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ONE SHOT: ART INSTALLATION

paige x azzi

word count: 4.5k

A/N: This one is short because I was about to crash out earlier and I didn’t want you guys to feel the effects of my own personal crash out so I wrote somethin short to keep it cute. I hope you enjoy 🥹🫶🏼

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Paige was the perfect girlfriend to Azzi. At least, she tried to be. Anything Azzi wanted—or even thought about wanting—Paige made sure she had it. Whether it was a rare pair of sneakers she mentioned in passing, a book collection, a favorite meal after a tough practice, or a night in when the weight of the world felt too heavy, Paige anticipated it all. It wasn’t just about being thoughtful; it was about proving, in every way she could, that Azzi was her priority.

Anytime Azzi needed help, needed support, needed anything, Paige was there. A bad game? Paige had a motivational playlist waiting and all the right words to get Azzi out of her head.. A bad day? Paige would drop everything to sit by her side, holding her hand until Azzi's world felt steady again. Paige prided herself on it. She knew how lucky she was to have someone like Azzi—brilliant, beautiful, and steady in a way that anchored her.

But more than that, Paige loved Azzi. She loved her so deeply it used to scare her sometimes. Paige would give her the world if she asked for it. And, truthfully, even if Azzi didn’t ask, Paige would find a way to give it to her. Azzi deserved everything good life had to offer, and Paige felt like it was her job to make sure she had it.

But Paige was also human. And everyone messes up sometimes.

Right now, Paige was with Ice and KK, headed to Crumbl to grab cookies; it had become their post-practice tradition during the summer session. The car was filled with laughter, teasing, and the playlist Paige had made for when she had the two of them in the car together.

When they pulled into the Crumbl parking lot, Paige left her phone behind as it was tucked in the center console. The device was still connected to the aux, as they hopped out of the car locking the door. She didn’t think twice about it—she was in the moment, caught up in Ice’s ongoing debate about which cookie flavor was best and KK’s roasting Ice about her questionable taste.

Inside the store, they spent too much time deliberating, as always. Ice insisted they try every new flavor, while Paige argued for sticking to the classics. KK suggested they just buy the entire menu and let the team fight over the leftovers. Paige rolled her eyes but laughed, knowing she was going to pay for whatever they decided on.

When they finally left, their arms full of the signature pink boxes, the energy carried back into the car. Paige slid into the driver’s seat, pushing the button to start the car, and let the music pick up right where they’d left off. Because of this she didn’t even glance at her phone. She didn’t know there was anything waiting for her.

What she didn’t see were the seven texts Azzi had sent her. Or the three missed calls.

Azzi’s messages had started casually enough:

Azzi 💗: Hey, where are you?

Azzi 💗: I miss you

Azzi 💗: We’re still going on our date tonight right?

But when Paige didn’t respond, the tone had shifted.

Azzi 💗: Everything okay baby?

Azzi 💗: Well I guess that’s a no to the date

Azzi 💗: I’ve been calling you.

The final text was the simplest but carried the weight of Azzi’s unease.

Azzi 💗: Paige?

Paige had no idea about any of this as she was sitting in the car with Ice and KK, parked outside Crumbl, sampling the cookies they’d just bought. KK had decided to go live on TikTok, propping her phone up in the center of the console so all three of them were visible. Paige and Ice were in the front, while KK sat in the back, leaning forward between their seats to give commentary on each flavor.

“Okay, y’all, this one’s chocolate peanut butter—Paige said she doesn’t like peanut butter, but she’s gonna try it anyway, so let’s see,” KK said into the camera, her energy always infectious.

“I’m not gonna like it, KK,” Paige replied, rolling her eyes but taking a bite. Ice snorted beside her, already digging into another cookie.

The live chat was buzzing with comments from fans, with people dropping in to talk about the team, tease KK, or ask random questions about their day. They scrolled by so quickly that it was impossible to catch all of them, but KK seemed to catch enough to keep her audience engaged as she responded to some of them.

Then, suddenly, something popped up on the screen that made KK’s eyes go wide.

“Oh my god,” KK gasped dramatically, smacking Paige’s shoulder. “It’s Azzi Fudd! We got a celebrity here y’all!”

Paige froze for a split second before a small, involuntary smile spread across her lips. Her girlfriend’s name sat at the bottom of the screen, her tiny profile picture next to it. Paige tried to play it cool, brushing off KK’s excitement with a casual shrug, but the faint blush on her cheeks betrayed her.

“Oh my god, it’s really Azzi Fudd I feel so cool,” KK repeated, leaning closer to the camera. “Hey, Azzi! What’s up, girly pop?”

Ice chimed in, laughing. “Azzi, you better send us some cowboy hats or something. Donate to the cause!”

Paige chuckled softly, her gaze lingering on the screen. Seeing Azzi’s name made her heart flutter, but she kept her reaction subtle. She didn’t want to make it obvious—not on a live stream with fans watching.

“Hey, Az,” Paige said quietly, her tone soft but unmistakably fond. She didn’t say more, instead breaking off another piece of cookie to distract herself.

But just as quickly as Azzi’s name appeared, it was gone. She had left the live.

“Damn, she left already?” KK frowned, leaning closer to her phone. “Azzi, where’d you go?”

Before anyone could speculate further, the car’s music abruptly stopped, and Siri’s voice echoed through the speakers:

“Incoming call from Azzi.”

The words seemed to hang in the air for a moment, and all three of them froze. Paige’s eyes went wide, and Ice’s head whipped toward her, her mouth dropping open.

KK, of course, was the first to react to not make it obvious. “Oh my god, Paige!” she yelled, grabbing Ice’s arm. “It’s Azzi Fudd calling!”

The live chat exploded. Comments started flooding in:

“AZZI IS CALLING HER OMG!!!”

“Paige’s girl is calling during the live? 👀”

“Not Siri exposing Paige rn 😭😭😭.”

Paige’s face turned bright red as she scrambled to unplug her phone from the aux cord. Trying to make Siri and the ringtone stop blaring through the car’s speakers.

“I’ll be right back,” Paige mumbled, grabbing her phone and quickly stepping out of the car.

As soon as the door shut behind her, KK leaned into the live, absolutely giddy. “Y’all, Paige just got a very important phone call. Like, the most important phone call ever.” She wiggled her eyebrows dramatically.

Ice burst out laughing, shaking her head. “Man, Siri really just put her on blast like that.”

The two of them were always bad at being subtle when it came to Paige and Azzi.

The moment Paige stepped out of the car, she pressed her phone to her ear, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “Hey baby, what’s up?” she greeted, trying to sound casual, though her heart raced slightly.

“Don’t ‘hey baby’ me,” Azzi said, her tone a little sharper than it usually is with Paige.

Paige’s smile faltered as her brows furrowed in confusion. “What’d I do?”

Azzi didn’t answer right away. Instead, she took a deep breath and said, “What day is it?”

Paige froze, her stomach sinking as she tried to think about it. She pulled her phone away from her ear and glanced at the screen, her eyes locking on the date. Her heart dropped.

“Shit,” Paige muttered under her breath. Bringing the phone back to her ear, she spoke quickly, panic lacing her voice. “Baby, I’m so sorry—”

“What the hell, Paige?” Azzi cut her off, her voice reflecting her clear frustration. “We’ve had this planned for like two weeks!”

“I know, I know,” Paige stammered, running a hand through her hair. “I’m so sorry, Az. This week’s just been so hectic, I lost track of everything.”

“Yeah, clearly,” Azzi replied dryly. There was a pause before she added, her voice quieter but the hurt was still clear, “We talked about this, Paige. We’re supposed to be making time for stuff like this at least once a month.”

Paige closed her eyes, guilt washing over her. “Look, I know I messed up, but we can still do it. I can come back now, and we’ll make it work—”

“No,” Azzi interrupted. “Whatever. It’s fine.”

“Az, come on,” Paige pleaded, her voice softening. “You don’t wanna at least try?”

“No,” Azzi repeated, her tone a little colder. “I don’t really want to hang out with you anymore.”

Paige’s chest tightened at the words, her voice breaking slightly as she said, “Az, I’ll come back now, okay? We can at least grab some food, just—”

“I said no,” Azzi cut in again, her voice now tinged with exhaustion. “It’s fine. I think I’m just gonna go to bed. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

Paige blinked, disbelief and hurt mingling in her expression. “Are you for real, Az?”

“Yes,” Azzi replied simply.

Paige exhaled shakily, leaning against the car as she struggled to find the right words. Finally, she whispered, “I’m sorry, baby. I love you.”

There was a long pause on the other end before Azzi said quietly, “It’s whatever. I love you too.” And then the call ended.

Paige stared at her phone for a moment, the weight of Azzi’s tone settling in her chest. She let out a heavy sigh, running a hand down her face before slowly making her way back to the car.

When Paige climbed back into the car, the energy inside was completely different from the heavy weight she felt in her chest. KK and Ice were still on live, chatting animatedly with the viewers, their excitement from the earlier interaction with Azzi carrying on.

“Y’all, these cookies are fire!” KK exclaimed, holding up a bitten piece of cookie to the phone camera. She leaned over the middle console so everyone could see her better. “This one tastes like a cinnamon roll! Oh, wait, let me show you the chocolate one!”

Ice laughed from the passenger seat, leaning her head back against the headrest. “You’re gonna eat all of them before we get back, KK.”

“Nah, I’m saving at least one for later,” KK replied, grinning. She glanced at Paige. “Right, P Boogers?”

But Paige didn’t answer. She quietly buckled her seatbelt, her eyes flicking to the live chat on KK’s phone. Comments were flying in.

“Paige doesn’t look as happy anymore.”

“What happened to P? She was smiling before she left.”

“Azzi called, right? She’s so quiet now.”

Paige quickly looked away, gripping the steering wheel tightly. She didn’t say a word as she started the car, her jaw clenched.

The mood in the car shifted slightly as KK and Ice exchanged a glance. They noticed Paige’s sudden change in demeanor, but with the live still running, they chose not to address it, not wanting to draw attention to her.

Instead, KK kept the conversation light, talking about the cookies and teasing Ice about stealing bites from the box. Paige barely registered any of it, her mind replaying Azzi’s voice over and over again. She had never done anything like this.

It wasn’t until Paige made an unexpected turn that KK finally spoke up. “Uh, where we going, P Boogers?” she asked, glancing at the unfamiliar road.

Paige shook her head and mumbled, “I just gotta pick something up real quick.”

KK furrowed her brows but didn’t push further, keeping the live running for a few more minutes as they joked about Ice trying to eat another cookie. But when they pulled up to a flower shop, the sign out front indicating it was about to close, KK finally ended the live.

“Yo, why are we here?” Ice asked, leaning forward to look out the window.

Paige didn’t respond, unbuckling her seatbelt and stepping out of the car. The florist inside looked up as Paige walked through the door, her face lighting up in recognition.

“Paige!” the woman greeted warmly. “You’re just in time. What can I get for you today?”

Paige managed a faint smile, her voice soft. “Hey Julia. Do you have any of those fresh lilies I like? And maybe some lavender?”

“Of course,” the florist replied, quickly gathering the requested flowers into a beautiful bouquet. Paige waited in silence, her hands stuffed into her pockets as she stared down at the counter.

Once she had the flowers, Paige thanked the florist and headed back to the car. The door shut behind her with a soft thud, and for a moment, the car was silent.

Now that the live was over, KK and Ice no longer held back. KK leaned forward between the seats, concern etched across her face. “Alright, P Boogers. What’s wrong?”

Paige shook her head, setting the bouquet gently on the console between her and Ice. “Nothing. I just... I forgot me and Azzi had plans to go see this art installation tonight,” she said quietly, her voice tinged with guilt.

“Oh,” KK said softly, sitting back. She exchanged a look with Ice, who frowned.

Paige sighed, gripping the steering wheel but not starting the car yet. “She’s mad. Like... really mad. I didn’t even realize what day it was.”

Ice placed a hand on Paige’s arm, her voice gentle. “P, it’s not the end of the world. She’ll understand.”

Paige shook her head, her lips pressed into a thin line not really wanting to talk about it.

KK and Ice didn’t say anything else, choosing instead to give Paige a moment. The three of them sat in silence for a few beats before Paige finally started the car

When Paige got back to Azzi's dorm room, the weight of her guilt settled in her chest. The door creaked softly as she stepped inside, her eyes immediately finding Azzi lying on her bed, curled on her side, her face partially buried in her pillow. Paige’s heart sank when she noticed the faint redness around Azzi’s eyes, a clear sign she’d been crying. The sight was almost unbearable.

Paige hesitated for a moment before walking over to the bed. She crouched down in front of Azzi, holding the bouquet of flowers in one hand while reaching out with the other to brush a gentle thumb across Azzi’s cheek. But Azzi turned her head away from the touch, her silence speaking volumes. Paige’s throat tightened.

“Come on, baby,” Paige said softly, her voice almost pleading. “I’m sorry.”

When Azzi didn’t respond, Paige sighed deeply and stood up. She placed the flowers on Azzi’s desk, their vibrant colors a deep contrast to the heavy tension in the room. Paige lingered for a moment before deciding to climb onto the bed, trying to wrap an arm around Azzi, but the moment her hand brushed against her side, Azzi finally spoke, her tone low but firm.

“I wanna sleep alone tonight.”

Paige froze, her hand stilling mid-motion. She groaned softly, running a hand down her face. “Azzi, come on. I don’t know what else I can do. I promise I’ll make it up to you—”

“I don’t want it to be made up,” Azzi cut her off, her voice cracking just slightly at the end.

Paige swallowed hard, guilt stabbing at her again. She knew Azzi was hurt, but she also knew her girlfriend, the way her stubbornness could amplify her emotions. Azzi wasn’t usually like this, and Paige had never messed up like this, and that only made the situation worse. Paige sat back, unsure of what to say or do, feeling like she was failing in real-time.

Azzi rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling. Her voice softened but still carried an edge. “Paige, you do so much for me. You really do, and I love you for it. But tonight wasn’t about flowers or gifts. It was supposed to be about us. Just us.” She paused, exhaling shakily. “And it feels like... like everything else in your life is more important than me.”

“That’s not true,” Paige said quickly, her voice tightening as she shook her head. “You know that’s not true.”

“Do I?” Azzi’s gaze finally met Paige’s, her eyes glistening. “Because it doesn’t feel like it.”

Paige’s jaw dropped slightly, incredulity flashing across her face. “Azzi, come on. That’s bullshit, and you know it.”

Azzi sat up abruptly, her eyebrows raising. “Don’t curse at me, Paige.”

Paige pinched the bridge of her nose, forcing herself to take a deep breath. “I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t mean it like that. But you’re not being reasonable right now.”

Azzi’s expression darkened as she folded her arms across her chest. “Excuse me?”

“I know I messed up, Az,” Paige said quickly, her voice softening again, trying to keep the situation from spiraling. “And I’m so, so sorry for that. I know I’m not usually like this. I know you count on me. But for you to say I don’t prioritize you?” Paige shook her head, her voice rising slightly. “That’s crazy.”

Azzi’s voice rose to match hers. “No, what’s crazy is you being on live with KK and Ice, laughing and eating cookies, when we were supposed to have our night. The one night we get every month, Paige.”

Paige stared at her, her frustration mounting. “Az, you act like I don’t care about us. I’m always thinking about you, no matter where I am. Do you know how many nights I’ve spent in hotel rooms, sending you flowers, texting you, calling you, because I’m trying to show you that I’m still here? That I love you?”

“And I appreciate that, Paige. I really do. But I don’t want flowers from across the country. I don’t want texts and calls while you’re in L.A. or New York or wherever the hell else you are. I want you. I want you here.”

Paige’s frustration boiled over, her voice breaking slightly. "I’m here right now, Az, and now you’re telling me you don’t want me here?"

Azzi, lying on the bed, didn’t even look at her as she replied, “Because I’m not really in the mood to be an afterthought right now.”

Paige stood, running her hands through her hair. “Are you serious, bro? You’re not an afterthought, you know that.”

Azzi let out a sharp laugh, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Well, what else do you call it when the only reason you’re here is because I pointed out that you forgot about tonight?”

“I forgot, Azzi! I forgot! Once in four years!” Paige’s voice cracked, exasperation bleeding through. “And you’re acting like it’s the end of the world, like I don’t love you. I promised I’d make it up to you—what more do you want from me?”

Azzi sat up slightly, her expression still cool but her words quieter. “I don’t want to argue, Paige. We don’t argue, we never have and we’re not about to start now. So just… come back tomorrow, okay?”

“Not okay, Paige!” Paige mimicked with frustration, pacing a few steps before stopping herself, taking a deep breath. “You clearly disagree, so just say that. Talk to me and tell me how you feel.”

Azzi shook her head, looking away. “I don’t want to argue with you. Just go for now. I need some space.”

Paige sighed deeply, rubbing at her temples before walking back to the bed. She leaned down, pressing a kiss to Azzi’s temple. Her voice softened, though still laced with frustration. “I love you. I’m sorry, Az. I really am.”

Azzi looked up at her briefly, her voice subdued. “I love you too… I’m just mad right now.”

Paige chuckled dryly, standing up. “Yeah, I got that.” As she walked to the door, she gestured lazily toward the flowers on the desk. “You should put those in water before they wilt.”

Azzi didn’t respond, her gaze fixed on the wall as Paige stepped out of the room, quietly closing the door behind her. Paige leaned against the door for a moment, exhaling deeply, before heading back to her own room.

…

When Azzi got back to her room after hanging out with Caroline the next day, she stopped in her tracks, her eyes going wide. The room was completely covered in flowers. Vases, bouquets—there were everywhere, sitting on her desk, lined up on the floor, spilling over onto her nightstand. The sight was so absurd that Azzi couldn’t help but laugh, her frustration from the night before melting away with each step she took into the floral jungle.

Shaking her head, she walked to her bed, where a single notecard sat propped up against one of the bouquets. She picked it up and immediately recognized the messy scrawl of her girlfriend’s handwriting:

Az, I’m so sorry. I really don’t know how else to show it besides this. Please just get ready and I’ll pick you up at 6. Wear the outfit I got you for yesterday.

Azzi stared at the note for a long moment, a small smile tugging at her lips despite herself. She ran her fingers over the paper, then glanced around the room again, still laughing softly at the overwhelming display of Paige’s apology.

“God, she’s so extra,” Azzi muttered to herself, but the fondness in her voice for the annoying girl she loved was there.

With a sigh, she set the card down and headed to her closet to find the outfit Paige had mentioned.

Later that night, Paige showed up at Azzi’s door with yet another bouquet of flowers in her hand—a massive arrangement of deep red roses. Azzi snorted as she opened the door, shaking her head.

“I really don’t have any more room,” she teased, stepping aside to let Paige in. “I’ve been giving them out all day.”

Paige chuckled, setting the flowers down before pulling Azzi into a hug, burying her face against her neck. “I’m sorry, Az,” she murmured, her voice full of regret. She squeezed her tightly, trying to convey just how much she meant it.

Azzi’s arms wrapped around Paige’s waist, and she whispered back, “It’s okay, baby.”

They pulled back just enough to share a gentle kiss before heading out together.

In the car, a comfortable silence settled over them, the kind that only comes from knowing someone so completely. Soft music played in the background as Azzi absentmindedly toyed with Paige’s hand, which rested over her lap. Paige glanced at her every so often, her heart swelling at how content Azzi looked now, her earlier frustration with her nowhere in sight.

When they finally pulled up to the building where the art installation had been displayed, Azzi furrowed her brows in confusion. “What are we doing here,” she said, glancing at Paige with a questioning look.

Paige gave her that familiar toothless smile, the one that always made Azzi’s heart flutter. “Come on,” she said, hopping out of the car and quickly walking around to open Azzi’s door.

Hand in hand, they approached the entrance. A man in a suit opened the door for them without a word, simply smiling as they stepped inside.

Azzi froze the moment she entered, her jaw dropping as her eyes scanned the space. The installation was still there—all of it. Every piece of art she’d been so excited to see, now illuminated in the quiet, empty space.

Her gaze snapped to Paige, her expression filled with disbelief. “Paige what… how is this still here? They’re supposed to have everything at the next location already for tomorrow.”

Paige shrugged, her casual demeanor a stark contrast to the magnitude of what she’d done. That small, toothless grin reappeared as she said simply, “I rented it for you.”

Azzi blinked, utterly dumbfounded. “You rented the art installation?”

Paige nodded like it was nothing, like this wasn’t an extravagant, over-the-top, completely expensive gesture. “Yeah,” she said. “Figured we could have it all to ourselves.”

Azzi stared at her for a long moment, her heart full as she tried to find the words to respond. She didn’t need to, though, because the way Paige was looking at her—completely and utterly smitten—said everything that needed to be said.

“Paige,” Azzi finally managed, her voice soft, almost overwhelmed, “you’re insane, you know that?”

Paige laughed, tugging her further into the space. “I know. But I’m your kind of insane, right?”

Azzi chuckled, shaking her head. “Unfortunately.”

Paige grinned, throwing an arm around Azzi’s shoulders as they began strolling through the exhibit. The space was quiet, just the hum of soft background music accompanying their footsteps.

As they stopped in front of a vivid painting, Azzi started explaining its history, rattling off random background knowledge with ease. Paige didn’t know how Azzi kept so much information tucked away in her head, but she didn’t care. She just watched her, smiling softly, soaking in the way Azzi lit up when she talked about something she was passionate about.

When Azzi finally noticed Paige’s gaze lingering on her, she smiled, nudging her gently. “What?”

“Nothing,” Paige said as she shrugged playfully. “You’re just kinda cute when you’re being all smart and stuff.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, but her cheeks tinted pink. They kept moving through the space, stopping to admire sculptures and installations. Eventually, Azzi broke the silence, her tone soft and a little vulnerable.

“This is much better than yesterday would’ve been,” she admitted. “We wouldn’t have been able to be this close in a room filled with all of those people.” She glanced at Paige, her eyes warm but tinged with a little guilt. “I don’t deserve you. I’m sorry.”

Paige stopped walking, turning to face her fully. Her hand cupped Azzi’s cheek, her thumb brushing gently along her skin. “You deserve everything and I’m the sorry one,” she said, her voice steady and filled with conviction.

Before Azzi could respond, Paige leaned in, pulling her into a slow, tender kiss. It was the kind of kiss that spoke louder than any words ever could, filled with love, forgiveness, and a promise to always be there for one another.

When they finally pulled apart, Azzi let out a soft laugh, resting her forehead against Paige’s. “You’re too much sometimes, you know that?”

“Yet, here you are still my girlfriend after all these years.” Paige teased, smirking.

“Here I am,” Azzi echoed, smiling.

The two of them continued their private tour, hand in hand, stealing kisses between pieces of art and basking in the quiet intimacy of the night Paige had created just for them.

#pazzi #paige x azzi #pazzi fics

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jeontasy · 2 days ago

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Crimson

(drabble)

word count: no idea but very very short!

♡ : had to write a small lil drabble of the whole Sylus x MC helmet/lipstick scenario from the touring in love event chapter cause its driving me nuts out here

perspective: sylus x reader

tags: pure cuteness

disclaimer: u might not get the last sentence if u haven't' seen his abyssal myth

enjoy :)

You hum a tune as you reach into your pocket for the new lipstick, you definitely chose a good color for today.

"Can you come down a bit more? I can't see!" You pout at Sylus, trying to get a good look at yourself from the reflection of his helmet visor. You can't see his expression through the black glass but you hear him let out a dry chuckle. "I didn't know lipstick had to be reapplied every 20 minutes, baby." He teases and you can hear the grin in his voice. You sneer at his comment and put one hand on his arm for support as you try to re-apply your lipstick with the other. Slowly covering your lips with the beautiful crimson red that you know he goes crazy for.

Behind the helmet, Sylus stares quietly at the person in front of him while she happily applies her lipstick. So used to a life of danger and loudness, he never expected that one day he'd have the chance to be standing underneath the shade, leaning against his motorcycle while the love of his life can be right in front of his eyes. His eyes widen a little bit when she puckers her lips for a more even application and he can feel his ears turn hot and red as he stares at her face.

"Okay, lets go Sylus-" Your words were cut off when Sylus reaches out to grab you by the waist and pull you in close. You let out a surprised gasp while Sylus removes his helmet with his other hand, exposing his silver hair and ruby eyes.

"Just going to use me like a personal mirror like that?" He asks playfully, his breath was hot against your face as he looks down at you. "Shouldn't I get something in return too?" He starts to pull you closer and slowly closes his eyes, you panic and tiptoe to plant a quick kiss on his cheek before stepping back from his grasp. Sylus looks at you in surprise.

"T-there! That's your compensation!" You look up at him with a flustered expression and can't help but hold in a laugh when you see your red lipstick stain planted perfectly on his right cheek like a stamp. He raises his eyebrow, "What?" He touches his cheek and sees the red stain dabbing off on his finger before he shakes his head and lets out a chuckle, “How are we going to spend the day with my face looking like this? Hmm?".

"Why not? You look cute. The cats will love you more this way." You stifle a giggle before turning around and waving at him to hurry up. "Come on Sylus! I don't want to keep the cats hungry for too long!”

Sylus smiles while shaking his head before catching a reflection of himself in his helmet visor sitting on his motorcycle. The red lip print showing even more visibly under the sunlight. He grins to himself. "Coming, sweetie." He replies back as he locks his motorcycle and catches up to you, the light breeze brushing through both your hair along with the faint smell of grass and flowers. Sylus looks at you, his deep gaze softening.

She still looks so pretty with red.

#love and deepspace sylus #sylus #lads sylus #sylus lads #love and deepspace fic #sylus fic #lnds sylus #sylus lnds #sylus x reader #sylus x you

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thehoneybeestings · 2 days ago

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More, More, More

Word Count: 647

Synopsis: The last time you slept together, you asked Sevika for more than she had equipped; she makes sure she's prepared for the next time 'round.

Content/Warnings: nsfw, porn w no/little plot, strap (r receiving), top! sev, bottom! reader, softdom! sev, reader has female anatomy, i must be ovulating

A/N: Honestly, this did not turn out as nasty as I thought it would… anyway, first smut! Woohoo! I'm currently working on a dancer! vi au headcanon (enemies to lovers too how juicyyy), but I had this idea pop into my head today and thought I'd write a little drabble about it for y'all to have in the meantime; so here ya go, and I hope you enjoy!

୨ৎ Sevika, who’s looking at you with a shit-eating grin as you stare slack-jawed at the silicone in front of you

୨ৎ Dark purple (her favorite color, you’ve noticed), eight inches long, and two inches wide

୨ৎ Your eyes slowly trail up to meet her own, eyebrows raised

୨ৎ “Sevika,” you begin with a breathy chuckle, “I… I don’t know if I can.”

୨ৎ She quirks a brow at you

୨ৎ “You took all of me last time and then asked for more; you can take it.”

──˚₊•୨ৎ•‧₊˚──

୨ৎ Sevika, who’s got you coming undone below her; flesh hand on your hip, and the other guiding the first inch of the purple toy into you

୨ৎ You don’t know how many hours it’s been, but you know you’re a handful of hickeys and orgasms in; and still, here you are, clawing at her arms, begging for something (you’re not even sure what)

୨ৎ “I hear you baby,” Sevika would soothe, kneading your hip, “I’m right here; doing so good f’ me."

୨ৎ She’s in a trance, watching the toy sink into you inch by delicious inch

୨ৎ Until, you suddenly reach out in between your spread legs, placing a hand on her stomach

୨ৎ “Fuck, it’s too much,” you’d pant, “Shit, Sev, ‘s too big…”

୨ৎ She cocks her head to the side with a lazy smirk

୨ৎ “Yeah?” she’d tease, “Can you take this much for now, baby? Can you do that for me?”

୨ৎ “Yeah,” you’d say weakly, too full of her to muster anything else

୨ৎ “Atta girl.”

──˚₊•୨ৎ•‧₊˚──

୨ৎ Sevika, who’s fucking you into the mattress, flesh hand pressing into your lower back, mech hand gathering your hair into her fist

୨ৎ You’re drunk off of the fullness

୨ৎ The stretch of your walls around the silicone, the kiss it just barely plants on your cervix with every thrust; you need more, more,

୨ৎ “More?”

୨ৎ You hadn’t realized you’d been doing your pleading out loud

୨ৎ “Yes, fuck yes, please, please, please…”

୨ৎ She’d let your hair loose, placing her mech hand parallel to the other and pulling you back up onto your knees by your hips

୨ৎ You’d attempt to push yourself back onto the toy, and she’d land a quick slap on the swell of your ass, ordering you to “Slow down.”

୨ৎ The last thing Sevika wanted was for you to get hurt (which is why she refused to be any rougher with you in bed than she already was, despite your reassurance that you could handle it), so she’d be slow to push into you

୨ৎ The sound that leaves your body when you feel Sevika come to a hilt inside you is guttural

୨ৎ Your arch deepens as your arms reach out to grab at the rungs of the headboard in front of you, knuckles turning white

୨ৎ The cool metal of Sevika’s hand trails up from your hip, to your back, to your forearm, and eventually, just above your own hand so that she can grab hold of the headboard herself

୨ৎ Her breathing is heavy, her body trapping yours, and you can tell she’s coming undone, so you reach over your shoulder to interlock your fingers with her flesh ones (whenever Sevika begins to fall apart, she needs the contact)

୨ৎ “Fuck, Y/n,” a kiss on your shoulder, “Okay for me to me move?”

୨ৎ You nod frantically, brows knit together in pleasure, but that isn’t enough for her

୨ৎ “Words, love; I need words.”

୨ৎ "Yes! Fuck, Sevika, please fuck me!”

──˚₊•୨ৎ•‧₊˚──

୨ৎ Sevika, who’s slow to pull the silicone out of you so she doesn't jar you, and quick to take the harness off so she can hold you

୨ৎ Your breath is still coming out in pants as she strokes your back and peppers kisses on your forehead, your temples, your cheeks

୨ৎ “You okay?” She’d ask

୨ৎ “Mhm,” you’d nod into her chest

୨ৎ “You need anything?”

୨ৎ “Mm-mm.”

୨ৎ “Can I clean you up?”

୨ৎ “No,” you’d mumble, “more cuddles for now.”

୨ৎ And she’d chuckle, pulling you closer

୨ৎ “ ‘S always more with you…”

End ୨ৎ

#sevika x reader #sevika smut #sevika x y/n #sevika x you #sevika #sevika arcance #arcane #arcane smut #wlw #sapphic #lesbian #sevika imagine #sevika drabble #arcane imagine #arcane drabble

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lonesilverw0lf · 1 day ago

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How is it that I can turn up absolutely doodoo on some of my own stories and yet churn out ideas for other peoples stories?

The Rat does not get a proper name. It’s not for lack of trying, it’s that nobody can agree on a name! Every episode has them calling him something different. R.O.U.S., Ratatouille, Jimmy, anything in the book as long as it’s not an pre or will be established character to avoid confusion Even diplomacy and random names out of a hat do nothing to get the Party to agree on a name. Prez is plenty aware that while he does have final say in a large swath of decisions, there’s some things that he just can’t do. Rat also changes sizes every episode. Sometimes he’s normal rat sized, often he’s dog sized, occasionally he’s a Sedan, and one time he was the size of an elephant! Pray he never goes any bigger than that. For as much as Queen Bee hates insects, and who can blame her when the spiders are pulled right out of Skyrim, she loves Rat for some reason. Nobody can explain it, not even her. Out of everyone Bee pampers Rat the most. Rat can tell whenever MC is nearby though. MC can’t fool Rat, but he can bribe him to keep quiet for a while. That is if Rat wasn’t pre-bribed to sniff MC out first. He may be a rat, but he has standards after all. I’m just picturing Rat sniffing an ‘empty’ corner only for MC to hold out a piece of bread as hush money, and once Rat takes it with a specific ‘thank you for your patronage’ squeak, he slips back into the shadows.

Depending on how long the Quest takes, Teen Mom may very will give birth in Fantasy Land. This causes a whole motley of concerns, and even MC comes out of hiding to actually be there to help. It’s all understandable for the kids, but people have been safely giving birth for millennia in worse conditions so it’s all fine in the end. They worked themselves into a well meaning frenzy over nothing in the midwifes words. The midwife also has a lot of fun saying misleading things to freak the Party out. These kids are so easy to rile up and string along, she hasn’t had this much fun in years. The real trouble comes when various other groups want to use the Baby as leverage. The Nobles that summoned the Party aren’t the only group that want to exploit their capabilities for themselves.

One chaotic episode is when the Party encounters a small Swarm of Faeries. The Faeries aren’t your friendly Tinkerbell, but known and very annoying troublemakers. It’s nothing catastrophically troublesome, but troublesome enough to warrant issues and near universal distaste for them. Labels changed, supplies changed or suddenly rotten, vines wrapped around things that shouldn’t, animals suddenly using the wrong animal noises like horses speaking like chickens, plants suddenly in full bloom or reverted to a sprout, stealing your voice, switches your senses, inverting your senses, clothes suddenly the wrong size, your drink is suddenly chokingly sweet/unbearably spicy/drier than the Sahara/salty as the Dead Sea/some combination thereof, minor transformations to your person, all kinds of impermanent inconveniences. Oh there’s loads of laughter, but all at your expense. The real concern lies when the Faeries discover there is a brand new baby in the area. The Party tries their damnedest to keep them away from Baby, but a handful do make their way there regardless. Thankfully Teen Mom is there and knows what to do. She communicates with the Faeries in a way they understand so they don’t do anything harmful to Baby. They can look but not touch. The Faeries actually play nice and have their fun with Baby without causing any trouble! Little magic light shows, play acting, bits of music, all repaid with Baby’s joy, wonder, and laughter. Sitting around reading all these lore books pays off! And she did it while only half awake too! The Faeries essentially babysat Baby while Teen Mom took a nap. Yeah the Faeries won’t do anything bad to Baby or Teen Mom, everyone else is fair game. While the Party may be a loyal bunch, there isn’t a single member that isn’t struck with some level of burning jealousy here. One of those minor unforgivable grievances that you never let go of while the offending party lords it over you for the rest of time.

As a sign of thanks, and because this Swarm like Teen Mom and Baby so much, the Faeries gift Teen Mom and Baby a sign of friendship, like a small twinkling light in their eyes or something subtle. Not only does this sign to other Faeries that they’re friends, it (Spoiler!) also warns the nearest Swarm that they’re in trouble and need help. This part is a secret and comes in handy when someone eventually makes headway in using Baby as leverage on the Party, only to find their whole scheme thwarted by a sudden Swarm of Faeries and Baby is spirited away back to Teen Mom. A handful of mischievous Faeries is one thing, an enraged Swarm is quite another. Can’t use Baby as a shield from the Party’s wrath now can ya? Don’t worry, the Heroes Party’s justice is gender neutral!

As for the joke I previously made, I was inspired by a different post for more

MC, finally captured and sat down in a chair: Ok, you caught me. Give me your worst punishment. God knows I deserve it.

Mama, with a smile that’s very loving but feels just slightly off even causing the usually unflappable Prez to worry: Oh don’t worry, we have quite the suitable punishment for you~.

MC, now slightly weirded out and more than a little apprehensive: Y-yes?

Mama, slides a paper and pencil in front of him: Here. I want you to write down ten *positive* traits about yourself~!

Clown cringes in pain while MC stares at Mama in absolute horror. Even Bully and Tomboy are doing double takes and asking if they heard it right.

Mama, with a lovingly threatening aura: For every negative thing you say about yourself, and *I* will be the judge of that, you will write down another two positive traits as extra punishment~!

MC, screams in unimaginable agony

The standard 'entire class gets isekai'd to a fantasy world and the outcast MC is basically discarded' anime setting, where the MC, now assumed dead, decides to instead help the class of Heroes in the shadows, making sure they live up to what the people need.

However, the entire class knows that he's alive and are hellbent on dragging that son of a bitch back into the spotlight and to give him the recognition he deserves.

(And maybe because he was basically the entire class's Little Guy™.)

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sea-lanterns · 3 days ago

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How many suitors do you think hen!reader has? How annoyed is rooster!Mavuika with said suitors, I bet she’s puffed up 24/7 because of them

Omg imagine if the next door farmers roosters got out to flirt with hen!reader, rooster!Mavuika would have a fit

A lot. Hen! Reader is very well loved because her personality is very sweet and gentle and she is oftentimes used by the Farmer to help brood fertilized eggs from other birds on the farm. My friend @shalomniscient gave me this idea, but she said it would be funny if when Rooster! Mavuika wasn’t looking, Hen! Reader gets snatched up and placed in another part of the farm to brood some eggs when their mothers cannot. Then when Mavuika finally breaks free from confinement and finds her mate, she is shocked to see Hen! Reader nesting comfortably on a bunch of different sized eggs 😭😭

She’s probably brooded Xianyun’s, Shenhe’s, Sara’s, Chasca’s, and Ayaka’s eggs (and other bird-related women I am probably forgetting about) because Hen! Reader is very motherly and will sit on whatever egg or baby she can find.

Every bird wants a piece of her. They all want Hen! Reader to be a co-mom with them and Mavuika is not pleased.

#🫧feeding the fishes #god forbid another rooster infiltrates the farm #taking interest in you #mavuika will actually lose it

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Call Out Doom! Aika Has a Sleepover!

Fandom: Pretty Pretty Please I Don't Want to be a Magical Girl

Rating: PG for swearing

Summary: Akia and Zira have a sleepover. Evil has other ideas.

Word Count: 2500

Notes: This is for @kianamaiart's amazing new project! The idea came from @shroudtailor in an ask. Sorry for stealing it, but I just fell in love with the idea. Also this might be wildly OOC considering the pilot isn't out yet, but I hope you'll enjoy it anyway!

“You could tell me how accurate it is! Wouldn’t that be fun?”

No, that would be the last thing I’d find ‘fun’ Aika thought, but when faced with Zira’s excitement all that she could actually say was, “Sure. Does Thursday work for you? We’ve got a Pro-D day on Friday so we’ll have some extra time.”

“That would be awesome!” Zira cried, vibrating with excitement. “I just gotta check with my Mom, okay? I’ll get back to you by the end of the day! She doesn’t answer my texts at work.”

Aika did her best to hide her wince at that. It was going to be a loooooooong weekend.

19:00

Zira’s house

“Thanks so much for coming, Aika! I hope you don’t mind that we’re watching it in the basement. It’s all set up for Dad to have his football buddies over, so at least it’s comfortable. It’s a bit away from the bathroom and kitchen, but we’ll have privacy. If we were in the living room Mom and Dad would be… well… they phrase it as it’s my house and I can go where I want and I guess they aren’t wrong but also, like, I don’t wanna hang out with them today? They’re my parents, they’re embarrassing, and they don’t even like Moon Sailor so I don’t know why they’d wanna watch anyway…”

“Sound like my kinda people.” Aika muttered under her breath as she followed Zira down the stairs.

“What was that?” Zira asked, turning almost completely around on the stairs in a way that made Aika reflexively reach for them, her training shining through like it always did.

“I said it’s their loss.” She fibbed, basking in the way Zira’s face lit up at that.

“It is.” They agreed. “But that’s okay. I can share it with you now!”

Aika melted at that, her trepidations about the plan leaving her as her resolve hardened. It was just an anime. She reminded herself. If Zira likes it this much, how bad can it really be?

19:23

Zira’s House

“Don’t touch that cat!” Aika yelled at the screen, stuffing popcorn in her mouth. “That cat is bad news! Walk on by, girlie!”

“That would make for a very short show.” Zira replied wryly, sitting primly on the edge of the couch to avoid Aika’s animated limbs.

“It would make for a very happy show.” Aika insisted, inspecting her next handful of popcorn critically. Zira had no idea what she was looking for, but it appeared she found it as she stuffed that one in her mouth as well.

“Then it would just be a show about her failing her math test. Who’d watch that?”

“Excuse you, Azumanga Daioh is amazing.”

20:52

Zira’s House

“Dooooooooooon’t. Don’t do that. Just don’t.” Aika was hiding behind her hands like she was expecting a jumpscare. Zira shifted towards her in concern. The mist and the computers were a little creepy, but this still wasn’t really a scary episode. For someone who fought for real at times, Aika was being a bit of a baby about this.

“Don’t just declare her your friend, you only just met her.” She continued, her voice so soft Zira had to strain to hear it. The main girl embraced her new teammate, and Aika hid behind her hands with a squeak.

You’d have thought it was Jason with his chainsaw, the way she was acting.

22:22

Zira’s House

“Have you ever been on a cruise ship?” Zira asked, curious about the way Aika was scoffing.

“No. But do you hear those two? Ridiculous! She should have taken her night off and let her so-called friends deal with this nonsense. A long bubble bath would be way better than fighting a sea monster, and they said they didn’t want her there!”

22:45

Zira’s House

“Wait, they actually have character deaths in this show? I thought it was for kids!”

“... He’s a bad guy.”

“Still.”

00:39

Zira’s House

“She’s so stupid. So stupid. Why is everyone so stupid?”

“She’s in love.” Zira replied softly, taking some offence at Aika’s sarcasm for the first time.

“She’s still better than that. She can’t be making mistakes like this. Not this late in the game. Not with this much riding on them… And not when it’s so obviously a trap. Be honest, Zira, don’t you think you’d hesitate on the One True Love thing if it turned out they were flirting with every girl in town? Don’t you think she deserves better than a love like that?”

Zira paused, then nodded. It caused Aika to tug slightly on their hair from where she was styling it into two buns (“So we’ll match!). Aika let go then, and her voice dropped even softer. “She deserves her own future. Not just what everyone says fate has in store for her.

Zira didn’t know how to answer that, so she just laid her head on Aika’s knee in comfort.

03;17

Zira’s House

“Zira… I’m sorry to say this but I need to go to sleep.” Aika had curled up against the arm of the sofa almost two episodes ago, and now she was starting to do that jerk-startle thing that made it clear sleep was imminent.

Zira pouted. They couldn’t help it! This had been… This had been nice, even if Aika did take everything the characters did a bit personally. Halfway through the second villain arc she’d actually developed some sort of rubric and was giving all of the main characters scores like they were figure skaters and Zira had laughed so hard at some of her commentary that their sides still hurt.

They just… Didn’t want this to end.

Aika jerked awake again and Zira nodded, acknowledging that her friend-they were friends-was at the end of her rope.

“Alright. Pop up for a moment. The couch pulls out.”

Aika groaned dramatically and flopped herself over the arm of the sofa, landing in an undignified heap on the floor. Zira couldn’t help smirking at that, especially since it was so obviously on purpose. “‘S all yours.” She slurred with a slight wave. “Have at.”

Zira laughed again, then quickly set up the bed. As fast as it had been, Aika had still almost passed out on the floor. Zira had needed to help her up and tuck her in.

“Not much of a teenager sleepover.” She teased, though truth be told all of their information on sleepovers was theoretical. “I thought we’d aim for sunrise.”

Aika snorted. “Past m’bedtime. By… lotttttttttt… Hoshi g’n’a fight ‘bout it. “Mind me a… smother…” The last word trailed off in a soft exhale as she passed fully out, a surprisingly loud snore her next noise.

Zira tamped down on the wild urge to coo about it and instead got herself into the other side of the bed. They’d switched to pjs shortly after midnight with this in mind. And, as much fun as it was to tease Aika, she was also fading fast.

Between one breath and the next, darkness came.

06:23

Zira’s House

“Hmmm? Whazzat?” Zira muttered, a strange noise pulling them from sleep.

“Don’t worry about it.” A soft, familiar voice replied and Zira smiled. “It’s just the star shard.”

Zira hummed and fell back asleep.

10:03

Zira’s House

Zira was awoken suddenly by a loud thump. She shot up in alarm, only to blink dazedly at Aika. Aika, who was wearing her work uniform. Aika, who was staring at the floor in confusion as she tried to figure out why she was lying on it.

Zira blinked and went with the obvious question. “Are you alright?”

Aika turned her gaze up, then grinned when she saw Zira. “Oh good. Right basement this time.”

Zira turned that over in her mind for a moment before disregarding it. That wasn’t a question they needed answered right now.

“Do you need a hand?”

Aika waved her own around. “Got TWO!” She proudly announced, followed by a pitiful, “Owwwwwwie,” as she brained herself with her own staff.

“Have you been…” Zira hesitated, not quite knowing how to phrase this. “Out?”

“Growth ray got tested on a Chiuaua.” She confirmed, flopping down onto the floor. “Didn’t want to hurt the dude, ‘s not his fault, but the downtown was a mess. During rush hour too!”

Zira nodded, not quite sure how else to acknowledge that. “So… you definitely need a nap. Did you want breakfast first? Mom got this whole Dutch… thing for us to have. There’s bread and like four types of cheese and these weird chocolate sprinkles. Her uni roommate used to feed it to her on the weekend.”

Aika shook her head petulantly. “Nooooooooo. We had a… a plan. To watch the thing. Your thing. With the magic girls. I’m fine. I’ve had like… four redbulls. They’ll kick in in a moment.”

“Aika… You’re in no shape to watch Moon Sailor right now. You won’t even be able to pay attention.” They got out of bed and stretched. “Besides, I’m hungry. I’m gonna go grab us breakfast, kay? Just wait here.”

Aika gave her a thumbs up and a grin that held just an edge of mania to it as Zira passed… and was expectedly asleep on the floor upon return. Zira shook her head and hoisted her friend back onto the bed. Aika’s transformation had faded as soon as her conscience did, and Zira made sure to place the star shard carefully on the side table where Aika could see it as soon as she woke up.

It was precious, after all. It was what allowed Aika to transform.

15:37

Corner Store Near Zira’s House

“I’ve told you like a dozen times that you don’t need to apologize.” Zira insisted, snagging some gummy worms off the display. “Now pick a candy so we can go look at whatever dubious cheeses they have paired with the pepperoni over there.”

“For now.” Aika replied glumly. She perked up afterwards, but Zira could tell it was just a mask. Those words turned themselves over and over in her mind, but she put that away as well.

For now she would honour Aika’s unspoken plea and match her energy. They still had a whole weekend together. There was no sense in ruining it now.

16:53

Zira’s House

“Don’t eat too many of those pep ‘n’ cheds.” Zira warned. “Dad’s doing a BBQ tonight. You’re gonna want room for burgers.”

Aika stared critically at the snack in her hand, completely ignoring the show in the background. “I’m not sure if I’m tasting the cheese or just the spices from the pepperoni. I’ll have to give Monterey Jack another try some other time, I think.”

“Sounds like a plan.” They replied, tuning back in to the show just in time to watch two of the heroes make utter fools of themselves in front of a guy who already had a girlfriend. She winced. Aika probably had the better idea.

21:33

Zira’s House

“Thanks for being such a good sport about that.” Zira commented softly, eyes boring holes into the second fake male lead in as many days. “They… ah… have been worried. About the no friends thing. So they’re… A bit overdoing it. Thanks for not making it weird.”

Aika laughed, followed by one of the groans she’d been periodically letting out since her fourth burger. It had not stopped her from having a fifth. “Dude, don’t even worry about it. Your Mom brought seven types of cheese home with her. Seven. Then made a cheese platter while your Dad was cooking! I’m just glad I didn’t make it weird myself by asking to be adopted on the spot!”

Zira laughed at that, ignoring how weird an adoption would make… things. “I’m pretty sure you’d want to go home eventually. Their overwhelming parentness really starts to grate after a few days.”

Aika hummed, sounding unconvinced. “Why do people keep falling for the fake dude? Can’t any of these airheads tell it isn’t him?”

Zira let herself be distracted, as ready as Aika to drop the subject.

21:43

Zira’s House

“He fell for the fake too?? Never mind, those dumbasses deserve each other!”

23:58

Zira’s House

“They enrolled in Princess school?!? How do they keep getting dumber every episode? That’s it, they all fail this episode. All of them. And what sort of Finishing School teaches frisbee anyway??”

02:07

Zira’s House

“SHIT! Shit, don’t panic!” Aika sprang from the couch in a manner that completely belied the way she had been dozing mere seconds previous. Her star shard was pulsing and vibrating in a way she knew very well, but had been hoping wouldn’t happen for at least a few days (forever).

“Again?” Zira asked, and Aika flinched at the implied criticism in the question.

“Sorry.” She replied, staring down at her most hated possession and wishing it to the depths of the ocean. “I’m really sorry. I know we’re on the finale now and the timing is terrible…”

“Fuck the timing.” Zira replied with fervor. “Aika, you’ve had like nine hours of sleep across the last three days. You can’t go out now!”

Aika gave her a grin, but there was too much darkness in it to lighten anything. “That’s just how it is, Zira. I don’t get movie nights, I don’t get family meals, heck I don’t even get birthdays off. I’ve snuck out of both of the last Christmases. Even most on-call jobs you can schedule some important time off, but not here. I have to answer, so I’m never going to get to have anything that’s mine again. That’s what being a Magical Girl means. We just saw two of them die, and it’s supposed to be sad but I was jealous. They don’t have to answer the call anymore.”

That was entirely too heavy for Zira to manage at this time of night, so instead she just said the first thing that came to mind. “There’s four more seasons. They come back.”

“OF COURSE THEY FUCKING DO!!!”

03:15

Zira’s House

Aika was fairly certain this was the right basement and she wasn’t going to have any more incredibly awkward encounters. She was proven right when she was Zira, still waiting up for her, and she smiled.

“Sorry ‘bout… that.” She said, covering a giant yawn that appeared in the middle. “I was as quick as I could be. Let’s finish off this finale.”

Zira eyed her critically, then shook her head. Aika felt her heart drop to her feet. One more who can’t take it…” She thought, but was surprised when Zira just came over to wrap her in a blanket and hand her a cup of milk. She blinked at it, caught totally off guard.

“The internet said the fight was over.” Zira admitted, fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. “So I got you some milk. We’ll watch the finale tomorrow. For now, I think we could both use some sleep.”

Zira led her towards the bed, and Aika followed in a complete daze. She wasn’t sure yet if this was the first step to acceptance or leaving… but for now she’d take it. She’d take it.

For some reason her teammates had never been as lonely as she was.

She felt asleep with the warmth of a friend beside her, and her last thought was maybe I don’t have to be any more.

She’d forget it before she woke.

#pppidwtbamg #Aika #Zira #my writing #fanfiction #sleepover #I took a ton of liberties because we don't have answers for things yet #if anyone has any questions about my headcanons feel free to ask #all the best @kianamaiart #I hope things get easier in your personal life

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dsireland86 · 2 days ago

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So i had a idea for a request but i don't know who i want it for so you could choose if you want but i thinking of a NSFW fic with a fem reader and like maybe one of the guys is coming home from tour so reader decides to tease and send them videos and pictures of her playing with herself and their favorite outfit and then she realizes they just got home after hearing the door and her and whoever you choose have crazy sex

*clears throat* Good god... okay, well... ahem 🤣 How many will hate me if I make this a Noah story? 🤭 I gave it serious thought of who I could choose, and my head just wouldn't get out of Noah mode... soooo... yeah.... 🫤🫦🥵🤯

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Noah paraded around the stage, testing sound volume and vocals during soundcheck. The last show of the tour was tonight, and that meant by this time tomorrow, he'd be home, tangled up in the sheets, and buried deep inside his better half, Y/N. God, he missed her, and just the thought of her made his heart flutter. As if by some divine connection, his phone vibrated inside his pocket, he smiled the second he saw her text.

"Hey Babe! I'm so happy tonight is your last show. I need you home with me. I've missed you way too freaking much. I've got some surprises for you that I know you're going to love. Since we've been apart for too long and you've been working so hard, I thought you deserved something really special. Enjoy my love and I hope you think about me while you're on stage tonight. Knock em' dead, killer. I know you will 😘😘

Noah dropped his phone the moment the picture came through. "Holy fuck!"

"Something wrong, Noah?"

Noah looked over at Nicholas and huffed a nervous laugh.

"Um, no. Sorry. My hand just cramped up," he lied, bending over to retrieve his phone.

Nick raised an eyebrow, but ignored it, turning away from Noah and back to tuning his bass.

Noah stared heavily at the photo of Y/N in the white lingerie piece she wore. The sharp V-shaped cut traveled down the middle of her chest, revealing the curves of her luscious breasts while sheer lace covered her soft, untouched nipples making Noah yearn to have them in his mouth. Y/N sat on her knees with her legs spread wide, revealing the center of her pleasure for his eyes alone to see. It was pure bliss; just the thing he needed to relieve the sexual tension that had been building up for days. Hurriedly, he texted his reply;

"I want to see your fingers inside that pretty pussy of yours, making yourself cum for me, Princess. I need to. I'm dying here without you."

He hit send, slipping his phone back into his pocket, just as it went off again.

"You'll have something waiting for you after the show tonight, my love. I love you."

"Oh my g…," Noah sighed, running a hand down his face.

"Everything good?"

Noah's lips turned up into a soft smile at Jolly.

"Yeah, everything's great. Let's wrap this up and get some food. Show starts in four hours."

There were soft mumbles of agreement and sighs of relief, as the guys walked off the stage. Noah's heart was racing, his mind overworking, trying to remember every detail of what Y/N was wearing. It made him partially hard and the throbbing ache building deep inside him was going to be the death of him on that stage tonight.

Noah's phone vibrated on the table as he placed his in-ear piece in. The smile that reached his face was proof he already knew who it was. Picking up his phone, he read the text from Y/N;

"It's showtime, baby. Good luck out there."

Grinning, Noah put the phone down, tucking the wire in the back of his pants and slipping the jacket on just as it vibrated again. It was another picture of Y/N in the same lingerie, but in a different position.

Noah made a deep sound in the back of his throat that was purely male, shaking his head as his eyes scanned the curves of her sweet figure that he ached to have his hands all over.

"Careful, Princess. You're playing with fire."

Noah hit send then sat the phone down, pulling the mask down over his face as he walked out of the green room and onto the stage.

Seventy five minutes later the green room door burst open, ushering in four sweat-soaked, tired guys, followed by Matt. The last show was a success and now they were all ready to go home.

Noah grabbed his phone, wanting to text Y/N and tell her how great the show went, but mostly wanting to see if the surprise she promised was waiting for him. There was an unopened text from her that he quickly clicked on and read.

"Don't open the link until you're alone. And make sure you have your earbuds in. Enjoy my love. I can't wait to have you all to myself once you're home."

Noah rubbed his jaw, feeling that familiar heavy tingling hit him right where he needed it to. The tip of his cock was so sensitive that just grazing it with the palm of his hand made him whimper.

Showering quickly, Noah made his way to the bus, climbing up inside and heading towards his bunk.

"Going to bed kind of early, aren't ya?"

Noah turned and looked at Matt who had followed him into the bus.

"Dude, it's like eleven-thirty. I'm exhausted."

Matt looked at his watch then shrugged. "Whatever. We’re heading over to this pizza place a few blocks around the corner. Sure you don't want to come?"

"And risk being mauled to death by the hoard of people who want pictures and autographs? No thanks, I'll pass. I'm just going to rest and maybe give Y/N a call."

Matt nodded and thankfully turned and left the bus. Noah sighed, climbed into his bunk and pulled the curtain closed. Inserting his earbuds, he opened the text from her and clicked on the link.

"Fuck. Princess. Oh my god, baby! I fucking love you," Noah chuckled lightly.

The sounds of Y/N pleasuring herself filled Noah's ears like sweet music, and watching her as she made herself cum with just her fingers and his name was enough to give Noah the release and satisfaction he'd been needing for days.

"Thank you, princess. You have no idea how much I need that. I love you and can't wait to have you in my arms tomorrow."

Noah climbed back into his bunk after cleaning himself up and slipping on a clean pair of sweats, pulling the blankets up close to his face. His phone vibrated.

"Yes, I do know. Why do you think I sent it? I love you too, and you're welcome 🥰 I can't wait to be in your arms, my love."

Noah unlocked the front door of his house, walking inside and dropping his bags. "God it felt so fucking good to be home," he thought to himself. But where was Y/N? He climbed the stairs slowly taking his time as the voice of his lover partially singing to the music began to fill the air around him. It was one of their favorite songs to make love to, making Noah curious as to why she was listening to it now. At the top, he noticed the music was coming from the bathroom in your shared bedroom, so he made his way in that direction, anticipating gripping him tightly.

The bathroom was a steaming hot mess. Noah couldn't even see Y/N behind the glass doors of the huge walk-in shower. The sound of SoMo played loudly over the Bluetooth speaker, masking almost any sound. Except for one. One that Noah knew like the back of his hand. He stood in the midst of the heat and the steam, listening to his woman pleasure herself. The thoughts about it were driving Noah to the brink of totally breaking down from weeks without sex. After closing the bathroom door, the sound instantly stopped. Noah quickly undressed and stood in front of the shower just as a hand came over the glass, wiping away the fogginess and revealing the very person he'd been dying to see. The smile on her face was the first thing Noah saw. But the rest of her followed quickly, making him instantly hard. He opened the doors as Y/N took a step back, letting him inside the shower with her.

At first, they were silent, lost in a trance of intense lust and desire for one other. Noah wanted to devour her, consume every bit of Y/N until all she knew was him. But he wanted it slowly so that they both could get their satisfaction properly.

"Trying to get yourself off to one of our songs? Aren’t you impatient, Princess?"

Y/ cheeks were flushed as she gave Noah a small, shy smile. "Maybe I am."

Noah's jaw tightened. His eyes raked over her naked body while her eyes did the same to his .

"Those pictures you sent me yesterday, and that video," Noah just shook his head stepping towards her. "You started a fire that I hope you're ready to put out."

Noah's tall, muscular figure loomed over Y/N as she pressed her back up against the wall. His hand grazed her shoulders, making their way up her neck and around her throat, where he gently squeezed, closing his eyes and groaning when the light gasped moan left her lips. His thumbs traced her lips and down her jaw line until the breasts he'd been craving for were filling both his hands. He squeezed and messaged them, feeling the precum seep from his tip as his fingers played with her nipples, making them hard and perky. Noah bent down and took one in his mouth, devouring the small little nub like it was a delicacy.

Y/N's moans began to fill the shower, encouraging Noah to keep going; but slowly. He switched to the other nipple, tugging Y/N's body closer to him as his mouth latched onto her breast. Her soft, wet hands finally found their way into his hair, where she ran her fingers through, scrunching and tugging here and there, sending a deep growl barreling out of Noah's chest. His mouth released her breast, and his lips trailed up her neck, where he stopped. Licking her skin, he could taste her, and she was delicious, making him hungry for the other part of her that always satisfied his appetite. Dropping to his knees, Noah traced the skin of her belly with his lips first, followed by his hands sliding them over her skin like butter. His fingers didn't hesitate to touch what he wanted, dragging them slowly down her middle to the top of her clit. Noah touched her the way she liked, rubbing her in soft, slow, circular motions. Y/N moaned, closing her eyes and arching her back.

"Oh god, baby," she softly moaned over and over. "Oh god, Noah!"

Noah looked up at Y/N and smiled, feeling his defenses weakening.

"You like that, Princess?" "Yeah," she said breathlessly, looking down, half-smiling. "Yeah? What about this?"

Noah slid his finger inside her, hooking his finger the further in he went. Y/N’s body seemed to melt into his touch as her eyes rolled back and she bit back moan after moan.

"Mmm, so nice," Noah praised, pulling his finger back and looking at Y/N's juices coating his finger. He pulled out of her completely, glancing up at as he placed it in his mouth, sucking her taste off, making Y/N whimper. Noah chuckled darkly, closing his eyes for a moment, savoring the taste. He stuck his fingers back inside her, two this time, going deeper into her than before. "You're clenching, princess. You wanna cum for me?" "Yeah," she answered breathlessly, “yeah I do, Noah. So badly, please.”

Noah smiled, quickening his pace. His soft, gentle circles on her clit continued, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

"Oh god! Noah! I'm," she cried, bucking her hips. "Cum baby. Cum all over my hand, princess. Pretend it's me inside you, fucking though your walls.”

That's all Y/N needed to reach her high. She cried out, bucking her hips and grinding down on his hand. Her hands latched around his wrist, trying to get as much of Noah inside her as she could, as her cum leaked all over his hand.

"Good, girl," Noah praised hoarsely, kissing the inside of her thigh. He stood up and rinsed off, turning the cool water off, but didn't dry off. Instead, he took Y/N by arm, pulling her out of the shower and lifting her up onto the counter of the sink. The back of her head hit the mirror behind her as Noah yanked her down closer to his wet cock, slowly sinking into her and filling her fully. "Motherfuck..." Noah moaned, throwing his head back. "Oh god, Noah!" Y/N cried, gripping the counters edge while Noah kept her legs open wide.

He smirked. "He's not here. I am," watching as his cock disappeared deeply into her soaked cunt. "Jesus, your pussy is so beautiful. I could fuck this all night." he grunted, thrusting hard into her.

"Oh, you're gonna make me cum again," Y/N gasped, trying to catch her breath. "Good girl. Show me what you got, princess. Cum for me again."

Noah smiled, huffing a laugh. He lowered her legs and finally took her lips, locking them in a heated, starving kiss. His tongue invaded the inside of her mouth, meeting hers as they battled for dominance. Pulling back, Noah lifted her legs again, spreading them wide as he pulled out partially just to slam back into her and make her scream. Relentlessly, Noah fucked up into her, absorbing her moans and cries into his soul.

"Noah," she panted, moving her hips to his, watching him watching her. The small tendrils of hair falling over the creases of his forehead and into his eyes created a sort of a shadowed covering, giving Noah's gaze a more darker tone. "Louder!" Noah growled between clenched teeth, thrusting harder each time.

"Noah," she moaned louder, biting her lip and placing her hands on his biceps. Y/N felt as if she could feel all the ridges on his cock and the pulsating veins that were naked inside of her for the first time in so many long, lonely weeks. Noah started rubbing her clit harder as his hips picked up speed, the heels of her feet digging into the molding of the bathroom cabinet. Her nails raked down his biceps, while his other hand wrapped around her throat, holding her up and level. It wasn't too tight, but enough to make Y/N feel completely owned and in the moment. But the truth was she owned Noah right back, keeping him trapped at her will with every push. "Do you know how many sleepless nights I had, envisioning this in my head? How many times I had to get myself off just from your picture, eager to feel any part of you?”

Noah found her g-spot, and suddenly, the fire inside Y/N ignited, making her cries louder and more consistent. The fire in her concentrated on her burning core, her entire body shaking as she started getting lightheaded from the overwhelming sensation.

"You're clenching around me, Princess. Are you almost there?" "Mmm-hmm, don't stop what you're doing," she pleaded, leaning back against the mirror with her eyes shut tightly. "Baby, look at me. Open your eyes."

Y/N's eyelids slowly opened, and she focused her sight on the man in front of her. Her man, her love, her Noah. She grinned, running her tongue between her lips.

"That's it. I wanna watch you cum. I've been dying to see the look on your face when you do."

The sweetness in Noah's eyes, the desperation in his voice made Y/N's race with a happiness she hadn't felt before Noah left, and now that he was home, she knew that feeling would continue.

"I love you, Noah. I love you so much!"

Y/N word's sent Noah over the edge, bringing out the urge to control, more like possessing the woman beneath him. He needed to tear her apart on the inside, branding her walls with the memory of his cock. The weeks of pent up sexual frustration were finally emerging.

"Fuck, baby I need you to cum. You're almost there," he demanded, harsher than he meant to. Y/N brought her hand to her clit and began rubbing in before Noah's eyes, and the sight made him weak.

"I love watching you make yourself cum. It such a fucking turn on." "Noah, oh, fuck, Noah," she moaned a little louder. "That's it, pretty girl, make yourself cum on me."

Y/N exploded, her walls releasing like never before, her heart beating through the wall of her chest so hard she could feel it echoing through her body. She could feel her own wetness running down the inside of her thigh, her eyes seeking Noah's as he watched her, completely aroused by what he was seeing. He pulled out all of a sudden, pulled her off the counter, and turned her around, pushing her down on it, forcing Y/N to grip the edges. Noah pushed her legs apart with his knee, yanking her closer to him and quickly entered her with a force she hadn't felt in so long.

"Oh, god," Y/N cried, bracing herself as Noah began pounding into her from behind. "Fuck!" Noah yelled, moving fast with deep thrusts that pulled sounds from him Y/N hadn't heard before. She began to move with him and soon the thick head of his cock was driving into that same perfect spot of hers over and over. "Goddamn, Y/N! This is what I wanted. This is what I imagined every night without you. Bending you over and fucking you like this. God that spot of yours! When it touches my tip! I can't..." Noah lost his train of thought at the feeling of almost reaching his tipping point. "Shit, it makes me want to cum so hard for you!" "Then cum for me, Noah. Fill me with you, baby."

Noah tossed his head back and growled, panting like a wild animal, before thrusting one last time and releasing his seed deep inside her. Y/N was trembling, her legs weak and shaking. Noah's body went limp as he collapsed against her back, sweaty forehead hitting her shoulder blade and arms snaking around her waist to hold her tight. Both of them were too out of breath to say anything, both still coming down from the shock of euphoria.

Slowly, Noah stood back up, lightly thrusting inside her before pulling out. He watched his cum run down her leg, quietly releasing a growl over how much he liked it, but grabbed a towel to quickly wipe his lover off. He could feel her legs shaking, complimenting his job well done.

"Are you okay? Was I too rough?" he softly asked, standing up.

Y/N shook her head, but she was still bracing herself against the counter. Noah tossed the towel on the floor before turning her around and cupping her cheeks. She looked absolutely breathtaking, reminding him of all the reasons why he loved looking at her.

"You're lying," he whispered, and Y/N gently laughed, wrapping her hands around his wrists. "You were a little hard, but I understand why, so don't worry about it. It still felt amazing," she reassured him, kissing the palm of his hand.

Noah picked her up bridal style and carried her to their bed, laying her down. She moved the covers back and crawled under, scooting over to make room to him. The sheets felt cool against his warm skin, but it felt so good. Y/N snuggled up against him, finding her familiar spot in the nook of his shoulder, and burying her face against his neck. Her hand caressed the left side of his face, fingers gently stroking the day's old stubble over his jaw and chin before they slid into his hair.

Noah finally felt peace. He felt loved and protected. He was home and not just in his house, but in her arms as well. Y/N was his home and it felt so good to finally be where he knew he belonged.

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svetamillss · 2 days ago

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Hey girl, I wanna let ya know that freakingI love your writings (ESPECIALLY WITH HYUN JU❤)

Can you write about hyun ju with curvy, chubby female reader Please 🙏❤

Headcanons: you have a curvy body💋

Featuring: Cho Hyun Ju x Reader(f)

A/N: Thank you very much for your kind words! I'm insanely pleased! Also, thank you for the idea for my work!

💋💋💋

💋You began to show a figure from a young age. Of all the girls in the class, you are the first to have breasts and hips to form quite early. You weren't fat! Just a beautiful, curvy body. But due to the fact that you were not very tall, many people made fun of you, and because of this, complexes began to appear. You didn't love your body and always dreamed of being like those models from magazine covers, but with the appearance of your Hyunnie everything changed. She loves you, your character, your cute face, your body. She constantly kisses you all over, right from head to toe, and you are always embarrassed by it.

- Hyunnie.. stop! - you shouted embarrassedly when your girlfriend had a surge of tenderness and she wanted to kiss you.

- Shh, my little baby, I missed you very much. - she said too gently, kissing your plump thighs, that you were ready to dissolve.

💋Sometimes you have thoughts of losing weight and you can climb websites in the evenings and read blogs about how to lose weight properly. But if you think that you can do it unnoticed by a girl, then you are wrong, she will immediately notice what something wrong. From the very morning, when instead of her delicious pancakes, you decide to have breakfast with only two glasses of water. And then there will be a serious conversation.

- Baby, what are you doing?!! How did you think of losing weight! And in this way! Do you want to faint from hunger? Do you want to get anorexia later and lie in the hospital? - she was very excited about what she saw, so she didn't hold her emotions very well.

- I just want to be thin like other girls. - you heard a sigh from her side.

- God, baby, why do you need to be like the others? You're special! I love you the way you are! You don't need to lose weight! You have a very beautiful and sexy body that I would like to eat! So don't you dare to lose weight, but rather let's have breakfast with the pancakes I made for us. - you couldn't disobey her. Hyun Ju's words always made you have butterflies in your stomach. You are very glad to have met her.

💋Since you are still embarrassed by your body, you don't dress too openly to the public, you still need a little time to get used to walking on the street like that. That's why you decided to dress up openly and frankly only in front of your beloved girl, who doesn't mind this. She immediately feels like a VIP-person. Yes, as if intimate life is not enough for her.

💋Since you are shorter than her, Hyun Ju always calls you her little baby and often carries you in her arms, you sometimes worry about whether it's hard for her. But then you remember that she was not only a man, but also in the special forces, so it will not be difficult.

- Baby, you're like a fluff, stop thinking that you're heavy. - she keeps repeating when she takes you in her arms.

💋As I already said, your girlfriend loves your body very much and her jokes about the fact that she always wants to eat you are truthful. Therefore, during sex or just some tenderness, she is a fan of leaving a bunch of scarlet hickeys on your beautiful body.

- With my hickeys you look even sexier, my little baby. - she says when she puts another mark on your lush breasts (but our Hyun Ju's breasts are still the biggest🥹).

💋💋💋

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ivenha · 16 hours ago

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AFTER LIKE

Pairing: Hot nerd?Karina x fem!Reader

cw: cursing + kissing, slight skinship

📗: karina being a nerd doesn't have any significance lol just for the plot of rina in glasses🫣, reader is shy and karina is kinda cocky? slight height difference (reader is short), reader calls rina a stupid nerd, basically fluff but a bit of angst if you squint? let me know if there's something else💋

Mentions of Yujin from IVE and Heeseung from ENHYPEN.

Inspired by: After like - IVE

💌: i was listening to after like by ive while scrolling through pintrest when this rina pic showed up, so now you know why i wrote it😋🫶 this my first writing work🥹(i literally do not have an exam today and i literally did not stay up writing this instead of studying🙂‍↔️) im sorry for suddenly bombarding this lmaooo but i hope you like it! please let me know if you would like to be tagged in my future works, thank you! -love, unika🩷

Divider credit: @cafekitsune ♡

read HEESEUNG ver!

또 모르지 내 마음이

저 날씨처럼 바뀔지

날 나조차 다 알 수 없으니

Who knows?

My mind might just change like the weather

Even I don't know myself.

New years eve, what was so special about this thing anyways? It's just another year after all... Karina thought, swirling the pen around her fingers as she studied or rather just stared at the book on the desk. Her mind wandered back to her orignal thought, you. She closed the book, huffing in frustration, you must be in that party that you were going on and on about earlier, your eyes twinkling in enthusiasm as you described the dress you were planning on wearing later, "shit..." She mutters under her breath as she remembers the picture you showed her, a mirror selfie of you in that pretty baby pink, spaghetti strapped dress that stopped just above your knee. The dress was modest, just like you but it was enough, enough to drive a man or a woman crazy. "You have to wear that blue dress rina!" She remembers the way you chimed looking up at her with those doe eyes as you tugged on her sleeve like a damn puppy then she saw your face fall when she declined, "Can't Y/n, I have..." She trails off getting lost in your eyes for a moment before she catches herself, clearing her throat as she shakes her head "I have to study" That cute pout on your face as you huffed before starting about how she should enjoy herself and that it's new years eve, which she didn't pay any attention to because she was too busy staring at your cute face. "what am I even doing?" She mumbles as she finds herself standing in front of her closet, that blue dress peeking out from under all the pile of her other clothes.

그게 뭐가 중요하니

지금 네게 완전히

푹 빠졌단 게 중요한 거지

That doesn't matter

What matters is

I'm into you right now.

God, why did she have to be such a coward? She thinks, her hands gripping onto her dress as she stands outside Yujin's house. The feeling of her heart beating rapidly and the sound of the loud music from inside only adding to her nervousness, she had been to her friend's house countless times for countless parties, then why is she so nervous today? "Oh? Aren't you a little too early?" Karina's met with Yujin's sarcasm as she walks in the house, she rolls her eyes as they hug, Yujin pulls back before taking a look at Karina, "You look good! But girl you're so late! I thought Y/n said you had to study or something" Karina sighs, "Yeah I..." Karina trails off, she takes a deep breath before continuing "Yujin, I think I'm gonna tell her..." She says softly, looking at Yujin as if asking her if it's a good idea. Yujin gasps softly "Really? Don't tell me that's the only reason why you came here..." Yujin gives an aww expression as she looks at Karina. "You know what? She hasn't been enjoying herself at all today and I think...its because you weren't here" Karina tilts her head, nibbling on her bottom lip nervously, "Really? You...you think so?" Yujin flashes her a smile as she nods, "Yup and it's new years eve! Don't you think it's the perfect time to tell her how you feel? And it's..." Yujin takes a look at the time on her phone before turning to karina "It's almost 12..." She says softly, Karina's eyes widen slightly, she turns to look at the stairs then back at Yujin who just nods at her, patting her back softly, Karina mouths a 'thank you' to Yujin before making her way up the stairs. She steps out on the rooftop, her eyes scanning among the people to look for you, oh. There you are, and ofcourse you're with Heeseung. He has a hand on your waist as you have yours on his shoulder. The beating of her heart is faster than the loud song playing as she watches you with him, she stays there, the ache in her chest only increasing, but then she sees him leaning closer to you and it's her final straw, something inside her snaps and she's already making her way past the crowd, striding towards you.

아마 꿈만 같겠지만 분명 꿈이 아니야

달리 설명할 수 없는 이건 사랑일거야

Seems like a dream but it’s definitely not

Can't explain it, it must be love.

"What?" "I said I'm leaving!" You place a hand on his shoulder as you repeat, trying to make yourself audible over the loud music. "Huh? It isn't even 12 yet Y/n!" He places a hand on your waist unconsciously as he leans in, almost yelling so that you could hear him. "I know but...the person who I was dressed up and here for isn't even here...I...I feel stupid" You say, you don't know why you told him that, but you did. Heeseung looks at you with an arched eyebrow, as if waiting for you to explain further, you sigh stepping back slightly before looking up at him, "Karina! That...stupid stupid nerd who just can't seem to understand my stupid stupid hints! I'm always trying to look good so that she sees me... trying to drop hints and make her realise that I like her but she just doesn't understand! Just being there... looking so...so pretty!" You huff, a soft pout on your lips, Heeseung chuckles softly shaking his head before his smile fades slowly "Y/n-" "No it's okay!" You shake your head as you start stepping back slowly. "I'll just go home and spend this stupid-" You pause as you bump into someone, before you could turn to say sorry, you feel hands grabbing your waist. "Just exactly how many times did you say stupid?" You gasp softly as you hear her soft voice and feel her warm breath on your ear, moving back slightly as you turn around, there she is, wearing that stupid blue dress that you love so much with her stupid glasses, the sound of Heeseung clearing his throat behind you brings you back to reality, "Uh yeah, that's what I was trying to say, you two can talk I'll just..see you guys after midnight, I guess" Heeseung walks away but none of you move, just standing there and appreciating each other. "Stupid nerd huh?" Karina breaks the silence, a smirk on her face as she tilts her head to the side, oh she's giving you that cocky expression that makes you feel the butterflies in your stomach "I...I didn't mean it like that..." "I know" karina sighs as she moves closer to you, her fingers gripping on you chin gently as she tilts your face up, making you face her, "You look beautiful....did you mean it angel?" Angel? Fuck. "That you're a stupid...no! Ofcourse-" She chuckles softly, cutting you off, "No, That you dress up all pretty...for me? That you like me?" Your eyes widen slightly as you look away, "Nuh-uh, look at me angel, I need to know, please." Your breath hitches at her words as you slowly turn your gaze towards her again, "I...yes..." You whisper softly and she lets out a breath she didn't even know she was holding until now, she leans in, her fingers still holding your chin as her eyes bore into yours through her stupid glasses, "Guess I am a stupid stupid nerd that I couldn't even understand that a pretty pretty girl like you liked me too huh?" Wait. Did she just said, too? "Too? r-rina..."

방금 내가 말한 감정 감히 의심하지 마

그냥 좋다는 게 아냐 what's after 'Like'?

Don't try to doubt what I just said

It's beyond like, what's after like?

As if on cue, the music suddenly dies down, "Everybody! Time for the final countdown!" Someone yells as the countdown begins 10...9...8...7... You both turn to look at each other again, Karina swallows, her eyes flickering to your lips then back to your eyes,

You and I

It's more than 'Like'

L 다음 또 O 다음 난 yeah, yeah, yeah

"I like you Y/n and fuck, I think it's more than like" Your breath hitches yet again at her confession, 6...5...4...3... You somehow find your courage, arms wrapping around her neck as you look up at her,

You and I

It's more than 'Like'

What's after 'Like'?

"What's after like?" 2...1... Karina's hands cup your face as she leans down, capturing your lips with her own in a sweet kiss, your arms tighten around her neck, pulling her closer as you both get surrounded by loud cheers and fireworks, as you finally pull away, her thumb brushes on your cheek softly, an adoring smile on her face as she looks at you, her voice a soft whisper, "Love"

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punksyeet · 18 hours ago

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- All Is Fair In Love And Revenge ❥

Plot: Who knew that losing somebody you love could lead to such sweet revenge?

Warnings: Heartbreak, cheating, angst, friends to lovers, romance, & fluffy smut!

A/N: from the second that i checked my request form and saw this idea, i sprinted here to start working on it. thank you so much @isabella-2025 for, not only your request in general, but allowing me to bring it to life. i had so much fun & i hope you enjoy it! 💐💗

fair warning: i 100% got carried away and she’s a little lengthy 🙈 (don’t say it gianna) (i have the mind of a fourteen year old)

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“Well I better start getting ready,” I announce to my close friend Trinity, standing up and grabbing my phone from one of the many tables in catering. “My match is in under two hours.”

“Alright girl,” she replies, walking around the table and over to me. “If I don’t see you before your match, good luck tonight. You’re gonna kill it, okay?”

She wraps me into a warm embrace and I nod, immediately returning the favor.

“Thank you Trin,” I coo, my chin resting on her shoulder, a soft smile on my face. “That means the world coming from you.”

“Anytime babygirl,” she replies sweetly, pulling away. “I’ll tell Josh to stop by your dressing room when you’re all ready.”

I chuckle, shaking my head. “Girl, the day you stop fighting for us to be together, I think I’ll drop dead.”

She shrugs, letting out a soft giggle. “You guys would be perfect together. And you know how I feel about…him.”

I’m currently dating Kevin Owens. I have been for about 7 months now.

But since this whole feud with Cody Rhodes has been pushed, he’s gone bat shit crazy. And not just in kayfabe.

Anything and I mean anything sets him off - he’s almost become toxic.

And any time I approach him about it, he gaslights me.

“Gianna, you’re delusional.”

“Stop making assumptions. You know I care about you.”

“Have you ever looked in the mirror and realized that you’re the crazy one?”

It’s exhausting, but I feel….helpless.

And while all of this has been happening, Trinity has been the biggest advocate for her brother in law, Josh, and I to get together.

He’s become one of my absolute best friends over the years, but I just don’t think we see each other in that way.

I mean, I’d be down to give us a try, but not at the cost of our friendship.

“I know,” I reply, my voice just above a whisper. “I just feel stuck, Trin. That’s all.”

She sighs and places a protective hand on either of my shoulders. “I know you do, babe. But if you ever need anything, anything at all, a good ole ass kicking is just a call away. And Josh is too.”

She says that last part super low with a smirk, followed by a playful wink.

“Girl, what am I gonna do with you?” I tease between giggles, shaking my head.

She flicks back her hair. “Who knows? But you love me!”

We share a laugh, give each other one last hug, and say our goodbyes.

On the walk back to my dressing room, I hear two people flirtatiously giggling.

Specifically, coming out of Kevin and his best friend Rami’s dressing room.

Narrowing my eyes, I lean in closer to the door and hear a high-pitched voice. A distinct voice.

A voice that belongs to none other than the woman who I’ll be attempting to dethrone tonight: Tiffany Stratton.

“You’re gonna kick her washed up ass tonight baby,” Kevin mutters, resulting in more giggles from her. “I’ll make sure of it. This championship isn’t going anywhere.”

My stomach drops and tears uncontrollably roll down my face as I hear them share a kiss.

He’s gonna make sure of it? What the fuck does that even mean?

I go to grab ahold of the doorknob to interrupt them, but stop in my tracks.

He’s made it abundantly clear that doesn’t give a shit about you anymore. This is just Exhibit A. Don’t bother.

Before anyone can see me, I sprint to my dressing room.

Once there, I close the door, lean against it, slide down, and dig my head into my knees.

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** Josh’s POV **

“Aight I’ll go see her now,” I tell my sister-in-law, getting up and fixing my hoodie.

My best friend, Gianna, has a title match for the Women’s Championship tonight.

And while I have all the faith in the world in her, Trin suggested that I wish her good luck regardless.

As I get closer and closer to her dressing room, I swear I hear crying.

With an eyebrow raised, I press my ear against the door.

Sure enough, the sniffles and quiet sobs become louder.

What the fuck is going on?

I knock on the door. “Gi? Gi, are you alright? Can I come in?”

All of a sudden, the cries stop and I hear shuffling around before she finally opens the door.

Immediately, from the second I lay eyes on her, I can tell something is wrong.

From her red nose, to her puffy and flushed eyes, this girl was not just crying. She was sobbing.

“H-hey,” she greets me, her voice just above a whisper. “Come in.”

I do so, my eyes never leaving hers.

As she turns back around from closing the door, I cross my arms over my chest. “Everything alright?”

She nods quickly before sniffling and walking back over to her vanity.

“You sure?” I ask, slowly walking over. “Because I swear I heard crying near the door.”

She stops in her tracks for a moment and shakes her head, going back to curling her hair. “You must’ve been hearing things. No one is here but me and I’m fine.”

I pucker my lips to the side and nod, looking down.

If she doesn’t wanna talk about it, who am I to force her?

While doing so, something on the floor across the room catches my eye: a gold necklace.

As I bend down to pick it up, I realize that it’s a locket.

The same locket that Kevin gave Gianna when they first started dating. Except now, the heart that once held a picture of them is shattered.

“What’s this?” I ask, still attempting to get answers out of her.

She looks at me through the mirror as I hold up the chain and her eyes go wide.

“Nothing!” she replies, turning around and quickly taking it from me.

She shoves it into a drawer and turns back to the mirror.

“Nothing, huh?” I ask, folding my arms again. “So that’s not the necklace that Kevin gave you?”

She shakes her head in response, tucking her lips in, as a tear rolls down her face. “N-no?”

What did this mother fucker do to my girl?

“Gi,” I exclaim quietly, pulling a chair up next to her. “What happened with you and Kevin? You know you can talk to me.”

She takes a deep breath before turning to me and looking deep into my eyes.

“He cheated on me,” she whispers, now fully crying again.

My breath hitches and heart stops at her words.

“He what?” I ask in disbelief, anger slowly building up inside me.

“I was on my way here from catering after talking to Trin and,” she takes another deep breath before continuing. “I walked past his dressing room and heard him with Tiffany.”

My leg starts bouncing and I rub my knuckles, just thinking about what I could do to him right now.

What the fuck is this asshole thinking? Cheating on a girl like her?

“Who the fuck does he think h-“ I start, but stop when her tears start up again.

I can’t show that I’m angry. Not yet anyway.

She needs me right now.

I sigh and pull her into my arms, rubbing soft circles onto her back as she sobs into my chest.

“Shhh,” I comfort her, before kissing her temple. “He didn’t doesn’t deserve you. He’s not worth your tears. Don’t give him the satisfaction. You hear me?”

She sniffles and nods in response, taking deep breath against my hoodie.

“Gianna! You’re on in ten!” a producer calls from outside her door.

She sighs and pulls away, grabbing a tissue from her desk. “I don’t know how I can win anything this way.”

“Hey,” I gently scold her, holding her shoulders. “You can do this. You will do this. You boutta be the next Women’s Champion. And ima be there to support you every step of the way. Anyone tries to take this moment away from you, I’ll deal with them. Got me?”

She gives me a soft smile and nods, sniffling once more. “Thank you, Josh. For everything.”

I smile back and pull her into my arms. “I gotchu. Forever.”

Once we pull away, she adds final touches to her look and I walk her out to gorilla.

“You got this,” I remind her once more, stroking her arms. “Just go out there and be you.”

She nods and kisses my cheek, before walking out of the curtain.

I watch on the monitor and smile, listening to the crowd go crazy for my best friend.

She’s got this.

—————————————————————————————————

It’s about fifteen minutes into the match and, because I have a match tonight myself, I’ve migrated to my dressing room to watch.

While getting my hair ready, I cringe as Gianna takes a few low blows from Tiffany.

She automatically recovers though, with an insane spear.

I smile, thinking back to the moments we shared in the gym, and the exact moment I taught her that specific move.

She couldn’t get it at first - kept charging either too high or low.

But the second she figured it out, she was like a kid in a candy store. Over the moon excited.

The way she smiled that night? Man.

The sound of the crowd cheering snaps me out of my thoughts, causing me to look back up at the TV.

Gi delivers a fire superkick to Tiffany’s face, causing her to fall back. Hard.

Moments later, she goes for the cover.

Come on Gi.

Just one more. Hang in there.

As the ref is just milliseconds away from hitting the mat for the third time, he’s pulled out of the ring from behind.

What the fuck?

My eyes narrow in confusion, until the camera pans to him.

The scum bag that hurt my best friend: Kevin Owens.

“Oh fuck no,” I mutter to myself, before setting down my spray bottle and sprinting out of the room.

** Gianna’s POV **

“What the hell is Kevin Owens doing here?!” Michael Cole practically screams from the announce table.

I sit there in disbelief as my ex boyfriend raises his arms, a cocky smirk on his face, looking directly into my eyes, as the referee lays there in pain.

“USOOOO!”

The crowd automatically goes from boos to deafening cheers, as I turn and see Josh running down the ramp.

“Get up, Cole! It’s time to yeet!” Pat McAfee cheers from the top of the table, moving his arms up and down with the crowd.

I watch on as he whoops Kevin’s ass at ringside with a chair and steel steps, and even puts him through the announce table.

Once he’s out cold, Josh turns to me and smiles.

“You’ve got this,” he mouths, followed up with a wink.

A tired but grateful smile appears on my face, until reality strikes once more and Tiffany pulls me back into the middle of the ring by my hair to continue the match.

After a couple of hard hits, she lays me down and climbs up to the top rope to deliver her finisher: the Prettiest Moonsault Ever.

Before we can make contact, I roll away just in time, and she lands face first onto the mat.

I take a deep breath before climbing up the turnbuckles and delivering an Uso Splash.

Josh and I’s eyes meet once again, a gorgeous smile on his face, before he helps up the ref and slides him back into the ring.

One!

Two!

Three!

The crowd erupts in cheers, as Josh runs into the ring and tackles me in a hug.

I immediately hug back, crying tears of joy into his chest.

“HERE IS YOUR WINNER!” Alicia Taylor screams into the microphone. “AND NEWWWW! WWE WOMEN’S CHAMPION: GIANNAAAA NICOLEEEE!”

The ref hands me my title and lifts up my free hand, Josh lifting up the other.

I smile and, once my hands are free, hug him once again.

“I’m so proud of you,” he mutters into my neck, hugging me back ten times tighter.

I squeal and laugh as he lifts me onto his shoulder and walks around the ring, hyping up the crowd even more.

—————————————————————————————————

I lay back on my pillow, a soft smile on my face, as I scroll on Twitter.

Yes, there’s hate and disappointment from Tiffany’s fans, but there’s ten times more love and support from mine.

I’m so incredibly grateful. <3

As I set down my championship for a photo, I hear knocks against my door.

I silently pray that it’s not drama waiting to happen, before getting up and answering it.

Stood before me is my best friend, holding a bottle of champagne and pink roses.

“Room service for the new Women’s Champion?” Josh teases in an awful French accent, a playful smirk on his face.

I giggle and shake my head, stepping aside to let him in. “You’re too much, boy. Come on in.”

He chuckles and sets everything on a nearby table before turning to me. “I’m real proud of you, you know that?”

I close the door and walk over, wrapping my arms around his waist. “Mhm. You told me a good 35 times since my match ended.”

He smiles and wraps me into a hug, to which I respond to automatically.

We just kinda stand there for a while, him rocking us back and forth.

“You down for some celebrating?” he asks, grabbing the bottle of champagne and holding it up once we pull away. “I brought your favorite.”

I smile softly and watch on as he pops the top and pours up two glasses.

He takes a seat on the edge of my bed and pats the spot next to him, signaling for me to join.

When I do, he raises his glass. “To you, the most deserving champion in the world.”

I smile at the compliment and raise mine as well. “To the best best friend in the entire world. I wouldn’t be here without you.”

He flashes me a beautiful smile, before we clink our glasses together and each take a sip.

As we set them down, he turns back to me. “How are people on social media taking the win?”

I let out a sigh and shrug. “Some hate, more love. The usual.”

He gives me a sympathetic smile and nods. “Capitalize on the love and let the haters hate, mama. You know how it is.”

I blush at the nickname and nod, looking down. “Yeah.”

He gently lifts my chin and stares deep into my eyes. “Look atchu. You’re glowing, champ.”

I smile and lean into his hand, as he cups my face. “Nah, I think it’s just the compliments.”

He chuckles. “Well, you deserve every one of them.”

We just kinda sit there, staring at each other.

And soon enough, my heart moves faster than my brain, and my lips are on his.

He kisses back almost automatically, but pulls away after a few seconds.

“Sorry,” I mutter, looking down. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

Please don’t be mad.

He shakes his head. “It’s not your fault, ma.”

Thank god.

Awkward silence fills the air until he clears his throat, breaking it. “It’s getting late. I should go.”

I nod understandably, completely bummed on the inside. “Okay.”

I walk him out and he turns to face me once he’s out the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow? We can grab breakfast with Uce and Trin or something?”

I smile and nod again, holding the door open. “Sure. That sounds nice.”

He smiles back and nods, opening his arms.

I walk into them and rest my chin on his shoulder, letting out a deep but quiet sigh.

Usually our hugs are filled with such comfort and meaning, but this one feels empty.

—————————————————————————————————

I wake up to the sound of my phone receiving a text.

After letting out a loud yawn and good stretch, I grab it off my nightstand and smile when my lockscreen appears.

Josh 🥰♥️: Morning champ. How does Waffle House sound?

I shake my head, smiling.

Gi 🩵: Morningg 🫶🏽

Gi 🩵: Sounds good. I’ll be ready in about an hour.

Josh 🥰♥️: Perfect. See you then. 🩵

I pick out a cute outfit from my luggage and get ready.

“There she is!” Jon, Josh’s twin brother, calls out, opening his arms. “Our new champ!”

I roll my eyes playfully and smile, accepting his offer.

He rocks us back and forth before placing a brotherly kiss on the top of my head. “Congrats, sis. I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks Jon,” I reply, pulling away and smiling even harder.

Next is Trin, who squeals before giving me a tight squeeze. “You look so gorgeous, babygirl. Out here stealing my glow.”

She playfully nudges me when saying that last part, earning a giggle and second hug from me.

“Thank you Trin,” I reply sweetly, as we pull away. “And don’t you worry, nobody is stealing your glow.”

We share a laugh and she walks over to Jon, who places a hand on her back and a kiss to her temple.

And finally, Josh.

“You up for another ‘I’m proud of you’?” he teases, wrapping me into his arms.

I giggle and hug back, resting my head on his chest and inhaling his heavenly cocoa butter scent. “What is this? Number 36? Don’t mind if I do.”

He chuckles and kisses my temple.

From behind him, Trin is watching us with puppy dog eyes and her bottom lip dramatically stuck out.

I shake my head and playfully roll my eyes, earning a soft giggle from her.

“Well,” Jon begins, rubbing his stomach, once Josh and I pull away. “I’m starving. Let’s head out.”

“Boy you’re always starving!” Josh teases, earning a playful whack upside the head from him.

Trin and I walk behind them, laughing and shaking our heads at them.

“They’re such teenagers,” she exclaims, throwing an arm over me.

I chuckle, watching Josh laugh, flashing his gorgeous smile. “They really are.”

Once we get to Waffle House, it’s relatively empty, so we pick out a random booth - Trin and I sat on one side, Jon and Josh on the other.

Instead of our own separate meals, we decide to just order food to share throughout the table including: chocolate chip waffles, hash browns, scrambled eggs, grits, and lots of lemonade.

“So girl,” Trin begins, before wiping her mouth. “What the hell was Kevin doing trying to cost you last night?”

I stop chewing and look up at Josh, who stares right back and just keeps sipping his drink.

I clear my throat before responding. “Well, to make a long story short, we unexpectedly split on my way back from our time in catering. But everything is cool.”

I really don’t want the news about Kevin cheating on me to get out.

The locker room would never let him live it down and, as much as that asshole deserves it, my championship reign just started.

I don’t need a bunch of nosy ass wrestlers watching my every move and gossiping.

Josh nods in agreement as I take another spoonful of grits into my mouth. “Yeah, she ain’t gotta worry about none of that now. I took care of it.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Jon and Trin share a look.

The sound of a family about five tables away from us takes over the awkward silence, and I decide to break it.

“Well,” I announce, standing up. “I’m gonna run to the bathroom before we go.”

The twins acknowledge me before Trin stands as well, sliding out of the booth. “I’ll join you.”

As we’re walking away, the boys engage in their own conversation.

“Man, why girls always going to the bathroom together?”

“How should I know, Uce?”

Once we get to the bathroom, I head to the sink and Trin watches, leaning against the wall, arms folded across her chest.

In the mirror, I see her watching me, resulting in me slowly turning around. “Please don’t tell me I have something in my teeth.”

“Girl hush,” she replies sassily. “I know you’re not telling me something.”

Fuck.

I turn back to the sink and fix my hair in the mirror. “Like?”

She taps her fingers on her arm. “Oh, I don’t know. Perhaps why you and my brother in law are barely speaking? And why any time you two look at each other, you look identical to the ketchup bottle sat on our table right now?”

My eyes go wide and I turn to her again. “I do?”

She huffs and rolls her eyes. “Bitch, spill!”

“Fine,” I reply, before sighing in defeat and taking a seat on the counter.

“After our matches last night, Josh came to my hotel room and…” my voice trails off.

Her eyebrows raise and she moves closer out of curiosity. “And?”

I shake my head, smiling softly. “We may have kissed. A little.”

She squeals, clapping and jumping up and down. “I fucking knew it! Finally!”

“But,” I interrupt her, causing her to stop. “It only lasted a few seconds. Before he pulled away.”

Her face drops in disappointment. “He pulled away? Why?”

I shrug, wrapping my arms together. “The kiss wasn’t his idea. I wasn’t thinking, Trin.”

She sucks her teeth and drops her arms. “Well, shit! I was hoping to start planning the wedding soon!”

I give her a mean mug. “A wedding? Bitch, slow down!”

She laughs and walks up to me, reaching out to hold my shoulders. “Girl, you’ve gotta get alone with him again. Let him know how you feel.”

I shake my head, running a hand through my curls. “It’s not that easy, sis. I’ve been best friends with him for over five years now. If I ruin that all because of some delusional ass feelings, I’ll hate myself forever.”

“Babygirl,” she replies. “You and I both know those feelings aren’t delusional, don’t we?”

When I respond with only a sigh, she folds her arms across her chest again. “Exactly.”

“Listen,” she continues. “I’ll set it up. You just be ready around 7 tonight. Tell him how you feel. If he doesn’t feel the same way, at least you have some closure.”

I nod understandably. “I guess you’re right.”

She smiles and wraps me into a hug. “Everything will work out. Trust me.”

I hug back, a soft smile on my face. “I hope so.”

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Pacing around my hotel room, I check the time on my phone for the umpteenth time: 6:56pm.

Only four minutes left.

Bitch, get a grip!

It’s like Trin said: if he doesn’t feel the same way, at least I have some closure.

And if he does-

My thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door.

Fuck, he’s early!

I take a deep breath and check myself in the mirror before heading to answer it.

“Hey girl,” Josh greets me, taking his hands out of his pockets and opening his arms.

Smiling, I accept his offer and we share a hug. “Hey. Come on in.”

He does and immediately takes a seat on the bed. “Everything okay? Trin said you wanted to talk?”

“Y-yeah,” I reply, closing the door and taking a seat next to him.

He turns to face me and reaches out to stroke my arm, a soft but beautiful smile on his face. “Everything good?”

I take a deep breath, nodding. “Yeah, everything’s fine. I just…I guess I wanted to talk about what happened last night.”

His smile fades and he looks deep into my eyes. “The kiss, huh?”

I nod, looking down at my hands. “Yeah.”

He sighs and takes my hand, intertwining our fingers together. “Look at me.”

When I do, he takes a strand of hair away from my face.

“I didn’t pull away because I wanted to,” he continues.

I tilt my head in confusion. “What do you mean?”

He licks his lips and runs a hand over his face before going on. “I enjoyed the kiss. I really did. I just….you went through a lot yesterday. Between finding out you were cheated on, sobbing in my arms, then almost being costed your title. I didn’t want you to think I was taking advantage of you.”

Taking advantage of me? Him?

I let out a quiet sigh of relief before running my hand through his curls. “Josh, I know you. How could you ever think like that?”

When he doesn’t respond, I continue.

“I kissed you because,” I stop and take a deep breath before continuing. “Because I’ve never had feelings like this for someone before. I thought I loved Kevin. I really did. Until I learned that my feelings were one-sided.”

He tilts his head. “What makes you say that?”

I sigh, pulling my hands back into my lap and fiddling with my fingers. “There’s something I never told you. I never told anyone, actually.”

Tears form in my eyes and I do my best to blink them away. “Any time Kevin wanted to get intimate with me, I’d push him away. I was scared. So scared. Scared of being used.”

Josh cups my face, as an attempt to comfort me. “Gi…”

“The only thing is,” I continue. “Whenever I didn’t give in, he’d make fun of me. Call me a baby. Gaslight me. He said he never wanted to be with me anyway. That there was hundreds of other girls in the division that would ‘appreciate him’ the way I couldn’t. And, I guess he proved that.”

As tears uncontrollably start rolling down my face, he sighs and pulls me into a hug.

I immediately hug back and quietly sob against his chest, as he rubs circles onto my back.

“Baby,” he begins, pulling away and cupping my face. “The only thing he proved yesterday is how trashy he is. How he could ever do something like that to someone as beautiful, loyal, kind-hearted, and incredible as you, I’ll never know.”

I wipe my tears with the sleeve of my hoodie and sniffle before he continues.

“But what I do know, is that you deserve a real man. Someone that’ll take their time with you. Someone that’ll make you feel like you have purpose. Make you feel important and loved.”

He moves his hands from my face and intertwines our fingers. “And if you let me, I’m willing to be that someone.”

I slightly raise my eyebrows in shock.

He? He as in Josh? As in my best friend? Wants to be with me?

I try to speak but the words won’t come.

How could they?

Instead, I lean in and press my lips to his.

He immediately kisses back, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me in closer.

Except this time, he doesn’t pull away. Not right away anyway.

When he does, it’s nice and slow. Slow enough to wake up the butterflies in my stomach that have been asleep for months.

“Is that a yes?” he teases, a smile on his face.

I giggle and nod. “Yes. A million times yes.”

He smiles and pulls me back in.

“I love you so much,” he mutters against my lips.

I smile in the kiss. “I love you too, Josh. I always have.”

Eventually, the kiss turns heated, his tongue ever so slightly grazing mine.

I let out a soft moan as he lightly tugs at my lips when we pull away.

“I wanna take my good ole time witchu baby,” he mumbles in between kisses to my neck. “But only if you’ll let me.”

I tilt my head to give him more access, my bottom lip in between my teeth, and my eyes fluttering closed. “P-Please.”

“Please what, hm?” he asks, stroking my sides. “Talk to me.”

“I need you,” I whisper, looking deep into his eyes. “I-I need you. So badly.”

A deep and sexy smirk grows on his face, as he tucks a curl behind me ear. “What my babygirl wants, my babygirl gets.”

My breath hitches in my throat before he gets off the bed and holds out his hand to me. “Cmon, lil mama.”

** smut warning! **

I take his hand and he leads us to the bathroom, where he starts a steaming hot shower.

Once the water is on, he turns back to me and helps me get undressed.

Soon enough, I’m fully naked and he scans my body up and down.

“Fuck baby,” he coos, half moan-half whisper. “Look at you.”

I smirk, stepping closer to him and wrapping my arms around his neck. “You like what you see, hm?”

He bites his lip and nods, looking down at me. “I love it. And I love you.”

“I love you,” I reply, standing on my tippy toes and connecting our lips once more.

He kisses back, grabbing handfuls of my ass in the process.

When we pull away, I tug at the hem of his t-shirt. “I believe you’re a little overdressed, sir.”

He smirks and looks down at his outfit. “I believe you’re right, ma’am. Help me?”

I giggle and kiss the corner of his mouth, before sliding my hands underneath his shirt and lifting it over his head.

From the sight of his tattoos, to his muscular chest, I’m already soaked.

I trail kisses down to his lower half, slowly getting on my knees in the process.

As soon as his sweats are off, I immediately take the waistband of his boxers between my teeth.

“Damn girl,” he mutters, a smirk plastered on his face. “You on demon time, huh?”

I nod, slowly but surely sliding down his underwear.

My eyes widen at the sight of his dick - at least eight inches, the prettiest shade of caramel with a pretty pink tip, the most perfect curve, and so so veiny.

He chuckles at my reaction and cups my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “Like what you see mama?”

“Mhm,” I hum in between more kisses, this time down his length.

“Fuck baby,” he moans breathlessly, throwing his head back slightly. “That’s right. Claim yo dick like a good girl.”

I smirk at his words and slowly take him into my mouth, grabbing it by the base and twirling my tongue around his length.

His moans become uncontrollable, as he grabs a fistful of my hair and bobbing my head up and down. “Your mouth takes this dick so good, lil baby.”

“She knows what belongs to her,” I coo, scooping foamy spit from my chin and stroking him with it.

“That’s right baby,” he replies, running his fingers through my hair. “This dick is all yours.”

I smile and pucker my lips, to which he responds with leaning down and placing a deep kiss on them.

About a minute or two later, I feel his hips buck against my face, signaling that he’s close.

“F-fuck bae just like that,” he moans, grabbing ahold of the shower door. “Daddy’s so close for you.”

As if on cue, a warm and salty liquid fills my tongue, and soon my throat.

“Cmere mama,” he coos, gently grabbing my face and lifting me up.

When we’re finally face to face again, he showers my lips in numerous kisses.

“You did so good for me,” he praises, brushing my curls out of my face before simply staring at me, taking in my features. “My beautiful babygirl.”

I smile softly and brush our noses together. “Thank you, baby.”

He smiles back and kisses me once more before we get into the shower.

He gently presses me against the wall before getting on his knees.

“Daddy’s turn,” he mutters sexily, lifting one of my legs onto his shoulder.

My bottom lip slides in between my teeth, as he feathers kisses to each of my inner thighs.

A wave of pleasure immediately washes over me, as his tongue dips in between my folds.

“D-daddy fuck,” I whisper, my hips already squirming, and my fingers tugging onto his curls for dear life.

“Feels good baby?” he reassures, pulling away and sliding a finger into me. “You taste so fucking good.”

Moans uncontrollably pour out of me, the tongue and finger combo making me practically ascend.

A few moments later, I feel a pit in my stomach, signaling that I’m reaching my climax.

“You close mama?” he mutters against my skin, fingers still doing the Lord’s work.

I nod frantically in response. “U-uh huh.”

“Go on and cum for daddy baby,” he orders, stroking my thigh with his free hand. “Let loose for me.”

And on command, I do.

He licks me clean and stands up, immediately wrapping his arms around my waist.

“You feel okay baby?” he reassures, stroking my sides and kissing my temple.

I nod and wrap my arms around his neck, running my fingers through his mullet. “More than okay.”

He smiles and pecks my lips. “Good. You ready for daddy to fuck you?”

I automatically nod in response, causing him to chuckle.

He picks me up and holds me against the wall.

“Legs around my waist baby,” he instructs, lining his dick up with my entrance.

I do as I’m told and take a deep breath as he slowly enters me.

“Fuck mama,” he groans. “This pussy was made for me. Shit feels like a glove.”

I moan in response, digging my face into his neck.

With every thrust, I feel more and more ascended to heaven.

“You gonna cum with daddy, baby?” he eventually asks, rubbing deep circles onto my hips.

I nod, my nails digging into his back.

“Use your words mama,” he demands. “Only pretty girls that use their words get to cum with their daddy.”

“Y-yes daddy,” I utter in between moans. “I’m s-so close.”

He applies a couple kisses to my sweet spot, just below my ear.

His thrusts become sloppier, signaling that he’s close once more. “Cum, baby. Cum with daddy.”

We release in sync, him in me and me on him.

** smut over! **

Panting like crazy, I climb off of him and lean against the wall.

He licks his lips and cups my face. “You good, mama?”

I nod, a tired but satisfied smile on my face. “So good. Thank you for taking care of me, baby.”

He smiles and gently grabs my face, pulling it up to meet his lips.

In the midst of rinsing out his hair, I take a moment just to acknowledge how gorgeous he is.

His gorgeously brown eyes, perfectly round nose, beautiful plump lips.

All of this is really mine now. It feels like a fever dream.

“You’re so handsome,” I coo, staring into his eyes and running my fingers through his curls.

He looks down at me smiling, stroking either side of my face. “That was random.”

I smile back. “Well, that doesn’t make it any less true.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “I appreciate you, mama. Thank you.”

With yet another kiss, we finish up our shower and hop out.

“Talk about the most perfect day,” Josh exclaims, joining me under the blanket and wrapping me in his arms. “Waffle House for breakfast and bagged the most beautiful girl in the world.”

I smile softly and place a kiss on his chest. “You’re something else, Joshua.”

He chuckles and kisses my temple. “Goodnight, ma.”

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excuse this silly drawing but— once upon a time i thought of a padme!survives au where she raises the twins in tatooine but she has no idea who vader is and it went a little something like this: Padmé eyed her five-year-old daughter from across the table. Leia was in a grumpier mood than usual, evidenced in the way she gripped her spoon tightly and the way she chomped on her breakfast like an angry Sarlaac. (Padmé was reminded of how her baby girl looked a lot like Anakin, especially when she was this way. Her heart clenched at the thought.)

"Leia," Padmé said when she was no longer able to take the silence. "Sweetie, what's wrong?" And where in the galaxy was Luke? Leia grumbled a reply, one that her mother could barely hear. "Use your words, sweetheart," Padmé chastised half-heartedly. "I said," Leia huffed, looking up finally, her brown eyes meeting its identical, yet older, counterpart. "Why didn't you tell me about Daddy?" The admission caught the former senator off-guard.

Padmé's brows furrowed, confused. "What do you mean, baby? Of course I've told you about Daddy." About one side of him, anyway. The one of the kind Jedi Knight, her handsome protector. Of her sweet husband, the love of her life. Of the man who was so excited to have a baby, but had fallen along with the demise of the Republic before he had gotten the chance to know that he was a father of two. "No, Mama," Leia argued. "I mean— why didn't you tell me Daddy was alive?"

Before Padmé got a chance to react, Luke bounded into their small dining area, hands clutching a piece of paper close to his chest. "Mama!" Luke exclaimed excitedly. "Look, I drew Daddy!"

He slammed the tiny piece of paper onto the table.

Padmé paled at what she saw.

She almost balked at the words "DADDY" scribbled in his childlike handwriting, underneath the sketch of the galaxy's most feared.

She took a deep breath after a moment of silence. "Luke," she whispered shakily. Her son had a smile so bright she didn't have the heart to warn him of the man — if Vader even was one? — on paper.

The Empire had little of its propaganda on the sand planet; how in the living Force was Luke able to conjure the image of Palpatine's right hand man? Worse, why was Luke suddenly calling him his father? It didn't make sense.

It was Leia who brought Padmé out of her state of shock. "It's not fair!" the little girl cried. "How come Luke gets to dream of Daddy but not me!"

Padmé was having a hard time comprehending. "You dreamt of him?" She asked Luke, who was still eyeing his work of art proudly.

"Yeah!" Luke nodded his head happily. "I dreamt of him, Mama! He had a big black suit and a glowy red sword and he said he was Daddy!"

"Luke," Padmé started again. Kriff, she didn't want to break his heart. "Are you sure, sweetie? It was only just a dream."

Dreams. Force forbid, Padmé had to deal with another one. The last important dream belonging to a certain someone ended up costing her her entire world.

"I'm sure, Mama," Luke said seriously. "He walked up to me and said, 'Luke, I am your father!' He was very tall! Do you think I can get to be as tall as Daddy, Mama?"

Padmé blinked once. Twice.

After everything she'd ever been through, she didn't think that she'd be caught off guard by anything anymore.

She didn't want to believe it. This was all simply a misunderstanding. Luke had been always wanting to meet his Daddy; maybe her baby boy was just projecting, his wishes manifesting itself in his dreams and imagination.

Not all visions by Force users turned out to be true; she was living proof of that.

Padmé watched as Luke continued to boast about his encounter with his supposed father, Leia pouting in jealousy beside him. Right. Luke was just a boy. It was only just a dream. She could already see the difficult conversation ahead with her twins.

But then she couldn't help thinking... why would Luke picture Vader, of all the people? She needed a chat with Obi-wan. Soon. (check out the rest of my stuff: masterpost)

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Numbers l Chapter One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Disabled OC

Content Warning: Mention of disability, mention of disability limitations, I think that's about it.

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: It's the first day of Brooke Bevan's dream job working as a technical analyst for the Behavioral Analyst Unit in the FBI. She knows girls like her don't get jobs like these every day so she doesn't want to blow it. What she wasn't expecting, was to meet a dapper genius her age....

a/n: AAAAAHHH I'm so excited to finally be posting this! This series is my baby and I'm so excited to share. I'm really passionate about writing disabled characters since I'm disabled myself, and I've noticed a lack of Spencer Reid x Disabled OC content, so I figured why not do it myself? Shout out to @just-call-me-by-yn & @floraisunwell for pushing me to go forward with this idea! I'm so happy I met you both! Also credit to @just-call-me-by-yn for making this awesome banner for me 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

Story: “Hey, thanks for meeting me downstairs. You would think for a government building, they would have easier to reach elevator buttons for everyone.” I joke, trying to break the ice with the person I’ll be spending most of my time with.

Although that didn’t seem to be a problem because the second I entered the lobby, Penelope Garcia, BAU Technical Analyst Extraordinaire, was standing right in the middle wearing white dress covered in colorful flowers, pink cardigan, matching kooky glasses, yellow heels, and all wrapped up in a smile that could possibly blind an elderly person. It was at that moment, I knew work, at least, wouldn't be boring.

“Oh honey, no problem, I probably would have raced to the lobby even if you didn’t call just so I could be the first one to greet you.” Penelope giggled. I opened my mouth to add my own witty humor but instantly got cut off. “You know normally I don’t love newbies joining the team, especially newbies entering my expertise, but I had a feeling when I found out you were another techy kick butt girl? Oh my gosh I was so excited!” Penelope added, almost seeming out of breath now from her said excitement.

All I could do was giggle and nod in agreement.

It was a relief to know I didn’t embarrass myself in the first few minutes on the job. I knew the fact that I got this job was an accomplishment. Girls like me don’t get jobs like these everyday. Girls like me who have no use of their legs and have limited muscle strength, do not get jobs in the Behavioral Analysis Unit in the FBI. Though it was my dream, the moment when I couldn't reach the elevator buttons was an honest wake up call

Ever since I was little I loved the idea of saving others and catching bad guys. When other girls were painting their nails, or playing princess, I was in the city library reading about Ted Bundy. Strange for a 12 year old girl, I know, but I couldn’t stop thinking about why people did what they did. Don’t worry I still enjoyed dolling up my nails every once in a while.

Obviously it was no secret I couldn’t run after criminals, or even use a gun so I knew it was probably a pipe dream. So I shifted gears, got into tech and code. I could do that. With the right adaptive technology, I could run laps around any encryption. Luckily I never used my powers for evil. In high school I learned about technical analysts who worked for the FBI. That was it, that was my path.

The elevator opened and I followed Penelope through the glass doors, into the bullpen I saw in my college textbooks. If it wasn’t clear by my beaming smile, I was almost start struck by the sight of all the agents sitting at the desks working and I got to be one of them. One agent stood out though because instead of flipping through files or paperwork, he was playing chess, by himself. The other odd thing was he looked about my age. I expected to be the youngest one on the team because by some miracle, I got this job only a few years after graduating college. His floppy curly brown hair shielded his eyes slightly, but even from where I was, I could tell they were brown.

Penelope’s voice took me out of my trance and my eyes snapped up to look at her “Hotch told me to come get him when you arrived since well…” She gestured to the wheels of my motorized wheelchair, then up to the door in the middle of the walkway above the main level of the bullpen with a small awkward giggle “Stairs, so I’ll be right back.” I snicker slightly then nod, sending her up the stairs and into the room she pointed to.

While waiting, my gaze goes back to the chess playing guy. He was young but dressed like an old man, suit, tie, and everything. There was something wise about him, like his looks were youthful but it seemed like he’s seen some things.

Hotch’s office door opened before he and Penelope made their way down the steps. I met them halfway, holding out my hand as best I could with a smile “Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner, Brooke Bevan, it’s seriously an honor to be working with you.” In my defense, I didn't mean to sound like a fan girl, it just came out that way.

With a firm grip, Hotch shook my hand “Welcome, we’re eager to have you.” Already I could tell the rumors were true. Aaron Hotchner was all business and it looked like he hadn’t smiled in at least a month. He was the man in charge for a reason though, the number of successful cases couldn’t lie.

Hotch reaches into his suit jacket and pulls out the thing that makes all this official. My face beams as my heart races in my chest. “Here are your credentials. As you should already know, you must keep these on you.” I nod while practically ogling the FBI symbol on the front of my credentials. “Penelope can introduce you to everyone.” Hotch explains while placing the booklet on my lap then heads back up to his office.

Penelope practically shakes with excitement “It’s official newbie!” She was right. I am now Brooke Bevan, Technical Analyst for the FBI, it had a nice ring to it. “Come and meet everyone!” Penelope chimes before leading to a group sitting in the middle of the bullpen.

A dark-haired girl looks up from the file she was reading and her face lights up when she sees us coming “Hey! You must be Brooke.” She stands up and shakes my hand “I’m Emily Prentis, it’s nice to meet you. Hotch has said good things.”

I grin with a nod before one by one introduces themselves with a handshake. Derek Morgan, David Rossi, then Jennifer Jareau who apparently goes by JJ. Finally there was Chess Guy. I hold out my hand before he awkwardly waves it off with a small smile “I-I actually don’t do handshakes. Did you know according to studies, a handshake can transfer a significant amount of bacteria, with research showing that a handshake transmits nearly twice as many bacteria compared to a high five and significantly more than a fist bump, which is considered the most hygienic greeting option du-”

“And that is Dr. Spencer Reid.” JJ cut him off with a small amused laugh.

My eyes blink a few times, trying to drink in the info dump plus the fact that JJ just said doctor. My eyebrows furrow a little in confusion “You look a little young to be a doctor…” My voice trails off.

That’s when Penelope speaks up “Reid is our team genius.”

Reid sheepishly “I don’t really believe you can quantify knowledge but I do have an IQ of 187 and eidetic memory.”

I give another stunned look and utter “Huh…” To be honest I couldn’t recall knowing anyone with that amount of smarts, I couldn’t help but be impressed. “How about a high five then?” I finally say with a smile while holding out my hand.

Spencer’s face seemed to light up and he reached out to give me a high five.

Suddenly Hotch comes out with a thick file folder in his hand, his presence commanding attention. “We have a case.”

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