#she says she will take care of it with another girl

[misaerabl]

cockwarming & manhandling w/ g!p abby + stomach bulge

CONTENT: cock warming (obv), modern au, abby has a cock (obv), manhandling (?), stomach bulge from her dick…, you're both still clothed above waist, she calls you bunny, cock riding while she’s sitting in front of her desk, random post i wrote cuz i’m horny or wtv… PURE SMUT

She’s been sitting at her desk for hours, completely absorbed in her laptop and scattered papers. Honestly, you needed her. You tried to be patient—well, not really. A few minutes ago, you were bombarding her with random questions and even tried to climb into her lap. That got you exiled to the other side of the room. Now, you sit on your shared bed, just watching her.

But damn, you really needed her.

You watched as she stretched her arm behind her neck, trying to relieve the strain from staring at that damn desk all day. You bit your lip, feeling a twinge of sympathy as she groaned in pain, her shoulders stiff from hours of work. She barely noticed the way you looked at her, eyes soft and full of longing, as you wrestled with the urge to go over and take care of her, nay—take her.

You stood up, your heart pounding a little faster as you made your way over to her. Without a word, you wrapped your arms around her neck, resting your chin gently on the top of her head.

"Abs..." you said softly, hoping she'd catch the hint, your voice almost a whisper against her hair. You wanted her to feel it, the need that had been building up in you for hours.

But you stopped yourself before the words could spill out—Please, I need you now, Abby. Instead, you simply held her, silently wishing she would understand.

She doesn’t even peel her gaze from the screen as she asks, her voice laced with concern. "What's wrong, bunny?"

The nickname makes your chest tighten, but the distance between you both is unbearable. You try to hold on, but it’s like a dam breaking. You lean in, your voice barely above a whisper, "Please, Abby... I need you."

Her fingers pause mid-type, her gaze flicking to you for the first time. "Bunny... You know this is important."

You swallow hard, the words heavy on your tongue. "I know, but I need you..." Your voice drops to an almost inaudible whisper, your breath catching. "I need you... in me"

Without another word she pulls you onto her lap, lifting up your skirt to your hips and you feel a sense of relief wash over you. She starts prepping small kisses on your neck, grabbing your arms so they would wrap around her neck.

"Lift up for me for a sec" She commands. Of course you immediately comply. she's finally giving you what you need right? 

You watch as she unzips her pants, slowly pushing them down to her knees. You bite your lip, hard, just shy of causing it to bleed. 

She heard you let out a satisfied hum when she stroked her cock for you. "You want this, bunny?" she asks, your mind in a whirl like the cock hungry, needy girl you are for her. 

"Mhm... Please..." 

She shifts your panties to the side, feeling how wet your pussy is already. Abby just smiles at that knowing the effect she has on you. 

She teases you pushing a finger inside, making you moan, but quickly drawing it out and chuckling. You stare at her, wide eyed. 

"Don't look at me like that bunny" 

"Please Abby..." 

Abby smirks but she doesn't want to tease you anymore. She sees how needy her perfect little bunny is for her. She holds you by the hips and slowly pushes her cock inside you. 

God you were over the fucking moon. 

"You like that, hm?" She asks tilting your head to look at her. 

"Y-yeah..."

"Good. Now... Stay like that for a while, okay?" She says, removing her hands from you and shifting her seat back to move closer to her desk.

You pout, knitting your brows together. "What?" 

"You only said you wanted me inside you" She smirks. "Besides, I'm serious about this being urgent, bunny. I have to finish" 

"So you just want me to stay like this?"

"Isn't this what you were after, bunny?" Her voice carried a teasing lilt, a playful glint in her eyes.

"Yes but—" She tsked, cutting you off. 

"I'll fuck you later, if you behave. for now this is all you get for bothering me while I'm doing something important" 

That didn’t last long, though. 

She knows you can’t fucking sit still. Every time you shift she tries so hard not to give in. “I said sit still”

“Sorry, I’ll try” Lie. Obviously you’re just going to rile her up even more. 

What really did it for her was when you lifted up a bit and sat back down. She needed you to do that again and bounce on her cock. 

“Bunny–” She groaned.

“Sorry” you muttered trying to hide a sly smile.

“You’re making this really hard for me…”

That’s kind of the point. 

You didn’t answer. Instead you stared intensely into her eyes before you rested your head on her shoulder and started to bounce on her cock.

“G-God…” She moaned. “You’re going to drive me insane”

She tosses her head, resting on the backrest of the chair as she listens to the beautiful noises you’re making. She loved seeing you whore yourself out for her, a part of her knew making you sit on her cock and ‘behave’ while she worked was a bad idea. But knowing her? Maybe that was really her plan all along. 

“F-fuck… Abby” You whimpered. Your forehead was still resting on her shoulder, and even though your vision was blurry from the pleasure, her dick hitting all the sweet fucking spots inside you, you could see the bulge on your stomach.

That made you so much fucking more needy. You adored the sight, she’s so deep inside you… You started moving even faster, guttural moans and squelching noises filled the room, music to your ears like a fucking choir. 

She reaches her hand out to press on the bulge making you let out a sound that could only be described as pornographic.

“Fuck… Look at that bunny” Abby grins, her words slurred and out of breath.

You couldn’t even respond anymore when she starts to rock her hips along with you. She grabbed onto your hips with a loud grunt, making you move faster on her.

The way she was now practically doing all the work for both of you made your stomach whirl, you were getting more and more desperate by the second.

Abby could read you like an open book, especially when she was fucking your brains out like this.

Panting heavily, Abby leans back, gripping your hips tighter as she continues her pace. “Fuck, look at you…” Her eyes are glazed over with lust, fixated on where you're connected. “Taking me so deep... Such a good little bunny.”

"Mmmh- More Abby..."

She chuckles darkly, her grip on your hips tightening as she slams you down onto her cock even harder. The sound of wet, slapping flesh fills the room as she begins to fuck you with a brutal intensity. “More? You want more?” 

"More like this, bunny?" She speeds up her pace, hitting that sweet spot deep inside you that makes your legs tremble.

 "Or..." in one swift motion, she stands up, pinning you against the desk, causing papers to scatter "Maybe you want it deeper?”

All you could think about was the pleasure she’s making you feel, you whimper and writhe beneath her, back resting on her desk, sweat dripping on the papers on her desk.

She grunts, slamming you down onto the desk as she buries herself inside you even deeper. She wraps her arms around your thighs, pulling you closer as she snarls "Answer, bunny. You want it deeper?" She punctuates each word with a brutal thrust.

"Y-yes..." You managed to gasp out

A wicked grin spreads across Abby's face at your desperate plea. She leans down, her breath hot against your ear as she rasps, "As you wish, my pretty bunny." Grabbing your ankles, she drapes your legs over her shoulders, folding you nearly in half.

She wastes no time plunging impossibly deep, stretching you to your limits. Your back arches off the desk, papers crinkling beneath you as you moan uncontrollably. Abby growls in approval, her hips moving like a piston as she pounds into you mercilessly.

Abby leans back slightly, admiring the lewd sight of her thick cock stretching you obscenely, causing a prominent bulge in your stomach. "Look at that perfect picture of depravity," she purrs, rubbing circles over the pronounced mound.

“I don't give you attention for a few hours and you're this desperate?” 

Abby smirks wickedly, her fingers digging into the swollen flesh of your stomach. "God, I love seeing my cock do this to you," she growls approvingly, rocking her hips to emphasize each word. "Makes me want to pump you full of even more…”

She leans in close, her voice a husky whisper against your ear. "Want to feel my cum flooding this tight little cunt, bunny?" She punctuates her words with a deep, deliberate thrust, grinding against that special spot inside you.

You whimper and arch your back, trying to take more of her massive length as she slowly pulls out, only to slam back in, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. "Answer me," she growls, her fingers splaying wider over your distended belly. You could only nod.

Abby throws her head back with a groan as the bulge strains against her cock, threatening to push her over the edge. "Fuck, yes!" She squeezes the swollen mound harder, using it as leverage to hilt herself inside you with manic desperation, chasing her impending orgasm.

Abby's body tightens, her grip on your hips turning painfully exquisite as she slams into you, burying herself to the hilt. A guttural moan rips from her throat as she cum's hard, pumping you full of her hot liquid. "Take it, bunny”

She doesn't stop, even as her own release subsides. She continues to rock into you, her spent cock grinding against your walls, stimulating you with relentless determination. "Come on, bunny," she urges breathlessly, her thumb rubbing teasing circles around your clit.

You can feel the pressure building to an unbearable level. "Look at me," she demands, her eyes locked onto yours as she thrusts deep and slow. 

“G-God- Abby- I'm- fuck!” 

Her lips curve into a smirk as she finally pushes you over the edge, your walls clenching tight around her. You cry out, your release spreading warmth throughout your body as she continues to grind into you. "That's my good bunny,”

As you finally succumb to your orgasm, your entire body convulsing with pleasure, Abby lets out a satisfied grunt. She holds you down, her hips flush against yours as she milks every last drop from your release, coating her still-hard length. "Good girl,”

She nuzzles against your neck before kissing your cheek. “Are you gonna behave now? Going to stop bothering me while I'm working?” 

God No. Never. and you know she knows it too. 

[archangeldyke-all]

ANGEEEEEEL DO A LITTLE FUCKER AND ISHA FIC AND MY LIFE IS YOURS 🫵🫵🫵

okay okay okay long awaited but let's do it finally ehheehehe

as always with these fics, don't ask me the logistics of how the pregnancy happened. it's yuri magic. have some fun.

men and minors dni

jinx is twenty when she decides to go to college. after a few years of taking care of herself-- through therapy, moving in with you and sevika, isha's good influence, and vi and ekko's support-- jinx finally felt ready to look to her future.

she got into a good school in piltover; full scholarship, because she's a fucking genius.

you don't worry about the workload overwhelming her, though she's decided to enroll in a dual degree program, studying chemistry and engineering at the same time.

you don't worry that her demons will catch up to her; she'll be living with cait and vi, and she'll be within walking distance of her therapist. plus, she's done a lot of good work for herself.

the only thing you worry about is isha.

though the girl is older now, around eight years old and much more used to you and sevika than she was when you first met, isha's favorite person in the entire world is still jinx. and the feeling is mutual. so, while jinx will spend her weeks with cait and vi up top, on weekends she'll come back to zaun to catch up with isha.

it's still a rough adjustment.

isha's just... lonely. you miss the giggles that used to fill your home-- isha entertained endlessly by her older sister's shenanigans. and despite all you and sevika have done to keep her occupied-- buying her new games and pets and books-- you can tell that isha's bored all alone.

"what if we had a baby?" sevika asks one night after you've turned off the lights and cuddled into her arms.

"another cat?" you mumble. sevika laughs.

"i was thinking a human baby, but we could get another cat if you want."

you sit up in bed, reaching out to flick a light on and stare down at your wife. "where the fuck is this coming from!?" you squeal.

sevika shrugs. "isha's lonely! we should give her a little sibling."

"wh-- like our own baby?! like one of us gets pregnant!?"

"well unless isha drags home a stray kid i don't see how else we'll get one." sevika chuckles.

you gawk at her. sevika smiles up at you. "s-sevika, we already have two to five children, depending on the day." you say.

sevika snorts. "ekko, cait and vi are ours only in spirit, love, they won't ever need us in the way jinx and isha do." she says. you pout. sevika snorts. "and jinx is all grown up, now." she reminds you.

tears well up in your eyes. "no she's not." you say, your pout worsening. sevika giggles and swipes your tears away.

"look; i know we said no kids when we started dating. but we said a lot of shit back then. remember when we thought we'd go hiking every saturday? we were crazy." sevika says. you giggle. "shit happened between then and now baby. life happened. deaths and marriage and adoptions and moves-- that kinda shit changes people. you changed me. and... we bought this big ass house for our family. might as well fill it up."

"well fuck, sevika, how many babies are you planning on giving me!?" you ask through a sob of happy tears. sevika laughs.

"as many as you'll let me." she says with a shrug.

you go to the doctor to talk about pregnancy the next week, only to find out that you're already a month into your first trimester.

"wh-- i'm-- but--" you sputter.

"she's already pregnant!?" sevika squeals.

the doctor laughs. "it would seem so. good timing."

sevika bursts into laughter and scoops you out of the doctor's paper covered seat, spinning you around her office and sobbing into your shoulder as you blink in shock.

"what the fuck?" you ask. sevika cackles.

on your drive home, you look over at your wife with a suspicious glare. "did you plan this?"

sevika laughs. "you think i'm that diabolical?"

"no, i just-- you decide you want a baby and boom, i'm magically already pregnant?!"

"i can probably smell it on you or somethin'-- my instincts could sense it. like how i can smell when you're ovulating."

you giggle. "that's probably how you knocked me up in the first place."

sevika grins. "fuck yeah it is. i did the math. i think it was the weekend we sent isha up to spend with the girls."

at the mention of your girls it hits you. you're about to have a baby. another one. your own-- one that you know from the first shit it takes.

you burst into tears, and sevika laughs. "there you go, i was waiting for that to happen."

"we're having a baby." you cry, scrambling to grab the hand she reaches across the console. "oh, janna, sev-- i don't know how to change diapers! all our other kids came to us potty trained!"

"i'll change all the diapers in the world, for you, love." sevika promises, kissing your knuckles. you laugh.

"you're such a liar."

isha's one smart little shit. you and sevika decide not to tell her until the second trimester, when it's less likely that you'll miscarry.

she figures it out within a week of you and sevika getting the news.

it could be the way sevika keeps touching your stomach, or the giddy kisses the pair of you keep exchanging when you think isha's not looking-- but something tips her off.

she sits you and sevika down one evening with a frown and her arms folded in front of her chest.

is there a baby in your belly? she signs. you sputter. sevika gasps. isha's suspicious glare melts into an excited smile. is there!? she asks with a gasp.

you burst into laughter and sevika shrugs. "we thought you might wanna be a big sister." isha grins, tears welling up in her eyes as she launches herself at you and sevika, laughing and crying.

i do. isha signs. i'm gonna be the best big sister ever. don't tell jinx. or violet.

you spend your pregnancy being waited on hand and foot by all your girls. vi, cait, and jinx all come to visit once or twice a week-- all three of them enchanted with your swollen stomach and always bringing baby supplies in tow.

isha makes a count-down to your due-date, bedazzles it and hangs it on the fridge so she can keep perfect track of how much longer she has to wait before meeting the baby.

isha's also started to call the baby her baby.

how many more doctors visits do you have before you have my baby? isha signs to you one afternoon as you wait in your doctor's office. you burst into laughter.

"your baby, huh?"

isha nods. i'm her sister! she signs, before gently reaching out and rubbing your stomach.

"what makes you think it's a girl?"

isha shrugs. most of your other babies are girls.

you cackle.

isha must be psychic, because your little girl comes into the world kicking and screaming in the middle of a family potluck.

it's horrible. violet passes out. surprisingly, ekko is the most helpful, giving everyone instructions and calling an ambulance for you while you wail on the living room floor.

isha's watching with a disgusted fascination the entire time, her lips curled in horror and shock, her eyes big and sparkling as she witnesses the miracle of birth.

powder and cait help keep you propped up-- both of them toweling up all your... fluids... while sevika holds your hand and kisses your head.

one baby, a ruined rug, and an ambulance ride to the hospital later, and your family finally gets to see you in better condition, and they get to meet your little girl under better circumstances.

"aweee." your four grown kids coo as they shove into the hospital room.

"hey, no shoving around the baby!" sevika whisper scolds.

isha pushes her way through all her older siblings, crawling up in sevika's lap to look down at her little sister.

she gasps in wonder. she looks like big mama. isha signs.

cait chuckles. "she does."

"what a little fucker, comin' out lookin' like the parent that did nothin..." vi teases. sevika scoffs and you giggle in agreement.

"she really is a little fucker. ruined our dinner." jinx huffs. "i was looking forward to that potroast, y'know."

isha giggles, pinching her fingers together, then flipping off the baby and pointing at her. little fucker.

you all burst into laughter. little fucker's silver eyes pop open, and she bursts into tears.

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[quarterlifekitty]

Inspired by this post and my love of intox (cw)

The one way you really know that you’re a permanent fixture in Nikolai’s life is the changes in his home bar. He doesn’t tend to go for sweet drinks— he likes his alcohol to be fiery and get him efficiently smashed within a single evening.

But his pchelka just can’t handle men’s drinks like that, hm? He knows, sometimes feeds you a sip of his drink when you’re in his lap, sometimes kisses you after he’s had one of his own, and he sees the way your face does a little twist. So cute. Sometimes you cough, because it burns on the way down. But you always take it anyways— because you just let him do the thinking when you’re together. When he puts something up to your lips, you take it in your mouth. If you can even think to protest, he’ll be urging, saying ‘you might like it this time, hm?’ Even though he knows you’ll cringe from the taste. And then he can coo at you, grab your little cup of soda to help you get the taste from your mouth, laughing to himself about how his sweet girl just needs to stick to sweet things, yeah? Soft things should stay away from the hard stuff.

But the things on his bar top do change for you. Grenadine and all of his other fruity syrups finding themselves frequently grabbed when they used to gather dust, his fridge door always hosting a jar of maraschinos and another of amarenas. More coke, more ginger ale— he even buys soju for God’s sake.

All so he can get his malýshka nice and cozy and relaxed a little faster when she’s all wound up and tense in his lap. Begging for him to kiss and touch you while he sternly tells you ‘finish your drink first, milaya.’

He says he doesn’t care for sweets, but it doesn’t stop him from shoving his tongue in your mouth to steal the soaked cherry in it.

[idstilldancewithu]

Midnight Pleasure | S.R

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Hotchner Reader

Summary: The reader and Spencer's sleep is interrupted in the middle of the night when she gets a call from her ex boyfriend, provoking Spencer to reveal the hidden feelings he's had all along.

Warnings: Spencer gets jealous/possessive over reader, age gap (20/30), soft dom Spence, he calls her baby/pretty girl, slight angst with a happy ending, fingering, fem!receiving, oral, Reid basically eats you out while you’re talking to your ex, Y/N’s ex is a jerk, unprotected sex, possession kink, Reid makes the reader beg, cream pie (kind of), Spencer confesses his feelings, and is bit insecure. Sorry, if I missed anything.

A/N: This is the last part of Forbidden Request. The words in italic represents the reader’s ex speaking to her. English is not my first language. Enjoy!

Word count: 1,121

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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The sound of my phone ringing woke me up. I declined the call without even looking at the caller ID and went back to cuddling Spencer, careful not to wake him up.

Pressing my body against his, seeking the warmth and comfort only he could bring me.

I clung to him tighter, knowing that the second we stepped foot out of this bed we would go back to being just friends. When the sun rises, this moment will only be a memory imprinted in my brain.

A reminder of what could have been, if Spencer Reid saw me as something more than a twenty year old girl asking her friend to take away her virginity. To him it was only a favor, but to me it meant everything.

My phone rang again snapping me out of my thoughts. I grabbed it, sitting with my knees pulled up out of habit.

"Y/N? It's me, Jeremy." 

"Why are you calling me at two in the morning?" I asked irritably.

Spencer stirred beneath me, his eyes fluttering open with confusion as he reached over to turn on the bedside lap, light filling up the room.

"I miss you."

"Well, I don't." I snapped, slightly raising my voice annoyed that he had the audacity to call me.

"Who is it?" Spencer asked, glancing my way.

"Jeremy" I mouthed. He tensed up at the mention of his name and quickly positioned himself between my legs, spreading them apart, making eye contact with me in the process.

"Look, I'm sorry. Please give me another chance," he begged, his voice reeking with desperation.

"Jeremy, you called me a Prude because I didn't want to have sex with you."

Spencer slowly started leaving a trail of kisses up my leg, making my anger fade away in seconds and my breath deepen.

"Look, I'm sorry, but do you really think another guy is going to want you, knowing that you have zero experience? You have nothing to offer, and you should be thankful that I'm calling you right now."

Spencer's fingertips grazed the sides of my hips, delicately pulling down my underwear, and throwing it on the bedroom floor.

Without any warning he buried his face between my wet folds, flicking his tongue against my clit.

Before I could process what Jeremy was even saying, a moan escaped from my lips.

I let my phone fall from my grasp, gripping Spencer's hair instead and pulling him closer to my heat.

"Y/N, where are you? Are you seriously with another guy right now?" Jeremy’s voice sounded distant and faint.

Spencer pulled away from my glistening cunt, and grabbed the phone that was beside me putting it on speaker phone, pumping two of his finger in and out of my soaking folds.

"Spencer." I whimpered, feeling his fingers reach spots that I couldn't with my own.

"Y/N, answer me," My ex demanded.

"Sorry, Y/N can't come to the phone right now—she's busy." Spencer hanged up and continued fucking me with his fingers, increasing the speed each time.

My cunt started clenching around his fingers, I was close to reaching my peak.

"That's it baby, let go for me." At his command, I came on his fingers making my legs tremble.

He cradled my face with his hands and pressed a consuming kiss to my lips, gently biting my bottom lip.

Spencer broke the kiss by leaving a trail of kisses down my neck, sucking my flesh ensuring that he left marks behind.

Then, he stopped to admire what he had just done, and my disheveled state.

"Get on all fours."

I obeyed and internally smiled with excitement knowing that he was going to ruin me.

He grabbed the ends of hair, pulling my head back. "You look so pretty like this. All ready and willing, just for me to use."

"Spencer." I gasped, clenching around nothing.

Without any warning he buried his throbbing length in me not moving his hips.

Desperately wanting to relief the tension in between my legs, I arched my back and moved backwards.

But, he grabbed my hips, ensuring I couldn't move an inch. “If you want me to move you're gonna have to beg."

"Please, I need you. Please—move,” I croaked out.

"Just cause you asked so nicely” he said, while driving into me with abandon.

"Do you really think another boy could make you feel the way I do? What do you think Jeremy would say if he saw you like this, begging me to fuck you?" He said, jealousy dripping from his tone.

"No, Spencer, no one else will ever make me feel the way you do,” I sincerely responded, knowing that every word that slipped from his mouth was true.

He's thrust quickened, and I could feel his cock hitting my g-spot.

Spencer placed his hand on my stomach. "Do you feel how deep I'm in you? You're mine. Not Jeremy’s or anyone else’s but mine."

I could feel myself clenching around him, getting closer to my release. He noticed and started circling my clit.

"I'm yours, Spence."

“Baby, you feel so good,” he whimpered.

"Come for me, pretty girl. Let everyone know how good—I’m making you feel."

I came mumbling his name, and seconds later his cock twitched in my cunt, shooting his load in me chanting my name in the process.

He slipped out of me, and I laid down on the bed.

Spencer laid beside me trying to catch his breath, his body facing mine.

"Was I too rough? Did I hurt you? I'm sorry. I got carried away—”

"You didn’t hurt me, Spencer. I liked it." I said, running my hands through his air reassuringly.

"Y/N, I meant every word I said. I know you asked me to sleep with you as a friend, but I want be so much more than that.” He paused, placing a gentle kiss to my forehead.

“The thought of you being with someone else physically pains me. I don't want to wait around wondering what could’ve happened if you loved me. I understand if you just want to be friends, but I truly wish we could be more.”

His confession took my breath away, but happiness overflowed my senses. He did want me, after all.

"I would really like that, Spence.” I responded, placing a soft kiss on the side of his neck.

"Are you sure? Cause after women orgasm they release a hormone called oxytocin, making them feel a deeper connection to their partner—”

I silenced him by placing my lips on his in a kiss full of love and adoration. He smiled into the kiss, wrapping his arms around my waist pulling me closer.

•••

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

[echo-riot]

On and Off the Ice

Synopsis: Dating Violet had always felt like a whirlwind—an exhilarating mix of confidence, chaos, and heart-stopping tenderness. As the star hockey player of Piltover High, she’s used to being the center of attention, both on and off the rink. But beneath her cocky grin and varsity jacket is someone fiercely protective, painfully loyal, and quietly vulnerable—someone who surprises you every day. From stolen moments in the locker room to after-hours skating dates under dim lights, being with Vi means navigating the highs and lows of teenage love: defending each other from bullies, learning t o trust in moments of vulnerability, and realizing that love isn’t just about grand gestures—it’s about the quiet ways you hold each other up when no one else will.

Warnings:

• Mild violence (fistfights, hockey injuries, tense confrontations)

• Flirting from third parties and minor jealousy themes

• Brief language (Vi has a mouth on her)

• Lots of softness hidden under layers of teen angst

• Sexual content

(Note: This story includes fluff, a pinch of angst, and a whole lot of protective girlfriend energy.)

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The roar of the crowd is deafening as you sit perched on the edge of your seat, your hands clenched around a steaming cup of hot chocolate. Piltover High’s rink is alive tonight—students packed shoulder to shoulder in the stands, stomping and chanting Vi’s name like it’s the only word they’ve ever known.

And there she is.

Violet. Your Violet.

She’s a blur of magenta hair, sharp turns, and calculated aggression as she skates past two opposing players, juking them out so hard one of them stumbles and eats ice. The puck is a silver streak as it sails from her stick and past the goalie’s outstretched glove, slamming into the back of the net.

GOAL.

The crowd loses it. The band strikes up the school fight song. Vi skates backward with her hands raised, smirking up at the stands until her eyes lock on yours. She points at you with her stick, then taps the tattooed “VI” on her cheek for emphasis. Your cheeks burn, and you’re grateful for the chaos masking how flustered she always makes you.

“She’s so damn cocky,” a voice mutters next to you, but it’s laced with admiration.

You glance over to find one of her teammates’ sisters sitting nearby, shaking her head with a grin. “Tell me about it,” you reply, but you can’t help smiling. She’s earned it.

When the game ends in a crushing victory for Piltover High, you find yourself waiting by the locker room doors, holding a paper bag of her favorite post-game snack: a massive soft pretzel covered in salt and cheese. It’s something you’d started bringing her after her first win during your relationship, and now, it’s practically sacred.

The door swings open, and Vi is the first one out, still in her pads but missing her helmet. Her grin stretches from ear to ear, damp strands of magenta hair sticking to her forehead.

“There’s my good luck charm,” she says as soon as she spots you.

“Good luck? Please. You were already a badass,” you tease, handing her the bag.

She takes it and immediately pulls out the pretzel, ripping a bite with her teeth. “Badass or not, I play better when I know you’re watching.”

Her teammates file out behind her, laughing and jostling each other, but their teasing stops when they see the two of you.

“Aw, Vi’s got her snack date,” one of the guys calls out.

“Careful, she might actually start smiling like a normal human,” another chimes in.

Vi flips them off without missing a beat, her mouth still full of pretzel. “Jealous much? Your girl bring you a snack? Oh wait.” She feigns an exaggerated look around before smirking at the teammate who’d made the comment.

The guy groans, waving her off, and they all shuffle away, leaving the two of you alone.

You and Vi walk home together, her arm draped loosely over your shoulders. She’s still buzzing from the game, recounting every play in vivid detail, her energy practically radiating off her.

“—and then did you see that block? I thought that asshole was gonna nail me into the boards, but nope! Too slow. And the look on his face when I scored after? Priceless.”

You laugh, tucking yourself closer to her side as the wind picks up. “I saw, Vi. You were amazing.”

“‘Course I was.” She winks, but there’s a soft blush on her cheeks that has nothing to do with the cold.

As you pass under the glow of a flickering streetlamp, she notices the way you shiver, your jacket pulled tight but still not enough to fight the chill.

“Shit,” she mutters, stopping in her tracks. Before you can ask what’s wrong, she shrugs off her varsity jacket and drapes it over your shoulders.

“Vi, you’ll freeze,” you protest, though you don’t try to give it back.

“Please,” she scoffs, flexing her arms with a smirk. “You think these guns can’t handle a little cold? I’m fine. You, on the other hand, look like you’re about to become a popsicle.”

You roll your eyes, but the truth is, the jacket smells like her—a mix of leather, sweat, and the faintest hint of mint gum. You can’t help but pull it tighter around yourself, and Vi grins like she knows exactly what’s going through your head.

“You’re ridiculous,” you mutter, shaking your head.

“And you’re adorable,” she shoots back without missing a beat, leaning in just enough to make your breath hitch. “But you knew that already.”

The walk back to your place is filled with banter, her teasing keeping the mood light. As you reach your door, she leans casually against the frame, her tank top clinging to her skin from the cold.

“You gonna invite me in, or do I have to freeze out here?” she asks, a playful lilt in her voice.

“You’re the one who gave up your jacket,” you point out, unlocking the door.

“Yeah, because I’m chivalrous like that,” she says, stepping inside after you. “And because I can’t let my girl turn into an icicle. Can’t have that on my conscience.”

Inside, she collapses onto your couch, sprawling out like she owns the place. Her long legs stretch across the cushions, and she watches you with that same cocky grin as you set her pretzel bag on the coffee table.

“You’re way too comfortable here,” you tease, plopping down next to her.

“Should be. It’s basically my second home,” she says, pulling you into her lap like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Her arms wrap around your waist, her hands resting on your hips. “And you… you’re my favorite part of it.”

Her tone is playful, but there’s a flicker of something deeper in her eyes—a softness she rarely lets anyone see.

“Wow, that was almost romantic,” you tease, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.

“Almost?” she asks, her voice dropping an octave as she leans closer.

“Yeah, you’re gonna have to try harder if you wanna impress me.”

“Oh, I’ll impress you,” she murmurs, her lips brushing the shell of your ear. “I’m already planning on scoring my next goal—you just tell me what the prize is gonna be.”

Her words send a shiver down your spine, but you roll your eyes, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a blush. “How about bragging rights?”

“Bragging rights?” she repeats, mock-offended. “Nah. I want something better. Maybe a kiss. Or two. Or ten.”

Her hands slide down to your thighs, her touch firm yet gentle as she gazes up at you with a crooked grin. “What do you say, babe? Think you can handle rewarding me properly?”

You bite back a laugh, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re stuck with me,” she counters, leaning in to press her lips to yours, soft but insistent.

~~~

The cafeteria at midday was a zoo. The roar of chattering students echoed off the linoleum floors, and the acrid smell of reheated spaghetti filled the air. You navigated the crowd carefully, tray balanced precariously in your hands. Across the room, Vi lounged in her usual spot—a corner table near the window where the hockey team had claimed dominion. She looked every bit the queen of her domain, legs sprawled out under the table and arms slung casually over the back of her chair. Her magenta hair was still damp from her morning workout, strands sticking up in unruly spikes.

Her laugh carried over the din, a low, rich sound that always made your stomach flip. You caught her smirking at something one of her teammates said, the sharp edge of her tattoo catching the sunlight streaming through the window. As you approached, Vi’s light gray eyes locked on you, her grin spreading wide.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite distraction,” she drawled, scooting over and patting the empty space beside her on the bench.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “That’s one way to greet your girlfriend.”

Vi leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I could think of other ways, but I’m trying to behave. For now.”

You huffed a laugh, nudging her with your elbow as you set your tray down.

The moment you sat, one of Vi’s teammates—some freshman you couldn’t remember the name of—leaned forward, blatantly checking you out.

“Damn, Vi, how’d you snag someone like that?” they asked, flashing a toothy grin that made your skin crawl.

Vi’s smirk dropped instantly. Her sharp gaze shifted to the offending teammate, and her voice cut through the air like a blade. “Careful, rook. That’s my girl you’re talking about.”

The freshman raised their hands in mock surrender, laughing nervously. “Alright, alright. No harm meant.”

Vi didn’t respond, but her arm slid around your waist, pulling you closer. The possessiveness in the gesture was clear, but there was also a quiet reassurance in the way her fingers traced idle patterns on your hip.

You glanced up at her, catching the flicker of irritation still simmering in her eyes. “You know you don’t have to defend me every time someone’s an idiot, right?” you murmured.

Her lips quirked into a softer smile, but her voice was firm. “Yeah, well, I don’t like idiots thinking they can talk to you like that.”

You sighed but leaned into her touch anyway, letting her protectiveness wrap around you like a shield.

Later, as you were walking to class, another girl—a sophomore with a reputation almost as bold as Vi’s—sidled up to her.

“Hey, Vi,” the girl cooed, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “You coming to the party on Friday? I heard you’re single again.”

Vi didn’t even break stride, her hand finding the small of your back as she guided you through the hallway.

“Not single,” she said, her voice clipped but polite. “And not interested.”

The girl blinked, clearly taken aback. “Oh. Well, if you ever change your mind…”

Vi cut her off with a sharp laugh, glancing down at you with a wink. “Not happening. I’ve got everything I need right here.”

The girl scowled, muttering something under her breath before stalking off.

You raised an eyebrow at Vi. “Everything you need, huh?”

“Damn right,” she said, grinning as she leaned down to brush her lips against your ear. “Though, if you wanted to sweeten the deal later, I wouldn’t complain.”

You shoved her playfully, but your cheeks burned all the same.

The tension hit its peak during lunch a few days later. You were sitting beside Vi, absentmindedly picking at your food, when a particularly smug classmate decided to make their move.

“Hey, Vi,” they called out from the next table over. “Didn’t know you were into charity cases.”

The words hung in the air like a slap. Your stomach twisted, and you felt the heat rising in your cheeks. Before you could even process what was happening, Vi was on her feet, her chair scraping loudly against the floor.

“What the fuck did you just say?” she snarled, stalking toward the classmate.

The smirk on their face faltered, but they held their ground. “Relax, it was a joke.”

Vi didn’t relax. If anything, her shoulders squared, and her hands curled into fists at her sides. “Say that shit again, and I’ll make sure you’re eating lunch through a straw.”

“Vi!” you hissed, grabbing her arm. “It’s not worth it.”

Her jaw clenched, but she allowed you to pull her back, the fire in her eyes still blazing.

The classmate muttered something under their breath, but they didn’t push their luck any further.

By the time the final bell rang, Vi was in detention, and you were still fuming. When she showed up at your house that evening, her usual cocky demeanor was noticeably absent.

You opened the door to find her standing there, one hand clutching a hastily assembled bouquet of wildflowers and the other holding a pack of your favorite candy.

“Before you say anything,” she started, her voice unusually soft, “I know I fucked up.”

You crossed your arms, trying to ignore the way your heart softened at the sight of her sheepish expression. “Vi…”

She held up the bouquet like a peace offering, a small, self-deprecating smile tugging at her lips. “Look, I know I shouldn’t have lost my temper, but they were talking shit about you. I couldn’t just stand there.”

You sighed, stepping aside to let her in. “It’s not about standing up for me. It’s about knowing when to pick your battles.”

She nodded, setting the flowers and candy on the kitchen counter. “I know. I’m sorry. I’ll do better.”

Her sincerity was written all over her face, and it was impossible to stay mad at her.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you muttered, a small smile breaking through your stern expression.

Vi’s grin returned in full force. “Damn right I am.”

She closed the distance between you in a few quick strides, her hands finding your hips as she leaned down to kiss you. The kiss was slow and deliberate, a silent promise of her devotion.

When she finally pulled back, her gray eyes were warm and full of mischief. “So… am I forgiven? Or do I need to beg a little more?”

You laughed, swatting her shoulder. “You’re forgiven. For now.”

“Good,” she said, scooping you up into her arms with ease. “Because I’ve got a lot of making up to do.”

As she carried you to the couch, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for the wild, fiercely loyal girl who’d stolen your heart.

~~~

The faint hum of your desk lamp cast a warm glow over the cluttered surface of your bedroom, illuminating a scattered array of hockey gear, notebooks, and half-written essays. Vi sat cross-legged in your chair, a pen stuck behind her ear, and her signature smirk plastered on her face like she wasn’t teetering on the edge of failing her English class.

You leaned over her shoulder, scanning the barely legible sentences she had scrawled out in her rough, jagged handwriting. The title at the top of the page read: The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzjerald. You bit back a groan at the misspelling and turned to look at her, raising an eyebrow.

“Fitzjerald?” you teased, your lips twitching into a grin. “I know English isn’t your strong suit, but come on, Vi. You literally had the book right there to copy from.”

She shrugged, leaning back in the chair and propping her feet on your desk with zero shame. “Hey, close enough, right? My teacher’s too busy drinking coffee to notice shit like that. Besides, it’s not like I’m writing the damn thing for an award.”

“You’re writing it to pass,” you reminded her, plucking the pen from behind her ear and playfully tapping it against her forehead. “And if you fail, you’re benched for the next game. You really wanna sit there while Ryan screws up every shot?”

Vi winced at that, letting out a groan of protest. “Ugh, don’t remind me. The last time she tried to take a slap shot, she nearly took out the water cooler.”

“Exactly,” you said, shoving her feet off your desk and sliding into her lap without a second thought. Vi raised an eyebrow at your bold move, her hands instinctively landing on your hips.

“You know,” she began, her voice dropping into that familiar low, teasing tone, “I think this is the kind of motivation I needed. Keep sitting like this, and I might actually start paying attention to what a metaphor is.”

You rolled your eyes, even as your cheeks warmed. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“And yet, you like me anyway,” she shot back, leaning in close enough for her breath to tickle your neck.

You tried to ignore the way her lips brushed against your ear as you refocused on her paper. Her handwriting was a mess, but you managed to decipher enough of it to see where she had gone wrong. “Okay,” you said, shifting your focus to the task at hand. “First of all, it’s ‘Gatsby,’ not ‘Gaspy.’ Second, your entire first paragraph is just you ranting about how you think Daisy is annoying. That’s not exactly analysis, Vi.”

“But she is annoying,” Vi argued, her hands tightening on your waist as she tilted her head back to look at you. “Seriously, she spends the whole book whining about how hard her life is.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at her blunt honesty, shaking your head. “Fair point, but you still need to back it up with evidence from the text.”

“Evidence, huh?” Vi’s gray eyes sparkled mischievously as her fingers started to trail up your sides, dangerously close to distracting territory. “Maybe I need some hands-on tutoring to really get the hang of it.”

“Vi,” you warned, though your voice came out more amused than stern.

“What?” she asked innocently, her lips ghosting over your jawline. “I’m just saying, you’re really good at motivating me. It’s practically a public service.”

You tried to keep your composure, but it was a losing battle. Vi knew exactly how to get under your skin—literally and figuratively. Her hands slipped down to your thighs, squeezing gently as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against the sensitive spot just below your ear.

“Vi,” you repeated, your tone a mix of exasperation and affection. “We’re supposed to be working on your paper, not—”

“Not this?” she interrupted, her voice a low murmur as her lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

You let out a shaky breath, your resolve wavering as her hands slid under the hem of your shirt, her touch warm and teasing. “You’re such a distraction,” you muttered, though you made no move to stop her.

“And you love it,” she shot back, her lips curling into a smirk against your skin.

Her hands drifted lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants with a confidence that sent a shiver down your spine. You tried to focus on the stack of notes in front of you, but Vi’s touch was impossible to ignore.

“Vi, seriously,” you said, though your voice lacked any real conviction. “If you fail this paper, I’m not bailing you out.”

“Relax,” she said, her tone laced with amusement. “I’ve got this under control.”

You raised an eyebrow at her, clearly unconvinced. “Oh really? What’s a symbol, then?”

Vi paused, her lips hovering just above your collarbone as she considered your question. “Uh… like… a thing that stands for another thing?”

You groaned, smacking her lightly on the shoulder. “You’re hopeless.”

“Hopelessly into you,” she countered with a grin, earning herself another playful smack.

Despite her antics, you couldn’t help but smile at her. Vi might have been a pain in the ass sometimes, but she had a way of making even the most mundane moments feel electric.

“Alright, fine,” you said, leaning back just enough to look her in the eye. “If you can write a halfway decent paragraph about Gatsby’s green light, I’ll consider forgiving you for being such a pain.”

Vi’s eyes lit up with determination, and she reached for the pen you had been holding. “Deal. But don’t think I’m letting you off the hook either,” she added, her voice dropping into a playful growl as she pressed a kiss to your jaw.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you replied, unable to keep the grin off your face.

As Vi turned her attention back to her paper, you couldn’t help but feel a surge of affection for her. Sure, she was a handful, but she was your handful—and that made all the difference.

~~~

The hallway is loud and alive with the buzz of students between classes—shouts of friends across lockers, laughter, and the occasional clatter of someone dropping their books. You’re standing at your locker, minding your own business, when it starts.

“Hey, heard you’re dating Vi,” a sharp voice cuts through the noise.

You glance over your shoulder to see them—three of them, to be exact. The self-proclaimed queens of drama, all armed with smirks and matching sneers. You feel the tension in your shoulders immediately, a gut feeling telling you this won’t end well.

“Is that even a thing? You know, dating Vi?” another one pipes up, twirling a strand of overly straightened hair.

You roll your eyes, shutting your locker with a deliberate slam. “What do you want?”

The tallest one steps forward, crossing her arms. “Just trying to understand what’s going on. She’s not exactly… girlfriend material, is she? More like someone you hook up with and then pretend didn’t happen.”

The others laugh like it’s the funniest thing they’ve ever heard, and your hands curl into fists at your sides. You know Vi’s reputation precedes her—a bad girl, a player, a bit of a hothead��but they don’t know her like you do.

“Maybe you should keep her on a leash,” another one snickers, leaning against the lockers like she owns the place. “You know, so she doesn’t find someone else to mess around with.”

“Say that again,” you snap before you can stop yourself, voice sharp and full of anger.

“What’s going on here?”

The voice behind you makes your heart drop and rise all at once. Vi steps into view, her presence like a thundercloud rolling into a sunny day. She’s wearing her hockey jacket, the collar popped, hands stuffed in her pockets like she’s daring someone to test her patience. Her gray eyes are locked on the group in front of you, a dangerous glint sparking to life.

“Oh, look, it’s Vi,” the tall one says, her smirk faltering for a second before she doubles down. “What, here to play hero for your little—”

“Finish that sentence, and I swear to god, you’ll regret it,” Vi growls, stepping closer.

The girls shift uncomfortably, glancing between each other, but their leader doesn’t back down. “What? You’re gonna hit me? Right here, in front of everyone?”

Vi’s jaw tightens, and you can see the way her hands twitch in her pockets, itching to do something. “Maybe I will. Might finally shut you up.”

“Vi,” you say softly, reaching out to touch her arm. She doesn’t look at you, her eyes locked on the group like a predator stalking prey.

The leader rolls her eyes, feigning confidence. “What’s your problem, anyway? We were just talking to your little plaything here.”

And that’s the moment. That’s when Vi snaps.

She pulls her hand from her pocket and slams her fist into the locker next to the girl’s head. The sound is deafening, metal denting under the force, and the entire hallway goes silent. Gasps ripple through the crowd that’s gathered to watch, and the girls stumble back, faces pale.

“Next time you say something like that,” Vi says, her voice low and full of venom, “it won’t be the locker.”

“Alright, alright!” one of them stammers, grabbing the leader’s arm and tugging her away. “We’re going!”

As they scurry off, you exhale a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. The hallway slowly returns to normal, students whispering and casting glances your way as they disperse.

Vi turns to you, her hand still clenched into a fist, her knuckles already swelling. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” you say, voice softer than you mean it to be.

She nods, her jaw still tight, and you know better than to push her right now. “Let’s get out of here.”

Back at her place, the tension in the air is thick. Vi’s pacing, her fists clenching and unclenching at her sides, while you sit on her bed with the first aid kit open beside you.

“Sit,” you say firmly, and she finally stops, collapsing onto the edge of the bed with a frustrated groan.

She doesn’t look at you as you take her hand, turning it over to inspect the damage. Her knuckles are red and raw, already bruising, and you can’t help but wince.

“You’re lucky you didn’t break anything,” you mutter, grabbing a clean cloth and some antiseptic.

“Don’t care,” she mumbles, staring at the floor.

“Clearly,” you shoot back, dabbing at her knuckles gently. She hisses but doesn’t pull away.

The silence stretches between you, heavy and awkward, until she finally speaks. “I’m sorry.”

You pause, looking up at her. “For what?”

“For… losing it. For embarrassing you. For not being able to keep my shit together,” she says, her voice low and full of guilt. “I just… I can’t stand it when people talk about you like that.”

You set the cloth down and cup her face, forcing her to meet your eyes. “Vi, you didn’t embarrass me. And I’m not mad at you. I’m… I’m grateful, okay? For standing up for me.”

Her eyes soften, the storm inside them calming just a little. “I just hate that they think they can say shit like that. About you. About us.”

“Let them talk,” you say with a shrug. “They don’t matter. You do.”

Her lips twitch into a small smile, and she leans into your touch, her forehead resting against yours. “You’re too good for me, you know that?”

“And yet, here I am,” you tease, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.

Her hands slide around your waist, pulling you closer until you’re practically in her lap. “You’re the only good thing I’ve got.”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” you say with a laugh, but your heart flutters at her words.

“Not dramatic,” she murmurs, her lips brushing against your neck. “Just honest.”

Your breath catches as her hands wander, and for a moment, all the tension, the anger, the hurt—it all melts away, leaving just the two of you and the quiet promise of better days ahead.

~~~

The faint hum of fluorescent lights buzzes overhead as Vi leads you through the back entrance of the rink. You’re not sure what you expected when she showed up at your place with that crooked grin and her car idling in the driveway, but the last thing on your mind was this.

The arena is quiet, a far cry from the deafening chaos of game nights. The chill in the air seeps through your jacket, making you shiver as Vi flips on a row of lights, flooding the empty rink with a soft, golden glow. The ice glimmers, smooth and untouched.

Vi turns to you, her hands jammed into the pockets of her oversized hoodie. “Figured you’d get a kick outta this,” she says, her voice casual, though you catch the flicker of nervousness in her eyes. “It’s kinda my second home, y’know? Thought I’d share it with you.”

You blink at her, a little caught off guard by the gesture. “You broke us into the hockey rink? Is this supposed to be romantic or just mildly illegal?”

She smirks, that signature cocky expression slipping easily onto her face. “Why can’t it be both?”

“Fair point,” you concede, fighting the grin tugging at your lips.

She bends down, pulling out a pair of skates from a duffel bag she��d brought along. “Hope you’re ready to bust your ass, though,” she teases, tossing you a pair of skates. “You can skate, right?”

You hesitate, holding the skates like they might bite you. “Define ‘can.’ If it involves flailing around like a baby deer on a frozen pond, then sure, I’m a pro.”

Vi barks a laugh, the sound echoing in the empty arena. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll catch you if you fall.” She winks, her gray eyes sparkling with mischief, and your stomach does a little flip despite yourself.

Minutes later, you’re on the ice, and you weren’t kidding—you’re terrible.

Your legs wobble uncontrollably, your arms flailing as you try to stay upright. Vi skates backward in front of you, one hand on your hip, the other gripping your hand firmly to keep you steady. Her movements are fluid and effortless, the years of practice evident in the way she glides across the ice like she was born to it.

“Relax,” she says, her voice low and soothing, a stark contrast to the usual cocky tone you’re used to. “You’re too stiff.”

“I’m on ice, Vi,” you snap, though the panic in your voice undermines the bite. “Being stiff is the only thing keeping me alive right now.”

She laughs again, the sound warm and rich, and it annoys you how much you love it. “You’re fine. Just trust me.”

You shoot her a dubious look, but her grip is steady, her touch grounding. Slowly, reluctantly, you let her guide you, her hands shifting as she maneuvers you across the ice.

“See? Not so bad,” she murmurs after a while, her breath puffing out in little clouds in the cold air.

You’re about to argue when your skate catches on something, and you stumble forward, yelping. True to her word, Vi catches you, her arms wrapping around your waist as she steadies you.

“Careful there, Bambi,” she teases, her breath warm against your ear.

You groan, mortified, as you clutch at her shoulders. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” she counters, her grin smug. “You love me.”

She says it like a joke, but there’s something in her tone that makes your heart skip. You look up at her, and for a moment, the teasing fades. Her gray eyes are soft, her usual bravado tempered by something quieter, something vulnerable.

Your breath catches, and suddenly, you’re very aware of how close you are, the heat of her body a stark contrast to the chill in the air.

“Vi…”

“C’mon,” she says quickly, breaking the moment. She takes your hands again, pulling you back upright. “Let’s try that again, yeah?”

By the time you’re done, your legs feel like jelly, and you’re pretty sure you’ve pulled muscles you didn’t even know you had. Vi helps you off the ice, her arm slung casually around your shoulders as you hobble toward the bench.

“You didn’t do too bad for a newbie,” she says, handing you a water bottle.

You glare at her, still catching your breath. “I fell six times.”

“Yeah, but you only face-planted twice. That’s improvement.”

You snort despite yourself, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

She grins, leaning back against the bench. “You love it.”

You roll your eyes but don’t deny it.

For a while, you sit in comfortable silence, the stillness of the rink wrapping around you like a cocoon. Vi leans forward, her elbows resting on her knees, and you catch her glancing at you out of the corner of her eye.

“What?” you ask, your brow arching.

“Nothing,” she says, but there’s a faint flush creeping up her neck, barely visible under the golden light.

You tilt your head, studying her. It’s rare to see Vi flustered—usually, she’s all cocky smirks and bold one-liners. The sight of her like this, vulnerable and uncertain, tugs at something deep inside you.

“Vi,” you say softly, scooting closer to her. “What’s going on?”

She exhales, running a hand through her magenta hair. “Look, I know I can be…a lot,” she admits, her voice quieter than usual. “But I—” She stops, her jaw tightening like she’s struggling to find the right words.

You reach out, your hand covering hers. “Hey,” you say gently. “Take your time.”

Her eyes meet yours, and for a moment, she looks like she’s about to bolt. But then she sighs, leaning back against the bench.

“I just…I really like you, okay?” she blurts out, her cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink. “And not in the ‘hey, you’re hot, let’s make out’ kind of way—though, you know, I wouldn’t say no to that either.” She smirks, though it’s more nervous than cocky. “But, like…you’re different. You make me wanna be better, y’know?”

Your heart swells, and you have to fight the urge to tackle her right then and there. Instead, you lean in, resting your forehead against hers.

“Vi,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “I like you too. A lot.”

She blinks, clearly surprised, and you can’t help but laugh at the expression on her face.

“What? Did you think I’d come out here in the middle of the night and risk breaking my ass on the ice for just anyone?”

Her grin returns, brighter than ever, and she closes the distance between you, her lips brushing against yours in a kiss that’s equal parts sweet and electric.

When you finally pull away, you’re both grinning like idiots, the world outside the rink forgotten.

The moment Vi’s front door slams shut behind you, her hands are on you, pulling you in with a hungry, primal urgency. Her lips crash against yours, and the taste of mint gum and adrenaline courses through your mouth. Her teeth graze your bottom lip—a small tease that sends a shiver down your spine. You stumble backward, but she steadies you, her strong arms wrapping around your waist as she deepens the kiss.

“Christ, you’re fucking addictive,” she mutters against your lips, her voice low and rough like gravel. Her hands slide up your back, fingers fumbling with the clasp of your bra. She growls in frustration when it doesn’t give way immediately, and you can’t help but laugh into her mouth.

“Impatient much?” you tease, tugging lightly at the silver hoop in her ear.

She pulls back just enough to flash you that signature cocky grin, her light gray eyes glinting with mischief. “You try being patient when you’ve got this in front of you.” Her hands drop to grip your hips, squeezing possessively. “Now, come on, upstairs before I lose my damn mind.”

You don’t argue. Not when she’s looking at you like that—like she wants to devour you whole. The two of you barely make it up the stairs without tripping over each other, her lips finding yours again halfway up. By the time you reach her bedroom, your shirt is already off, tossed somewhere behind you, and her hands are working on your jeans.

Vi kicks her bedroom door shut with her foot, the lock clicking into place. Her room is exactly what you’d expect from her—messy, chaotic, and full of personality. Hockey sticks lean against the wall, mismatched socks litter the floor, and posters of bands you’ve never heard of cover the walls. But you barely have time to take it all in before she’s pushing you backward onto her bed.

Her hands are everywhere now, tracing the curves of your body with a kind of reverence that makes your breath hitch. She straddles you, leaning down to capture your lips again, her kisses softer this time but no less intense. Her tongue slips into your mouth, teasing and exploring, and you moan softly into her, your hands gripping the fabric of her tank top.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” she murmurs, pulling away just long enough to yank her own shirt off and toss it aside. Her muscles ripple under her skin, the tattoos and scars telling stories of battles fought and won. You run your fingers along the dark gray ‘VI’ on her cheek, and she smirks, catching your hand and pressing a kiss to your palm.

“Like what you see?” she asks, her voice dripping with confidence.

“You know I do,” you reply, arching an eyebrow. “But aren’t you supposed to be doing something about it?”

Vi chuckles—a low, throaty sound that reverberates through you. “Oh, I’m gonna do plenty about it.” Her hands move to your chest, cupping your breasts through your bra before finally freeing them from the flimsy fabric. She leans down, her lips brushing against your collarbone, then lower, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When she takes one nipple into her mouth, sucking gently, you let out a shaky breath, your fingers tangling in her choppy magenta hair.

“Fuck, Vi…”

She hums appreciatively, switching to the other breast. Her tongue flicks over your nipple, and you squirm beneath her, the heat between your legs growing more insistent. Her hands slide down your sides, stopping at the waistband of your jeans. With practiced ease, she unbuttons them and yanks them down, tossing them onto the floor with the rest of your clothes.

You’re completely exposed now, and her gaze rakes over you hungrily. “Jesus Christ,” she breathes, her voice cracking slightly. “You’re perfect.”

Before you can respond, she’s kissing her way down your stomach, her lips soft yet demanding. Each press of her mouth leaves a lingering warmth, and by the time she reaches the edge of your panties, you’re trembling with anticipation. She hooks her fingers under the fabric, dragging them down slowly, and you lift your hips to help her.

And then she’s there, her breath hot against your most sensitive spot. Her eyes meet yours, and there’s a wicked gleam in them that makes your heart skip a beat. “You ready for me?” she asks, her voice husky.

“Yes,” you whisper, your voice barely audible.

That’s all the encouragement she needs. Her tongue drags through your folds in one slow, deliberate stroke, and you gasp, your head falling back against the pillows. She repeats the motion, each lick sending sparks shooting through your veins. When she circles your clit, flicking it with the tip of her tongue, you whimper, your fingers gripping the sheets.

“You taste so fucking good,” she groans, her words muffled against you. Her hands grip your thighs, holding you open as she works you relentlessly. Her tongue is skilled and relentless, alternating between gentle licks and firm pressure until you’re writhing beneath her, desperate for release.

“Vi… please…”

She hums again, the vibration making you cry out. Her pace quickens, her tongue swirling around your clit as her fingers slide inside you, pumping steadily. The combination is overwhelming, and you feel yourself teetering on the edge, your breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.

“Come for me,” she orders, her voice rough and commanding. And just like that, you shatter, your body convulsing as pleasure floods through you. She doesn’t stop, drawing out every last wave of ecstasy until you’re boneless and spent.

When she finally pulls away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she looks up at you with a smug smirk. “Told you I’d ruin you.”

You laugh breathlessly, still trying to catch your breath. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get cocky.”

She crawls back up the bed, hovering over you with a playful glint in her eye. “Who, me? Never.” Her lips find yours again, and you can taste yourself on her tongue—a fact that only makes you want her more.

“Your turn,” you murmur against her lips, your hands sliding down her toned abdomen, pausing at the waistband of her shorts. “Let me—”

She catches your wrist, her smirk widening. “Uh-uh. I’m not done with you yet.”

Her hand slides between your legs, fingers grazing your slick heat once more. You gasp, arching into her touch as she teases you, circling your clit with a maddening lightness. “Thought I told you—I’m going to ruin you tonight.”

“Vi—”

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You wake up slowly, the warmth of Vi’s bicep under your head a comforting weight. It’s the kind of peaceful moment you hadn’t realized you needed. The kind where time feels like it’s been put on pause, just for a few minutes, so you can breathe. You feel her chest rise and fall beneath you, the rhythmic pulse of her heart, steady and strong. You know she’s awake; you can feel her body slightly tensing, but she doesn’t move.

Vi never moves when you’re comfortable, even if she’s stuck. Even if her arm is trapped under your weight, and her body is probably begging for a shift. She won’t wake you. Not until you stir.

Her grip on you isn’t tight, but it’s firm, like she’s making sure you’re there, as if she might lose you the second she blinks. You never thought you’d be the kind of person to fall for someone like Vi. But here you are, head on her arm, wrapped in the warmth of her embrace.

You smile to yourself, stretching your legs out lazily, feeling the way her muscles shift beneath you as you move. She doesn’t flinch, just hums quietly, her voice low and rough from sleep.

“D’you know how cute you look when you’re all cuddled up?” she murmurs, her voice thick with sleep, and a little playful. “I could just… y’know, keep you here forever.”

You chuckle softly, your breath tickling her skin as you shift, just enough to meet her eyes. Vi has the kind of look that makes you want to stay forever, too. Her hair is messy, some strands falling into her eyes, and she’s too stubborn to bother fixing it. She looks so damn unbothered, so… Vi. And it’s perfect.

“You’re not gonna wake me up just to stare at me, are you?” you tease, smirking.

Vi raises an eyebrow, her lips curling into that half-grin that always makes your stomach flip. The one she wears when she knows she’s about to say something that’ll have you questioning whether you’re about to get flirted with or threatened.

“You make it sound like I only stare at you when I’m about to do something mean,” she says, her grin turning mischievous. “I just like watching you when you look like you’re about to drift off into a world of dreams. Makes me think maybe I’ve got some kind of power over you.”

“Right,” you snort, rolling your eyes, but there’s a smile playing on your lips. You’ve never felt safer, more secure in someone’s arms. “If you have ‘power’ over me, I’m in trouble.”

Vi’s laughter is a deep sound, the kind that vibrates through your chest as she pulls you closer. Her arm slides under you, coaxing you to snuggle closer to her side, her hand gently cupping the back of your head. Her fingers thread through your hair, absentmindedly tugging at the strands. It’s a gesture so simple, but it sends a thrill through you every time.

“You’re always in trouble with me, baby,” she says, her tone low, teasing. “But I’m okay with that. You’re worth the trouble.”

Your heart skips a beat, and for a moment, you’re at a loss for words. You’ve heard Vi joke about her feelings before, but something about the way she says it now—so easy, so sure—hits you like a freight train. She’s not joking. She means it. She’s always been the kind of person to keep her feelings close to her chest, to make jokes out of everything to hide her vulnerability. But right now? She’s open. She’s letting you in.

“You know, you’re not so bad when you’re not causing chaos,” you tease, poking her in the side. Vi’s grin widens, but there’s a softness in her eyes that you’ve never seen before, a quiet kind of affection.

She shifts slightly, making sure you’re tucked comfortably against her side, not letting you slip away. Her hand rests on your hip, fingers tracing lazy circles over your skin. “Maybe I’m not so bad when I’ve got the right company.”

You shift again, this time to look her fully in the face. Vi’s eyes meet yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch in your throat. That mischievous glint is still there, but it’s softened, replaced with something deeper. Something you’ve seen before but never this raw, never this obvious.

“I’m serious,” she says, her voice barely a whisper. “I never thought I’d get to… feel this way, you know? I’m not the type for this mushy stuff, but when you’re around, it’s like everything else fades. Just you and me.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, your chest tight, emotions swirling in your stomach. Vi never says things like that. Not unless she means them.

“You’re hopeless,” you whisper, your voice thick with affection. “Completely in love with me, huh?”

Vi smirks, her lips brushing your forehead in a soft kiss. “You wish, babe.”

But even as she says it, there’s no hiding the truth behind her eyes. The way her hand tightens around you, almost protective, like she’s afraid to let go. And it hits you then, all at once—Vi’s completely, utterly in love with you. And for the first time, you realize it’s not just the kind of love that comes from adrenaline and rough edges. It’s not the kind that fades after a week or a few laughs. It’s real. The kind of love that sticks.

You reach up and cup her cheek gently, tilting her face towards yours. She doesn’t protest, just lets you guide her, her eyes softening, pupils dilating.

“You know, you can’t hide that from me forever,” you tease, grinning as she shifts uncomfortably under your gaze. “I’m pretty sure you’re head over heels.”

Vi scoffs but there’s no bite to it. She pulls you closer instead, her lips hovering near yours. “Fine. Maybe I’m hopeless. Maybe I’ve been completely wrapped up in you for longer than I want to admit.” She pauses, her eyes searching yours as if looking for something. “But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna be all sappy about it.”

You laugh softly, pressing your lips to hers in a slow, tender kiss. The kind of kiss that makes the world outside feel like it doesn’t exist. Like there’s only Vi, and there’s only you, and nothing else matters.

When you pull back, Vi’s expression is unreadable for a moment, like she’s trying to figure out what just happened. Her hand slips from your waist to the back of your neck, pulling you into another kiss, a little deeper this time. She’s not shy with her affection, not with you.

“Maybe you’ve got a point,” she mutters against your lips. “Maybe I am in love with you.”

You smile against her mouth, letting her kiss you for as long as she wants, before you pull back, eyes sparkling with that familiar mischief. “I thought you said you weren’t sappy.”

She chuckles, rolling her eyes. “Shut up, smartass. I don’t do mushy, alright?”

“Sure, sure. Whatever you say, tough girl,” you tease, your voice dripping with amusement. “But you know you’re stuck with me, right?”

Vi smiles, a genuine, soft smile that makes your heart melt. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The moment lingers between you two, quiet and intimate, as if the world outside has ceased to exist. For once, everything feels right. You’re exactly where you need to be. And, for the first time in a long while, Vi’s walls are down. She’s not hiding, not pretending. She’s giving you all of her, every piece of her, and there’s no going back.

You’re not just in love with her. You’re both growing, changing, and figuring out just what it means to be together, and you know one thing for sure: No matter what comes next, you’re not going anywhere.

And neither is she.

[ellieslittleslutt]

roommates with Vi and Ellie

roommates, vi, ellie, reader

cw: one kiss but not much detail, little angst (sorry), and swearing but i think that’s it

a/n: i’m loosing it so bad this took way too long to write and my motivation is kaput.

wc - 2k

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roommates, notoriously known for stealing food, late rent, bringing girls home. unfortunately yours weren’t any different. you three were close, they were your friends, but they can be absolute dicks.

living with ellie and vi wasn’t the easiest, both of them being top athletes, vi captain of the soccer team and ellie captain of the hockey team they had all the girls crawling and pleading for them, you never saw the appeal only seeing them as friends. yeah they were attractive and vi had nice tattoos and ellie was kinda soft with you— we’re getting off track!

coming home after a long day of classes and lectures you would like to come home to a quiet and calm home. obviously that’s not how it works for those two. opening the door you put down your bag and is immediately greeted with vi in the couch still in her jersey a cute girl in her lap basically tongue fucking each others mouths.

rolling your rates you walk past them towards the kitchen “hey vi” you mumbled and she raised a hand to greet you. you grab yourself a snack and walk away to go find ellie in hopes she is more up for conversation than vi.

opening the door you see her passed out in bed already changed into her pajamas. with a sigh you scoot her over lying down besides her. she groans opening her eyes to look at you “m’ tryna nap” she mumbles shoving her face into her pillow “and i’m trying to ignore vi basically fucking that girl on our couch” you said taking a bite of your cookie scrolling on your phone. “who is it this time?” she asks taking a bite of your cookie. bonking her on the head to stop her and she grumbles pulling away you answer “the brunette one i don’t know her name”

“jasmine i think” ellie says getting comfy to go back to sleep “we’re going out for dinner tomorrow night after vi’s practice if you wnat to join” she mumbles “sure ill meet you at the field” ellie nodded kicking you under the sheets with her feet “now boot i have early practice tomorrow” she huffed and you got up walking out. while walking through the hallway you hear what sounds like yelling.

poking your head out you see the girl, jasmine, yelling at vi then slamming the door shut. once the coast was clear you slowly walked out towards vi “what’s up with her?” you ask watching her rub her hand over her face “called her another girls name on accident” she said muffled by her hand. you chuckled sitting down besides her “you’re such a dick” you said turning on the tv “shut up im tired” she huffed hitting the side of your arm.

you laughed hitting her away “you should just do what ellie does” you said taking a bite of the cookie “sleep all day and some how pass?” she asks looking o er at you “well no find a girl and stick with her.” “yeah then get cheated on by said girl and never trust one again?” she said deadpanning uou “shut up shes my. hold and she’s sensitive” you said with a fake pout.

you were always. protective of her since the break up keeping her in check and not letting her spiral, joking you were like her mom always taking care of her since she didn’t have one.

“so dinner?” you ask “yup you coming?” she asks “are you paying?” you chuckle “if it’s above $20 dollars no” “deal.”

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walking down the field with an umbrella since the rain was brutal today. walking up to the bleachers you find ellie watching vi her hood pulled up over her head to protect from the rain. sitting down beside her you share the umbrella with her “your hood won’t do shit in this rain” you mumbled and watching vi. “thanks” she said putting her head down on your shoulder and you passed her a small snack you always kept on you.

“i swear it’s like marry popping bag” she mumbles eating the small bag of chips “i only have so much stuff because you two constantly need something from me” she chuckled stuffing the snack in her mouth “thank you mom” she teases “you’re welcome child.”

waiting for vi to emerge from the locker room is like waiting for water to boil. she only claims she takes forever because she needs to get her hair right, i mean it is worth it in the end she does have nice hair but she’s probably also just taking her sweet time in there. ellie getting impatient and hungry bangs on the door with her fist “hurry up we’re hungry!” she calls out through the door.

the door unlocks and via drying her hair with a towel scoffing at you two “geez can you guys learn some patience?” she asks rhetorically. “nope” you smiled sitting down on the counter ellie jointing you waiting. “so where is this restaurant?” you ask kicking your legs “uhhhh somewhere around here” vi says putting her earrings back in. looking over at her raising an eyebrow “dude have you even picked where to go yet?” you ask kicking at her leg.

“ow! and no we could just figure it out” she shrugs and ellie groans next to you “v im starving i don’t wnat to walk around searching for somewhere to eat” she stares down at her feet with a frown. “we could go to the new place that opened up, they have chicken strips so that’s ellie meal down” you said looking over at vi and she nods “yeah that sounds good”

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walking around in the city you look around at all the lights and cars the cold nipping at your cheeks while you follow ellie who is crowned with the navigation title. “should be around this corner… and here we are”

looking inside at the tables it seems busy but there might be a chance of eating there. walking in vi goes to the hostess stand smiling at them “hey table for three” she says using her charm to make the wait quicker. coming back to you guys she grins at you two “used my charm i got us a wait of 5 minutes” she said proudly.

you and ellie both look unimpressed with her “charm? really?” you said with a chuckle and ellie nudges your shoulder “she slipped her a ten dollar bill i saw” she says looking at vi and she scoffs “nuh uh it was purely charm.” she says in mock offense. you chuckled patting her shoulder as the waiter takes you to your table “keep dreaming.”

the hostess sits you down at a booth and you three shuffle in vi sitting by you ellie infront. scrolling through the menu you frowned trying to look for something “els what are you getting?” you pipe up from the silence and she glances at you already down choosing now just on her phone “oh uh i just got the chicken strips like you said” she mumbles cheeks getting a bit pink.

vi giggled a bit always making fun of her for eating like a toddler earning herself a kick to the shin causing her to slam her knee up into the table other tables looking at you guys. you glare at the two sighing “can’t take you shits anywhere” these bitches we’re still giggling.

vi orders and burger and you were still stuck on what to choose. you could go with your favorite or try something new but scared you won’t like it. vi pats your shoulder encouraging you to stick with what you like and don’t waste the food. it was really because it was cheaper and after all she was paying.

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as the food came out so did the drinks and it was safe to say you ended up getting a bit tipsy along with vi dragging her out to dance her arms on your hips and yours around her neck swaying along with her while walking watched from the booth awkwardly.

“i like your nose piercing” you mumbled poking it and she chuckled “yeah?” she asks squeezing your hips a bit and you nodded “mhm.” “well i quite loke your eyes” she said softly leaning closer. you have to lean upwards a bit getting closer “nothing special, just eyes” you smile batting your lashes at her.

her gaze focuses on your lips and back to your ways then your lips before crashing them in to meet yours a surprised hum coming from you before your drunken mind morphs into it kissing her back.

ellie watched her stomach almost sinking watching her best friends kiss. she hated it, yes you were allowed to do whatever you wanted but she couldn’t help but frown at it her eyes getting a little glassy looking back down at her hands.

you were her emotional support, best friend and almost parental figure. she was five steps ahead over thinking it all.

if you got with vi you couldn’t spend as much time with her anymore and loose her friend, what if you guys move out and she’s alone what then— “hey ellie”

your voice snaps her out of it grabbing your purse vi standing behind you “let’s head home alright?” ellie could just nod following you two home not wanting to think about what’s happening in vi’s room while she stays staring at the ceiling in bed.

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what. the. fuck.

you woke up the next morning in vi’s room naked and her arm slung around your waist while she snores. a pounding headache throbs against your temples and eyes and you got dressed, pulling on one of vi’s shirts and your underwear you walking out into the kitchen to get some coffee where you spot ellie sitting at the table working on some paper. she didn’t look up at you keeping her eyes glued to her laptop.

you knew something was wrong by the way she avoided you in a way, shuffling away when you sat by her or ignoring your mumbled good morning. sitting down infront of her sipping your mug you tilt your head looking at her when she speaks up “have fun last night?” she asks her tone emotionless.

eyes widening connecting the dots on it all you groan rubbing your forehead “els it was a mistake” you said apologetically but she doesn’t take it “you’re wearing her shirt slept in her bed with her… are you two like what, hooking up or some shit behind my back”

“no els look it was one time and i would tell you—“ “would you?” ellie says sharply looking at you raising an eye brow. your mouth slightly open you struggle for words “i-.. y-yes! yes of course i would” you were almost pleading for her to forgive you. she just scoffed getting up shutting her laptop walking back to her room with no other words.

vi coming out of her room pulling a shirt on rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly while you were fiddling with your hair tugging it a bit a nervous habit. vi pulls your hand off “you’re gonna go bald if you keep doing that” she says softly.

mumbling a sorry you lean against the counter looking down at your feet. “ellie’s pissed with me because of us sleeping together.” you voice was lower and a lot slower like you were still processing it all.

vi hums making herself a coffee “i can talk to her if you want… don’t really want to but i will” you shook your heard fiddling with your top “i’ll talk to her later just… i don’t know i’ll figure it out”

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a/n: so this might be shit but i don’t have the energy to care and i rewrote this 5 times already sooooo

taglist: @myrruwrites @tloudani @nanasemo @nombreuxx

[wosoloml]

From Rivalry to becoming Family || Alessia Russo x German!reader (Frankfurt!Reader)

Summary: When you and Alessia get engaged, you decide to celebrate this milestone with both of your national teams. What starts as a union between two people becomes a beautiful transformation from the rivalry of the Euros 2022 into a bond that feels like family.

a/n: throwback to the most painful day ever as a german. ich hoffe ich habe deine request gut umgesetzt <3 danke für deine worte!! i hope its okay i wrote also about how they got together.

wc: 1,4k | from this request

warnings : nothing just fluff except for mentioning the euros final

"Y/N! Are you finally done?" Alessia shouts through the house for the third time, trying her best to stay patient while waiting downstairs for her fiancée.

"Babe, relax. We won’t be late; everything’s going to work out," I reassure her, descending the stairs to join her.

Four days ago marked one of the best days of our lives.

After two and a half years of dating, Alessia finally asked me to be her wife. And, of course, I said yes.

It all began during the Euros in 2022. Alessia and I couldn’t be more different when it comes to our nationalities. Keeping our relationship private was tough, especially when we faced each other in the final. But at least we knew one of us would be celebrating that night.

The day after the final was when we finally told our teammates about our relationship. Since that day, the rivalry between England and Germany hasn’t felt quite as intense (even though we all know Germany is the better team).

"We’re going to be late if you spend another hour deciding which shoes match your dress," Alessia says, her impatience bubbling over as she watches me.

"I'm done! What do you think of my outfit?" I ask, turning to face her. Alessia’s eyes widen as she takes in the sight of me.

"Wow," she breathes, her expression full of admiration.

I feel my cheeks warm at her reaction. Even after two and a half years of being showered with her compliments, I still haven’t learned how to process them without blushing.

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When we arrive at the little beach house, everything is perfectly decorated, but no one is waiting for us. It’s a stark contrast to Alessia’s prediction that we’d be late because I took “so long.”

I can’t help but feel grateful that we managed to arrange this small party to celebrate such a special milestone in our relationship. Playing in different countries makes it difficult to maintain anything resembling a normal relationship, so it means the world that we were able to bring both of us—and all our national teammates—together for this one celebration.

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The clock struck exactly 3:00 PM when the first guests arrived. Unsurprisingly, it was Alessia’s best friends, Lotte and Ella. My heart swelled with love as I saw how many people cared about Alessia enough to travel all the way to Denmark to celebrate with us.

"Ella! Lotte! I’m so glad you’re here," I exclaimed, pulling them into a tight hug. In the beginning of our relationship, spending time with Alessia’s friends felt a bit awkward—especially since they played for England. But they turned out to be the sweetest people, and I’d never felt more welcomed.

"I can’t believe she finally asked you," Lotte teased, rolling her eyes. "She must have called me a thousand times, asking if it was too early, too late, or what your answer might be. Honestly, thank you for saying yes!"

I couldn’t help but laugh as Alessia came over, resting her hand gently on my back and joining in to greet her friends. Moments like this reminded me just how lucky I was to be surrounded by so much love.

Here’s a polished and restructured version of your text:

I could hear two loud voices singing and laughing with Alessia, and I immediately knew who had just arrived.

"Y/N, go get your girls before Laura starts drinking all the champagne before nightfall," Alessia teased, flashing me a grin.

"My girls! There you are!" I exclaimed as I rushed over to greet them. "I’m so happy you both are here."

We were used to speaking English with each other, but it still felt amusing, given our shared history.

"I can’t believe my little girl is getting married to the blonde English striker," Sara said, her voice full of mock disbelief. "It’s still unbelievable how you kept it a secret. We all knew you had a crush on her—like, who didn’t? And then secretly meeting her after games... and now here we are. My lovebirds!"

Sara couldn’t stop smiling as she looked at Alessia, her words filled with warmth.

"Okay, Sara, enough is enough!" I interrupted, my cheeks turning crimson.

Alessia caught Sara’s eye and gave me a playful wink, which only made me blush harder.

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As time passed, more and more guests arrived, until all of our national teammates were finally here. My heart swelled with love as I watched Leah chatting animatedly with Lena and Mary exchanging tactics with Merle. After years of playing against each other, it felt surreal to see everyone coming together like one big family.

I wrapped my arm around Alessia, unable to stop myself from smiling. It was hard to believe how perfect my life felt in that moment. I was the luckiest woman alive, with the best fiancée by my side. (And let’s not forget—she won Arsenal's Goal and Player of the Month! How could I not feel proud?)

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My eyes caught Ella as she stood up and cleared her throat, drawing everyone’s attention.

"When Alessia first told me she had a crush on Y/N, I already knew," she began with a soft smile. "Her eyes never lied when she looked at her. It didn’t matter if it was during tactical meetings while we analyzed other teams or when Y/N crossed our path on the way to different games. That same look was always there—an expression full of admiration."

Ella paused for a moment, her gaze shifting warmly between us. "I’ll save the big words for their wedding speech, but what I can already say is this: no one has ever made Alessia’s eyes sparkle the way you do. Thank you, Y/N, for making our Lessi the happiest girl on earth."

Ella fought back her tears, just like the rest of us. I smiled warmly at her, holding Alessia’s hand tightly in mine.

"She’s not the only one determined to make us all cry tonight," I said, glancing over at Laura. My heart immediately swelled with emotion. Laura wasn’t typically one for big words or grand displays of sentiment, so her standing up to speak meant the world to me.

"We didn’t win the Euros," Laura began, her voice steady yet filled with emotion, "but we won something even more special—new friendships. And most importantly, my best friend found the love of her life."

She paused, her gaze flicking between Alessia and me, a gentle smile gracing her face. "Whether it’s singing ‘Sweet Caroline’ in a karaoke bar or cheering for you at the Emirates, know that it’s always from the bottom of our hearts. Alessia, you are the first person I trust completely with Y/N’s heart, and I know it’s safe with you. Here’s to many more memories together. Cheers!"

Her words left the room in a silence filled with love and admiration before glasses clinked together in celebration. I couldn’t stop the tears from welling up as I squeezed Alessia’s hand, grateful beyond words for this moment.

I stood up, taking a moment to gather my thoughts before speaking on behalf of both of us.

"First of all, I need to thank our best friends for making us all cry and for finding the perfect words. You truly know how to touch our hearts. Thank you." I paused, looking around the room, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude.

"And we also want to thank all of you for being here today. We know it’s no small feat to find a free spot in our busy schedules, so we really appreciate you making the effort."

I smiled and raised my glass. "Please, enjoy the day, and let’s not drink too much!"

The laughter that followed helped ease the nerves in my chest, and I couldn’t help but feel thankful for everyone here, sharing in this special moment with us.

----

Alessia had her arms wrapped tightly around my waist as we swayed slowly to one of our favorite songs. Despite Leah’s role in music, today’s playlist wasn’t half bad.

"Thank you for spending the rest of my life with me," Alessia whispered softly in my ear, her words sending a warmth feeling through me.

"It’s a pleasure to spend it with you," I replied, my voice shy as I glanced at her. "I hope you liked today."

She smiled at me, her expression full of comfort. "I loved it today."

I leaned in closer "I love you."

May our story continue, forever.

[gibberishfangirl]

TOKYO REVENGERS | my girl

Synopsis ✰ they protect their girl from creeps

Characters ✰ Manjiro Sano, Ken Ryuguji, Chifuyu Matsuno, Takashi Mitsuya, Nahoya Kawata, Souya Kawata

Contains ✰ sfw!, catcalling, inappropriate sexual remarks, violence, protective boyfriends, very feminine!reader, f!reader, usage of the words “my girl”, defensive threats, harassment, sticky situation, reader is alone in some scenarios, boyfriends to the rescue

Manjiro Sano ᡣ𐭩

Mikey doesn’t actually think he’s felt this irritated before in his life. his face was kept straight as he was fixated on the situation happening right in front of him. he and ken had gone to meet you after your classes ended only to find this. even ken was unsure of whether or not he should step in himself or wait til mikey makes the first move. “get your dirty hands off me.” you snapped yanking your arm away as the guy had tried to reached over to grab your wrist. mikey knew you could handle your own but it didn’t make sitting on the sidelines any easier. he knew the relationship between you two was kept under wraps for a good reason. it’s not worth messing up and exposing your relationship over some scummy guy… right? no it’s not. “why not? its not like you got a boyfriend or anything. never seen you with another guy.” the guy just wouldn’t take no as an answer. how pathetic mikey thought.

“she already said no. take the hint.” mikey warned. the guy glanced over at mikey understanding what mikey meant by his words. to anyone else it might’ve just sounded like a guy saying to leave the girl alone already but what mikey really meant was “take the hint before i make you back off myself” and the guy read that message loud and clear. “oh yeah? and who are you? her boyfriend or something?” ken couldn’t even help but scoff as well at the guys response. how crazy do you gotta be to not only be able to not take a hint but also challenge the person who’s warning you. “i guess you could say something like that.” mikey said stepping up to the guy. “uhm.. draken?” you whispered over at the tall guy implying that he should break it up. “alright, mikey let’s just go it’s not worth it c’mon.” Draken placed a hand on mikey’s shoulder before gesturing over towards you with his head. mikey glanced over at you before coming to terms with the fact that he shouldn’t make such a scene in front of you. it’s not very gentlemanly of him is it? ugh he can hear mitsuya’s and ken’s lectures from a mile away.

“fine whatever, better not catch sight of your face again.” mikey said before shoulder checking the guy and walking over to you two to leave. the walk to the restaurant was silent as draken led the way. you were grateful mikey was willing to stand up to the creep for you. you felt a blush creep up to your cheeks as you grabbed mikey’s hand pulling him back to you. he glanced at you to ask what was wrong but you placed a quick soft kiss on his lips before he could. “thanks for defending me.” you mumbled after trying to avoid any sort of eye contact with the man. “well yeah… you’re my girl.” now it was mikey’s turn to blush as he realized what he said. a cheeky smile was plastered on your face as mikey was now the one avoiding eye contact. he looked over to see draken still distracted as he was far ahead of you two, glancing at all the buildings you were walking past. mikey was slightly relieved to know he won’t have to deal with any teasing later… but with his luck draken most likely still saw the scene unfold from the corner of his eyes.

Ken Ryuguji ᡣ𐭩

Draken was unfortunately used to you having secret admires and despite to his own likings, he’s also used to the not so secret admirers. he’d be lying if he said he didn’t care about the amount of perusers that followed you around on a daily basis. it especially annoyed him whenever there were times he couldn’t be near you due to work or being busy. you were gorgeous, it couldn’t be helped if others stared and recognized that fact as well. he knew better than anyone else how easy it was to get swept off his feet by you. he wasn’t jealous or insecure, he trusted you with his life. he was more protective and concerned about the creeps who couldn’t take no for an answer. he was working on a bike with mikey when you were walking to his place. you were so busy texting on your phone and listening to some music with your earbuds on that you didn’t catch onto the amount of catcalls being made.

Draken took notice as he heard the commotion of the busy street from his garage which was opened. he felt his mood change from frustration to a positive one as he first caught sight of your face. only for his mood to go back to frustration as he listened more clearly to the noise being made. how could you be so dense, the least you can do is be more aware of your surroundings. well draken can’t completely blame you for this, you were so used to his security and protection to the point where you knew you were pretty safe at all times. “be right back.” ken threw the dirty rag he was holding onto the floor before walking over to you. better he get to you now so he can walk you the rest of the way without any issue. at least that’s what he originally thought before he noticed another guy walking up to you as well. “hey! i’m talkin to you ya know!” the guy was clearly irritated by your lack of reaction to his catcalls. he was trying to get your attention for the past minute now while you kept walking ignoring the world behind you.

his loud voice snapped you out of your trance as you turned to find a hand try to make its way on your shoulder. luckily enough he wasn’t able to make any contact with you as his arm was stopped mid air by a strong grip of a very much taller and muscular blonde haired man. “you’re talking to me now.” draken responded for you as he threw the guys arm away from your direction. “stay outta this.” the guy glared at draken unsure of what he business he even had doing here. “can’t. not when your tryna put your hands on what’s mine.” draken was intimidating for sure with the way he towers over everyone and the cold demeanor he can manage to get at times like this. before the guy could even say anything draken cut him off by telling him “get lost before i change my mind.” draken didn’t need to repeat the phrase twice before the guy ran off. you were lost in confusion as you removed your earbuds “what happened?” you tilted your head to the side unsure of what just played out in front of me. draken couldn’t help but let out a small smile as he sighed “nothing, don’t worry about it. you’re lucky you’re my girl.” he laughed half joking at the last part since he really does tend to save you a lot of the time.

Chifuyu Matsuno ᡣ𐭩

Chifuyu always swore to protect you and be by your side for as long as you’ll let him. he always tried to be a gentleman in every way but damn situations like this made it so hard for him to not snap in front of you. sometimes it just couldn’t be helped. the two of you had gone on a date and this idiot wouldn’t stop following you around trying to ask for your number or get your attention. it was beginning to make you uncomfortable and it was pissing him off. he hated the guy already for trying to make a pass on you but he hated him for making you uncomfortable even more. the guy tried to swing his arm around you but failed at the attempt as Chifuyu slapped his hand away. “man, this shit is so uncool. cant you get a hint? she doesn’t want you. take the hint and keep your hands off my girl.” he reached his breaking point and he was done trying to be nice. “ha, your girl? you’re joking right? no way someone like you gets someone like her.” the guy laughed him off which unfortunately for him pissed Chifuyu off even more. he didn’t necessarily think he was wrong in a way since he believes your totally out of his league. he just hated how he really couldn’t take no as an answer.

“yeah well she’s clearly not with someone like you is she? trust me, it’s for a reason.” Chifuyu snapped back clearly striking a nerve as the guy was visibly upset by the comment. “you trying to start something?” “pretty sure you already did that part when you came up to us with your bullshit. so yeah. why don’t you come show me up if you think your tough shit.” Chifuyu challenged, gently placing your shopping bags down near you before stepping up to the guy. the guy was taller than him by almost a full foot but it didn’t scare Chifuyu. he’s handled bigger guys before and wasn’t afraid to take a punch. he especially wasn’t afraid to throw one either. a crowd started to form around the three of you as people sensed the tension. “uhm ‘fuyu maybe we should just go.” you tried to reason with him as you ran a hand up and down his bicep trying to settle him down. “yeah listen to your little girlfriend she doesn’t want to see you get hurt.” the guys words struck a nerve in you as you couldn’t stand the way he just tried to talk down your boyfriend in front of you.

“actually you’re the one who should be more worried. not him.” you glared at the guy who was clearly caught off guard by your statement. you took a step back well aware of what was about to happen as the fight broke out, Chifuyu gladly swinging the first punch. you had to admit you were a bit sad that you both got banned from the mall for a month. “im sorry i ruined our date.” Chifuyu softly spoke as he began to warm up the car. he really did feel bad for ruining the day, guilt and frustration was displayed upon his perfect face. “it’s okay, don’t stress about it… i can’t believe you really got into a fight for me.” you changed the topic as you were undeniably in awe at Chifuyu’s protective behavior. you never had anyone defend you the way he has before, it felt nice. “well of course! i will always defend you, you deserve the best and i won’t stand for someone treating you like a piece of meat.” he loudly spoke. his voice came out more passionately than he wanted it to. a blush spread around his face in embarrassment. however, his heart melted as you placed a kiss on the small scar the guy had left on his cheek bone. it was the only hit the guy managed to get before Chifuyu pummeled him into the ground. “my hero.” your words went straight into his heart.

Takashi Mitsuya ᡣ𐭩

Mitsuya was one of the most gentle beings you’ve met. imagine the shock that came when you found out he was a part of a gang and is even a captain. you couldn’t believe it. he never expressed any negative emotions around you and had never once lost his cool. it felt unreal at times since you were sure he had his moments like everyone else but he was still so kind. maybe being an older brother to sisters helped him with that. he was always kind and soft spoken with you which is why you never would’ve thought you would get the chance to see him arguing with another man with you right behind to witness it all. you began to wonder if Mitsuya even remembered you were there as he continued to bicker. the situation had been building up for some time so you couldn’t necessarily blame Mitsuya for finally reaching his breaking point. you had an admirer on campus who wouldn’t stop trying to ask you out despite being informed you were already in a relationship.

you felt awful for finding this so attractive. the way his brows furrowed and a sharp glare was found in his eyes made your stomach swirl. “take it easy man, it wasn’t ever that serious.” the guy tried to ease the situation as he noticed the demeanor shift in Mitsuya. “take it easy? not that serious? you go around trying to harass my girl every other day and you think i’ll just be okay with that?” you and Mitsuya don’t attend the same school so he never witnessed the guy’s behavior towards you until he decided to surprise you today after school. he had heard the rumors of you having an annoying admirer but he didn’t assume it was this bad. “you’re never even here. how was i supposed to know the boyfriend actually exists when he’s never to be found.” the guy shrugged. the way he was so shameless baffled everyone around you. Mitsuya had reached his breaking point and grabbed the guy by his collar raising his fist up. only to be stopped by you tugging his school sweater. he let out a sigh before dropping the guy. he was embarrassed. you could tell by the way cheeks flushed once he saw your face. “get outta here before i change my mind.”

“i’m sorry you had to see that.” Mitsuya spoke with shame. he never wanted you to see this side of him since he didn’t want you to be scared of him. not that you ever could be, you knew him all too well to ever think of him in a negative light. “it’s okay-it was hot.” your mouth spoke before your brain could catch up. you immediately regretted saying that as your face flushed a bright shade of red. “i-you shouldn’t say such things!” Mitsuya scolded you. his expression was mixed with shock and embarrassment. how can you find that attractive?!!?!?!!! “i’m sorry!” you bowed apologetically. that wasn’t the type of reaction he was expecting to receive from you. he didn’t think you were even capable of having inappropriate thoughts. the two of you didn’t speak much as he walked you home. “…so what about it did you find hot?” he teased finally breaking the ice. “shut up!” you blushed as you ran away from him. he of course caught up quickly but seeing your shy expression made the running worth it. he couldn’t help but smile now whenever he thought back to that moment.

Nahoya Kawata ᡣ𐭩

unlike his fellow captain Mitsuya, Nahoya had no shame in his violent behavior. he didn’t care about fighting in front of you or not. if someone started shit with him it didn’t matter who he was with he was for sure ending it right there and then. it wasn’t uncommon for your boyfriend to get into a couple fights here and there around you. if anything you being there was a motivator for him as he wanted to impress you. can you blame him? he’s a show off and loves to show off to you especially. he wants you to be able to recognize all his strengths as a person. he wants to prove that you can always rely on him no matter what. he’s a prideful man who never backed down from a challenge. of course he would never put you in jeopardy at any cost. he never acted aggressive towards you specifically (he would never even think about raising his voice at you) and he always kept a distance from you when he was about to escalate a fight. he wouldn’t forgive himself if you got caught in the cross fire.

the two of you (and souya who was sulking in the background) had been walking together to your favorite coffee shop. you were craving one of their signature drinks and Nahoya being the good boyfriend he is offered to purchase one for you. you had your arms crossed behind your back as you were skipping ahead of your boyfriend as the two of you were caught up in some chatting about his latest gang drama. he loved telling you stories about him and his friends. however, a certain wolf whistle caught his ear as it sounded particularly loud in your direction. Nahoya and Souya both looked around to try to see who made the noise. it was a busy street so you simply ignored it since you didn’t even think the whistle was towards you. “nice ass!” a guy laughed as he walked past you making sure to eye you up and down one last time as he began to walk way ahead of you. you felt incredibly uncomfortable by the comment as realization settled. the uncomfortable feeling soon got replaced by wary as you looked at your boyfriend. he wasn’t even looking at you and you had a strong feeling about what was going to happen.

“hey! watch your fucking mouth when talking to my girl asshole!” without thinking twice Nahoya swooped down to grab a half empty cup on the side of the road and chucked it right at the guy grabbing his attention. Nahoya had good aim as the cup hit the side of the guy’s head. the mystery liquid spilled all over him causing some people in the crowd to gasp or laugh. the guy immediately starting walking up to Nahoya who was already running straight towards him ready to give him a piece of his mind more like his fists. Souya ran up to you concerned “are you okay?” “yeah i’m okay.” you reassured him. once he knew you were okay he ran to go back up his brother in case of any other trouble. the way the two brothers were always ready to rescue you never failed to amaze you. of course Nahoya does it out of pure love and Souya does it because your his friend along with his brothers girlfriend.

Souya Kawata ᡣ𐭩

being in a relationship was all so new to Souya, he was still a shy mess at most times. you were both in the same awkward situation as the two of you were at a party. in all honesty you both didn’t want to be there but had assumed the other wanted to go and you couldn’t bring yourselves to say no. now there’s some creep who has been trying to offer you drink after drink. “no thank you, i’m not much a drinker.” you politely declined. you weren’t sure how to handle this as Souya got pulled away by his friends for a moment to handle something outside. you were starting to run out of excuses to reject drinks and he wasn’t taking no as an answer for long. you kept glancing towards the door hoping for Souya to return soon. you felt your hand get grabbed by someone while you were distracted. you looked over to see the guy once again, this time holding your hand while pleading in a playful tone “ah c’mon don’t be like that. it’s a weekend you should have some fun.”

your hand was pulled from his grasp by someone behind you. you looked over to finally see your savior of a boyfriend. you couldn’t fight back the relieved expression on your face as you relaxed into his embrace. “oh, i see you’ve met my girl.” “your girl?— girlfriend ?! i had no idea, my mistake.” the man apologized warily as he backed off. he made his exist soon after leaving the two of you alone. “ah thank goodness you got here it was getting a bit uncomfortable.” you admitted as you gave him a tight squeeze. “was it?? i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have taken so long. i can take care of it now.” Souya offered as he got ready to follow the guy out. he hadn’t read the situation that well and wasn’t sure what was going on. if he had known he was bothering you for some quite time he wouldn’t had been so calm. “no! it’s fine, you’re here now.” you stopped him by grabbing his hand. now this felt better, his hand in yours felt more comfortable than that other guys.

“are you okay?” he asked trying to read your expression. “yeah i’m okay.” you reassured him with a smile as he held your face in his heads. “hm. okay. let’s get outta here yeah? parties aren’t really my style.” he bashfully admitted. to be frank he was starting to get angsty by how crowded the house was becoming. “yess! i hate parties.” you admitted in response with a sigh of relief. you finally felt like you breathe as you left. “you should’ve told me sooner. i would’ve told everyone no. i always do anyway, i just assumed you would like to come. i’ll make sure to double check next time.” he apologized sweetly as he rubbed the lower of your back as an attempt to make you more comfortable. “i don’t really care what we do. i’m not too picky, as long as we get to be together.” you smiled at him causing him to blush. he couldn’t bring himself to say anything in response but he definitely felt the exact same way.

[cupidhoons]

REMINDER ✶ LEE HEESEUNG

( M.LIST ) ╱ f! reader 𓈒𓈒𓈒 slightly toxic & suggestive themes skinship kissing ─── wc 1k> : sum. breaking up with your ex & going to a party was one bad idea enough, but going back to him for what seemed like the millionth time after seeing him with a girl that wasn't you was a story on its own.

YOU AND LEE HEESEUNG WERE SO OVER. At least, that's what you thought. After breaking up with him for the ninth time this week and constantly having an on and off relationship with him for the past month—you believed that this was the last and official breakup. Not a chance were you going to settle for a man who didn't know exactly what he wanted, and nor was Lee Heeseung going to settle for someone who loved to toy with him. 

It was a push and pull relationship, to say the least. Though, most times it seemed like there was more of a pull than push. It felt as if every time you saw him—or even near him for fact—you got into a zone. But not this time. 

Or so, that's what you thought.

Maybe you were just greedy for his love, but seeing him enter the party with a girl that wasn't you two weeks after the breakup was driving you insane. You eyed them from across the room, burning holes into the back of Heeseung’s head.

The music thrummed in the air, drowning out the noise of conversation and laughter. Your fingers tightened around the cup in your hand, crinkling the plastic till it seemed unusable. Heeseung was laughing, his head thrown back slightly as he leaned in closer to her. 

You told yourself you didn't care. That you wouldn't let him get to you anymore. But the way his hand rested so comfortably on her back, guiding her through the crowded room and how his arm snaked around her waist pissed you off.

You observed them closely, your eyes never leaving their figure even as you ordered another shot. Your friends could tell that you were so out of it, and they know the exact reason why, but all you said to them was “Everything is fine.” 

Lie. Nothing was fine, and seeing Heeseung give her a kiss on her cheek was enough to send you spiraling. You had enough of his bullshit. 

Setting down your drink on the nearest table, you straighten your posture as you take out a mirror for touch-ups before walking over to them. Each step felt heavy with jealousy and frustration, masked with your self confidence. 

Heeseung’s laugh faltered when he noticed your walking figure. His smile stiffened, his hand immediately slipping away from the girl’s waist to rest at his side. You could only widen your smirk. 

“Hey, Hee,” you said, your voice honey-sweet, as you placed a hand on his chest, making him flinch. “Can I borrow you for a second?” 

It was as if you didn't even notice his date, until she cleared her throat, catching your attention. “Oh, I’m sorry! You don't mind if I steal him for a moment, do you? We just have some…things to talk about.” You smiled. 

His date took a glance at you, then at Heeseung, sensing the tension between you two. “Uh…I’ll just…grab a drink,” she mumbled, stepping away from the scene. 

Heeseung turned back to you, his jaw tightening. “What do you want?” he asked, his voice laced with frustration. 

You leaned in slightly, letting your hands trial lightly over the fabric of his shirt, resting just above his heart. The warmth of his skin seeps through the material as his breath hitches at the sudden contact. 

“Remind me why we’re taking a break,” you muttered, tilting your head as if you were clueless to why.

His brows furrowed as he tried pulling away, but your hand stayed firmly on his chest, following the movement like a magnet. “We talked about this,” he said, his voice firmer than before, though the way his gaze flickered to your lips gave everything you needed to know. “You said it was better for the both of us.” 

“And you agreed,” you countered smoothly, your tone low and intimate as you closed the gap again. “But does it really feel better, Heeseung? Because it doesn't for me.” 

His eyes searched yours, conflicted. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, and you knew you had him exactly where you wanted. Your thumb traced a small, absentminded circle against his chest, and you could feel his heart racing beneath your touch. 

“We’re not good for each other.” he said, though it sounded like he was trying to convince himself rather than you.

“Maybe,” you admitted, your lips curving into a sly smile as you trailed up to his jaw. “But that's never stopped us before, has it?” 

Heeseung exhaled shakily, his hands twitching at his sides as if debating if he should pull away from you or pull you closer. His gaze flickered down to your lips for what felt like the tenth time, then back up to meet your eyes. 

“Come on, Hee.” you whispered, almost like a plea as you leaned in your head closer to his. “Show me why I can’t seem to let go of you.” 

That was it. His hands finally moved—not to push you away, but to grip your waist, pulling you against him. His lips crashed onto yours, the kiss desperate, almost punishing. It was messy and filled with all the unresolved emotions neither of you had dared to admit aloud.

Nothing else existed as his lips were on yours. Not the party, not the girl he’d been with earlier, not even the reasons you’d broken up. Just the two of you, tangled up in each other once again.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your skin. “This is a mistake,” he murmured, though his hands on your waist told a different story.

“Then let’s make it together,” you whispered, pulling him back in before he could change his mind.

[drvscarlett]

About You Pt 20

Sebastian Vettel x Webber!Reader

Summary: Everyone knows about the history of Sebastian Vettel and Mark Webber. But there's a well kept story within the paddock about Sebastian Vettel and another Webber. This is that story.

A/N: the long wait is finally over. i apologize for the delays because life is so weird and a lot of stuffs happened. hope you all enjoy and let me hear your thoughts.

About You Series

2019, Albert Park Circuit

F1Gossips Daniel uploaded a set of photos in his photography IG account but then he deleted it and then reposted the same set of photos again after a while. However eagle eyed fans caught how Danny deleted a certain picture. Who is she?

User1 new wag???

User28 wasn't danny dating someone else?? User41 is every girl being posted a WAG right away? Can't they be simply friends??

User2 damnnnnn she looks fine

User3 ohmygod does anyone not remember who that woman is????

User7 I thought I was just dreaming when I saw the most iconic WEBBER.

User9 im sorry im confused. Im new to f1, can someone explain to me who is this girl? User12 basically this is Y/N Webber. The Y/N Webber who was present during the iconic Multi21. Used to be linked to Jenson Button and was his PR during his McLaren days. User16 I always shipped her with Sebastian since it was always Sebastian who seem to care for her during the Multi21 shenanigans

User19 hello how come im just learning this now? where has she been the past few years???

User7 well User19 she dropped out of the face of the earth after being involved in a car accident and then shortly after jules' death. Mark mentioned her in Aussie Grit about how she is taking time away from the media to recover. Maybe that's why Danny deleted it.

User45 if Danny removed this then maybe you should not be posting it esp when Mark specifically said that his sister is recovering!!!

F1Fan now that were talking about miss Webber again then let me bring back these old photos that Sebastian used to post on his blogs.

User1 SEB POSTED THIS????

F1Fan yeah, the old blogspot is deleted now sadly. User2 petition for seb to bring back his old blog or maybe make his own instagram!!

User3 didn't Y/N date Jenson?? what a homie hopper

F1Fan Jenson and Y/N went on one date then decided they were better off as friends so please refrain talking shit about her User7 go tell her F1Fan

User8 but just imagine how messy F1 was when Seb and Mark had that famous Multi21 moment then they panned to Y/N saying that she's the sister of Mark and bff of Seb

User11 i miss those days so much User15 this all seems so unreal but I went back to search the race and its very much real

User44 andddd remember when sebastian used to throw her so many birthday parties or those eyes on her during the podium. He was in love with her!

F1Fan I know. I just know that Seb truly loves her. User22 the couple we failed to protect!!!

2019, Bahrain International Circuit

Mark Webber had just arrived in his hotel room and he immediately headed straight to bed. With the heat in Bahrain, he was so happy that he was just interviewing people rather than driving the cars himself. He was almost dozing to sleep when the buzz of his phone jolted him awake.

The face of Y/N hugging him flashed in front of him. Somehow his weariness faded a little bit as he slides towards the green button.

"You look tired" Y/N greeted. Her face filled with a lot of concern.

"I do, thanks for pointing the obvious"

"Get some water, I saw how the drivers have been complaining how hot it has been" Y/N lectured.

It earns a chuckle from the sleepy Mark. No matter how much Y/N has said that she is done with the sports, Mark would always catch her tuning in on race weekends.

"You know people have been talking about you at the paddock" Mark couldn't help but open up the conversation.

"I'm really gonna kill Danny when he comes back" she groaned in response.

The instagram post has definitely generated a buzz within the community even if Danny was able to delete it right away. Mark has been scouring social media with the tags about Y/N and he could tell that everyone misses her around even if it has been years already.

"What are you so afraid of Y/N?" Mark wondered.

The direct question caught Y/N off-guard. The shift in her face immediately shows discomfort and a hint of fear. Mark knew well not to press her buttons but he wanted to understand what's holding her back.

"You told me you were scared before that people will look at you in pity because you are unable to walk but you have been walking for a couple of years now" Mark explained "I just want to understand what are you so afraid of that you are hiding from the world?"

A sigh escapes from her lips before she replies.

"The whole pity thing was true. Its the reason why I walked out" she seems to hesitate with her answer "But now I am afraid that people will hate me for walking away and leaving everyone behind"

"You didn't run away, you needed time"Mark's rationality immediately answered.

"I pushed people away and I hurt them Mark"

Mark could never forget the night that he picked her up from that restaurant in Brazil. Y/N never disclosed the content of the whole conversation but he could infer that both parties were hurt by the exchange of words that night.

"He misses you a lot" he worded it out more clearly.

"Mark, I don't know" she admits "I'm scared"

The older Webber have to run a hand across his hair. If the Mark from 10 years ago heard that he is bridging his sister and his rival together then he would have been punched himself already. This dance has been going on a long time, the distance and time should have healed all those wounds left behind in Brazil.

"Listen, he loves you."Mark assured "He loves you and he still chooses you. I don't think you have been listening to me talk about how much this guy has asked me for updates about you or how much he misses you. I'm sure that he will be more than glad than upset to see you again"

For a moment, the conversation went quiet. He couldn't figure out what she was thinking but when she finally looked back there was something in her eyes. A glimmer of hope and maybe a possible return, Mark felt like he knocked some senses with his speech.

"You really think he will still accept me again?"

Mark nodded his head in agreement.

"You two have suffered long enough with all these pining so do me a favor and just make out or something"

"Mark!" her face was red in embarrassment.

Laughter was soon heard from the other line, something very rare since her recovery. Or maybe Mark is just used to having her smile all the time before the tragedies occurred so he cherished these kind of moments a lot.

Mark vowed years ago to help his sister recover and if he has to settle with an old rival as a brother-in-law then so be it. Anything, just to see that old smiley Y/N again.

2019, Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya

F1Updates Ferrari driver Charles Leclerc is spotted dining in a restaurant with F2 Prema Racing driver Mick Schumacher post-race.

User1 those are my husbandssss!!!

User2 mick in his f1 debut soon??? please let this be real

User3 Oh I want to be in the same restaurant and know what they are talking aboutt

User5 i didnt know mick and charles know each other

User7 they seem pretty close tbh! User10 the grid is basically a small circle so its not surprising to know that mick and charles know each other.

User19 saw them there! they went to this private meeting room place and i think they are celebrating someone's birthday.

User27 omg invasion of privacy??? User19 girl i just saw them carry gifts and overheard them sing happy birthday. tbh i avoided to ask for photos with them because the whole thing seems to be personal and they were trying to be inconspiciuous. User30 who are they celebrating hmm

The candles on the cake shines brightly in front of Y/N. Charles and Mick did quite a remarkable surprise in organizing this birthday ahead of the Spanish Grand Prix. They booked the private room, generated a menu, made the cake (which surprisingly looks good), and gathered the people dearest to Y/N.

She smiles looking at the people around her. It was quite weird that she is now in her early 30s and still spending her birthdays with the people who have been with her during her 20s. Although, the lingering thought at the back of her head is that she knew not everyone she wanted to be here today is present.

With a sigh, she blows the candles out.

“We have to cut the cake and everyone could taste how much of a great baker I am” Charles proudly declares.

“It’s us” Mick interjected.

“Potatoh potato, eh same thing”

The cake has been handed around and the small group enjoyed a little bit of cake time with each other. For this dinner, the talks about race strategy is off the table and they were all catching up with everyone's life.

"So what are your plans?" Jenson wondered "Not everyday you turn 30"

She smiles knowing that this question will be asked.

"I'm going to face some of my fears" Y/N answered.

It immediately perked up the attention of the F1 drivers present at the dinner. They knew that there was just one big fear that Y/N wouldn't want to face for years. Their eyes seem to double as if in great disbelief if they heard the whole thing correctly.

"I'm going back to the paddock" Y/N confirms.

"NO WAY!" "When did this happen?" "I CANT BELIEVE THIS?"

The flurry of responses was expected. It was definitely a surprise even for Mark, who seems to have no clue about this comeback.

"Who are you working for?" Mark wondered.

"I'm not yet going back to Formula 1 though" she clarifies "I accepted a role in Formula 3 as a PR for next year"

"BUT STILL FOR WHO?" Mick asked.

"Piastri"

"So that's why Oscar was asking about you"Mark clapped his hands in the new revelation "I guess were both handling him now ey?"

"An Aussie union team" she agrees.

Everyone is buzzing with excitement and already voicing out how they are looking forward for next year. Although, the elephant in the room, is not yet being discussed, everyone has the same thing running in their head.

'What will happen once Sebastian finds this out that she is back?'

Under the table, Mick and Charles shakes hands with a hundred euro in between them. A silent bet with Mick betting on Sebastian to make a move while Charles votes on Y/N making the first move.

2019, Marina Bay Street Circuit

Margarette was five years old and she told countless times to her Papa that she can take good care of herself. It was not her first time to attend a Grand Prix so one could say that her confidence is off the roof. But now that she is lost in the sea of people in orange, green, and pink--little Margarette is close to tears.

She didn't even know how it happened. One second she was patiently waiting for her Papa to finish signing a fan's cap then she saw Uncle Nando pass and waved at him then her Papa is no where to be seen.

Although the plastic card that hangs around the neck guarantees her access to everywhere in the paddock, she still feel very anxious to be apart from her Papa. It didn't help that the cameras are flashing everywhere and the mechanics are rushing from one place to another.

"Xcuze me!" Margarette tried to stop one of the staffs again but they passed by her again.

The tears were coming out because of her frustration and anxiety when all of a sudden a gentle tap on her shoulder made her turn.

"Hey sweetie, you seem lost" the woman knelt down so she was at her eye-level "what are you doing here?"

With that, Margarette finally broke in tears and hugged the mystery woman. It felt so relieving to see someone that finally noticed her dilemma.

"Oh don't cry, there there" the woman comforted.

Margarette held her tightly, afraid that she will be lost without any companion again. The woman ushered them to the sides so they won't be bothered by any of the rushing crowds.

"I lost Papa, I had to find him pwease" Margarette managed to say despite her crying.

"I will help you find your Papa, your name is..." the woman flipped her the pass to reveal her name and her expression morphed into a shock.

"Margarette Vettel, your papa is Seb?"

The little girl nods her head. It was a common reaction especially since she knew that her Papa won 4 of the championships before. She assumes that the woman is another fan who knows her Papa.

"I'll make a few calls and get someone to get you back to Ferrari's garage, okay?" the woman assures as she pulls out her phone to dial someone.

Margarette knew that it was not okay to trust strangers. Her Papa warned her before about the dangers of telling strangers her name or being too comfortable with one. However, something about this woman is very familiar to her. She racks her mind while wiping her tears away. Maybe she seen her in some of the race TV before.

The woman eventually brings in Charles, her Papa's teammate, and she immediately leaped to hug him.

"There you are cheri, your Papa is so worried about you" Charles exclaimed.

"Papa where is Papa?"

"Your papa is in a meeting so I had to run for him" Charles answered and then directed to the woman "You sure, you don't want to take the credits of handing Margarette to Seb?"

"Not yet Charles" the woman replies "Go and get her back, Sebastian must be worried"

Charles held Margarette's hand and they were heading out back to the Ferrari garage when Margarette turned. Her father always tell that it was rude not to thank people for their kindness no matter how little or big the act was.

"Thank you Miss!" she waves brightly.

The woman smiles back at her and Margarette couldn't help but think that she was very pretty. She would definitely think her Papa would think the same way if he sees her. Margarette makes a mental note of her face so she will point her out to her Papa next time.

2019, Suzuka Circuit

There was a slight drizzle as Y/N walks the track, the sky was in a dreary tone of grey as if it was mourning. The bouquet she was carrying seems to get a little bit heavier with every step she takes. Even after all these years, it still feels unreal for her.

"Hey Jules" Y/N placed the flowers at the asphalt.

Today marks five years since that accident that took Jules away. She remembered how it felt sitting at the garage thinking that it was just a normal accident until she was informed that he wasn't moving. She remembered how she tried to sleep and think of it all as a bad dream but then she wakes up and everything is still happening.

"We miss you already" Y/N couldn't help her tears "I have so much to talk to you about and there is so much that you have missed"

She takes a sit at the track. It was her habit every year to come to Suzuka in October just to sit and talk about what is happening with life. Maybe in her mind, she was just back in the cafes of Monaco conversing with Jules and he never left.

Recounting all the happy memories from the months that have passed from Charles' first win in Spa and Monza to the latest gossips that Jenson passed to her.

"And you must be proud of me, I'm coming back to the track again"Y/N announced "Figured its about time for me to face the music and say hello to an old friend again"

Friend would be the least thing that she could have described Sebastian, he was definitely more than that.

"Sebastian seems to be just at arms length every time but it seems like the universe is not letting us meet. I don't know if that is some divine intervention that's telling me that I'm not supposed to meet him again or maybe I'm overcomplicating things..."

She smiles sadly at the flowers in front of her.

"You would have known what to tell me"

At the parking lot, just outside of the Suzuka track, Sebastian has just parked his car. He glanced at the sleeping Margarette at the back of the car and he gently shakes her awake.

"We here?" she groggily wonders.

"Yes, we are" Sebastian grins "It's time for you to meet someone very special"

Sebastian picks up the arrangement of white tulips while holding Margarette's hand with his other free hand. They are walking towards the entrance of the Suzuka circuit when he noticed a familiar face that seems to be waiting on someone.

"Uncle Mark!" Margarette waved at the Australian driver.

Mark seems to look at them as if they have grown two heads. He seems so shocked to see them standing there.

"What are you doing here?" Mark asked right away "Race isn't supposed to start until a few days later"

"Its Jules and I want Margarette to meet Uncle Jules" Sebastian coolly replies.

Despite the cool weather, Mark seems to be sweating as if under pressure. Sebastian have picked up these little habits from Mark after being his teammate for a while. He seems to be hiding something.

"Uncle Jules too Uncle Mark?" Margarette piped in.

"Yes but Seb we have to talk.."

Sebastian suddenly had the gears in his head turning upon realizing why Mark was here outside guarding. His heartbeat goes faster and it was like there was something within his reach.

"She's there, isn't she?"

One look and that's all it takes, Sebastian felt like his world was going too fast but at the same time it stands still. He felt like he wanted to just drop everything and find her.

"Go, I'll take care of Margarette" Mark encouraged and Sebastian didn't need to be told any further.

He runs down the circuit that he knows very well but this time not in his car but with his own feet. However, his speed seems a little too similar with the car with the way he is running. His cheeks are wet from the raindrops or maybe it was some tears running down his eyes.

It didn't take a long while before she comes to view. She was sitting down with an array of flowers, she seems solemn and talking to the ground. Her hair was more wavy and lighter than he used to remember but she was there. It was still her, after all these years.

"Y/N?"

[urno1luv]

Can you please make the puppy gf yunjin into a full fic/imagine including the things you already said in the short you posted? 🙏🙏🙏

encountering a clingy puppy hybrid called yunjin and falling in love with her, despite her weird and often creepy antics -◇

tags: clingy yunjin, breaking in, she's lowkey a creep (but not a perverted one), obsessive?, desperate sex (gp and non gp versions)

The first time Yunjin noticed you, her world tilted. Her floppy ears perked up, her pupils dilated, and her tail wagged in excitement. Something about you—the way you smiled shyly at your friend, the way your voice carried across the room—made her chest ache in ways she didn’t understand. It wasn’t love at first sight. It was more than that.

From then on, Yunjin became a shadow in your life, always lingering just a step behind, like a lost puppy. At first, you thought it was sweet. She’d always find you during breaks, showing up with your favorite snacks or insisting on walking you to your next class, her arm in yours. Her presence was magnetic—warm, comforting. You didn’t notice how tightly her fingers gripped your arm when she pulled you closer, or how her smile faded the moment someone else tried to talk to you.

But then, the texts started.

“Where are you?”

“Who are you with?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?”

You’d barely reply before your phone buzzed again, another question, another demand. The messages came at all hours, and when you didn’t respond, she’d call—her voice breathless, almost panicked.

“I was worried,” she’d say, her tone dripping with sweetness, though there was an edge to her words that made you uneasy.

One evening, as you were heading home, you spotted Yunjin waiting outside your door. She wasn’t supposed to know where you lived...😰

“Yunjin?” you asked, trying to mask the surprise in your voice. “What are you doing here?”

She smiled, holding up a bag, her canines shining through her genuine smile. “You mentioned you weren’t feeling well, so I brought you soup. I just wanted to take care of you.”

It was a thoughtful gesture, but the way her warm eyes bore into yours made your skin prickle.

“Thanks, but… how did you know where I live?”

Her smile widened. “Oh, I asked around. It wasn’t hard.”

You didn’t have the heart to turn away such a sweet girl, but as she followed you inside, something about her presence felt suffocating. She hovered too close, her eyes flicking to every detail in your home as if she were memorizing it. You noticed how she made sure to rub her cheek on your neck... was she scenting you?

That night, after she left, you found a strand of her hair on your pillow.

Days turned into weeks, and Yunjin’s behavior grew more intense. She started showing up unannounced more often, always with an excuse—she’d forgotten something at your place, or she just wanted to see you. She knew your schedule better than you did, waiting for you after classes, walking you home, always there, always watching. Her yearning gaze would follow you in a way that made your stomach twist.

When you tried to set boundaries, Yunjin brushed them off with a laugh, acting as if you were joking.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily,” she teased, but her tone was laced with something darker. To make a point, she suddenly bit your wrist, hard enough to leave a mark, giggling at your yelping.

One day, you decided to take a different route home, hoping for a moment of peace. But as you turned the corner, you found her waiting at the end of the street, her smile too perfect, too knowing.

“You didn’t think I’d lose track of you, did you?” she asked, tilting her head. Her voice was light, but her eyes burned with something that made your heart race.

You tried to brush it off, but Yunjin’s presence only became more suffocating. She started leaving notes in your bag, little love letters written in her elegant handwriting.

“You’re mine,” one read.

“We belong together,” said another.

---◇

The final straw came when you woke up one night to find her sitting on the edge of your bed.

“Yunjin?!” you gasped, scrambling back against the headboard.

She tilted her head, in pure puppy fashion, her expression unnerving you. “You left your window unlocked,” she said, as if that explained everything. “I got worried when you didn’t text me back. I couldn’t sleep not knowing if you were okay.”

Her fevour and devotion for you sent a chill down your spine. You tried to steady your voice. “Yunjin, this… this isn’t normal. You can’t just come into my house like this.”

Her smile faltered, and for a moment, something flickered in her eyes—hurt, anger, desperation.

“I’m doing this because I love you,” she said softly, her voice trembling. “Don’t you see? You’re my everything. I can’t… I can’t lose you.”

You didn’t know what to say, your mind racing as you tried to figure out how to get her to leave. But before you could speak, she leaned closer, her hands softly holding your face, her warm hands and heavy breathing soothing your panic slightly.

“You don’t have to be scared,” she whispered. “I’ll always take care of you. Always.”

Her words sounded more like a promise than reassurance, and as she stood to leave, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was far from over.

The door clicked shut behind her, but her presence lingered—an invisible weight pressing down on you. You stared at the window she’d used to sneak in, your heart pounding as you realized she would never let you go.

when you fall in love ---◇

- despite her overwhelming presence, Yunjin’s softer moments make your heart flutter. the way she looks at you, like you’re her entire world, becomes addictive.

- her obsessive attention to detail feels flattering at times—she remembers everything about you, from your favorite coffee order to the way you like your books organized.

- when she clings to your arm or rests her head on your shoulder, you feel a strange sense of comfort, like you’re her safe place.

- her determination to always take care of you becomes endearing, especially when she shows up with things you didn’t realize you needed, like an umbrella on a rainy day or soup when you’re sick.

- you catch yourself smiling when she texts you goodnight every single night without fail, her messages filled with warmth and affection.

- the intensity in her gaze when she talks to you makes your stomach flip—it’s like she’s silently telling you how much you mean to her.

- over time, her possessiveness starts to feel less threatening and more like she’s terrified of losing you, which makes you want to protect her in return.

- her vulnerability during emotional moments tugs at your heart; the way her voice shakes when she says, “I can’t lose you,” makes you realize how much she needs you.

- the little notes she leaves for you, filled with sweet words and doodles, make your chest feel warm. you keep them tucked away, unable to throw them out.

- one day, when she shyly confesses how deeply she feels for you, her honesty is so raw and sincere that you can’t help but fall for her too. And now you're girlfriends let's gooo🗣‼️

how sex with yunjin is like (non gp version) -◇

- she NEEDS close contact,so she makes sure to have you extremely close when fucking. any position where she doesn't see your face? she's NOT doing it, always whining and grumbling in your ear when she fucks you with her favourite navy blue strap from behind, but you suggested doing it in front of a mirror, and that was the best day of her life. the mascara running down your face, drool running down your chin, and it turns out it's not so bad!!! bc she can lean down and mark your back whenever she wants!! your sessions always end in you flinching in pain when you feel her bite marks, but yunjin won't let you sit in pain for too long!! no no!! she has the BEST aftercare in the world🤞🤞

- praises you ALL the time. she hates degrading you, doesn't like the idea of even disrespecting you, even if you want it😭she definitely says stuff along the lines of:

"C'mon baby, just one more, give me one more doll, i know you can. I know you can do it for me."

"You're so pretty underneath me like this, d'ya know that?"

"Ugh, you feel so fucking good, you're so fucking wet for me, you like that, y/nnie?"

- certified service dom, and ur her lucky pillow princess

- she will scream and throw a tantrum if she doesn't get to taste you on her tongue for at least 2 hours a day. yunjinnie begs all day for you, following you around your house. even at college she would ask to have you. "please, pleaseeee? you're not being a good girlfriend right now."

- when she doesn't get what she wants she wants talk to you at all, until you give it to her. and so you reluctantly do, and that was a mistake. she doesn't let you go until she's positive that you can't walk or talk and your brain scrambled. when there's saliva everywhere, and your clit is sore and an angry shade of red, the 9th orgasm gushing out of your pussy, and your body limp?? she's accomplished her life's purpose.

(gp version) -◇

- desperate as fuck. her breeding kink is absolutely uncontrollable. she would bend you over the kitchen counter, smacking your ass while pulling your panties off (you dont bother wearing clothes around her because shes going to rip them off anyway). she'd push her dick into your pussy, and when she feels you clench around her tip, she already feels like she's in heaven. she wpuld pump her hot, thick cum into you until youre gripping the edge of the counter, panting heavily.

- marking you everywhere. your neck, your waist, your belly, your shoulders, your wrist, your thighs, your pu-

- she lives for the sound you make when you gag on her fat cock... quickly thrusting deep, so that your nose is pressed against her tummy, and her heavy balls slap against your chin as she repeatedly fucks your face without warning

- like the non gp version, she prefers to see your face, and positions like mating press are the best in her opinion!! that's where her cock hits the deepest, and filling your pussy up with her semen is the only thought in her mind rn🤞🤞

[azaleaaa-blog]

Shopping date

"That one will make your skin dry, no?" Rafayel asks or more like tells you. "Let me see?"

He takes the bottle of facial foam from your hand, and read the description written on it. You two are currently in a mall. Buying toiletries and skin care product, you would say. Shopping date, Rafayel says.

As long as he's happy, shopping date it is, then.

"See, it has scrub in it, but no mention for moisturizer." Rafayel takes another facial foam product and hand it to you. "What about this one? It has extra moisturizer. When the weather is cold, your skin tends to become drier. I've used this before. It's quite good."

You try to suppress a big grin threaten to bloom on your face. "It's the first time you buy skin care product with a man. That being said, it's also the first time a man willing to check on what you use. and give recomendation.

"That's good?"

"I haven't even seen it yet, Rafayel."

"Then why are you smiling?"

You look up at him. His head slightly tilted to the side, brows raising in questioning look. He looks so clueless it's adorable.

Your smile grows wider. You shake your head, "Nothing. I'll choose this one then."

You ended up letting Rafayel choose every product you need to buy. Giving your opinion here and there, silently enjoying his serious face when he read what's contained in it. Indulging yourself in his attention when he occasionally asks if your skin will be fine with this or that.

It's a shopping date, indeed. A very good one.

"Oh, oh!" Rafayel tugs your arm lightly, "Want to take a look?"

He points to the make-up booth, and you raise one eyebrow, "Sure."

"I want you to try this one!" Rafayel show you a sample of soft colored lip cream. "It will suit you since you like a natural look better."

"You even know what a natural make-up look is?"

"Yeah? I've learned them from internet." Rafayel shrugs. "Here, let me apply it on you."

He demonstrates how to apply the lip cream like a professionals.

"Now smack your lips together. Like this, PA-PA." He shows you how, and it's very similar to a young teenage girl doing make-up for her friend for the first time.

The saleswoman glances you both secretly, and looks like trying to suppress her laugh.

You do as he said, and Rafayel's squeals, "It looks so cute on you! Let's take this one?"

"Mhm," you look at the result on the mirror. It's actually really nice. "Okay."

The saleswoman checks, and takes the same color lip cream Rafayel choose from the box under the counter. She gives it to him, and asks, "Are you a make-up artist, Sir?"

"Ah, yes. Her personal make-up artist." He smiles charmingly.

You have a difficult time not to blush as you lightly pinch Rafayel's arms.

[robinsgrl]

again, i only posted this to clear my name up. because despite what is being said, people ARE lying on my name. STILL. i didn’t steal anything from anyone. im not giving credit on a concept that i didn’t know she posted about. i don’t not have “integrity” and im not “dragging it” or saying that my age and “being young” is at fault here. this is me saying my side and yeah, i name dropped cause again, her friend WAS going all out on me.

either way, this is being deleted soon but im letting all the hate anon’s ride it out and get my side of this insane and completely inaccurate narrative that people still believe is my fault because again, the first ask about my “leader and founder” comment was posted for everyone to see without my knowledge. this is why yall need to be careful what you post. its not being “that girl” or being a “boss”. Its called not checking your facts and quite frankly, being a bully. blindly taking a side without gathering all sides is also under that spectrum. support the people you love, yes, but blind support is not taking accountability or holding people up to the standard that we should be. i wish no ill to dolly. And i truly hope the best for her and only her in this situation.

EDIT: if you read this post and decided that sending hate to any of them was the right move, especially through anon, then block me. that is not the type of support i need OR want. you guys are just as bad as the first insane ask.

ANOTHER EDIT LOL: again, my problem isn’t with dolly. she’s a nice person and i feel for her, truly. she’s been forgiven and it’s been resolved with her and only her. the original poster of the ask, those that are saying i “lack integrity” and that im blaming “my age” and im apparently “disregarding fandom etiquette” or the ones that seem to think that this post was made to send her hate, which it isn’t, is who im not good with. “im not in an emotionally stable enough place” well shit, me either!! i was at work having a panic attack over this being dumped on me so suddenly. but you’re not emotionally stable enough so that’s all that matters!!!!!!! 🤞

since im still getting hate through anon over “stealing” a concept that I didn’t know this woman had posted prior to me, im going to clear some things up.

EDITED theres a post of my comment which was taken completely out of context and not me pioneering “weird!girl”. I was talking about the “fan club” that the commenter was referring to. She commented “weird girl fan club” and I responded with “I am the leader and founder of” meaning, I was the leader and founder of my weird girls FAN CLUB because I adored that character. in high school, all the clubs had a leader and a founder but that doesn’t mean they created the idea of the club, and that’s quite literally what i meant. Think of it like a silly little club in school, it was a joke about a fan club for my specific reader. Granted, it was worded weirdly but that was part of the joke. Like me “completing” the sentence. this is a completely inaccurate post that was forced to fit a fake narrative.

^^ this issue was previously about another account but that has been resolved. we have both apologized and a statement was made. I understand her pov completely and if anyone was bothered to read the comments in this post AND read her statement, you wouldn’t be in my inbox harassing me or her.

now for the woman who is claiming that i stole this concept from her. we dm’d and honestly, she was nice. i have nothing against her as a person. but she was still reblogging stuff that her friends posted about the situation and if it’s been “resolved” then stop reblogging things. anyway, she privately messaged me and admitted that she “blocked me previously to this happening”. i started writing for this fandom the end of november. I posted weird girl reader the first or second week of December. she admitted to blocking me since she saw the post and it blew up pretty quickly so im assuming that she blocked me around the same time that it was posted. i can not stress enough that i had not seen her work. as you can see that was almost a month ago. im not sure on my timeline because literally no one will tell me anything but my first post was nov. 22. it hasn’t been that long since i’ve been in this n fandom

the few works that i DID read were texts posts. everything i read i literally reblogged under my recs. I hadn’t read much farther than that. Now i know there’s no way to prove that but it’s the truth. I didn’t see her posts. I didn’t know who she was. And I didn’t get the time to know who she was because she blocked me.

now, in her long post in that same reblog im talking about, she stresses that you can make weird girl different. that she spent time on her character and I’m sure she did. granted, I didn’t get to read her works because again, I’ve been blocked. but that’s quite literally the point of _!readers. writers have the control. they can base them off of whatever they want and she named those examples. just like she was proud of her reader, i was proud of mine. those things that my reader did in the series were things that i have quite literally done in my real life.

the first part. i did the boob/pec thing to a gym guy that i was seeing back when i was 18. biting someone’s muscled arm was a trend that i saw on tiktok. Of women biting their so’s muscles.

the putting her hands in her boyfriends jeans to warm her cold hands up? i did that before and granted, it was with a girl that i was semi-seeing and not a guy like the original post, but I just flipped the scene. same with the ass slapping and grabbing joke. i do that to my friends. my friends. it’s weird, yes, but that’s why i wrote this weird girl with things i’ve done before because for a long time, i was considered weird. i was bullied in school for being weird, as im sure a lot of people have been.

this reader of mine was me. from the antics she did to the chronically online posts and texts. ive had so many people say that they, themselves have done these things with their significant others as well because tiktok and social media is normalizing not being so serious all the time, that it’s okay to be awkward and weird and goofy with the people you love. And as stated before, i go into writing weird girl reader as someone who’s on the spectrum. I don’t write that she is but as someone who is, those little pieces of me were in the story and im sure many who are can understand that.

she goes on to say that people blow up on her for confronting them. im truly sorry she had that experience but i am not them. she should have come to me as an adult from the beginning. as a grown woman. we both are grown enough to have a civil conversation before name dropping and having people come to my page and say im plagiarizing and copying her when i did not know who she was. because im sorry to say this: you did not inspire me. i did not see your posts. i did not know your account. until this reblogged ask was posted, i did not know you existed. i can not give credit on a concept that i didn’t even know you posted ahead of me. quirky readers like this have been around for longer than your own. i remember reading one direction wattpad stories with quirky/off putting readers when i was a preteen, literally dozen off stories, and back when it was “not being like other girls”. this concept is not new and was not popularized by you. I am not saying that takes away from your work. You have a right to be upset when people steal your own personal work but a concept is a concept. And it’s not one that i stole or got inspiration from you. and i have to reiterate: I am not saying i came up with this on my own. Im not saying this was my idea. But i did not get it from you.

now cameronwillow is defending her friend and i get that. having friends like this is important in hard times but i do believe she and the original sender of the ask, blew this thing out of proportion. im glad you’re there for your friend, truly, a love like that is all anyone can ask for. but you did this the absolute wrong way. read the top to see what i mean. if you still think i copied or stole from your friend and that “credit wasn’t given”, then, you’re gonna keep having a tough time on the internet and in fandoms; tropes and concepts and plots are constantly reused.

now, you posted that i should’ve messaged first. how when she admitted to blocking me when she saw my first weird girl post? you go on to say that “if you’re old enough to be on tumblr then you’re old enough to use your thumbs and message people off anon”. Now, the anon hate is wrong and anyone who is harassing your friend in a harsh way or calling her names, don’t take them as anyone I would support. I wouldn’t support any of them or any of that. If i found out who it was, i would report and block them myself. Hate through anon is wrong no matter what. But wouldn’t that go both ways? You all reblogged and posted things about me while I was blocked before we could have any sort of discussion as adults. (With the exception of dolly because she did unblock me and we had a discussion, although i will say it was too late.)

those are the main few that i think had a lot of hold over the situation. dolly isn’t at fault here. but neither am i. it was a bad situation that was dealt with badly. feelings on all sides are valid but this is the internet, you have to be careful with what you post and how you word yourself. i should have worded myself better on that leader and founder comment and i admit that, it was wrong. but at the least all of these people can and should admit that they blew this entire thing out of proportion.

I had a conversation with her friend under a post where we talk about the hate comments and anon and i agree, neither of us should get this hate. Not at all. And dolly has the right to her feelings. Plagiarism and copying is a real issues in fandoms and in fanfiction writing, one that i have dealt with myself in my past fandoms. But it’s also not insane of me to want to defend myself. I’m not “dragging it” by wanting to defend myself. I’m not “dragging it” by posting this. This is me defending myself and my writing because i am being completely honest— I did not know her work.

sensitive topic below here

Now to those who are defending me and sending me sweet messages, i love you all so much. It means the absolute world to me that you all are willing to hear me out and not jump to conclusions like many people are. And im so grateful for all the love on all my works, not only my weird girl posts. Fearless and Kildare nights were works that i was immensely proud of. Kildare Nights was a way to let out my silly little thoughts. I get attached to character and JJ was one that i was very attached to. The ending of s4 felt like a hole in me and i wanted to fill that. On top of that, a lot of you knew from my authors note that i was in the process of moving. I was lucky enough to find a place with my family in time before being evicted. I was homeless before this. I moved in with my mom because i was literally homeless. I slept in a shelter for a few days before renting a room in a random house with a random lady i met on Facebook. My mom, who I wasn’t talking to at the time, let me move back in with her. But she hadn’t told the landlord. So we were scrambling to find a place. Being homeless is a traumatizing part of life that I never want to go through again. And Kildare Nights is what got me through the nights where I wanted to give up again.

And Fearless was my baby. I’ve been a big girl my entire life. I was bullied for it relentlessly in high school to the point of developing an eating disorder that I still struggle with at 21 years old. I’m getting there slowly and surely but Fearless was for the big girls now and in the past that never felt like they could be loved. For the big girls who struggled to find themselves attractive or sexy or even pretty. To the big girls who have had mean girl experiences regarding their weight and just mean high school girls in general. We are deserving of love and romance and even the heartbreak that comes with all of that.

And im sorry to cut it all short. But this account is tainted by everyone who has name dropped me, who has blocked me, who has sent me hate through anon. By all of it. I may be grown and I should be able to handle these things but truth is im not. I don’t have the confidence nor am I in the correct frame of mind, mental health wise, to be putting up with all of this. I get that im not a child but Im 21 and still figuring things out. drama (because this is drama. despite saying its not.) shouldnt be in spaces that make us feel good, that make us feel empowered and that a lot of us use as an escape. thank you for hearing me out.

[cinnamonest]

ah to be a girl that was dating modern!scara for some time bc she thought he was a mysterious uwu discord mod type, only to find out he’s just an incel who acts like he hates you even tho still fucking you and everything.. he doesn’t do much aside it, though. so after some time, you break up with him. or, well, tried to! it’s not like you have a right to break up with him after willingly deciding to date him, right?

happy new year, by the way! 🎉

Oh and he’s so awful as it is, literally the peak of trashy, toxic boyfriends.

Always dumping labor off on you because he knows you'll take care of whatever task it is eventually anyway, subtly guilt-tripping you all the time, always saying little things to make you insecure about this or that (just to be sure you don't get any ideas, or think anyone else would ever want you).

The sort of boyfriend that is careful about the steps he takes — God forbid he come across as insecure or desperate — but is manipulative and wears your psyche down nonetheless.

There’s a constant, but well-pulled-off effort to always ensure you feel that you’re the one that cares more, that you’re the one that’s more invested, that he’s the one who could easily pull away from you and be just fine, that you need him more than he needs you.

But this situation is particularly bad because he's just so deluded about it.

It's one of those relationships where, one day out of the blue, you halt mid-task and suddenly find yourself asking — why am I doing this to myself?

You realize you became so accustomed to it all so easily, it was just gradual enough that you never really noticed how miserable you are, until one day you just do.

So you do it. You summon up the courage to look him in the eye and say you're done.

And what you get in return is essentially a non-reaction. Rolled eyes and a long sigh of exasperation, some muttered comment about how you're being overdramatic.

He was prepared for this kind of thing, see. Females are known to do this. They don't actually mean they're breaking up with you. It's a test. They just do that sort of thing. A test designed to scare the guy and make him apologize for some mistake and get attention and doting and stuff. Very manipulative of them (but what's new).

But he's not the sort of weak loser that falls for that stuff, he knows what you're doing. So he shrugs it off, doesn't even turn around, says something about how you've threatened to leave several times now.

Then you say you mean it.

You get a sigh and a ‘yeah, sure,’ and you bite your tongue to stop yourself from lashing out about how that uncaring attitude is part of why you’re doing this to begin with.

And you storm out the door, not bothering to even glance back.

Which is surprising — didn't think you'd actually do it, but your petulance knows no bounds, apparently. Still, this is also predictable, a common form of aforementioned testing, a humiliation ritual of sorts intended to make him suck up to you.

So he gives you a few hours, but you don't send the expected text saying you're sorry and that you overreacted and please please just forget it and move on and all the other stuff you're supposed to say.

And the sun sets, and you're not back.

Oh, so you're being spiteful. Trying to make him think you “mean it” by going silent, and thereby trying to out-wait him. You think if you keep this up, he'll be the first one to break, to give in and try to get you back. This whole thing is designed for you to feel some kind of power at his expense. Well, you're wrong.

And then another day passes.

God. Unbelievable.

You're actually doing this out of pure spite, just stubbornly waiting for him to come get you.

…And here he is, now doing exactly that, like an idiot, so he mutters to himself as he finally leaves to go get you. Not that he's giving in to what you want, it's just that this is getting ridiculous and his patience for your antics has run out.

Still, he tells himself this isn't so bad, because you were probably looking forward to some sick satisfaction from getting him to beg to know where you are. Little do you know he prepared for this sort of situation, that's why there's a tracker in your purse and on your phone and in your car and such. You're not going to get any groveling out of him.

You're so manipulative. You're really lucky he puts up with you and tolerates such toxic behavior.

Likewise, he's not about to beg for you either — he knows the game you're playing, that all your pleading and fighting back and ‘I meant it!’-s are part of the schtick. Just accept that you're not going to get the entirety of what you want. You'll get the part where he takes you back like you wanted, but he has too much self-respect to plead with you. You'll just skip to the part where you come home — you're so stubborn, not getting what you want will undoubtedly make you dig your heels in and squeal and all that, but it's really no big deal. Being so childish about it is a choice that just reflects badly on you.

[h3nderyss]

you as nct dream's 8th member (headcanons)

pairing: ot7 x fem!reader . . . masterlist . . . 127 ver . . . wayv ver genre: fluff, headcanons a/n: romantic headcanons for each member if you were the 8th member and only girl in dream! u can imagine if ur in a secret relationship or not! ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

mark

he'll get so flustered after ur compliments, saying something like "yo, stop... seriously!" while literally smiling

writes sooo! many! lyrics about u, he'd ask for ur opinion on them without finding out theyre rlly abt you..

loves walking with u after practice chatting, you guys always end up at his place, or getting food at a local restaurant

a date? a hangout? who knows at this point..

gets shy when the members tease him from how much he pays attention to u, "she's my friend, okay?"

expect to always be cuddled up to him during every movie night

he'd always jokingly ask u to put on spiderman. EVERY TIME.

asks for ur feedback on everything he does, secretly wanting to impress u ...🤫

calls u late at night just to talk abt random things that pop up in his mind

yap sessions galore with this man

never expect the room to be dim with his presence. especially with u around, he loves to talk

i feel like you and mark would talk in english the most too

renjun

starting off, he'd be adorably protective, scolding u if u overwork yourself, but softening with a worried smile

sings softly to u during quiet moments (his voiceee i can't)

teach u mandarin calling u beautiful just to see u blush

king of handmade gifts

omgg, the amount of snacks u guys would sneak each other so the members don't see and steal!

would send u songs that u might like, saying they reminded him of u

his gaze would just linger on u tbh!

jeno

BLUSHING GALOREEE

ok. you guys are just working out but then when he GUIDES u

like hands on hips sorta thing, he pretends it's "for safety"

that was enough to get ur legs weak more than the actual workout

he'd give u piggybacks during practice just to be silly

loves seeing u in his hoodies, pls steal them more often

yea he'd catch you if you stumble saying something like "careful, princess" HELLLOOO???

i think he'd take that as a perfect chance to steal a kiss from u

he's a smiley boy, pls compliment him to earn more smiles!

the members would tease him for how much he looks out for u but doesn't deny it at all

haechan

he'd always notice when ur tired, letting u lean ur head on his shoulder

he'd like steal ur phone to make u chase him around the practice room??

then you'd find a few selfies of himself in ur camera roll

randomly dramatically serenades u during practice breaks

if you'd go thru a haunted house, do NOT expect him to let go of ur hand. he wants u to be safe and comfortable at all times!

if ur bored u would cuddle with him and play with his hand and fingers

he'll get surprisingly jealous if u hang around another member for a while, he'd be pouting or just staring at u until u notice

expect him to be feeding u snacks, and vice versa

he actually visibly lights up after u laugh at his jokes

ohhh don't even get me started on his silliness. you'd be constantly telling him how much u love his goofiness

lowkey brags about how close u two are to the others, he acts like it's such a big achievement

jaemin

sooo sooo sooo effortlessly romantic 🫠

literally telling u "you're beautiful" as if it's the most natural thing ever

u guys would have SO many pics together

he'd always find a way to make u laugh! funny story or just jokes, as long as it means he'll be able to see u smile

he'd brush ur hair out of ur face during practice

his touch lingering just a little longer

lord the way he's just so CHARMING

plans cute outings for the two of u

yall know that vid of him and mark patting the seat in between them??

yea, when he wants u to sit next to him he WILL do that

ur insta would have candid pics of him everywhere

chenle

personal mandarin tutor

makes fun of u for pronounciation mistakes but is rlly considerate in making sure you'll get it perfect

there'd practically never be a silent moment with yall

one of u HAS to be yapping

he'd show u off

make u laugh nonstoppp his goofiness comes out more when he's with u

gets jealous if other members tease u, "only i'm allowed to do that!"

when u catch him singing he'll go "i'm practicing for you" then it ends up in a serenade

for some reason the song that pops up in my head when i wrote that hc is 'when i'm with you'

he wants to watch basketball with u just so he can spend time with the 2 things he loves

even if u hate basketball bc cmon.. u cant resist chenle

you'd jokingly get jealous about his obsession with stephen curry LMAO

when ur yapping, or he's yapping, he'd tuck a piece of ur hair behind ur ear idk

if he has like a solo schedule somewhere that requires u guys to be away for so long, expect 5 minute long videos he sends u of his day

OR just hours long facetime calls

jisung

one day he'd be shy when complimenting u, the other he'd be bold af

he just ends up zoning out looking at u thru the mirror during practice

yall would just have lots of duo dance sessions, he's like ur private teacher

king of back hugs, his arms go around ur waist

he'd always find a way to be around you so subtlety it's like he's lurking

not in a creepy way he just rlly likes u idk 🙁

ok enough of soft jisung

seeing him out of breath with messed up hair after dancing is a DIFFERENT feeling

kisses like everywhere bro

he'd like to kiss u trapping u between him and the wall

anywayssss....

expect cute instead of classy dates.

[ye4gerism]

Hii!! Can I request a fic where reader and Curly have a more happier life kinda au? Which includes them having their own kid/baby? If you want, you can add a bit of smut here and there🤭🤭 (Sorry if i’m being too specific, feel free to reject this request if you don’t feel like writing it.)

𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

word count 3.1k

content warning pregnancy struggles, parenthood, jimmy has a wife, tension, black reader friendly

author’s note sorry for the radio silence 😳 college is so weird. also, there isn’t any smut in this, anon😭 didn’t know how to fit it in. and…nobody’s really happy here🧍🏾‍♀️anyway, pls enjoy this fic.

synopsis curly doesn’t get on the tulpar and starts a family with you. you have the best daughter you could ever ask for and you finally feel at peace with your husband. but, per usual, jimmy has to butt his way in.

Dinner tonight was inauthentic tacos. It wasn't the taco place you and Curly liked to visit when you were dating but to you, it tasted just as good. The kitchen was filled with the smell of seasoned and spiced meat that was slightly burned at the bottom of the pan.

The swing of the front door follows with two sets of footsteps, one faster and lighter than the heavier one that harmonized with it. "Take your shoes...wait a second kiddo!" you hear your husband call out. Evidently, his pleas didn't work as your little girl met you in the kitchen. "Mommy!" She raises her hands for you to hold her.

"I'll hug you in a moment, sweetie. My hands are dirty. Can you listen to your dad and take your shoes off? And maybe wash your hands and come eat dinner?" you ask. Your four-year-old nods before running out of the kitchen. Curly crossed paths with her but stopped to remind her not to run.

Your husband's head pops over the kitchen counter and once he locks eyes with you, he shakes his head. Curly walks around to embrace you. He gives you a long kiss as he's been out all day at work and with your daughter. "How are you, Mrs. Curly?" he asks, his forehead resting against yours. "I'm good now that you're here, Mr. Curly," you answer back.

"I might have gotten her ice cream after school, which is why she's a little out of control. Sorry," he then says. You shake your head and chuckle.

"Who knows if she's actually washing her hands? I should go check on her - make sure she's not wasting any water." You wiggle yourself out of his arms and start to walk away from Curly but he grabs your hand and pulls you in again - your back against his torso this time. He locks you in with his arms around your belly.

"Who cares? You know I can afford the bill and besides," he leans down and places kisses from your temple down to the crook of your neck, "We don't get much time to ourselves these days." One of his hands leaves your belly and finds its way to the band of your pants. You slap his hand. "Not now, silly."

Curly chuckles and brings his back to where it originally was. Your bodies rock together and he hums. "But hey, it'd be nice to have another. I think we can do one more baby," he says suddenly.

Your body slows. "It was hard to get pregnant the first time and it was even more difficult to have her."

One day, your contractions felt off and irregular. You alerted Curly and sooner or later, he was packing your car with all the baby stuff you needed. You get checked into the hospital and examined by your doctor, who lets you know you're in early labor and that you are fine to go home. Something about the whole thing didn't feel right - so you stayed.

Hours later, they tell you the baby isn't coming - at least the way you expected. The baby isn't in the right position.

They rush you to the operation room, your husband right at their heels. Nurses help prepare the room and dress your husband in a hospital blue hospital garment.

There isn't really much you remember except for the clutch Curly had on your hand and the blueness in the room. Your doctor, after the longest time, tells you that the baby's out but you don't hear any cries and you see how some of your medical team has walked away from your open body.

You don't have much energy to yell and your husband is as confused and panicked. You hear pats from the other side of the room and finally a cry. A wave of relief washes over you and you close your eyes.

The next time you open your eyes, you're back in your hospital room. Curly's asleep on the sofa. You look over to your right and see the bassinet with a pink label reading 'Baby Girl Curly'.

"I don't know if I want to do it again, Curly," you tell him. His hands settle where your c-section scar sits. He doesn't say anything. You did have a conversation once about what it would have been like if you guys had kids earlier but you were both focused on your careers and got married later than what is considered usual by society.

"We're lucky to have one...to have her. Just be grateful for what we could have." You pull away from his grasp when you hear the little footsteps approaching the kitchen.

"My hands are clean!" your little girl exclaims. She holds her visibly wet hands at you. You rip a piece of paper towel and help your daughter dry her hands. "Good job, baby girl. Now, tell me what you want on your taco..."

"Daddy, did you tell Mommy about your friend who we saw at the ice cream place today?"

Curly gives your daughter a pointed look. "Don't talk while you're eating, sweet girl. The taco shells are pretty sharp. I don't want you to choke."

Normally, the three of you would have small conversations throughout dinner but tonight with almost silent with your choice of meal and the awkwardness from your conversation with Curly.

"No, he hasn't," you respond, looking at Curly. He avoids your gaze but if he could see you, he'd read 'it better not be Jimmy' in your eyes. "But I'll ask him later, sweetie."

Curly was booked to go on the Tulpar but decided to pull out when you found out you were pregnant with your daughter. The pony people were pissed, so Curly quit, causing them to restaff the mission. Jimmy's life seemingly got better; you say this because he became the captain of the Tulpar trip and he even got married to some girl he swears he didn't kidnap or brainwash. They also share a daughter. In Jimmy's head, he's one step ahead of Curly but to you, the only thing he lacks is true love and passion.

Dinner's finished and it's time for your daughter to get ready for bed. Curly takes care of bath time, which lasts thirty minutes. You meet him in the bedroom to wish your daughter good night but the moment you get there, her eyes are already closed. Curly sits at the side of her bed, staring at her lovingly. You lean on the doorframe and take in the image of your family.

"I thought about what you said...maybe she's all we need," he says quietly. He looks up at you. "We do have other options though. We can always adopt. I just...I just don't want to hurt you or lose you."

"When we get there, we can talk more. Let's let her sleep, come on," you respond. Curly gets up and meets you at the door. You close it and waste no second asking about his whereabouts.

"Was it Jimmy you saw today? When you went for ice cream?"

Curly puts his hands up in defense. "He just happened to be there with his daughter. He saw us and came over to say hello. Our daughters really kicked it off - you know how quickly kids make friends."

You cross your arms. "There's more you aren't telling me."

"He invited us to do some grilling...like old times!" Curly confesses. "I know you probably don't want to go but I...I think enough time has passed and I haven't seen my friend in a long time. It'd be nice for you to meet his kid."

You scoff. "The kid that he has with his wife that is how many years his junior? Curly, please."

You both share a silence. Curly looks down at his feet sheepishly and you can see right through him.

"And what do you mean friend? The same friend who made it his mission to ruin us? The one who didn't want any of this to happen?"

Curly's even more embarrassed. "You're right. Probably shouldn't call him my friend."

"Fine. Just this once...but I want this to stop, Grant. You live a different life now. Only God knows what would have happened if you got on that ship and, frankly, I'm glad I never have to worry about that."

Curly can't meet your gaze and you begin to feel guilty. You brush your fingers against his arm. "Hey, cheer up. At least you'll get to see your hot wife every day."

He hums before pulling you close to him by your waist. "You're right. I can never be upset about that."

"Really? I'm not convinced. Prove it to me."

You wrap your arms around his neck and he cups one hand under your thigh before lifting you. Curly presses his nose against yours. "Oh, I'll prove it to you."

You giggle at his response as he begins to carry you down the hall to your shared bedroom.

Saturday rolls around.

And the animosity you feel towards the upcoming event returns.

"You don't have to come if you don't want to," Curly says. He's buttoning the last button on his shirt.

"Well, I need to keep an eye on you and your boyfriend."

"I can call and tell him we can't make it."

"Oh, don't do that on my accord! Please, let's go visit good ole Jimmy and move on with our lives!"

You and Curly share a look of annoyance. The past few days, things have been tense between the two of you. You almost regret enabling him to go to this barbecue but at the same time, you just wanted him to get Jimmy out of his system.

The car ride was backed by your daughter's vocals and the nursery rhymes she asked you to play. You admire your daughter through the front view mirror - if anything she was your saving grace. She was the only one who could really brighten then your day. She was all you needed.

Curly finally pulls into Jimmy's driveway. He lives in a one-story dark blue home. His front lawn is decorated with leaves and he has a few lawn chairs out.

Curly gets out of the car first and heads to the back to unbuckle your daughter out of her seat. You sigh at the sight of Jimmy's home; you had to march up to his home with this apple pie sitting on your lap and act like there wasn't a time when he tried to make you feel inferior. Your daughter was going to have a play date with his and your husband was going to crack open beers with him like they're frat bros catching up.

Your husband knocks on the passenger side of the window, waking you out of your thoughts. He lingers for a moment, a firm line across his face. Soon, he walks away from the passenger seat, allowing you to leave. Eyes on the house, you take a deep breath and follow after Curly and your daughter.

Curly knocks on the door and after a few minutes, the locks turn and the door opens.

Jimmy stands before you: hair up to his shoulder, stubble more prominent, and overall, he seems brighter and happier. His signature slouch is gone and stands like an actual man.

"Curly, you made it!" The two men do a handshake and hug combo along with that deep laugh that all men like to do for whatever reason. Jimmy separates from Jimmy and gets down to your daughter's level, which triggers your fight or flight. But the soft look in his eyes calms you. "Hey there again, little lady." He places his right hand out for your daughter to shake. "Aisha's in the backyard if you wanna play with her." Your daughter wastes no time running to the back.

Jimmy stands up and his eyes land on you. Your breath hitches again and you find it difficult to stand next to Curly.

Jimmy shoves his hands in his pockets. "Mrs. Curly. Long time, no see."

"What is there to see, Jimmy?" you say. There's a bit of hostility in your voice, which makes Curly look over his shoulder at you and cringe slightly. His eyes beg you to behave.

Jimmy opens his mouth but is interrupted by the touch of his wife. She takes hold of his arm and smiles brightly at him. She's still as beautiful as the first time you saw her: her skin was like smooth chestnut, her braided hair wrapped up in a way that complimented her smile, and she was tall and slim. And ridiculously young...at least ridiculously younger than Jimmy. The only difference is that her belly was slightly swollen.

"Why are you still keeping our guest outside?" And her voice is sweet. You still don't know how Jimmy landed her...or what he did to convince her to pick him. "Please ignore him and come in." She ushers you into their home.

Their home looks like a home: shoes by the door, baby gifts in the living room, and family portraits everywhere. "Jimmy's was just about to start with the grill, if you want to help out, Curly," Mrs. Jimmy says. Jimmy elbows Curly playfully and gestures that they head outside.

You're left alone with Jimmy's unbelievably gorgeous wife. She takes note of the pie still in your hand. "I can take that. The little one's been craving some apple pie," she jokes, rubbing her belly. She takes the pie from your hands and goes to the kitchen. You follow.

"Remind me your name. Curly's mentioned you but I can't remember your name to save my life," you admit.

"Jada. And you're...y/n, correct?"

You nod. "Yeah, Jimmy doesn't talk about you as much as he talks about Curly but he says you weren't a big fan of his."

And yet, you still aren't.

You decide to change the subject. "So, how far along are you?"

Jada places the pie in the fridge. She takes out a few items - microwaveable mashed potatoes and mac and cheese - before closing the fridge. "I'm five months. Jim wants another girl but I think we're having a boy. What about you?"

"Oh, I'm not pregnant-"

"I-I wasn't making that assumption! I was going to ask if you were planning on having any more..."

You hold your stomach uncomfortably now. "I think I'll head outside now. Just to check on the girls."

You leave Jada standing there uncomfortably.

"This is the first time you two have met, huh?" Jimmy realizes. He's on his first beer. One hand grips the bottle and the other is resting on his wife’s waist.

"I think so," Curly answers for you. You're tucked under his arm and you're fuming. He's on his second beer. The girls are inside, watching a Disney movie. "Babe, you should hear the story of how they met."

Oh, you're very well aware. Jada worked at a sports bar called Sirens and Jimmy was a regular. He'd ask for her and tip her in large amounts. You're not sure what order this happened in, but she fell for him, had his baby, and married him in a courthouse ceremony - all before 26.

"I'm actually going to find the bathroom." You get up and quickly walk towards the screen door.

You close the door behind you and let out a sigh. Aisha and your daughter are on the couch, laughing and eating their hamburgers. They don't notice you and you just take in the sight. If only they could be friends under normal circumstances.

You really don't have to use the bathroom, so you step into the kitchen to breathe. Picking the kitchen as a place to calm down started to feel like a bad idea as all of a sudden you began to feel uncomfortable.

"She's something...just like you. Had a lot to say when I first met her. Smart girl you have there."

You're startled by the sound of Jimmy's voice. He inches closer to you but stops, leaving some distance between you. He sizes you up, attempting to look like the bigger person.

He tries to hide behind a casual tone but you can tell he wasn't being genuine. He never thought highly of you; he didn't like you because you always chose to go beyond what was expected of you. In his eyes, as Curly's lover, you were meant to be obedient and quiet but you defied that. "Hopefully she grows out of that. You were kind of a pain in the ass."

You collect yourself. He may scare the shit out of you but one thing he wasn't going to do was insult your daughter. "She's a blessing," you cut in. "You were well aware of how hard Curly and I worked to become parents. He'd call you on the phone and tell you what was going on. You think I didn’t know about that? And still, after so many years, you talk down on me. Give it a rest, Jimmy."

Jimmy's face goes pale and suddenly he’s not so smug anymore. He was there for the negative tests, the false positive, and understood Curly's desire for a family.

"In a way, you're still her stupid, fucking uncle that I can't rid of. So be that. Don't look at my child as some sort of inconvenience," you finish.

The last time you both were in a kitchen, Jimmy had you in a corner. He violated you. He sent you running home. But you won't let it happen again. "Thank you for inviting us, Jimmy. Best of luck to you and your family." You walk around him, leaving him with his own thoughts.

You're sitting in your bed, finishing up some work when you're interrupted by a light knock. You put away your iPad, ready for your daughter to emerge.

But instead Curly enters the bedroom.

Since Jimmy's barbecue, Curly's been sleeping on the couch; he goes after your daughter's tucked-in and returns to your bedroom before she wakes up. He really really pissed you off with his carelessness. However, some part of you took responsibility for even allowing him to accept Jimmy's invitation.

That invitation wasn't just to grill but to briefly bring back bad habits.

"I know you don't want to see me right now, I want to apologize to you." Curly sits at the edge of the bed. "I don't know why I got comfortable. I really don't have an explanation. I should have declined Jimmy's invitation. I'm sorry, my love."

You tap your lap, allowing him to come closer to you. Curly rests his head on your thigh and you finger through his hair. "Ever since the day we've met, you've broken a lot of promises and have talked me through plenty of apologies concerning that man-"

"And it ends today. I'm really sorry I put you through that."

You don’t say anything back but continue to play with his hair. Your relationship was built on promises, most of them broken by him. One can only hope he’ll do right by you now.