#the 'forcing you to be with her against your will' was honestly a little bit of a dig at canon!sasusaku because blergh
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Suguru enters into the classroom with a sleepy greeting and is met with two wide-eyed stares. It was the morning after he got back from a particularly irritating mission. Not only did it take longer than expected, but the curse he was dealing with was just plain annoying.
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It would have been fun if Satoru was with him like he was supposed to be, but Yaga had separated them as a punishment. So they were sent on solo missions apart.
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"What?" He asks slowly as they continue to stare at him. He looks down at his uniform. Nothing seemed out of place. It's not like he showed up to class without pants. Though, Satoru would probably have enjoyed that.Â
"What the fuck happened?" Satoru exclaims as he shoots out of his chair, it clatters to the floor at the force. He's rounding his desk and coming right for Suguru. The black-haired boy can only watch Satoru with confusion etched into his features.Â
"Where did it go?" Satoru gestures to him wildly, looking a little frantic. Suguru just stares at him. What the hell is he going on about?
"He means your hair, dumbass." Shoko says as her teeth clack against the sucker she rolls around in her mouth.Â
Oh. He forgot about that.Â
"Ah, the curse got a chunk of it. It was this ball with a bunch of razor blades on it. I just cut the rest off for it to be even." He hears a sharp intake of breath from Satoru. His hand unconsciously goes up to tugs at the ends that now fall around his ears.Â
It was much shorter now. Suguru didn't mind it. Sure, he liked it longer, but this was fine, too. His showers would be a lot shorter now.Â
"Shoko, use your RCT to fix his hair!" Satoru demands, pointing to Suguru as he looks expectantly at her. She doesn't even blink.
"That's not how that works, idiot." She says blandly. It wasn't a big deal. Except it seemed to be that way to Satoru, who looked absolutely devastated as his gaze fell to the shorter black tresses.Â
"Satoru," he calls out softly as he steps closer to the other boy. They are nose to nose, and Suguru gives him a smile as he brings his hands up to cup Satoru's face lovingly.
"It's just hair. It will grow back." He tries to sound reassuring. Satoru blinks rapidly, and Suguru notices his eyes looking glassy. 'Aw,' he thinks. 'How adorable.'
"But I liked it long." His mouth wobbles a bit, and Suguru can't help but coo at him. It was honestly so cute how upset Satoru is over his hair. He'll grow it out again and keep it long since Satoru seemed to like it so much.Â
Satoru runs a hand through Suguru's hair with a pout. With a laugh at the other boy's actions, Suguru starts leaning in for a kiss.
"I swear, if you guys kiss in front of me, I won't heal you the next time you fuck up. I'll let you suffer." Suguru doesn't heed her warning and leans forwards anyways to press a kiss to Satoru's pouty lips. Oh well, guess he'll suffer.Â
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hello! hope youâre okay after the ending, honestly I donât think any of us are.
I wanted to request a rafe x pogue reader where itâs that boat storm scene and instead of Sarah falling itâs reader and sheâs just drowning and Rafe jumps in after her. He doesnât know why he did it but he just has a soft spot for her and itâs just really angsty but also cute.
thanks! I love your account btw!
In The Sea
Summery: the anon
Words: 2.5k
Warnings: grammar mistakes
A\N: thank you to everyone who has been requesting it makes me very happy xxx
You stand at the edge of the deck, clutching the railing as the boat rocks, waves rolling against the hull. The salty breeze whips your hair around your face, and the peaceful ocean sounds made you think about the current situation.
You didn't expect Rafe to save you and your friends from being arrested, much less expect him to find a boat big and resistant enough to drive you all to Morocco Africa to find the blue crown. It was truly a surprise considering you and Rafe's history.
âSo what? Are we just on our way to Africa now?â Kiara asked the group as if she couldn't believe that Rafe Cameron was willingly helping them.
âQuick little weekend trip?â She added to her previous sentence.
âWhat about Rafe? We know what he did to the cross and now we want to go after the crown with him?â You and the rest of the pogue's lips go into a thin line at the memory.
âSarah, you're his family, how do deal with himâ John B said, finding no other options.
âI don't- I don't know, I think maybe y/n might have a chance of convincing him to behave but..â she shrugged and you felt the stares of your friends burn holes through you. Your past relationship with him was a secret to nobody.
âWe- we just have to talk to him, or at least tryâ You proposed earning a frown from JJ.
âTalk to Rafe? When has he ever just communicated with us?âÂ
âTalking to him is the only option we have, but you're definitely not talking with him,â John B said and as expected everyone nodded and hummed, agreeing. JJ was in no place to talk with Rafe.
âWhy not? What did I do?â He asked, getting almost frustrated.
âWe all know you and him are far from being civil, the last thing we need is you triggering him and causing troubleâ His girlfriend, Kiara, tried to explain the easiest way but he still got defensive. After a couple of bickering from JJ and John b You finally decide to go speak with him, who was driving the boat not too far away from the deck.
âHey,â You knock on the metal and rusted door before entering and walking up to him. His eyes catch yours and there's a tension between the two of you. But Rafe only tilts his head to acknowledge you.
You swallow, feeling the weight of his stare. "We just want to talk," you say, steadying your voice as the rest of your friends beside JJ follow behind you.
âAll right let's talkâ Rafe chuckles, and itâs low, almost a whisper.Â
Your mind goes almost blank as you take him in, you haven't been this close since you were forced in the same room by Sighs men last year. You had almost forgotten how much you missed him.
âYou guys be cool I'll be coolâ His voice snapped you out of your daydream, realizing you had missed a bit of the conversation.
âSo now you want peace?â Pope leaned back and scoffed, not believing a word that came out of his mouth.
âI just saved all your asses, how about a thank you?â He glanced at all of you one by one, but he only earned silence,
âListen I don't want any part of your little fairytale treasure hunt bullshit, I'm just looking for Groffâ Heâs breathing heavily, holding himself back from adding more snark,
âHey, Rafe!â Before anyone can react, JJâs fist flies through the air, cracking against Rafeâs jaw with a force that echoes.
Rafeâs head snaps back, his expression stunned for a split second before he crumples, hitting the hard metal floor. For a moment, everyone is frantic, staring at the lifeless form sprawled across the floor, his eyes closed, completely knocked out.
âholy shitâ
âJesus JJ what's your problemâ
âWhoo that felt goodâ Tired of JJ's crazy actions the girls walk away shaking their heads in disbelief until you are the only one staying behind.
JJ stands over him, breathing heavily, the adrenaline still pulsing through him as he looks down at Rafe. His fist is red, already bruising, but he doesnât seem to care.
âWhat is wrong with you?â You look at him, feeling a rush of shock mixed with panic. You fall to your knees next to Rafe and quickly look over his injuries, softly rubbing your thumb on his jaw. Â âIf he didn't do it I was going to do itâ Pope added only worsening the situation. You shook your head and furrowed your eyebrows at his sentence.
After the pogues agreed it was probably not a good idea to let Rafe free in case he woke up and decided to shoot you all with his âpeacemakerâ you tied him up in a small cabin. His head hung low, his wrists were bound to a stainless steel pole and his legs were uncomfortably folded beneath him. Your heart clenched at the sight of him but still decided to leave him there until he woke up.
You open the door to the cabin slowly with a tray of warmed-up canned spaghetti in hand, it wasn't the best but it was all the boat had.
âI brought you food..â You whispered before bending down to place the tray in front of him.
âgreatâ he sighed.
âI found aspirin in the medicine cabinet, I figured you'd have a headache, maybe even a concussionâÂ
âRight⊠are you gonna throw it in my mouth like a seal or somethingâ He scoffed again clearly angered,
âThey don't trust you Rafe⊠but if you do the right thing maybe they will open up a little bitâ
âI am doing the right thing! I helped youâ He tried pulling against the restraints but failed.Â
âI know okay? I know but unfortunately, I don't have a choice but to let you in here until we get there, I'm sorryâ you whispered and pushed the tray closer to him. âPlease eat,â You said and left closing the large door behind you.
For a moment you stayed behind the door listening closely. âY/N come back!â he grunts and kicks his feet on the ground. âFucking untie me please!!â he screamed and you jumped when you heard the tray you had just put down on the floor fly into the wall.
Pope leaning over the side, is the first to spot the flicker of movement beneath the water. "Guys! I see one!" exclaims, his voice a mixture of excitement and focus. He scrambles for the fishing rod, almost knocking over the tackle box in his rush.
John B is right beside him, laughing. âWe've got our dinner!" he laughs.
âGuys, this oneâs huge!â Kie giggles with the boys knowing we were all set for dinner time tonight.
You all spent the rest of the day cooking the fish you caught and preparing side dishes with some good music in the background.
Until it was time for Rafa's second meal.
You open the door carefully and his eyes catch yours, this time you don't speak, simply set the tray of seasoned salmon down in front of him.
Has you were about to close the door you hear him.
âWait, y/n. Can you please- can you give me the forkâ his tone is much softer than before so you can't deny him.Â
You get down and pick up the utensil his bound hands couldnât reach.
âThank youâ He murmured, and you barely heard him as you closed the door behind you once again.
The sky darkens ominously as thunder rumbles in the distance, low and threatening. Waves crash harder against the hull of the boat, tossing it with a force that leaves you gripping onto anything within reach. The storm monitor flashes red to show the storm coming ahead of you.
âThat's not good,â John B says.
âWe're gonna have to try to blast through it,â Pope says, not finding any better options.
âWhy can't we go south?â Kie asks genuinely.
âThe current is gonna be against us we don't have a choiceâ John B agreed even after trying to find safer options, the boat's roar has Pope push the lever controlling the engine to the max.Â
The waves make the boat shift side to side making it difficult to stay up and steady.
Another massive wave crashes over the side, drenching them all, and you lose your footing, sliding across the deck until Kie grabs your arm, pulling you back.
âHold on to somethingâ Kie yells at you pope and Sarah and you all grip onto the nearest thing.
âHey!â a distant voice echoes through the walls.
âCut me loose! Y/N! Somebody!â Rafe screamed and banged his fists on the wall.
âGet me out of here!â Everyone listens but doesn't move a finger.
âWe have to let him outâ You scramble to your feet but jerk back when Cleo grabs your wrist.
âNo!â she says trying to stop you but you pulled back.
âHe's gonna drownâ You pull open rapidly the drawers trying to find something sharp, able to cut the thick ropes wrapped around Rafe's hands.
The storm is relentless, its fury tossing you around like a rag doll as you try to reach him. Â
You cling to the railing, struggling to stay upright as the boat lurches violently, nearly sending you sprawling across the floor. Your legs buckle under you. You come crashing through the door and walk onto the water-soaked floor knife in hand.
âCut me looseâ he begs.
Crouching in front of him you began frantically cutting the rope. Your muscles burn with how much pressure you're using.
âShit,â You say when a sudden jerk of the boat makes your face come inches apart from his, lips almost touching. You don't have time to think as you regain your balance and continue cutting the bounds.
âThere! Come onâ you yelled and quickly grasped his hands to pull him up from the floor.
You both run to shelter but the boat jerks side to side even more violently,
âSomething is wrong I have to go see!âÂ
âNo!â Rafe tried holding on to you but you were already rushing away onto the deck where waves came crashing, a massive wave rose out of the dark, towering over the boat like a shadow.
You barely had time to think before it crashed down, an icy, unforgiving wall of water that slammed into you with the force of a sledgehammer. The impact was too strong and you were thrown backward, landing hard on the deck. Pain explodes through your shoulder, the wind knocks from your lungs. Dazed and gasping, you try to get up, but the boat tips again, and before you can stand, another wave strikes.
This one is worse, merciless, catching you just as you struggle to rise. Your fingers graze the edge of the railing, but the slick metal slips through your grasp. In an instant, the world spins as you are thrown away from the boat, the cold, raging ocean swallowing you whole.
The water is a shock, freezing and chaotic, disorienting you as you plunge beneath the surface. You thrash, fighting to reach the surface, lungs burning, but the waves toss you back and forth, each effort to rise met with another rush of icy water.
Back on the boat, Rafe catches a glimpse of you disappearing over the side, and his heart stops. âY/N!â he screams, panic cutting through the storm. Without a second thought, he scrambles to the railing, nearly slipping himself as he peers out into the dark, searching for any sign of you.
âWhere is she!â Sarah came rushing to her brother
âShe fell overboardâ he yells already reaching for a rope with the floating boyee. Heâs soaked, exhausted, and barely steady, but thereâs no hesitation as he jumps in after you.
âRafe no!â She screams after her brother.
A wave slams into Rafe. âY/N!!â he yells in the water as he sees you trying to stay above the water far away.
With the last of your strength, You swim faster and harder towards Rafe and reach out when you're near, fingers brushing his arm, grasping it tight. Rafe holds you with everything he has.
âI got youâ But you don't hear him in the storm.
You both hold on to each other your arms around his neck and his around your waist as the boat floats away and the night turns into a void.
âHey, open your eyes, look at meâ You feel gentle hands grasping on your face as you finally sit up coughing out the water that filled your lungs.
âThat's itâ The hands rub your back in a comforting way.
The sand is hot beneath you, warming up your skin, and with exhaustion, you fall onto Rafe's chest.
âHey you okay?â panicked, he grabs onto your shoulder and pushes you a little bit to take a good look at your face.
âYou jumped after me,â you whispered.
âOf course I didâ You look up at him, heart pounding, feeling a rush of gratitude, fear, and something deeperâsomething thatâs been smouldering beneath the surface, unspoken, for far too long. Your eyes shine with tears, not sad and not happy either but grateful.Â
His hand reaches up, brushing a strand of wet hair from your face, his fingers lingering against your skin. His touch is warm, and grounding, and you feel your heart racing even faster under his gaze, intense and unreadable, like heâs seeing you for the first time.
Without another thought, you lean in, closing the space between the two of you as you press your lips to his, a spark igniting into a wildfire the moment you connect. Rafeâs surprise melts away instantly, and he kisses back, fierce and unrestrained, his hands finding your waist.
The kiss is charged, fueled by adrenaline, and a longing that neither of you can deny any longer. Your hands find his shoulders, clinging to him, grounding you in his warmth, his strength, the feel of his heartbeat thundering beneath your touch.Â
Rafeâs fingers trail up your back, sending shivers along your spine, and his lips move against yours with an urgency that speaks of everything left unspoken.
When you finally pull apart, breathless, Rafeâs forehead rests against yours, his eyes searching yours as he lets out a shaky laugh, almost in disbelief.
âYou saved my lifeâ you smile, brushing a thumb over his cheek, still feeling the warmth of his kiss lingering on your lips. âI love you, I've always loved youâ you whisper, and before you know it, you're kissing again, the ocean waves crashing nearby, the world forgotten as you lose yourselves in each other.
âI never stopped loving you,â he whispered.
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LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACCIĂN - AN EDDIE MUNSON X READER AU
credit for cute lil cut off divider: @cafekitsune
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18+ â MINORS DNI
pairing: eddie munson x pornstar!reader
summary: eddie is short on rent this month and needs quick cash, luckily he stumbles upon an ad for casting in an adult film and finds himself shooting a porno with you
contains: strangers to lovers trope, drug and alcohol use, mentions of smoking, awkward situations, oral (f and m receiving), p in v (unprotected â be safe pls), mentions of people being judgemental of readers line of work, mentions of anal, slightly exhibitionism, lots of smut, a sliver of mechanic!eddie, and eddie being the charming loser he's always been <3
word count: 13.5k (i am so fucking sorry omg)
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Eddie might be way in over his head.
Eddieâs been naked in front of groups of people before (the high school boy's locker room is a scary place to be, honestly), but never in those awful days of forced physical education was Eddieâs dick the center of everyoneâs attention.
Itâs weird, no doubt about it, standing at the front of a conference room with a table full of producers and writers and whatnot just⊠ogling Eddieâs naked frame.
âCan you lift your dick, please? So we can see your balls.â
Yeah. This is definitely going at the top of Eddieâs âweird things Iâve done for moneyâ list.
Still, Eddie reaches down and presses his dick up against his lower stomach to give his audience an unrestricted view of his balls.
Jesus.
âOkay, you can put your clothes back on.â
Honestly, Eddie wouldnât be in this situation if it werenât for Robert, the manager at Eddieâs jobâ well, old job.Â
Robert had some kind of weird fucking vengeance out for Eddie. Maybe it was because Eddie came back high from, like, most of his lunch breaks, but should that really matter if Eddie still got the job done? How coherent do you have to be to organize music records by name? Not very fuckinâ much.
Robert disagreed, though, so he fired Eddie.
Robert was an asshole, though, and whenever Eddie would nicely warn him, âHey, Rob, Iâm gonna be out of town next Saturday,â Robert would still fucking schedule him to close on that exact day!Â
Good riddance.
Except now, Eddieâs short on rent for the month, which is why heâs found himself standing fully naked in a room full of adult filmmakers.
Eddieâs almost dropped out of this deal ten times by now. He wasnât sure if he was keen on the idea of his bare, naked body being out for the entire world and future generations to see. But then Eddie thought about it, and, well, heâs got a pretty decent cock. Itâs an average size, and itâs not weird looking or anything, and his balls donât sagâ and, like, isnât his dick primarily the star of the show? Eddie Jr. could pass for a star, Eddie thinks, and so do the people looking at it right now.Â
And he also really fucking needs the money, so. Porn it is.
Whatever.
Eddie could deal with it as long as he gets enough money to keep a roof over his head. Which reminds himâ âHey, uh, how much will I be getting paid, by the way?â
Eddieâs now fully clothed, car keys in hand, and ready to go now that heâs been dismissed, and heâs scratching the back of his neck as he waits for an answer.
One of the men at the table (Eddie thinks his name is Brian, but heâs not 100% sure) glances up at Eddie from the pile of papers heâd been sorting through, âEight hundred for the booking and ten percent from the sales.â
Which, yeah, that covers Eddieâs rent. It also leaves a little bit of change in Eddieâs pocket, so âSweet.â Eddie nods.
So, Eddie follows one of the assistants to her office, where she hands Eddie a file with the word SCRIPT written in bold and red letters, âRead over it, practice the lines a few times, do whatever you need to do to prepare for Friday.â She kindly smiles.
Sheâs sweet. Short, stout, and pretty, and she has these cute glasses that remind Eddie of a ladybug. Eddie takes the manila folder, bowing his head with a cheesy smile, âThank you, Emily.âÂ
âSo, will I be getting a costume? Do pornos still have those dramatic plots with, like, pirates and shit?â Eddie rambles as he cracks the folder open to take a gander.
Emily snorts, âSure, but unfortunately, youâre not a pirate for this one,â Eddie glances at her and dramatically pouts, âYou will be taking on the role of a neighbor. Pretty simple and easy, not much setup needed, but Iâm sure youâll see that when you read over the script.â
Eddie looked over the script as soon as he got in his van, and Emily was right: thereâs not much setup at all. Thereâs a few cheesy lines, cliche porno shit that definitely gets skipped over, and then they go straight to fucking. Eddie tries to run his lines a few times, but then he fails miserably, so he ends up tossing the script in his passenger seat and making a mental note to look at it later.
How hard can it be?
Apparently pretty fucking hard.
Itâs Friday, and Eddieâs a chaotic mess as he walks in through the doors of the film studio. Heâd just spent the last 30 minutes in his van trying to practice his lines, but Eddie was never the greatest theater kid, and the lines wouldnât stick, so he ended up smoking a joint to ease his nerves.
People are bustling around the room, calling out orders and setting up lights, mics, furnitureâ the whole mile. Itâs an entire ordeal that Eddie has walked into, and for a second, Eddie forgets that heâs one of the actual stars when someone walks up to him and says, âYou're the new talent?â
âHuh?â
âNew talent. Are you the guy weâre filming today?â
Eddie glances around and catches a glimpse of a half-naked girl eyeing him from across the room as a lady fixes her hair for the cameraman. Sheâs pretty. Gorgeous, actually. Nice body and soft-looking skin that Eddie would like to sink his teeth into and leave pretty little marks.
âUh, yeah. Yeah, Iâm Eddie.â
âGood. Youâre late.â
Shit. Eddie mustâve lost track of time while practically hacking up a lung in his hotboxed van.
The person drags Eddie to a vanity and nudges him toward the high chair, âYouâll get your hair and makeup done, then we should be rolling in about half an hour.âÂ
Itâs jarring, really, seeing the amount of work that goes into the shitty raunchy films Eddie jacks off to, but itâs captivating nonetheless. Eddie can see the movement behind him through the vanity mirror, but heâs more focused on the pretty girl still posing for the camera. If thatâs the girl Eddie will be working with, then this will be way easier than Eddie thought it would be because heâs already getting hard. Some might call it pathetic, but oh well.
âHiya, hon! You the new talent?â A chirpy girl walks up behind Eddie, pearly white teeth and glossed lips working in tandem as she chews her gum and blows a quick bubble. She doesnât wait for Eddieâs response as she digs her fingers into Eddieâs curly strands, tossing and gently pulling them about to see what sheâs working with.Â
Her name is Nicki. Sheâs friendly and very talkative; Eddie comes to learn, because for the majority of the time that sheâs working on Eddieâs hair, her mouth is running nonstop. Eddie doesnât mind, though; honestly, it helps to take his mind off of whatever the fuck heâs gotten himself into.
Emily, the assistant from earlier, walks up to the vanity, her cute ladybug glasses slipping down her nose as she steps into Eddieâs viewâ and Eddie is happy to see a familiar and kind face. âWill you be needing a fluffer?â
Eddie blinks, eyes fluttering when the hairstylist dusts his bangs over his lashes, âUhâ a what now?â
Nicki loudly pops her gum as she shakes a can of hairspray, âA fluffer, honey. Someone to jack you off and get you ready for the scene.âÂ
Eddieâs eyes widened for a split second, and he made the mistake of glancing over at the girl who was still modeling across the room. Her tits are out now, and theyâre perfect, and she catches Eddieâs eyes for the second time, and it makes his already stiffened cock stir within his pants.
Eddie shakes his head as he looks back at Emily, his voice higher when he responds, âNo, I uh⊠I think Iâm good.â
Which, duh. Eddie's dick is practically breaking the seams of his jeans because of the pretty girl, and itâs only getting worse because now sheâs walking toward him dressed in a white robe. âYou must be Eddie.â
Eddieâs surprised you know his name, but then he figures, obviously, you must know his name given the fact that youâre about to let him swing his dick near you. âThatâs me,â Eddie smiles, âYou must be⊠Iâm sorry nobodyâs told me anything.â He awkwardly laughs.
You nod with a shrug and tell him your name, âIs this your first time filming?â You ask.
Eddie nods, âIs it that obvious?â He nervously asks. You shrug, âMost guys in the industry need more than a pair of tits to get that hard.â You nod towards Eddieâs crotchâ and oh god. How embarrassing! She knows you were checking her out!
âNo need to be embarrassed though, Eddie. Pretty soon, youâll be shoving your cock down my throat, so.â
Eddieâs cock may have gotten harder from those words alone.
âA rookie? Seriously, Don?â
Your makeup is being done, so you donât see how your manager rolls her eyes at you. âWhen I said I wanted someone fresh, I didnât mean never-been-under-the-camera fresh.âÂ
The makeup artist finishes with your touch-ups, and you take the opportunity to turn to Don and glare at her, âHe doesnât know what heâs doing, Don.â
The older lady waves a dismissive hand, âHeâll do just fine, babe,â she deadpans. You shake your head, turning to look at the man of the hour. Heâs attractive; youâll give him that. Tall, pretty curly hair, sweet brown eyes, a panty-dropping voice. Sure, heâs attractive, okay. But heâs got no clue how to do this type of thing. Clearlyâ I mean, youâre literally watching him gaze down at the dildos that have been lined up for you as if heâs never seen one in his lifeâ which you doubt. If he knew how to find an adult filmmaking studio, then heâs definitely seen some fucking dildos.
You suppress a laugh when he accidentally drops a glass dildo, turning back to your manager as you ignore his chorus of apologies to the staff, âMy case in point.â
Don fails to hold back a laugh, âSo heâs a little off the walls,â she shrugs, âHeâs cute though. And his dick is nice. Trust me.â
And, well, sheâs not wrong.
Donâs never been one to lie without reason, so unfortunately, Eddieâs cock is nice. Pretty, even. Which is weird because after some time being in this industry, the thrill of a nice-looking cock has gotten lost on you because they practically all look the sameâ just different shades of colors, really.
But Eddieâs cock is nice in the sense that itâs real. Heâs not shot up with steroids to make it overly veiny and big or cleanly shaved or any of that superficial camera-ready shit. No, Eddie is natural. Heâs got neatly trimmed curly hairs across his pelvis that smell like his body wash when you nuzzle your nose against it, and heâs big enough to wrap your hand around, but you know the second he pushes inside of you, it will be a nice stretch. Heâs cut, and he has a slight curve to the left, and heâs so sensitive his cock jumps when you tap the pearly white drop that leaks from his tip. You giggle, shuffling forward on your knees as you stroke him.
Youâre already done with the opening scene, finally. Eddie couldnât remember any of his lines, so it took a lot longer than it shouldâve, but you think it was worth it either way because the way Eddie moans when you finally wrap your lips around his tip is the prettiest sound you think youâve ever heard.
âF-fuck,â He quietly curses, hips shifting as you swallow more of him. He sinks a slightly shaking hand into your hair, gently cupping your head as you work your mouth over him. Your eyes flutter to gaze up at him, and your stomach flutters at the cocky grin he gives you. âYouâve got such a good little mouth on you, sweetheart. Gonna let me fuck it?â
You hum and nod as best as you can with his cock in your mouth, and he hums, âOpen up for me, baby.â
You shift on your knees, finding a comfortable position for the action before blinking up at Eddie, indicating youâre ready. Eddieâs hands are steady and certain as he cups both sides of your head, holding you still as he draws his cock out once before slowly thrusting in until your throat tightens around his tip.
He fills your mouth so perfectly, just enough to where you wonât get bored, but you also wonât get an overly aching jaw, and you canât wait to feel him inside you. Canât wait to feel how his cock twitches when he first nestles deep in your walls or how much better the sounds he makes will be.
Itâs a nice feeling, having Eddie fuck your mouth, and you usually donât care much for shots like this because most of the time, itâs either underwhelming or overwhelming, but Eddie fucks your throat in a sense thatâs dirty yet so caring. Heâs spewing out filthy praises, and you're drooling onto his balls, but heâs looking at you with these soft brown eyes and caressing you so gently you might quiver. Fuck, you really wanted to hate him.
Behind the camera, the director makes a motion for you to cut to the next action, but since your back is to them, Eddie is the one that sees it and gently coaxes you off from his cock, cooing when you let out the smallest whine that only he can hear. He smiles, thumb running beneath your swollen lip to catch the strings of spit and cum, âWhat? You liked having me down your throat, sweet girl?â
You mewl, pressing your chin into his palm as you nod.
"Yeah. Want it, please?" You whisper. God, you didnât expect to be fucked out within the first scene. "Aw, maybe next time, princess. You can keep me warm as long as you'd like."
Itâs almost embarrassing, how much you like the sound of that and how it makes your tummy flip, but you donât have much time to think about it because Eddieâs ushering you up from the floor to climb onto the couch and straddle his lap.Â
Youâre both bare now, and when Eddie had first taken his shirt off, you wanted nothing more than to run your hands down his graffitied chest, but you were too busy sinking to your knees. But now you have the chance, and boy, do you fucking take it.
You marvel as you coast your hands across Eddieâs body, fingertips gliding through fields of inked stories and vast skin. His breath hitches when you graze over his nipples, and his hips shift beneath you, wet cock slipping against your sticky folds. You whimper, grinding down onto him, and he curses as he grabs ahold of your hips. âYâlike them?â He sweetly asks, referring to his tattoos.
"Yeah," you nod, grinding down harder to have his cock nestled between your folds, his ruddy tip nudging your clit. âI can tell you all about them if you want.â
You giggle at his timing, but before you can respond, a director speaks up from the side, âLess talking, please.â
Eddie glances over your shoulder and salutes the man, âRoger that, sir.â
You canât help but snort at his actions, but youâre quickly hushed when Eddie reaches down to paint his cock between your folds before lining himself up, âGo ahead and sit on it, baby.â He whispers.
You listen, nuzzling your face against his shoulder as you wriggle yourself down the length of his cock.
And god, you love being fucking right. The stretch is so good, better than you had imagined it to be, and you canât help the high-pitched moan that slips from your lips when Eddie thrusts up into you.Â
"O-oh. Oh fuck," You whimper. Youâre practically boneless as Eddie fucks you, your entire body just draped over him as his hands dig into your ass to help bounce you on his cock. âJesus fuckingâ you feel so good,â He pants, and you mewl, cunt clenching around his cock as he drills up into you. âYou gonna cum for me, hm? Be my best girl and cum for me. I know youâll sound so pretty.â He whispers.
Before you know it, youâre moaning out and writhing in Eddieâs hold, juices dripping down his cock and forming a sticky mess in the patch of curls at his base as you cum.
âLetâs have a shot from the back.âÂ
Your body feels weightless as you and Eddie change positions so youâre on all fours. Youâre blinking through a hazy fog, and it feels so good. Eddieâs hands send chills up your spine as they grip your waist and tug you towards him.Â
âOh, baby, youâre shaking,â Eddie hums, running his hands over the fat of your ass, thumbs digging into the skin to spread you open. Youâre so wet you can hear the sticky noise of your folds parting, and Eddie groans as he watches your pussy clench around nothing. âYou open up so well for me, sweet girl.âÂ
Jesus.
You donât get much of a warning before you feel Eddie lapping and sucking at your cunt, devouring you until youâre nothing but a mess of moans and quivering limbs.
Jesus Christ, that wasnât in the fucking script. Half of the shit Eddieâs doing isnât in the fucking script, and it's making your head spin.
God, who is this man?
You whimper his name, reaching a shaky hand back to grapple at his hair, and Eddie nuzzles his face deeper into your cunt, nose nudging your ass in a way that makes your toes curl. Heâs good. Heâs really good, youâll give him that.
You and Eddie go at it for about an hour, switching positions and pausing every now and then to get a good shot of your cunt wrapped around Eddieâs cock, or Eddieâs tongue lapping over your clit or tits.
And it's fun doing this with Eddie.
Eddie is like a breath of fresh air. Most guys in this industry are stuck up and make things annoyingly serious, and most girls are either bitchy or just want to get it over with, which you donât blame them for.Â
But Eddie makes things feel so normalâ like youâre just two best friends getting filmed having sexâ because he keeps whispering tiny jokes to make you giggle. He tells you how pretty you sound and look, and heâs so incredibly clueless because he keeps leaning in and asking things like, âIs this, like, a good angle for the camera?â and âShould I maybe kiss you more?â and âIs it okay if I stop fucking you for a second? Because Iâm about to blow.â
And all you can do is breathlessly moan and nod because heâs plunging himself so deep into you that it almost hurts, but itâs so good.
Youâre so fucked out you barely even register Eddieâs words when he tells you heâs about to cum, but your body immediately reacts when he pats your hip, indicating for you to get ready.
You scramble down from the couch, limbs weighted from pleasure as you settle on your knees, batting your lashes up at Eddie as he towers over you, stroking his wet cock. Eddie rests a hand on your head, fingers grasping your hair to keep you still as he gazes down at you. Youâre impatient, so you canât help but let yourself sneakily lick the tip of his cock, and he grins, âItâs coming, precious girl. Stick your tongue out for me.â
You shuffle closer, sticking your tongue out as you eagerly await the taste of Eddie on your tongueâ and when you get it, god, you never want it to stop. Everything about it is perfect: the way his face twists up, the way he tastes, the pretty moans he lets out. You want it on repeat.
You might buy this film just to relive it.
You take every last drop Eddie has to give you with a happy hum; a little bit catches your lip, and Eddie swipes it with his thumb before bringing it to his mouth and suckling. You whine, frowning and causing Eddie to laugh, âYou got most of it, sweetheart. Canât be too greedy, can you?â
Itâs like youâre both in your own world. Only talking to each other and enjoying each other's bodies because Eddie just⊠itâs weird, but he makes the room go away. He makes things feel less performativeâ and maybe itâs just your hazy, blissed-out state of mind, but you think you might like Eddie.
Youâre snapped from your trance when the director yells cut, and then everyoneâs springing into action to tear down the set because another crew will be using it next. Eddie helps you stand on your wobbly legs, âYou alright?â
You nod, âGreat. You did good, by the way.â
Eddie leans forward and grabs your robe that had been pushed to the side. He smiles as he holds it open for you, âThank you. You did pretty awesome yourself.â He responds as you slink your arms through the sleeves.
You turn to Eddie as you close your robe and tie it shut. Your assistant, Emily, hands Eddie a robe for himself, and he thanks her, curtly bowing his head as he grabs the plush article. âSo,â Eddie starts as he slips on the robe. You both start walking towards the dressing rooms as he speaks, âThink I could make a career for myself here?â He asks.Â
You halt at that, turning to Eddie with a confused look, âIs that⊠is that not why youâre here?â You ask.
Eddie shakes his head as he ties his robe, âNah, I got fired from my job. Needed some cash for rent this month.â He explains.
Is it selfish to say youâre disappointed to hear this? If Eddie had been wanting to join this industry, you wouldâve had the opportunity to work with him again. But maybe itâs more selfish to say youâre happy he isnât joining this industry. Eddie becoming an adult film star would mean half of the time, heâd be fucking other people, and unfortunately, that idea alone makes your gut twist with jealousy.
You nod, pursing your lips as you fiddle with your fingers, âWell⊠would you be interested in this type of thing?â You try your best to sound casual about it, and you think it works because Eddie only shrugs again with a short hum, âI donât know. Wouldnât be opposed to it, I guess.â
Before you can respond, Emily calls your name, âDon needs to speak with you in the other room about your next shoot.â
You turn back to Eddie and try to commit his pretty brown eyes to memory, âI guess Iâll see you around, Eddie.â You smile. Eddie smiles back and does somewhat of a dramatic bow, and you snort as you walk off.
You glance over your shoulder as you walk with Emily.
âCould you do me a favor?â You ask her. Emily nods, and you take one last glance at Eddie before he disappears into the dressing room.Â
âGet his number for me. And leave it in my purse, please.â
A couple of weeks have passed since Eddie made his big debut in the film world.
Eddie made a pretty penny from that film, enough to pay his rent and have some play money on the side. Thankfully, Eddie doesnât have to scramble for cash this month again because he got a job at the mechanic shop downtown. Itâs a lot of labor and a lot of hours, but the pay is good, and nobody gives a shit if Eddie comes back from lunch smelling like a dispensary, so.
Suck that, Robert.
However, Eddieâs still thoroughly surprised to see you sitting in the shop office when he returns from a quick smoke break. âWoah, funny seeing you here. Car problems?â He questions. Eddie tries not to think about the fact that heâs seen you completely bare before. Tries not to think of how heâd spent over an hour in your guts last month or how you swallowed his load like it was nothing. Eddie fails miserably.
You shake your head as you stand up from the leather couch in the office, grabbing your purse as Eddie walks closer to you, âNo, actually, Lolaâs doing great.â
Eddie cocks his head, âLola?â
You nod, âMy car.â You gesture out towards the window where your car is parked. Eddie makes an understanding noise as he nods.Â
âI was actually hoping to talk to you.âÂ
Eddie pauses at that, confusion settling over his body as he looks at you. Youâre beautiful, kind, soft eyes with soft, pretty lips that Eddie thinks about kissing when he goes to bed. Eddie points to himself with raised eyebrows, âMe?â
You nod again, âYeah, about like⊠my job and stuff.â
Oh.
Ohhhh.
âOh, shit, yeah, um,â Eddie glances around the office and nods, âYeah, we can step out and talk, like, in my van, maybe?â He offers. Not because heâs, like, ashamed to talk about porn or something, most people watch it! But a few of the guys that work here are downright dipshits, and Eddie wonât hesitate to punch one of them if they say some sly shit about you or your job. And, well, Eddie would like to keep his job, so.
You donât take offense to it, though; you just nod with your pretty smile and tell Eddie to lead the way.
Eddieâs van smells like weed, cologne, and a hint of whatever he had for lunch.
âSorry,â Eddie mumbles as he clears off the passenger seat thatâs filled with bottles of different drinks, rolling papers, food wrappers, and things of the like. âSheâs seen better days.âÂ
You smile nonetheless, thanking him when he steps away and holds the door open for you. You hop into the seat, glancing around as Eddie shuts your door and jogs to the driver's seat.
He gets in with a heavy sigh, hair unruly from the wind, brown eyes wide and excited when he looks at you. âHey.â He huffs with a smile, and thereâs a piece of hair in Eddieâs bangs thatâs sticking straight up. âHey.â You giggle, reaching out to fix the rebellious strand. Eddie softly thanks you, and you swear you see a hint of pink dust across his cheeks.
He shifts in his seat, rubbing his hands against his thighs as he sighs again, âSo⊠whatâs up?â
God, heâs so cute. So incredibly weird and awkward and cute. He looks handsome in his navy blue coveralls, grease stains smeared across his torso, and some sneaky smudges on his neck. âYouâre very hard to get ahold of, you know?â You tease.
Eddieâs face twists in confusion, âHuh?â
You shrug, distracting yourself by poking around at his dashboard, sifting through the CDs and tapes he has lying about. Eddie doesnât stop you; he only watches, and you give him a cheeky smile. âMy assistant got your number, right? But then you, like, never answered my calls.â You shrug as you flip through more of his things. You hear Eddie mumble something about needing a new cord for his home phone before he asks louder, " So, howâd you find me?â
God, he must think youâre a stalker or something. You didnât really think that through, honestly.
You hum, âJust asked around a bit. Youâre a bit of a hot commodity around here, by the way. Heard you started a cult? Whatâs that about?âÂ
Eddieâs eyes widen at your words, and you laugh, âOh god. Jesus, no, I didnât start a cult. I just,â he groans as he pinches the bridge of his nose, âI was just weird in high school.â
âYouâre still weird.â
Eddieâs face falters at your words, but you smile as you add, âI like it.â
Eddie blushes again, but he turns to look away this time, and you think heâs the cutest thing youâve ever set your eyes upon. He turns back to you with a shy grin, âDid you come here just to flirt with me?â He teases, wrapping a strand of his hair around his finger to twirl in a shy manner. âMaybe⊠but I also have a question.â You respond.
Eddie nods, âShoot.â
You take a deep breath as you shift in your seat, âWell, uh, I wanted to ask if you maybeâŠâ You glance at Eddie, who's expectantly awaiting your question, and your stomach twists with nerves. Why are you so nervous to ask Eddie for something youâve already done before?
âWell, Iâm doing a shoot tomorrow,â you finally begin, âAnd I just found out the guy they paired me with is, like, a total assholeâ Iâve worked with him before, heâs justâŠÂ awful,â You explain. âSo, I was just⊠I donât know; I was just wonderingâ hopingâ youâd be up for it, maybe? To take the guy's place, I mean.â
You finish rambling and glance at Eddie as his eyes widen, âOh, um. Likeâ like, film with you again?â
Eddie could leap for joy right now.
Not only are you, like, the cutest, prettiest, kindest fucking human being to ever grace this earth, but youâre sitting in Eddieâs van, chewing on your lip and asking Eddie to fuck you for the cameras again.
Eddie mustâve done something incredibly right in his past life.
âOh!â Eddie starts, â Um⊠yeah, Iâd love to!â What? Weird, take that back. âNo, I mean, like, not in a weird way. I justâ Iâd rather not let the asshole do it if I can do it.â
God, could Eddie sound any more pathetic?
Still, despite how dumb Eddie sounds, you smile and clasp your hands together, âOh, are you sure? I know itâs last minute, and itâs not really the ideal taskââÂ
âWoah, wait. What do you mean not the ideal task?âÂ
Because literally, what do you mean? How could that not be the ideal task? And who made you think that fucking you isnât the ideal task? If itâs that asshole you were supposed to work with, then Eddie has a few colorful things to say about and to him.
You shrug, fiddling with your fingers in your lap, âNothing, I just know my job isnât⊠you know, traditional or whatever. And you had only done it that one time because you needed it, so I get it if youâre, like, not in the mood to fuck on camera for a bunch of random people.â You ramble. Which, uh, no. You could not be further from the truth. Eddie would love to fuck you on camera for a bunch of random people. Hell, Eddie would love to fuck you under any consensual circumstance, if heâs being honest, so. Yeah, heâs pretty excited.
âNo,â Eddie shakes his head, âNo, Iâ I want to, really, I do.â Eddie nods.
Your unsure frown spreads into the prettiest smile before you reach across the center console to pull Eddie into the most bone-crushing, you-scented, chest-warming hug Eddieâs ever been given as you spew out a chorus of thank yous.
âI brought a copy of the script for you to look over so youâre not totally confused,â Eddie watches as you pull back to reach into your bag and pull out a manilla folder. âI usually like to color coordinate my scripts, so I did it for you too. The pink is me, and the red is you, and the specific actions they want us to do are in blue.â You point out. And Eddie thinks he might kiss you right nowâ youâre so fucking cute!
âWow, thanks, um⊠I wish I were, likeâŠÂ good with these types of things, but I think you saw how majestic I am with scripts.â Eddie huffs out a laugh as he scratches the back of his neck. You smile, âI can help youâ if youâd like.â
Oh, youâre trying to kill Eddie at this rate.
Eddie nods either way, even though heâs six feet underground and knocking at the fiery gates. âI would love that, actually. I finish work in about three hours if youâre free.â
Eddie definitely broke a handful of laws while driving home.
Since you offered to help Eddie with his lines, you both decided to meet at Eddieâs place. He gave you his address, told you how to get into the complex, and said see you later. Now, Eddie is ecstatic to see you, obviously, but Eddie canât remember if his home looked normal or like a Walmart clearance aisle after black Friday, so he ran through multiple stop signs and red lights to get home before you showed up so he could clear things up.
Heâs hustling through his apartment like a madman, picking up strewn clothes and cat toys before speeding through the few dishes he had in his sink. Honestly, Eddieâs apartment has seen worse days, so thereâs not much cleaning he has to do, but heâs still stressed when he hears a knock on the door.Â
Eddie doesnât even like candles, but he lit one just in case thereâs a smell heâs grown used to lingering about. Eddie just doesnât want you to think heâs a slob. Because he isnât. He just has an orchestrated chaotic lifestyle.
Eddie couldnât be happier when he opened his door because there you were, beaming with a smile and a bag of takeout, and Eddie thought it wasnât normal to be this soft for someone youâd basically just met.
âWelcome to my humble abode,â Eddie dramatically bows with an extended hand to show the entrance of his small, homey apartment. You smile as you walk in, taking in your surroundings.
Itâs nothing extraordinary, honestly. Eddieâs home is really just vomit of everything Eddie likes: favorite colors, favorite movies, favorite game characters, etc. Itâs like Eddieâs brain exploded and painted itself all over the place. Eddie had a girlfriend many moons ago, and she changed things around to become more coordinated, so now itâs less of a shit show and more of an abstract museum sort of thing.
Whatever. Doesnât matter anyway because youâre gasping and picking up the little roommate Eddie has.Â
âWhoâs this?â You coo at the little creature. Youâre looking down at the furball as you scratch behind her ear, âThat,â Eddie sighs, âIs the reason why I didnât get your calls.â
You look up at Eddie, confusion written across your face. Eddie points across the room to the wall where his home phone hangs, except the wire is broken. âLittle asshole chewed through the wire, and Iâve been slow to replace it. Her name is Banshee.â
The cat meows at the mention of her name, wide eyes blinking up at Eddie as you coddle her. Sheâs a fluffy cat with a black coat decorated with two white spots: one on her back and the other just behind her ear.
You hum, âSo technically,â You drag, âItâs your fault.â You tease. You coo as you press your cheek to the tiny kitten, gazing up at Eddie with these soft eyes, âI donât think you can blame this cutie for your laziness.âÂ
Eddie rolls his eyes, wills away whatever power he has to not kiss you, and gently takes the takeout bag from your hands so you have less to carry. âFine then. Ask her what happened to the laces of my work shoes, too, since sheâs so innocent.â
Eddieâs home is soâŠÂ Eddie.
Heâs got music and horror movie posters framed along his walls, cute little scary figurines randomly placed within his bookshelves, and thereâs an overall smell of Eddieâs musk and the sandalwood candle he has burning. Itâs cozy, a nice space for one person who enjoys their alone time, and he let you choose a record to play from his extensive collection, and he has the world's cutest little cat, so itâs safe to say you could spend an eternity in Eddieâs world.
âShit, that wasnât my line,â Eddie stresses. You smile as Eddie tosses the packet onto his coffee table and falls back onto the couch, âWeâre wasting our time here, princess. I dropped out of theater for a reason.â He grumbles.
You sigh, tilting your head against the couch cushion as you gaze at Eddie, âYouâre thinking too hard about it.â You say. âItâs a porno, not a Grammy-nominated film.â You point out.
Eddie snorts before giving a short shrug, âFor the record, I think you could land a Grammy, sweetheart.âÂ
You roll your eyes, âYeah, right. You donât need to suck up to me, Eddie, youâre already gonna fuck me tomorrow.â You jokingly say.
Eddie waves you off and shifts into a more comfortable position. âSo,â He starts, âWhatâs the asshole guy's deal?âÂ
Banshee has hopped onto the couch and made her way into your lap, tiny paws kneading the material of your jeans as she settles. You gently pet her as you glance at Eddie and shrug, âNot sure, heâs just a total dick,â You grumble. âI worked with him once last year, and he, like, told me I wasnât the best or whateverâ which, okay, I can totally understand,â You ramble, âI donât think Iâm, like, some sex god. I donât expect to be everyone or anyoneâs best fuck, but still! It just⊠it didnât make me feel good, the way he said it.â You windedly explain. You distract yourself with the cute animal in your lap as you finish your explanation, âSo, I asked my manager never to pair us again, butââ You shrug.
Next to you, Eddie shifts once more and scoffs. âHeâs a fucking shitfaced liar, princess.â
You snort, playfully rolling your eyes, âEddieââ âNo, Iâm serious. Heâs a liar. Anybody who even gets the chance to touch you is a lucky fucker, okay? If anything, he probably begged your manager to let him work with you again.â
âYouâre just saying that. I donât need you to try and make me feel better, and it was so long ago anyway.â âYeah, but thatâs the thing, Iâm not.â
You frown as you gaze over at Eddie, watching as he sits straight and looks at you with a serious gaze in his eyes. âI donât know whatâs up with that guy, maybe he was dropped as a baby too many times, but anybody with common sense and a properly functioning dick knows just how fucking amazing you are. End of discussion.â
And well, itâs pathetic how your chest warms at his words, but it does. And as Eddie goes on to ramble about his hectic week at work, you canât help but let your mind spin with Eddieâs kind words until nothing is in your mind but the echoes of Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.
Not many times has Eddie woken up with a girl in his home. Well, at least not a girl that heâs actually liked for more than a one-night stand or a shortly-lived fling.
After running the script for the last time, Eddie suggested putting on a movie and digging into the takeout youâd brought. The meal was delicious, and the movie youâd landed on was hilarious, but itâs hard to keep your eyes open on a full stomach, so when Eddie felt your head drop onto his shoulder, he couldnât help but let his body sink into the couch and fall asleep too.
Youâd woken up about an hour later and tried to make your escape quietly, but Eddie insisted you shouldnât drive in such a sleepy state, so he let you make yourself comfy in his bed. Banshee, the little traitor, trotted right behind you and left Eddie on the couch to snuggle up beside you for the night.
Youâre cute in the morning, Eddie thinks. You have an adorable little pout, and you yawn about 80 times until youâve had a sip of coffee.Â
It takes nearly a lifetime to drag you away from Banshee so you and Eddie can head to the studio because you adore the little asshole, and Banshee loves anything thatâll give her the time of day. You make Eddie promise to let you see her again, though, so you sadly say goodbye with a soft peck to the fluffy area between her eyes and let Eddie drag you to his van.
The car ride is nice; Eddie lets you mess around with the contents of his van and go through the stack of CDs heâs compiled over the years. You land on one of Eddieâs favorites, an old mixtape Wayne made in college that Eddie spent most of his high school blaring loud enough to blow out a speaker.
Today, youâre shooting in a houseâ a nice one that Eddie could only conjure up in his dreamsâbut he doesnât have much time to dwell on it because heâs being dragged over to makeup and hair as soon as he steps in.
âYou thinking of joining the industry?â Nicki asks as she works a nice-smelling mousse into Eddieâs hair.
Eddie had been busy watching you talk to one of the producers, but he finds the strength to tear his eyes away and gaze at Nicki through the vanity mirror. âNo, not exactly. Just⊠doing a favor for a friend, I guess.â
Nicki raises an eyebrow, âA friend? Donât act like I didnât see you two come in together.â
Eddieâs face warms at that, the tips of his ears turning red as he stutters, âHuh?âÂ
Nicki looks at Eddie with a âDonât bullshit meâ look.
âI mean, like, yeah, we had breakfast togetherââ âMhm.â
Eddie huffs out a gentle laugh, âNo, really, weâre friends.â
âFriends that fuck on camera and look at each other the way you two do? Sure.â
Eddie doesnât ask what Nicki means by that becauseâ well, he knows what Nicki means by that. Heâs caught himself looking at you like you put the stars in the sky one too many times, and itâs almost embarrassing. Almost.
But can you blame Eddie? Can you really blame him when youâre the prettiest girl heâs ever seen, the softest smile, the greatest laugh, and the sweetest personality? Itâs not Eddieâs fault that youâre perfect.
Eddie just thinks youâre neat.Â
He thinks youâre amazing, actually, and itâs hard to remember his fucking lines when youâre standing under a steaming shower, wet body glistening and pebbled nipples practically begging for his mouth.
Heâs butchering the script, thatâs for sure, but he figures itâs not too bad since nobodyâs corrected him.Â
The scene starts with you taking a shower and Eddie being a peeping tom, which ultimately leads to Eddie sinking to his knees and licking into you until youâre a quivering, sticky mess on his tongue. Eddie would spend forever on his knees, between your legs, if he could because you taste heavenly and sound better than any song Eddieâs ever listened to, and that says something.
Your fingers thread through the wet strands of Eddieâs hair, and Eddie rapidly blinks when he gazes up at you, only to get an eyeful of his wispy bangs. You smile, petting back his bangs so he can see, and he hums, nudging his face further against you, his tongue teasing more, fingers curling deeper.
It doesnât take long to make you cum, and the second you do, Eddie is standing up, shutting off the shower, and ushering you out into the expansive main bathroom. Itâs almost as if itâs just Eddie and you in the room. No cameras, no directors or producers, or that weird pervy lighting guy that compliments you way too fucking much for Eddieâs liking. Itâs just you and Eddie.
âLetâs do an over-the-counter shot next.â
Fuck. Itâs not just you two, actually.
What a buzz kill.
Either way, Eddie finds himself pressing your wet, naked waist down against the sink, smiling when you squeal at the cold marble touching your skin. âStick your ass out, baby, let me see that gorgeous ass.âÂ
You mewl as you follow Eddieâs instructions, tipping your hips back to present yourself to him and the cameras. Youâre dripping. Swollen and wet and throbbing, and Eddieâ god, Eddie feels like a fucking animal.
âGot such a pretty pussy, honey. All wet and ready for me, hm?â He teases, gently running his fingers through the sticky arousal between your legs. You shakily breathe as you nod your head, âYeah. All for you. Please.â
Eddie steps forward, grabbing his cock and painting it between your swollen lips as he hooks his other arm across your shoulders, pulling you back to press against his chest. He presses a wet kiss to the skin of your cheek in front of your ear, voice dry and needy as he whispers in your ear, âYouâre so fuckinïżœïżœ pretty,â His eyes catch yours in the mirror as you keen. âAsk me to fuck you.â
You whimper out loud, wriggling your hips back into his as your hands grip the counter, âP-please fuck me. Please. Need it so bad, want your cock so bad Iâ o-oh.â
The slide to home base is fucking otherworldly. It was life-changing the first time, and itâs life-changing now, and if Eddie ever gets the chance to fuck you again, he knows itâll be life-changing then.
Youâre so warm, and you're sucking Eddieâs cock in so nicely, so sinfully, that Eddie almost makes a deal with the devil right then and there. Your chest is heaving by the time Eddieâs pelvis presses to your bum, his cock nestled deep into your pulsing cunt. Eddie leans forward, pressing his chest against your back as he loops an arm around your shoulders, holding you tight to him as he gives one slow thrust. He coos when your eyes flutter shut, and your jaw drops, a shaky hand reaching up to sink your nails into Eddieâs forearm.
âS-so deep,â You slur, wriggling your hips back against Eddie.
Eddie grunts, âFuck. You feel so good, baby. Always so warm and ready for me, hm?â Eddieâs lips are wet against your jaw as he whispers into your ear, and you nod with a mewl.
Eddie works up the pace relatively fast in favor of the cameras, and at some point, he reaches down to grip the thick of your thigh and haul your leg up to rest on the counter so youâre spread open even more. The angle makes it easier for him to catch your spot, and itâs better for the camera to capture the sight of your soaking pussy wrapped around Eddieâs cock, dribbling onto both of your thighs and creating a sticky ring of arousal at the base of Eddieâs dick.
Eddieâs hand is wrapped around your throat when you begin twitching around him, mumbling promises of your climax, and Eddie doesnât waste time in sinking his hand between your legs to help you reach the edge quicker. Your moans fall silent, eyes squeezed shut, and jaw dropped wide open as Eddie fucks you through your orgasmâ and fuck, you feel so good. Squeezing and pulsing and dripping around Eddieâs thighs, throat vibrating beneath his palm when air comes back to you.
âThere we go, baby. Get it all out, push it out, honey.â Eddie encourages you.
Youâre shaking, trembling like a leaf in Eddieâs arms, and Eddie wants to spend forever tucked into your pussy, warm skin sticky against him, pretty little whines and mewls coating his brain in this cutesy pink fog that makes him want to fucking marry you.
Get you a home, give you his babies, maybe even get you a fucking dog and just live happily goddamn ever.
Jesus, Eddieâs a goner.
âF-fuck, Iâm gonna cum.â
Eddie pulls out last second, jerking himself off between your cute ass cheeks until heâs spurting white ropes of cum up your back.
Eddie, ever the considerate man he is, pushes your hair out of the way to avoid getting any of his sticky release in it. Youâre breathing heavily, pretty eyes glazed over as you glance back at Eddie, a shy glint in your eyes at the sight of your skin painted in his cum.
Eddieâs obsessed with you now, no doubt.
His ringed fingers slide through the sticky mess on your skin as he grips your ass cheeks, gently spreading them apart and humming when you arch your back, proudly swaying your ass in front of him. The sight makes Eddie dizzy; pools of cum dripping down your back to slink its way through your ass and over your sticky folds. âYouâve got such a cute little hole, baby.â Eddie compliments, taking his thumb and smearing his cum over the puckered muscle, softly laughing when you whine.Â
He lightly slaps your ass then, reaching forward to gently grasp your face with his messy hands and pull you back to press a firm kiss over your lips. His thumb, the one that had smeared his cum over your tight hole, sinks between your moving lips, pushing into your mouth and onto your tongue as he whispers a small command to taste it, and you mewl.
âSo good, princessââ
âCut!â
You both jolt at the booming voice, getting rudely snapped out of the daze youâd fallen into.Â
These fucking cameras.
You smile, dropping your cheek onto your shoulder as you bat your eyelashes up at Eddie from over your shoulder, âYouâre a natural, Eddie, you know that?â
Eddie huffs a laugh, thanking the assistant when they bring you towels and robes.
âWell,â He breathes as he slinks the robe over his shoulders, watching as you do the same, âIâve got the best coach.â He winks.
Now that you and Eddie have done two films together and basically had a sleepover, youâre practically inseparable.
Itâs funny, really. Eddie thought maybe the fact that youâve seen each other bare and had sex on camera might hinder the aspect of any friendly connection because, well, Eddieâs never done this before! Heâs not a pornstar, so heâs not sure how the friendship/relationship aspect of it works, but luckily, itâs easier than most normal friendships Eddieâs had before.
You talk almost every night over the phone (Eddie finally fixed the wire), going over one anotherâs day and laughing at embarrassing or funny moments. You go on for hours until either one of you falls asleep, and itâs usually you since Eddie has the sleep schedule of a newborn baby who doesnât know the difference between night and day. All the better for him, though, because he gets to poke fun at you the next day and tease you about how you sometimes snore.
And Eddie loves listening to you talkâ could spend hours cuddled up with Banshee as he listens to you ramble on about whatever new show youâre watching or the latest gossip at work. Itâs Eddieâs favorite part of his day, talking to you, so he kicks himself when he realizes he forgot to call you last night.
Heâs getting ready for bed when he remembers, and he practically sprints to his phone on his nightstand and dials your number in less than thirty seconds. It takes you three rings to answer, and Eddie smiles at the sound of your voice, âHello?â
âHi, princess,â Eddie responds.
You gasp, âEddie, hi! Oh, I was just about to call you! Where have you been?â You ask. Eddie groans, dropping back onto his mattress with spread arms. âWorking. Iâm so sorry I forgot to call. I just started a new schedule at the shop, and the hours are awful.â
Eddie can hear your frown when you respond, âBummer. Iâve got a way to cheer you up, though.â
Eddieâs eyes are closed, and sleep is so heavy in his bones he feels like heâs sinking through the mattress, but he smiles as if itâs second nature when he responds, âHit me.â
You cheer, and Eddie hears the rustling of grocery bags on your end as you speak, âMy manager gave me a shit ton of holiday chocolates she had left over, and well, I was wondering if youâd like to drown yourself in sugar with me?âÂ
Eddie softly laughs, folding his arm to rest his hand on his tummy as he nods, forgetting you canât see. âYou didnât even have to ask.â
The drive from your flat to Eddieâs is typically around twenty minutes, but with the benefit of it being nearly midnight and most normal people being in bed by now, youâre knocking on Eddieâs door in just a little under twelve minutes.Â
Eddie opens the door to let you in and immediately just wants to kiss you. Youâre dressed in an oversized sweatshirt, loose pajama pants with cute little ducks printed on them, and fluffy house slippers. You grin up at Eddie as you lift a bag full of candy, âI come bearing gifts!â
Eddie had been exhausted all day, but now that heâs had two handfuls of sugary treats, heâs ready to run a fucking marathon.
Heâs sucking on a sour apple jawbreaker and watching some shitty romcom with Banshee curled in his lap when he feels your head softly drop onto his shoulder. He glances down at you and sees the soft flutter of your eyes, âAre you tired? You can take my bed.â He offers.
You tilt your head to blink up at him tiredly, âWill you come with me?â
And well, Eddie was originally going to take the couch, but youâre looking up at him with these cute, bleary eyes, and Eddie canât even imagine saying no. So, he shuts his TV off, makes a mental note to clean up the candy wrappers sometime tomorrow, and lets you drag him off to his room.
Banshee decided to take advantage of the new space on the couch and sprawl out, so Eddie doesnât have to worry about asking if youâre okay with her cuddling up on his bed like she usually does.Â
Eddie doesnât do this very oftenâ sleep with other people in his bed, he means. And sure, heâs had partners before that would stay the night here and there, but he hasnât had that in over a year now, so itâs safe to say that Eddieâs a little bit nervous.
He doesnât know if you want to be close, but considering how cuddly you are on a daily basis, heâs not surprised when you press yourself into his side with a content sigh, snuggling deeper into the warm covers. He turns, shifting to wrap his arms around your frame, trying his best to ignore the fast beating of his heart in his chestâ but thatâs not the main issue. The bigger problem isâ âEddie? Are you hard?â
Shit.
God, this is awful. Nothing even remotely sexual happened, and Eddieâs popping a boner and practically stabbing your stomach. Fuck, you probably think heâs a perv now. Nice going.
âNo.â
It falls silent for a moment, and Eddie can feel the quiver of your body as you giggle into his shoulder. He smiles, an embarrassed blush rising over her cheeks as he lifts a hand to palm at his eye, âIâm so fucking sorry.â
You turn in Eddieâs arm, pressing a hand to Eddieâs shoulder to lay him on his back. You stay lying by his side, body pressed to him, head resting on his shoulder. You nose at the curly strands of hair on Eddieâs neck, and your hand runs down his torso, fingertips dipping beneath the waistband of his sweats. âO-oh. No, you donât need to, princess.â Eddie says, yet his voice is shaky and holds anticipation as you drag your nails through the coarse hair leading to his cock.Â
âI want to. Please?â You ask. And youâre so good, so obedient, not touching Eddieâs cock until he swallows and nods his head yes. You wriggle, like a happy pup that got a treat, and your hand sinks lower, wrapping around the thick of Eddieâs cock.
Eddieâs breath hitches, sinking into the feeling of your warm hand stroking up his cock, your thumb running over his leaking tip. Eddie curses, hips twitching up into your hold, and you press a kiss to his jaw, and Eddie nearly bursts into stars.
You press another kiss to his jaw, soft and sweet, and Eddie slinks an arm around you, sinking his hands into your hair and shakily breathing. âYou keep kissing me like that, and Iâm gonnaâ fuck.â
And itâs so pathetic; youâve only had your hand down his pants for less than five minutes, and Eddieâs quivering like a virgin having their first time. God, this is so embarrassing.
You kiss Eddie once more, âWait, wait. Not yet.â
And then you shuffle away from Eddie, and heâs frowning because he feels cold without you snuggled against him. But then youâre sinking underneath the covers, and Eddieâs cursing, âW-what are you doing, honey?â
He lifts the covers just as you wriggle your way between his legs and hook your fingers over the band of his sweats. You peel his sweats away, mouth opening like a hungry lion when Eddieâs cock pops out. You push the front band of his sweats to catch just below his balls, and Eddieâs hips squirm from the pressure making you giggle when his cock twitches.
You loop your fingers around his cock, twisting up on a long stroke, âDid I ever tell you how pretty your cock is, Eddie?â
Jesus Christ.
Eddie breathes shakily through his nose, tummy quivering as your gaze flickers; he shakes his head no. Eddie sinks a hand to pet your hair back, smiling when you nuzzle into his touch, letting your lips brush against his tip, âYou think itâs pretty, baby?â He asks.
You nod, letting your tongue loll out of your mouth to catch the pearl of pre-cum dripping from his tip. You donât say anything else as you lean forward and wrap your mouth around him, languidly taking him as far as you want and sucking him for all heâs worth.
Eddieâs head drops back then, his entire body just losing strength to do anything as you slowly fuck your mouth over him. The blanket falls over you then, and Eddie curses, scrambling to push it back over your head so you donât, like, suffocate on his cock.
And Eddie was already close before, so it doesnât take long for him to start cursing and warning you that heâs gonna cum. Before he knows it, heâs emptying himself into the warm cavern of your mouth, soft mixes of curses and your name tumbling from his mouth as you happily take every last drop.
You pull off of him with a small pop, licking up the small remnants of cum that drool down his cock. Eddie feels weightless now; the effects of sugar are long gone now that you practically sucked his soul through his dick. You tuck Eddie back into his pants, and as if you couldnât get any cuter, any sweeter, you press a gentle kiss to Eddieâs tummy right where the waistband sits.
Eddieâs got a loopy grin on his face when you crawl back up to snuggle back into his side, mumbling something about how you love licking his cock. Eddie nearly dies, by the way.
He thinks heâs in love with you, maybe.
You breathe in deep, draping an arm across Eddieâs tummy and slinking your leg between his, and you sigh all sleepy and cute as you say, âGânight, Eddie.â
Yeah. Eddieâs definitely in love with you.
Weeks go by as you and Eddie become thick as thieves.
You carry on with your nightly calls, obviously, but now thereâs a healthy mix of one of you going to the other's home and crashing there for the night, then that bleeds into the next day where you just spend hours with each other doing fuck all.
Eddie just likes being around you. You donât have to be doing anything particularly fun or sexual; no, Eddie just enjoys your company. And most times, you and Eddie will be doing your separate little activitiesâ you reading or watching a movie while Eddie writes up new campaign ideas for Dustinâ and you will reach out to twirl a strand of Eddieâs hair around your knuckle and gently tug or poke your finger into his cheek where his dimples reside and Eddie just melts.
Most of the time, youâre only doing it for your peace of mind (Eddie knows because you told him when he asked), but something tells him maybe you actually have something to say when you poke Eddieâs cheek for the third time.
He turns to you, brows raised and hiding beneath his bangs that so badly need a trim, âYes, doll?â
You smile now that his attention is on you, and you shift, careful not to wake Banshee in your lap from your movements. Eddie thinks Banshee might like you more than she likes him, which is just downright traitorous, considering Eddieâs the one who feeds her and keeps a roof over her head. He doesnât really blame the cat, though.Â
âWhat are you doing on Saturday?â You ask.
Eddie hums, closing his notebook and leaning back into his couch, âThis Saturday?â
You nod, and Eddie shrugs, lips pouting as he speaks, âNothing, Iâm pretty sure. Why?â
You sigh heavily, sinking into the couch as you gently pet Banshee behind her ear, âWe have an event for work, and I was just wondering if you would maybe wanna tag along?â
Eddieâs head tips in interest, âSure. Is it, like, fancy dress shit?â He asks. Eddie thinks he has a tux somewhere deep in the trenches of his closet. Probably the one he wore to Wayne's wedding two years ago; he hopes he still fits.
You shrug, âEh, nothing too fancy schmancy. Slacks and a nice shirt will do,â You mindlessly watch the television, gently rubbing Bansheeâs ear between your fingers. âThat I can do, princess. But uh,â Eddie pauses, âYou donât seem too ecstatic about this.â He points out.
You shrug, glancing over at Eddie, and Eddie wants to kiss your pouty lips because you look adorable swallowed up in a throw blanket with sleepy eyes blinking up at him. âSâcause Iâm not,â You huff, âI hate those ignorant assholesâ donât get me wrong, some of them are good friends of mine! But most of them are justâŠâ You make a face and roll your eyes, and Eddie softly laughs. You let your head lazily turn to gaze at him, âDon says I have to go, though. So I figured I may as well drag someone I actually enjoy being around.â You softly smile.
Eddieâs heart flutters and grows three times the size of his body.
Saturday night comes quicker than most, and Eddie spends nearly an hour digging through his closet. By the time Eddie finds a nice enough shirt to pair with his neatly ironed (to Eddieâs standard, which is probably not very high) slacks, heâs running behind and starts to stress that he wonât pick you up on time, and heâs just totally made an ass of himself.
Itâs five oâclock when Eddie gets to your flat, and when he knocks on your door, heâs out of breath because he smokes more than a godman grill, and he skipped every other step on the staircase to get there quicker. Heâs thinking of a million ways to apologize for being late, and he thinks he has it right when you open the door, but thenâ âOh. Hey Eds! Youâre early!â
Eddie huffs, nearly doubling over in exhaustion because he seriously needs to quit smoking, âWhaâ early?â
You hold the door open for Eddie to step in and nod. Youâre in a white fluffy robe with house boots on, and your hair is tied back, so you have a clear canvas to work with for your makeup. âYeah, it starts at seven.âÂ
And, oh, what the fuck? Here Eddie was stressing and thinking heâd completely ruined his chances with you because he decided to be an asshat and lose track of time on his video games, but in reality, heâs nearly two hours early?!
âOh, but now you can help me pick a dress. Come on.â
No, Eddie has zero complaints, actually. Heâs grateful that heâs timely challenged, he thinks as you drag him toward your room.
Eddie spends the next thirty minutes or so seated at the foot of your bed, judging whichever dresses you surprise him with from out of your closet.
It isnât easy to give a solid answer because, well, you look good in all of them. And Eddieâs not even being biased because heâs got a sickening crush on youâ no, you genuinely look amazing in every dress.
âEddie, youâve said yes to all of them.â You huff. âBecause they all look good!â Eddie exclaims.
You frown, resting your hands on your hips and tilting your head at him. Eddie shrugs, âI donât know why youâre upset with me when itâs technically your fault.â He points out, to which you roll your eyes and jokingly throw a dress at his face.
It takes a while for you to decide; by the time youâve figured it out, thereâs about forty minutes until the event begins.
The dress you landed on is evil, to say the least.
Itâs a black puffy babydoll-style dress, except instead of a poofy top half, itâs tight fitting and pushes your chest up to sit nice and pretty, and the straps are thin, and Eddie thinks about the sound youâd make if he just reached out and teasingly snapped it against your skin. Wants to coo when you squirm and mewl and press yourself into him.
And the dress is so short, long enough to cover everything, but you wouldnât have to bend over very far to flash a lucky person, and the sight of your thighs makes Eddieâs head spin.
He doesnât know where the courage comes from because Eddie is anything but bold when it comes to people he has ridiculous crushes on, but Eddie couldnât help himself, watching you bent over the sink as you do your last touch-ups to your makeup, the way your silky thighs rub against one another when you shift to get closer to the mirrorâ Eddie didnât stand a chance.
Heâs behind you before he knows it, and youâre smiling at him through the mirror, âAlmost done, promise.â You say.
Eddie lets his hand slink around your waist, dropping his head to nuzzle into your neck, brown eyes fluttering up to hold your gaze through the glass as he kisses your skin before playfully nipping at you. You squeal, curling away from him, and he smiles as you push at him. âYouâre cute,â Eddie softly says, and he grins, teeth digging into his bottom lip when you shy away from his gaze, âSo pretty.â He adds.
Eddie turns you to face him as he presses you against the bathroom sink. He seeks your lips, but you pout and shake your head, âMy lipgloss.âÂ
Eddie huffs out a laugh, shaking his head before pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth, careful not to catch any of the sticky application before sinking to his knees, hands gentle and greedy as they caress your thighs.
Eddie leans forward to kiss the inside of your knee, âGonna let me taste you, honey?â He hums, leaning in the press a kiss further up the inside of your thigh. Your breath hitches, legs subconsciously spreading wider to accommodate Eddie. Your nails dig into the countertop as you shakily breathe, âW-weâre gonna be late,â You weakly say as Eddie lets his tongue draw shapes in your skin. Eddie hums, sucking the fat of your thigh into his mouth before leaving with a pop, lips brushing against your hot skin as he says, âIâll be quick. Promise.â
He doesnât wait for your response as he coasts his hands up your thighs to loop his fingers around the band of your panties, dragging them down your legs and helping you step out of them.Â
Eddie doesnât waste time then; he kisses a sloppy wet trail up the inside of your thigh, fingers digging into the fat of your skin and helping you spread open for him so he can nuzzle his head beneath the fluffy tulle of your dress and begin his task of devouring you. Youâre wet, dripping, and throbbing for Eddieâs tongue, and this is the third time that Eddie has found himself licking into you, and god, it never gets fucking old.
The sounds you make, the way you writhe, the tiny gasps you give, and then the way your cunt pulses around his tongueâ itâs the pinnacle of Eddieâs night, he already knows.Â
âE-Eddieâ oh,â Your breathy whine makes Eddie stuff his face further into your pussy, nose brushing against your clit as he thrusts his tongue into you, your hands scrambling down to sink into Eddieâs hair and tug.
And it took Eddie longer than heâd like to admit to get his hair slicked into the neat bun heâs sporting, but with his tongue plunged deep inside of you and your pretty moans filling his ears, Eddie canât seem to care that youâre definitely messing up his hard work.
Eddie could spend eternity here, down on his knees, under the dress of your skirt, lapping at your pussy like itâs the last meal heâll ever have. And sure, Eddie makes this conclusion, like, every single time he finds himself between your legs, but can you blame him? Youâre the sweetest thing heâs ever had the pleasure of dealing with.
You lift a leg to hook over Eddieâs shoulder, the heel of your foot pressing into his shoulder blade and pushing a moan from the depths of Eddieâs chest as he snuggles deeper into you, licking and sucking and nipping.Â
âS-so closeâŠâ You whimper, thighs beginning to quiver on each side of Eddieâs head. He fixes his grip on your hips because Eddie wouldnât dream of letting you fall in his presence, and youâre standing on your tiptoes when you fumble over the edge, crying out for Eddie as you soak his tongue.
Eddieâs moaning into you, fingers massaging and caressing the thick parts of your hips and thighs as he continues working you through your orgasm. Youâre twitching and heavily breathing when Eddie parts his mouth from your slick folds, strings of arousal and spit snapping and falling to his chin. God, it makes Eddie ache in his pants.
He presses sweet and sticky kisses to the insides of your thighs, savoring every moment he has here, breathing you in, tasting you, feeling you, hearing you. He doesnât doubt for a moment that he looks like a madman when he brings his head out from under your dress, and you giggle, pressing your hand to your lips.
Eddie wants to hear that noise on repeat. Put his headphones on and, like, clean his house or something. Let your giggles play on a constant loop until theyâre engrained into the grooves of his brain so he never has to go a second without hearing them.
âWhat?â Eddie smiles, hands still under your dress and soothingly squeezing the shaky muscles of your thighs. Your eyes are glazed from pleasure, and you look warm as you speak, âIâ your hair,â You laugh. You press the wispy curls of Eddieâs bangs back, âIâm so sorry. It looked so nice, and I messed it up.â You happily frown.
Eddie huffs out a laugh, pressing a kiss to your knee and shaking his head, âThatâs okay,â He responds, reaching over for your panties to help you slip them back on. âIt was for a good cause.â He winks.
Eddie doesnât frequent fancy parties.
The fanciest event Eddieâs ever been to was a masquerade-themed dinner that he and Jeff snuck into because there were rumors of a big hit producer being there, which, big fucking shocker, they never found him since everyone was in a fucking mask. It was a waste of time, but at least they ate like kings that night.
Besides that, Eddie doesnât go to fancy placesâ itâs just not his kind of scene. And itâs not like the event youâve brought him to tonight is, like, Buckingham Palace tier, but everyone here looks like a million bucks and up, and Eddieâs not quite sure heâs up to that standard.
He would be more worried if you werenât clinging to him like a koala bear and keeping him in light conversation.
You introduced Eddie to a few of your industry friends, and one or two of them even remembered Eddie from the films heâd done with you, which, Eddie doesnât know why, but his head grew three times bigger in size from that. And for the most part, you keep to Eddieâs side, pointing out different people from across the room and telling him the lore behind them and whatnot as you share a plate of snacks.
And you love grapes, apparently, because Eddieâs had to get up and refill on them about three times now. âDo you want more?â Eddie asks when he realizes youâre almost done. You glance at him with a small smile as you nod, âIâll get it this time, though. I want to try some of the cheese.â
So, Eddie nods and keeps an eye on you until the crowd obstructs his view. He busies himself with watching the room, tries to see if he can pick out anyone from any pornos heâs watched before he realizes thatâs fucking weird and cringes at himself for being a perv. He finishes his glass of champagne, which Eddie isnât a champagne guy, but it was either that or whiskey, and Eddie would rather not get shitfaced tonight.
And whatâs taking you so long? Youâve been gone for a while now, and Eddie had first thought you maybe made a quick stop at the restrooms, but itâs been more than enough time, and he misses you (as fucking sappy as that is), so he gets up and makes his way to the food bar.
Heâs got his empty flute in one hand and the other in his pocket, brown eyes softly scanning the room as he walks. And then he spots you, near the food where you said youâd be, with some guy talking to you, but something isnât right.Â
Eddieâs spent enough time with you now to be able to tell when youâre feeling uneasy just by the way you anxiously drag your nail against the length of your thumb, the way your eyes dart around, or the tense pull of your shoulders.
Your gaze lands on Eddie, and your eyes soften, and Eddie doesnât even have to think twice before he walks over.
The man's back is facing Eddie, so he doesnât see the curly-headed boy until he steps around and slinks an arm around your waist, pulling you close with a soft smile, âBeen looking for you, sweets.â He presses a kiss to your forehead as you sink into him.
âMm, just catching up with..a friend.âÂ
Eddie doesnât miss the pause. He looks over to the man youâd been talking to, and you take a breath, âEddie, this is Chris, a coworker.â You introduce the man. And Eddie remembers that name; he thinks he remembers seeing it on the script of the last film you and Eddie did togetherâ the one where youâd asked Eddie to take over because the other guy was an asshole.
Chris reaches out a hand, âChris. You must be a good friend of hers?â
Eddie doesnât like that. Doesnât like that he doesnât refer to you by your name, or the smug grin on his face, or the sly tone in his voice when he says it.Â
And Eddie doesnât know why he does it, okay. He doesnât know why the words fly out of his mouth or why he didnât, like, think it through, but suddenly, Eddieâs introducing himself as your boyfriend. Which, Eddie is not your boyfriend. And youâre not his girlfriend.
Eddie would love to be your boyfriend, and heâd love for you to be his girlfriend, butâ but youâre not. So, Eddie doesnât know why he does it, but he does, and god, itâs comedic how the guy's face falls. Eddie can feel your gaze on him, and he panics a little because what if Eddie just crossed the line big time?
Chrisâs gaze flickers to you, and his brows raise as you look at him, âSo, I take it this is why youâre only doing solo content now?â
Which, fucking gross. Thatâs definitely none of this meathead guy's business! So what if youâre making solo content only? And why does he know, and why does he care? God, this guyâs a creep.
But also⊠why are you only doing solo content? Eddie canât help but wonder. Did something happen? Was it this asshole's fault? Eddie will kill him if he has anything to do with it. You and Eddie have become so close; you tell each other everything about everything, so why didnât you tell him about this? Itâs not a big deal or whatever, butâ
âDoes it matter?â Shit, Eddie didnât mean to say that out loud.
Youâre both looking at Eddie in shock, and Eddie just blinks and waits for an answer.
You take in a deep breath, arm squeezing around Eddieâs as you answerâ since this guy canât take a fucking hint, âYeah, actually, it is. Just didnât feel right.â You shrug.
The guy nods, pursing his lips together, âFair enough. Well, if that ever changes, you know where to find me.â He winks before turning around and leaving. Eddie cringes, and he almost steps forward to say something, to tell him to fuck off somewhere, but your grip tightens around his arms, and Eddie understands that you just want the conversation to be over.
Eddieâs quickly turning his attention to you, though, when you press yourself into his side, âThank you.â You sweetly say.
Eddie nods, a warm hand reaching up to squeeze your hand that's resting over his bicep, âDonât sweat it, princess. That guyâs a douche.â And you huff, nodding your head, âYeah. You definitely scared him, though. It was pretty hot.â
Eddie tries not to let that get to his head.Â
He fails.
The rest of the night goes well with fewer dickhead run-ins and more grapes, and Eddie is more than Elated when you say itâs time to go.
The ride home is pleasant, and youâve been extra cuddly all night, so Eddieâs heart is practically the size of Texas when you bring his hand into your lap and slink your fingers together. Youâre spending the night, so Eddieâs kind of excited to get in bed and snuggle until you both pass outâ but then Eddieâs thrown in for a loop when you both get under his covers.
Banshee is busy in her bakery down at the foot of the bed, kneading little biscuits in preparation for her sleep, and youâre fresh-faced and wrapped in one of Eddieâs shirts when you look over at him with a teasing look, âSo,â you start, âYouâre my boyfriend.â
Eddie blinks at you, wishing the bed would just let him sink in and become one with the mattress. âOh god,â He groans, pressing his hands to his face, âIâm sorry, it just came out! That guy was being a dick, and it was the first thing that I thought of, andâ god, Iâm sorry.â He drags his hands over his face and shoots you an empathetic look. âYou can totally, like, kick me in the nuts.â
And Eddie kind of braces himself for you to chew him out or something; tell him heâs a weirdo, and heâll never in a million years get to call himself your boyfriend because youâre way out of his league. But then you giggle.Â
And itâs not the teasing âget a load of this loserâ giggleâ no, itâs your sweet, kind, and adoring giggle.
âNo, no. I was⊠I was wondering when you would ask, actually.â
Eddieâs never turned his head so fast. He thinks he imagined you saying it, like, maybe he drank too much champagne even though he literally only had less than two full glasses the entire night. âHuh? Iâ w-what do you mean?â Eddie gapes. âLike⊠like, ask you to be my girlfriend?â
And youâre so cute as you shyly nod, glancing at Eddie with this expectant gaze.
âShit, well uh, I-I wanted to ask you in like a bigger way. Like flowers and shit because I⊠well, I really like you, and itâs what you deserve andââ
You cut Eddie off with a laugh and scoot closer to him, and if Eddieâs heart beats any faster, he might die. âEddie,â You lowly and softly say, holding his gaze. Eddie nods, eyes darting down to your lips as he holds his breath. âWill you be my boyfriend?â
Shit, Eddieâs never said yes so quickly in his life.
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a/n: HELLOOO! if you have made it to the end of this awfully long baby i am so thankful and appreciative of you, these two are my babies so I hope you enjoyed them as much as I've enjoyed my time with them <3 as always, thank u for reading and being here, i love and appreciate any feedback, ILYSM MWAH <3
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Popular Hades & Persephone "retellings" are, rightly, getting dunked on all over the socials right now and, as a Pagan who has an altar to the Queen, I could not be happier. But also, I feel like a lot of people miss WHY they're bad - aside from just plain bad writing and lazy tropes. Which are, yeah, also REALLY bad.
Pretty much all retellings try to wave away, or excuse, or twist the whole kidnapping bit. And I actually do have sympathy and understanding for why, when speaking from a modern perspective.
But honestly...you gotta get over it. There are other stories to play fix-it with, not this one.
The Abduction is The Thing.
Were I a little more sober I could bring up chapter and verse of the Hymn to Demeter but frankly, if you know even the middle school mythology curriculum version of the story, you SHOULD know the themes. The story of Persephone was one mothers and daughters in the ancient world held dear, because it was a reality: you will, one day, be swept away from your home to go cleave to a man you most likely know nothing about. You will miss your mother, but chances are very good that he will be a good husband, once you get to know him, certainly better than Zeus or Ares, and he will make you a queen of his home.
Leaving home to marry was often scary, and violent (look up the history of the tradition of Bridesmaids, if you don't already know it - they were originally decoys on the marriage road). Centuries later we'd have tales like Beauty & The Beast serving the same function: comfort, hope, you are leaving your safe loving home to figure life out with a (often older, powerful) stranger. Your trauma over this sudden ending of your childhood made manifest in a Beast, or a God of The Underworld.
It's wonderful that we don't NEED stories like this anymore to comfort us (here, at least, in this culture). But if you try to force them into modern vernacular it just will not work, not really, because you're gutting out the whole point just to have a more tidy romantic male hero.
I have read MANY very good ...novelizations? fanfic(? however you would frame them, but they're certainly not "retellings"), etc. that simply take advantage of the blank spaces in the myth, and there are many!
It's not explicit that sexual assault happens - "The Rape of Persephone" as a title was coined in much earlier eras, when the word was just as often used to simply refer to abduction.
"She was starving!" the gods didn't need to eat. So it's easy to read her eating the Pom seeds as a deliberate choice on her part. Like, shit, people, scholars have written whole papers on the symbolism of this moment, between marriage rites and even yeah, Seph choosing both worlds with her husband's knowing consent.
And that, I think, is the real heart of the thing. People want an utterly mundane, spelled-out story here, as opposed to what it really is, has always been, just like any other myth or religious parable: IT'S A METAPHOOOOOOR.
They don't need to be destined, or meet at a goddamned BALL and then CONSPIRE to fake her kidnapping, or shit, I once saw one where Hades got MIND CONTROLLED by Zeus?! Jesus.
Persephone was yoinked into the Underworld against her will.
That's how it went.
I don't mean this in a "stay out of my belief system!" way, shit I'm a white American chick with delusions of witchery. I mean this in a "stop stressing yourself out trying to make things palatable" way:
This is a very real, very precious myth to many people, BECAUSE for at least that one event, Persephone had no autonomy, BECAUSE for thousands of years most women had no autonomy. Erasing that, sanitizing the fact that a girl is ripped out of the spring, from her mother's arms, is erasing the thing that gave comfort to women for centuries. And people can and should still find power and healing in it now!
Fill in the blanks the story leaves in whatever manner seems fit to you, there's plenty of room, but. Come the fuck on.
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if requests(?) are open what do you think about bff!rafe whos absolutely down bad for reader âșïž
bff!rafe is honestly the most obsessive man ever and has no sense of boundaries ngl
truth be told, you and rafe havenât even known each other that long, barely a year, to be exact. when you had moved into the pretty little baby blue house that overlooked the busy docks and calm waters, rafe had just made his long overdue return to figure 8. you were fresh out of college, and as free as a baby bird â with a somewhat matured rafe who was patiently waiting on the perfect moment to swoop in and teach you to to fly â his way.
you see, rafe was the man of his family now, and as the leading man of the cameron lineage, he had no choice, but to become painfully aware of the damage he could cause. you shared the likeness of a baby deer â naive, dainty, and a little too welcoming ⊠much to your own detriment, at times.
so, rafe took it upon himself to take you under his wing, making sure that he always had you in his line of vision. i mean, if he didnât look out for you, who knows what kind of trouble youâd get into? which is exactly why he settled for being your best friend in the whole world, as you like to say â that is, until youâd finally snap out of the pink tinted dreamland you seemed to live in, and realize that you were better off just being his â being rafeâs girl.
âyâwanna try some?â you hummed, your manicured hand holding out the wand of your new tube of dior gloss as you mushed your swollen lips together, puckering your now shimmery lips in the mirror as you adored your new lipgloss.
met with silence, you rolled your eyes as rafe remained stood tall and authoritative behind you, his eyebrows furrowed as he fiddled with the collar of his polo shirt, âcâmon, kid â donât have time to play games,â he shrugged his shoulders, before nudging the side of your jaw with the side of his ringed finger.
to anyone who wasnât aware of your unique dynamic with rafe â the sight of a young girl dressed in nothing, but a mesh bralette that displayed her hard nipples and tiny silk shorts that sucked up into her ass, a bit bent over a vanity with a much taller manâs tented crotch ghosting right behind the curve of her ass, would be pretty incriminating.
but, in your eyes, it was just you and rafey, your very best friend in the entire world.
leaning back onto the balls of your sore feet, you completely missed the way rafe took in the ripple of your asscheeks as you let out an entitled huff, âi donât want to go golfing,â you mumble, your arms crossed firmly across your swelled tits as you send rafe a bratty frown in the mirror.
mocking your bratty behavior with an exaggerated pout, rafe lets out a feigned whimper, âaw, baby doesnât wanna hang out with rafey anymore?â
shoving the gloss-coated wand into the tube, you toss it onto the vanity, your bouncy blown-out hair whipping against rafeâs chest as you push your weak palm into rafeâs hard torso, earning another condescending laugh from the blue-eyed man, âi donât want to hang out with you, anymore,â you announce, eyes glazed with frustrated tears.
âyâsure? got lots of pretty girls who would love for me to be their best friend,â rafe cocks his head to the side, a knowing smirk tugging on his pink lips as he watches you carefully think about your next words.
with a hesitant nod, you sniffle, âiâm sure.â
âokay â iâll miss you, princess,â
your doe eyes widened with genuine concern as rafe pressed a kiss to the top of your hair, before taking a few steps backwards from you, turning to reach for the handle of your bedroom door. he canât leave â you were only kidding!
âstop! i was just kidding,â you panic, perky tits bouncing as you rush over to rafe who is biting back a cocky grin.
forcing a solemn expression, rafe gently raised a ringed hand to hold your jaw, âcanât joke like that, huh? almost made me get a new best friend, pretty girl,â rafe twists the knife, his stomach growing warm and fluttery as he watches you lightly bounce on your feet, before accepting your outstretched arms as he carries you back to your pillow and squishmallow-covered bed.
âsleep over?â you questioned sweetly.
âof course, kid.â
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wet lip smacks and muffled moans filled the four walls of your bedroom as you laid semi-underneath a now shirtless rafe. one leg hooked over his hip as your hands cupped each side of his strained neck. your puffy lips were nearly raw and tingly from rafeâs constant suckling and nipping at your mouth. rafeâs hand kept a light grip on your throat as he kept you engrossed in the slippery kiss, tongues dancing together wildly as rafe fucked your mouth with his.
pushing out a sleepy whine, you said your delicate hand to rafeâs collarbone, gently pushing, ârafey â mâlips hurt,â your words were jumbled as rafe groaned into your mouth, his lips continuing their relentless assault.
your sloppy little makeout sessions with rafe were a common find when it came to spending a day with him, and you didnât see anything wrong with it â i mean, he was your best friend forever, he would never steer you in the wrong direction.
shutting you up with a slip of his tongue inside of your mouth, rafeâs hand sliding to cup your cheek as you are quick to wraps your swollen lips around his slippery tongue, gently suckling the pink muscle. you continued sucking on his tongue for a few more minutes, your mixed spit shining on the corners of your mouths and messily smeared on your chins from wet lips.
sliding a calloused, ring-clad hand to cup your soft ass underneath the silk of your shorts, rafe patted two light slaps to your skin, earning a needy moan from you as your wrapped your slick lips around his tongue once more, in a sealing kiss, âsorry â yâtaste good,â you mumbled, your sore lips pulled into a sorry little pout as rafe nods knowingly, gently pulling your head to lean against his chest.
rafe never missed the way you gazed up at him, your doll eyes sparkling with adoration and respect â you never judged him, and he appreciated that.
âsâokay, kid.â he responded, mushing your cherub cheeks as your lips remain in a silly smile.
you really had the bestest friend in the whole world!
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Opposites Attract
Unlike his friend, D16 often kept his head down and followed protocol. Going through his usual routine one cycle after another, only stepping out of his normality whenever Orion Pax needed to be pulled out of trouble. Yet... he'd be lying, if he ever said his optics never occasionally drifted towards the one thing he's wanted. You. The High Guard that had stolen his spark, who's beauty could only be compared to the sparkling towers of Iacon. Something he could never touch and never to keep. For he accepted the fact you both were from different worlds. Something that not even one of the 'great plans' of Orion Pax could change... right...?
Content: D16/Megatron TFO x F/Cybertronian Reader. Fluff.
Toiling away under the flickering lights and constant hum of machinery. The cavernous walls of the mine glittered with the veins of energon, their iridescent glow faintly illuminating the surroundings.
As the others grinded away at the seams of energon, Orion Pax's gaze flickered up at D16, noticing the distracted expression upon his faceplate.
"Hey D. You ok?"
Startled and snapping out of his daze, D16 briefly looked over his shoulder. "Huh? Oh- yeah, yeah. I'm fine." he replied dismissively, casually returning his blank gaze back to the task at hand.
"You know I've got your back. Right...?"
"I know, I know you do, Orion. It's just... it's nothing. Really."
Orion lowered his tools, placing a hand on D16's shoulder as his movements became a bit more forceful, as if he was trying to take out his frustration on the cave walls.
Stiffening under his friend's touch, finally taking a moment of pause as he met Orion's concerned gaze.
"It's just... it's stupid. I honestly don't know why I'm even bothered by it." A heavy sigh escaped D16's lips, dropping his tools and leaning against the rocky wall behind him. "I... bumped into someone this morning before shift. It was a little thing really, but the simple shock of it... the shock of realizing who it was... I-I've never seen her in person before, only from the holos, but... Primus, Orion. She was... perfect!"
"Don't give me that look." He groaned, seeing the faint smile tugging on Orion's faceplate. "It's not like I have a chance with her. There's no universe where she'd be slightest bit of interested in some lowly mech like me-"
"C'mon D... don't be like that-"
"Why shouldn't I? It's the truth and you know it." D16 pushed himself off the wall and resumed his work. Wielding his tools with more force than necessary. The sharp ringing of metal against stone echoed throughout the cavern.
"Because there's gotta be more to life than just... this!" Orion protested, gesturing to their surroundings. "Don't you want to try and be more than what we're 'supposed' to be?-"
"What else are we supposed to be, then?!" D16 scowled, swinging his tool once more, causing a shower of sparks to fly up. The glow of the energon-flecked rock reflected off the planes of his face, casting deep shadows under his optics. For a brief moment, the harsh environment seemed to aged his otherwise youthful features. "We're miners! Built for this! Just because you have grand dreams and aspirations, doesn't mean the rest of us do!"
Orion flinched, pausing for moment before finding his voice again. "You're... not seriously gonna just admire this femme from afar...? I-I've seen the way you look at her. You adore her!-"
"It doesn't matter, Orion. She's far beyond me. I'm... just a simple miner, and she's a High Guard. There's no point in even entertaining the thought that I could ever... be with her."
"Why not? Who says you couldn't? You're just as good as any mech!-"
"Oh yeah! I'm sure she'd be enthralled by my rugged charm and the coal dust that's constantly clinging to my frame!" D16 bitterly laughed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I bet she'd swoon over the grease stains on my servos. And of course, the highlight! My endless stories of energon extraction- it just gets the femmes going every time! Clearly!"
Grinding away at the cavern wall, using the repetitive motion of his tools against the stone to distract him from the thoughts spinning through his processor. The dull ache in D16's servos felt like a welcomed relief compared to the turmoil in his spark. A small thorn of guilt pricked at his circuits, as he caught Orion's somber expression within the corner of his optic.
Both fell into a tense silence, the only sound of steady rhythmic clang of metal on stone dragging out till the end of their long shift.
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Eventually the twelfth hour came to an end, D16 and Orion headed to the nearest exit along with their fellow miners. Grimy from the day's work, their servos stained and joins sore from exertion. D16 stretches lazily, trying to work out the kinks in his wiring, rolling his neck and shoulders as he walked beside Orion.
Raising an optic ridge, following his friend's gaze. D16's spark practically stutters when he spots you not far in the distance. A sweet smile framing your lips, as you spoke to another High Guard, your polished form standing out against the dingy backdrop of the mining station. D16's spark pulsed within it's chamber, sending zaps of electricity throughout his circuits, as if you're a magnet drawing him in. As you turned away from your fellow High Guard, the silver miner quickly avoided eye contact, secretly hoping you didn't notice him as he stared at the floor.
Hiding his mischievous smile, Orion slowed his pace a little. His gaze stubley peering up at you every so often, as the gap between you and his friend gradually closes. Secretly positioning himself slightly behind you, Orion quickly pushed you into D16.
His optics widen as you came crashing down on top of him, your sudden weight causing him to lose balance and fall onto his back with a surprised 'oof.'
"H-Hey! Watch where you're..." oh... Primus...
Subtle warmth slowly raised beneath his faceplates, as passers by raised an optic ridge at your... rather compromising position. Your tall yet slender frame caging D16 beneath you, while his servos hovered awkwardly above your waist.
"Ow..."
A jolt of electricity shot through him, a gasp slipping past his lips as your weight shifted onto his legs, straddling his lap. His servos itched towards your thighs, his amber optics watching the grime and dirt rub off onto your otherwise flawless paintwork. Quickly glancing up at you with an apologetic expression, as your optics flickered open.
"By the AllSpark! Are you ok?" your melody tone was filled with concern, as your soft gaze met his. "I-I honestly don't know what happened."
Taking a moment to collect himself, D16's servos involuntary slowly slid up and down your thighs. "I'm... I'm fine. No harm done... are you alright?"
A subtle heat rose to your faceplates, making them warm to the touch, as your optics flickered down at your thighs. Feeling the miner's calloused servos subconsciously caress your sooth metal.
Following your shy gaze, embarrassment flushed across D16's features. Quickly pulling his servos away and scrambling to sit up properly, his chassis brushing against yours. His optics nervously darting around, attempting to avoid your gaze while his spark wildly pulsed within its chamber.
Both raising onto your peds, and after a brief moment of hesitation. The miner's gaze slowly trailed up your form, as you brushed off the coal dust and grime.
"Primus... s-sorry about that." A pang of guilt struck his inner-circuits, while D16 fussed over you. His spark skipping a beat as you gave him a sweet smile. The warmth of your body made his processor go all fuzzy, not being able to string a single thought.
"Thank you-"
"D! There you are! I've been looking for you." Orion's cheerful voice interrupted. Pulling his usual warm smile, ignoring his friend's annoyed glare as Orion wrapped an arm around D16's shoulders. "Please forgive my clumsy friend, ma'am. If you'll allow it, he'd would like to properly apologize for this whole inconvenience. Perhaps over some energon? His treat, of course."
What?! D16's optics widened, as his glare narrowed onto his friend. For sparks sake, Orion! Now isn't the time to conjure up one of your 'master plans!'
You held up your servos. "Oh... that's very sweet. But he doesn't-"
"Nonsense. He insists. Right, buddy?"
Not wanting to bring anymore attention, than Orion already did. D16 slowly nodded, as an irritated huff escaped him.
His optics flickered towards you, as your sweet chuckles came to his audio receivers. Clearly finding somewhat some form of amusement, as the miner obviously looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here.
"Very well... if he insists. U-Um... when?"
"How about this evening?" Orion's smile widened, clapping a hand upon D16's shoulder, who subtly cringed under his friend's touch. "D knows a great energon bar down the way, The Cranked Gear. Very laid-back atmosphere, perfect for a casual... meeting."
The warmth beneath D16's plates rose, as he caught a glimpse of your sweet smile. Your soft gaze roaming over his frame, "sounds great. See you later... D."
"What. The. Fragg was that?!" the silver miner snapped once you were out of earshot. A mixture of disbelief and frustration etched into his faceplates, "you set me up!"
"Hey... I was just trying to help." Orion held up his servos in surrender. "Plus, it proves you have a chance with her-"
"Are you kidding me? There's no chance!" D16 threw his servos up in exasperation, his inner-circuits coiling with tension. "She's a High Guard. I'm a cogless miner-bot. We're practically from different worlds! What am I supposed to do? Just sit there and make a fool of myself?"
A weak smile came to Orion, shrugging as he tried to give D16 some form of reassurance. "From... what I've heard. You kinda just... sit there and talk when you're on a date."
"Gee, thanks for the helpful advice." D16 frowned, his tone dripping in sarcasm. "I'll just sit there and chat about the weather and my thrilling work in energon extraction." A low groan escaped his lips, while pinching the bridge of his nose. "I don't know why or how I let you talk me into things, y'know..." This is gonna be a disaster.
Later That Evening
Rocking upon his heels, shifting nervously from pede to pede. A subtle hopeful expression etched upon his features, as D16 glanced around for you.
No sign of her yet...
Taking a deep breath, trying to steady his spark and nerves. While his processor ran through potential conversation topics, attempting to prepare something interesting to say. A sigh escaping his lips, as D16 looked down at himself, suddenly hyper-aware of his frame. His rough, dull plating starkly stood out against the sleek finish of the other mechs in the vicinity.
Hopefully... she's not too put off by my rough exterior-
"Good evening... hopefully you haven't been waiting long."
Your soft tone snapped him out of his thoughts, his wide eyed stare roaming over your newly polished figure. "No! Uh, I mean... no. I just got here... you look..."
"What...?" you quickly looked down at yourself. Examining particular spots over your frame, "do I still have coal dust on me or something?"
"No! No! You look good. Great, even. Better than great!" fragging idiot. "Um... shall we...?"
Giving him a brief smile, you followed D16's lead into the bar. Sunken ceiling lights lit the area with a warm, gentle hue. The atmosphere bustling with chatter and laughter. Making your way through the clutter of tables and chairs, D16 could practically feel the surprised and confused expressions of the patrons, as they took in your presence.
He knew that the pair of you must make quite the duo, a miner and a High Guard. While guiding the way through the bar, his optics narrowed onto the nearest bots, silently daring them to say something. Leading you to a more secluded booth in the far corner, the lights became slightly more dim, creating more intimate feel. While the patrons chatter reduced to lulled muffle.
Your smile slightly widened, as D16 pulled out a seat for you. Politely waiting til you were settled before taking a seat opposite you.
"So... uh... how was your day?" his voice was uncharacteristically low, while his digits anxiously fidgeted wit the edge of the table. Seriously? That's the best you can come up with? Come on!
"Um... alright. Nothing out of the ordinary."
The awkward tension slowly eased into the space between you, as D16's processor scrambled for a new topic.
"That's good... My shift down in the mines was pretty normal. Just the... usual amount of ore. No issues with the equipment- well, one drill malfunctioned. But we fixed it quick enough."
D16's spark nervously pulsed through his wires, as you flashed him a weak smile. Replying with a simple nod, "oh... um, sounds... eventful? Would you... like to order some energon?"
"Yeah, yeah. Sure. I, uh, should probably warn you though. The stuff they serve here isn't exactly the most refined. It's... got a kind of a bite to it."
After answering with shrug, D16 took the cue to approach the nearby bar. The bartender passed him the drinks with a knowing glance, only to be greeted with the miner's glare in return. Knowing full well that the whole bar was undoubtedly watching him, make his way back to you.
Settling himself back into his seat, carefully sliding your drink towards you. As he took a sip from his own, the smooth taste a momentary distraction from the awkward tension.
Noticing your half-hearted smile, a pang of guilt thumped within his spark. This a complete fragging diseater! Why can't I say anything? I can practically feel this whole thing already crashing and burning in front of me!-
"What's... that on your shoulder?"
"Huh?" D16 followed your gaze, briefly noticing you pausing from your drink. A subtle warmth radiated beneath his faceplates as embarrassment swept through his frame. "Oh, uh, that's just... a sticker. My friend, Orion put it there a while ago, and I... forgot to remove it-"
"Oh no. Don't remove it." The tone of your voice peaked a little, as your gaze softened. Admiring the sticker's holographic shine. "It looks good on you. You should see my stasis pod in my private quarters."
A shy smile lit up his features, as D16's spark fluttered within it's chamber. "Y-You... you think so? I, uh... I appreciate that. And... what's on your stasis pod?"
"My favorite, Solus Prime. But I promise it's only a small sticker."
"Ah, a Solus fan, eh?" a small chuckle escaped his lips. Optics shining with a glimmer of amusement. "Not too shabby. Can't blame you, she was a badass warrior. And... only a small sticker, you say?"
Holding up your servo, almost pinching the air between your thumb and index digit. "This small. Nothing too crazy."
"Oh, phew." A light laugh escaped his lips, as D16 mockly wiped an invisible bead of condensation upon his forehelm. "I was worried you had her face on a full sized wall mural. But just a little sticker? That's much more reasonable."
Your sweet chuckles rung through the air between the pair of you, like a sweet melody. Lifting the awkwardness that lingered before, finally giving him the chance to actually feel connected with you.
Feeling a bit more emboldened, D16 continued. "Seriously. Solus is a solid choice. But I'd have to go with Megatronus, personally."
Raising an optic ridge, while tilting your helm to the side. "What draws to you him?"
Leaning back in his seat, a look of admiration sparkled within his optics. "Well, apart from being the most fearsome warrior in Cybertron's history. He was also a brilliant strategist! He could take on any opponent and come out on top! Plus, he's just... so incredibly powerful. Unstoppable really! I guess I've... always looked up to him for that kind of strength."
A small smile teased the corner of your lips, trying to hide it behind your cup. "That's very true. I gotta admit that he's a total badass."
"Oh. He's definitely a badass! I remember reading tales about his battles against the Quintessons, and let me tell you. They're the stuff of legend! He could take on an entire army by himself and come out with nothing but a scratch."
"Careful." Your teasing tone purred. "Your fanboy is showing."
The warmth beneath his faceplates grow even more, as embarrassment crept back into his frame. Clearing his vocal processor, attempting to return to his usual demeanor while his spark skipped a beat. "What? I'm just stating facts."
Taking the last sip from your drink, your soft gaze trailed down his chassis. D16 subconsciously shifts his body, covering his cogless chamber. His spark pulsing more, avoiding your gaze while taking another mouthful of his drink.
A lull ache pulsed throughout your frame, guilt jabbing your at your spark. "Forgive me... I-I shouldn't have starred-"
"It's... It's fine." The lull ache within you begun to painfully prick at your spark, as D16's words held a more rougher edge than he intended. "You were just curious. I don't blame you."
A subtle blanket of awkward silence slowly crept back into the air, as hesitation temporarily stole your words. A flicker of surprise flashed within D16's optics, as his soft gaze noticed your servo edging closer to him across the table. Breath almost got stuck in his vents as he met your optics, the colour shining with genuine curiosity and a hint of compassion.
The question swirling within your processor, softly escaped your lips in just above a whisper. "Can I...?"
Answering with a simple nod. D16 flinched slightly as you touched his cogless chamber, as if bracing himself for judgement or ridicule. Yet your expression remained soft, a hint of... affection? Flickering within your optics. As your digits gently traced the otter rim of his circular chamber, a strange sense of comfort washed over him. The gesture surprisingly tender, as he found himself relaxing under your touch.
"It's... It's a pretty pathetic sight... isn't it?"
Another prang of guilt pulsed throughout your inner-circuits, as you picked up the subtle shame hiding within D16's words. "What? No! No, of course not. Just... different..."
"Different? That's one way to put it." D16's tone held a bitter edge, while a scoff escaped him. "I mean... look at me. A cogless miner bot. I'm a pathetic excuse for a Cybertronian."
Great... Hanging his head low, a heavy sigh escaped him. Why did you steer the conversation in that direction? You idiot!-
Crunch!
Snap!
D16's optics widened as he witnessed you tear away a small section of your forearm. His puzzled gaze flickering to the soft smile upon your lips, your optics shining with kindness as an idea crossed your processor.
"Wait! What are you doing?-"
Your soft smile, sweetened as you leaned back in your seat. Purposely positioning yourself just out of his reach, while you worked on the scrap piece of metal. Only taking a few moments to flatten it, using the table's edge to smooth and round off the edges, before holding up the now makeshift disk for inspection.
"I... know it's not real." D16's spark fluttered within his chassis, as his wide optics met your loving gaze. His breath hitching as you reached across the table, placing the makeshift disk into his empty cog chamber. "But maybe... a part of me could be... your 'cog?'"
Staring down at the makeshift 'cog' which now rested in the chamber, a hopeful pulse beat through your inner circuits as your spark skipped.
For a moment, he couldn't find the words to express the swirling emotions within his spark. Surprise, gratitude, affection... They all crashed together in a wonderful mess.
"I-I... I don't know what to say. This is..." D16 slowly placed a servo over his cog chamber, feeling the shape of his new 'cog' inside.
The act itself wasn't just incredibly kind but... surprisingly intimate. The fact that you would willingly give up a part of yourself for him. To make him feel more... complete.
I-I... would never believed... never have imagined...
H-Have I... overstepped somehow? You nervously swallowed a lump in your vocal processor. Was it too much?
But the invisible tug upon the corners of his lips, was enough to slowly calm your racing spark. For he couldn't help but stare at you in quiet awe, as D16's processor still reel from your act. He gently reached a servo across the table, resting it atop your own. A silent gesture of gratitude and affection, while his optics met yours.
"Th-This... was unexpected- wonderful! Thoughtful! But just... unexpected..." he lowly spoke. "How could I ever thank you?"
"Well..." your sweet smile turned slightly flirty, as your thumb caressed D16's knuckles. "Maybe... you could demonstrate your strength to me? I... heard miners are strong."
D16's faceplates heats up at your flirtatious tone, a rush of nervous excitement tingles pulsed throughout his frame.
"O-Oh..." his amber optics glanced around the bar, making sure nobody was eavesdropping as he returned your smile. "And... how would you like me to demonstrate that? Perhaps somewhere more... private?"
Butterflies entangled your wires, as D16's servo took yours in a slightly tighter grip. "Where did you have in mind?"
His breath hitched a little, feeling you checking him out. The touch of your servo beneath his sent a shiver through his circuits. Gradual confidence filled his spark, as he leaned in a bit further, his voice dropping to a low, sultry tone. "I know a secluded spot not too far from here. It'll give us all the privacy we need for a... rigorous demonstration."
"Sounds perfect."
D16 gives you a sly smile, his frame buzzing with anticipation as you softly bit your bottom lip. Sliding out of the booth, his optics meeting yours. Extending a servo out to you, a silent offer to follow him. "This way gorgeous."
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âïž . , JUST SO YOU KNOW , Y.JW !
PAIRING: boyfriend ! jungwon Ă girlfriend ! afab reader. SYNOPSIS: when you can't help but want everyone else to know that he's yours. GENRE: jealous girlfriend trope, drabble. WARNING(S): hickey (mentioned), jealous reader, not proofread. WORD COUNT: 587. [ARCHIVE]
Jungwon sits stiffly in his chair, trying to maintain a polite smile while the female idol leans a little too close for comfort. Her hand casually brushes his arm, and he shifts slightly, hoping to create some distance. His discomfort is evident in the way his fingers twitch nervously at his sides. The crew around them laughs, some whispering that the two of them look "so cute together."
âYou two should date, honestly,â one of the stylists says with a playful nudge, completely unaware of how uncomfortable Jungwon feels.
The female idol, catching on, giggles and leans in closer, batting her eyelashes. âShould we?â she asks, her voice dripping with feigned innocence. She knows about you, but sheâs choosing to ignore it. Her hand lingers on Jungwonâs shoulder, her fingers playing with the fabric of his jacket, as if testing his boundaries.
Jungwonâs jaw tightens, but he forces a polite smile, swallowing down his frustration. âIâm already datinââ he starts, trying to assert his relationship, but before he can finish, the door to the room swings open.
You step in, your smile so sweet it could melt ice, but the fire in your eyes tells a different story. Without missing a beat, you stride over to Jungwon, effortlessly slipping your arm through his, your body pressing gently against his side. The tension in the room shifts immediately, and Jungwonâs entire posture relaxes at the sight of you.
âOh? What were you saying?â you ask, your voice dripping with playful curiosity, eyes locking onto the stylist who had just suggested the ridiculous idea. You look so serene, like you hadnât heard a word of what was said, but Jungwon knows better. Beneath your calm exterior is a storm.
The room falls silent. The stylists and crew exchange awkward glances, the female idol's face paling slightly as you shoot her a glanceâsharp, protective.
âAh... nothing... uh, are you JungwonâsâŠâ The stylist trails off, unsure of how to proceed under your intense gaze.
You turn to Jungwon, urging him with a tilt of your head to clear things up once and for all. His throat goes dry for a second, but then he nods, stepping up. âYes,â he says, voice firm but slightly nervous under your watchful eye. âWe're dating.â
You hum in approval, but your eyes glitter mischievously. âOh, really? You didnât tell them about this?â You feign innocence as your finger softly grazes the side of his neck, pulling down the collar just enough to reveal the faint purplish mark youâd left there earlier that day.
Jungwonâs cheeks flush a deep shade of pink, and he lets out a breath he didnât know he was holding. His eyes dart between you and the now-silent crew, utterly embarrassed but also relieved to have you there. The rest of the room goes wide-eyed, a mix of shock and sudden realization flooding their expressions.
The female idol visibly stiffens, retracting her hand from Jungwonâs shoulder, now clearly outmatched. She clears her throat and forces a smile, taking a step back. âOh⊠I see,â she mutters under her breath, trying to play it off coolly, but the damage is done.
You smirk slightly, giving her one last glance before turning back to Jungwon. Your hand squeezes his arm a bit tighter, possessive but loving. Jungwon finally breaks into a small, relieved smile, the tension from before melting away as he looks at you with gratitude.
Leaning closer to him, you murmur teasingly, âNext time, donât make me have to do this, okay?â
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first time â jessie fleming x reader
in which: you and jessie take the next step in your relationship
warnings: smut (18+), g!p sex, oral (r receiving), penetrative sex (r receiving), dirty talk
wc: 4.6K, used a couple prompts from @delusionisaplace!
a/n: Let's say jessie is still at chelsea here, just to make sense of the tiny bit of plot there is at the beginning of this fic, lol. also, this is... pure filth. I don't know why this was the fic that got me out of my writer's block but yeah, have it. also if the whole g!p thing is NOT your thing, then don't read it! the warning is there for a reason. it's my first time writing this dynamic, so I'm sorry if it's kinda shitty. as usual, not proofread. sorry for any mistakes.
You kept rolling your hips down into Jessie's lap, another whine escaping your lips as you could feel her growing cock pressing into you with every brush against her hips. Your head was buried in your girlfriend's neck, lips parted and softly panting as you fisted your hands in her hair. "Fuck, Jess, if we don't stop now we are not making it in time to Leah's," you said, with the last remaining bit of dignity lingering inside of you.
Leah had invited some of her Arsenal teammates and their plus ones over for a big dinner at her place, to which you'd eagerly agreed when you first got the invitation. After a bit of convincing, you'd managed to get Jessie on board too â the self-consciousness about being the only Chelsea player in a predominantly Arsenal-covered living room quickly washed away with the prospect of a little mingling with old and new friends in sight.
Right now, though, a dinner with friends was the last thing on Jessie's mind. Admittedly, it wasn't really at the front of yours either. Your every thought now laced with pleasure, you tried your absolute hardest to keep a little bit of self-control before you lost yourself completely in Jessie's touch, in the feeling of her burgeoning hard-on pressing against your awaiting core.
"Yeah", Jessie breathed against you, forcing her eyes closed because your blissed out face was pushing her towards an edge she didn't want to be at yet, "yeah, you're right," she said, but made no move to stop or get up, if anything she pushed your hips harder against hers.
You lifted your head from her neck in a vain attempt to regain some control, but seeing Jessie's baby hairs sticking against her forehead that was covered in a sheen layer of sweat, a frown etched upon her face as she concentrated on being good for you with her eyes closed, there wasn't a single cell in your body that wanted anything else but this.
"Fuck it," you mumbled underneath your breath, "we'll make up an excuse later," it was the last bit of encouragement that Jessie needed, already lifting you up from the couch before you even got a chance at finishing your sentence. You squealed as she lifted you up and you put your legs around her waist, hanging onto her while she manoeuvred the two of you up the stairs and into her bedroom.
You and Jessie hadn't gone much further than a few heated make-out sessions on either of your couches yet. The relationship was fairly new and as much as you were completely infatuated by her, you'd promised each other to take it slow. But the past week, anytime Jessie did anything but breathe near you, you wanted nothing more than to jump her bones â you were ovulating, in your defense. So when you rang her doorbell that night, having gotten ready in your own apartment for Leah's dinner, and Jessie opened the door in a white button-up shirt that was tucked into a pair of black slacks that perfectly hugged her muscular thighs, you knew you wouldn't have the self control to restrain yourself tonight.
Jessie's button-up shirt and your dress long forgotten â not without the promise that you'd wear it again for her â your girlfriend placed you on the bed and crawled on top of you. "You drive me crazy, baby, honestly. I need you so bad," she said, pulling a moan from you. Jessie had always been â and still was â quite reserved. She had her moments with you where she would turn into herself, but those were rare. With other people, though, it was rare that they would see Jessie let loose. So when you discovered that Jessie was quite the dirty talker in bed, it's safe to say you more than were surprised. Pleasantly surprised, that's for sure.
Your Canadian peppered kisses all over your face, your cheek and jawline until she reached the base of your neck, where she let her wet tongue glide over the sensitive skin all the way back up until she reached your ear, where she softly nipped on your earlobe. All your senses were overwhelmed with Jessie â you saw, heard, felt and smelled nothing but her. And you loved it.
A couple moments later Jessie still found her face nuzzled into your neck, sucking, kissing and licking all over the skin there. And as much as you liked it and it felt good, you were starting to feel quite the throb between your legs â and you wanted, needed, her to do something about it.
"Jess", you said breathily, to which she lifted her head. "Please, I need you," you continued, to which a small smirk tugged at her lips. "What do you need, love?" she asked. You groaned and threw your head back. "Your mouth, your fingers, your dick. Anything, Jess." A shiver rolled down Jessie's spine as you finished talking, purely due to the excitement of what was about to come.
The Canadian wasn't particularly someone for one-night stands, she simply loved too hard to be able to fuck someone without catching any sorts of feelings for them. That, combined with her busy schedule, meant she hadn't dated in a good while. Meaning that, for the last couple of years, the only relief Jessie could give herself was the pumping of her own hand. Merely the thought of her length being enveloped in your warm tunnel had her almost bursting.
She slowly made her way down, pressing open-mouthed kisses all over your body. You could feel her sucking your skin and marking you up, but you didn't have an ounce of self-control left in your body anymore to tell her to stop. She reached your underwear and teased you by dipping one finger underneath the waistband, but not trailing further.
"Can I take this off?" she asked softly, earning a nod from you. "I'm gonna need words, beautiful," she said, when you didn't speak up further. "I know you can do that for me," she continued, which caused you to blush. "Yeah-, yeah, that's okay. Only if you undress too," you replied. Jessie glanced down at her own body and noticed that she was still half-dressed, her lower body still covered. She stood up quickly and kicked off her trousers and socks â her swollen cock a little less restrained which caused her to sigh a breath of relief â before settling her body between your legs again.
A smile tugged at the corners of her lips when she pulled your underwear down your legs, a string of your arousal connected to the garment. "You're soaked baby, god, you're so hot," Jessie mumbled.
Your girlfriend skipped the teasing and torturing and delved straight in, your scent way too intoxicating for the Canadian to wait any longer to taste you. Jessie licked a long, slow stripe from your entrance up to your clit, gathering your arousal in her mouth and spreading it all over your lips. You couldn't hold back the moan that escaped your lips upon the feeling of Jessie's warm tongue against your heat.
"Fuck, Jess, that's so good," you said breathlessly. You had been uncertain and insecure about this moment for a long time, but you couldn't have wished for a better time to take the next step in your relationship. You were pulled out of your thoughts when Jessie took your sensitive nub in her mouth and teasingly flicked her tongue across it, earning a grunt from you. You tangled your hands in her curls and gave a sharp tug when you felt her teeth graze your clit, the sting subsiding quickly when she started sucking on it again.
It wasn't long before you started to feel a tightening sensation starting to bubble up inside of you. Jessie's tongue was working wonders against your core and you were seriously questioning why it had taken the two of you so long to get to this point. The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and the squelching of your drenched core, riling you up further â if that was even possible. Jessie hadn't even used her fingers yet and she had you teetering on the edge.
"Jess," you breathed, trying to form a coherent sentence while the Canadian was sucking and licking on you at a relentless pace. "I'm close, baby, you're gonna make me cum," you continued. Jessie hummed into your pussy, not relenting by any means. In response, she squeezed your thighs that were resting on her shoulders. Your moans rose in pitch as she brought you closer and closer to your high, not letting her pace waver once you started squirming and bucking underneath her.
"Oh fuck, Jess, fuck, I'm cumming," you mustered, right before you felt the coil in your belly snap. You arched your back off the bed and threw your head back, your thighs locking around Jessie's head whose ministrations kept going. You let out a loud moan as you started to come down, your girlfriend guiding you through your orgasm and eventually releasing your lips with a pop as you started growing sensitive.
You dropped your legs from Jessie's shoulders and rested them on the mattress, trying to catch your breath from the mind-blowing orgasm you just had. "Fuck, that was good," you said, not needing to glance at Jessie to know there was a smug smirk plastered on her face. She rested her head on your thigh and pressed soft kisses, waiting for you to come down from your high.
A couple moments later you managed to catch your breath, and opened your eyes to look at her. "You're amazing", you said, a light smile tugging at your lips. You couldn't miss the small blush that crept upon your girlfriend's cheeks at your words. "Thank you, baby, I love making you feel good," she replied.
Another few moments of silence went by before you spoke up. "What about you?" you said, wanting nothing more than to return the favor but not really knowing how to approach the subject. After all, you were quite nervous, to put it lightly. You had never had sex with a dick before, and you definitely didn't know whether you were going to be any good at it â whether you would like it even. Jessie and you had talked about it countless of times, talked about what you thought you would like and not like, because the last thing she wanted was to make you uncomfortable or to hurt you in the moment.
"What about me?" Jessie quipped back, but you didn't miss the glint in her eyes. She climbed up your body and laid her head on your chest before you replied. "I want you to feel good too," you said softly, to which she let out a little chuckle. "Pleasuring you is more than enough, baby," she said, to which you rolled your eyes. "I'm not having that, Fleming. You know what I mean."
Jessie chuckled and looked up at you. "Are you sure? I know we said we'd take things slow on this regard," she asked. She was right. You had told her that you wanted to take things slow. You were more than comfortable with the Canadian but you didn't want to rush into things. You nodded, taking a deep breath before continuing the conversation. "Yeah, you're right. I did say that. But this feels good. It feels right," you said, tucking a strand of hair behind Jessie's ear. "So if it feels right for you too, I'm more than willing to try some things."
"It feels more than right, you know that, but I just want to make sure that you feel okay with all of this. I'd never want to rush you into doing things you'd rather not," Jessie said softly, tracing patterns on your bare chest. You pressed a kiss against her crown and took her chin between your thumb and index finger, tilting her head up towards you. You gave her an appreciative look before you spoke. "You're perfect, Jess. I love how mindful you are being, but I promise that I'm okay with this. I'd tell you if I wasn't."
Jessie gave you a nod and a warm smile before rolling off your body and sitting up, seemingly a bit nervous about her next step. She looked around hesitantly around the room. "You okay, Jess?" you inquired, now sitting up against the headboard. "Y-yeah, I was just," she breathed, voice slightly wavering. You frowned, wondering what had gotten Jessie visibly upset. "We're on the same page, right?" she asked. You cocked an eyebrow at your girlfriend. "I think so, yeah? I don't know what you mean, but I don't see how we couldn't be."
Jessie seemed to relax a little at your words. "Is it okay if I grab a condom, then?" you chuckled at her question, shaking her head in disbelief before speaking up again. "Of course, Jess, why are you so nervous about that?"
"I don't know, we hadn't verbally agreed on what we wanted next and I didn't want to just grab a condom if I wasn't sure that this is what you wanted," she explained. A small smile tugged at your lips as you leant in and cupped her cheek, pressing a tender kiss against her lips before you replied. "You're adorable. Thank you for checking in. But yeah I can confirm that this," you gestured towards Jessie's hand that was resting on the nightstand and then down towards her still-hardened member, "is what I want."
Jessie's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red and she cast her gaze away from yours, slightly embarrassed at her own uncertainty. Nonetheless, she opened her nightstand and rummaged around until she found an unopened pack of condoms. "It's been ages since I've used these, but I'm pretty sure they're not expired yet," Jessie said with a toothy grin on her face. "Well, we should make sure to get some new ones then next time we're grocery shopping," you said, a teasing smile adorning your lips as you spoke to your girlfriend. "Big plans huh?" she inquired, before bringing the condom packet to her mouth and ripping it open.
You watched on in awe as Jessie slipped the top of the condom over her tip and rolled the rest down her length. It was safe to say that Jessie's member was above average length. It was quite wide and thick. On another day, if your heart wasn't pounding in your chest, you would've probably made a comment about it. You had never had sex with a dick before, so it was safe to say that you were quite nervous about taking her, if you were going to be able to at all.
Jessie made her way back over to you and spread your legs again, settling her body in between yours as she sat back on her heels. She caressed your thighs gently and relented from doing anything, letting you set the pace for now. She could tell you were nervous. She offered you a warm, small smile before speaking up. "I'll be gentle with you, I promise. I wouldn't want to hurt you, ever," you nodded and gave your girlfriend an appreciative nod. She knew you'd never had penetrative sex with a dick before. She also knew you were nervous, so it meant a lot to you that she was reassuring you like this.
"I know. I trust you," you said, before you scooted a little closer to her, trying to wordlessly let her know that you were ready. Jessie got the hint and pushed her body towards you, hovering over you on her knees as she adjusted so her dick was lining up with your entrance. You watched on between your bodies in awe as Jessie grabbed her length and softly pushed it up and down between your folds, repeatedly bumping against your clit. You couldn't suppress the soft whimpers that escaped your lips. A couple moments later, Jessie looked up to you and searched your eyes for any signs of uncertainty. She wanted to make sure that you were fully comfortable before she pushed further. You grabbed her hand that was situated on your hip, keeping herself up, and gave it a tight squeeze.
Jessie took it as encouragement and lined herself up with your entrance, ever so slowly inching forward. She kept her eyes trained on your face as she entered you, making sure she didn't miss any signs of discomfort as she stretched you out. You closed your eyes and bit your lip as you focused on the feeling of Jessie's hardened member entering you. Despite a first orgasm, you hadn't loosened much and you could feel the way she was stretching you out. A frown was etched on your face as you tried to compose your breathing. You tried your best to relax and to loosen up for her, but Jessie couldn't push further.
"Just let it happen, baby, don't think about it too much. I can feel you tightening around me," Jessie spoke up softly. You nodded wordlessly, taking a deep breath in and trying to relax further. Jessie was still on her knees between your legs, patiently stretching you out. She, too, was having a hard time at remaining composed. Not so much because of discomfort, but mainly because she lost herself in the feeling of being wrapped up in your heat. She wasn't in deep, by any means, but your warmth was enveloping her tip and she loved the feeling.
A couple minutes, a lot of trial and error and deep breaths later, Jessie's hips were finally flush against yours. It hadn't been easy, but the feeling of being filled by your girlfriend was nothing like you'd ever experienced. Jessie was hovering over you now, wanting to be close to you instead of on her knees between your legs. "Does this feel fine?" Jessie whispered in your ear, not wanting to disturb you too much while you were adjusting to her length inside of you. You nodded wordlessly, letting your nails rake over Jessie's back. "Yeah," you breathed out. "Yeah, this is okay."
A couple more moments passed before you spoke up again. "I think I'm ready for you to move," you said tentatively. Jessie lifted her head and looked at you, searching your eyes for any discomfort. "Okay," she breathed, pressing a tender kiss against your forehead. Jessie slowly pulled her hips back, pulling out of you just until she reached the tip. She moaned softly at the sensation, pushing back inside of you and filling you to the hilt. "Fuck," you whimpered, "do that again, please."
Jessie eyed you curiously and pulled back once more, making sure her tip stayed inside of you. "Like this?" she asked, earning a wordless nod from you. She grinned slightly, pushing back inside of you and letting your warm tunnel envelop her length. "You feel so tight around me, darling, you're so hot."
By now, you had comfortably adjusted to Jessie's length. Even though you could still feel her stretching you out with every thrust, most of the uncomfortable feeling was now replaced with pleasure. Jessie found a steady rhythm that felt good to both of you, pushing in and out of you while making sure you were comfortable.
The room was now filled with the sounds of your shared moans and the squelching of your core every time Jessie pushed inside of you. You were undeniably wetter than you'd ever been. Not only the feeling of being fucked by your girlfriend and being so close to each other, the thought of her filling you up again and again was doing things to you too.
Jessie's breathing became slightly ragged the longer you continued. You could feel her thrusts were becoming a little less regular and you wondered if those were the telltale signs of her growing closer to her orgasm. You wished you could say the same, though. Although it felt good, you didn't know whether this was doing it for you. You realized that you should tell Jessie, because she wouldn't forgive herself if she came and you didn't.
You pressed your hand against Jessie's chest which caused her to halt her movements, looking up at you worriedly. "I don't think it's going to work like this, Jess. This feels good, but I don't know if it's going to get me there," you said, an inevitable blush creeping up your cheeks. "I'm sorry."
Jessie shook her head and spoke adamantly. "Don't be sorry, please. We have all night, okay? No need to rush," she said, while leaning down and pressing a loving kiss against your lips before she sat back on her heels and slowly pulled herself out of you, watching on amazedly as your core tried to suck her back in. "Like what you see?" you teased, a smile tugging at your lips. "Yeah. I do, this is hot."
Jessie pulled out of you completely and took your hands in hers. "Is there anything you would like to try? Something you think might feel better?" Jessie inquired. You shrugged, dropping the eye contact and looking away from your girlfriend. You had an idea, but you were slightly embarrassed to voice it. She frowned, grabbing your chin between her thumb and index finger and tilting your head towards hers again. "It's just me, baby, please tell me what you've got on your mind."
Your already-red face turned a shade darker, another blush creeping on your cheeks as you locked eyes with her. "Do you maybe want to, uhm, try a different position?" you asked softly, uncertainty laced in your voice. Jessie chuckled lightly and smiled brightly at you. "Of course I want to try a different position, love," Jessie reassured you, giving your hands an appreciative squeeze as you looked up at her.
You didn't really know how to progress further. You could tell that Jessie expected further explanation from you, probably an insight to what position you wanted to try. You were still feeling quite apprehensive about the whole situation, but you mustered up the courage to go further. "Maybe... uhm, do you maybe want to try from the back?"
Jessie's face lit up at what you said, a smug smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Yeah," she chuckled, "I'm more than down to try from the back," Jessie sat back a bit to give you more room to work with, you shuffling from underneath her. You rolled your body over and pushed yourself up, holding your body up on your hands and knees. Jessie moved too, positioning her body behind yours and making sure the both of you were comfortably in the middle of the mattress.
"God, I wish you could see how good you looked from this angle," Jessie whispered. Her eyes were trained on your entrance, that was clenching around nothing. Your folds were sopping wet, your arousal smeared out all over them adding to the sensations. You turned your head and looked at your girlfriend over your shoulder, chuckling as you noticed her staring at you in awe. "You're a dork, you know that?"
Jessie let out a breathy laugh and shuffled closer to you, her dick lining up with your entrance again. "I know I am, that's why you love me" she said, not wasting another second and pushing herself inside of you again. "Oh," you said, your breath hitching in your throat at the feeling of being filled again. "Oh, yeah, that's good."
"Fuck, that's so much better, Jess. Keep going, please," you whimpered, Jessie's dick hitting your sweet spot repeatedly from the renewed angle. The Canadian propped one of her legs up next to your body for extra leverage and held your waist and started pushing in and out of you at a relentless pace. Now that she knew for sure that this felt good for you, there was no longer that mental barrier.
Your moans and whimpers only spurred her on, pleasure taking over her thoughts as her dick was enveloped in your warmth. "God, you feel so good inside of me, Jess, fuck," you got out. "Nothing will ever come close to the feeling of you around my dick, baby."
You started moving your hips back against Jessie's in time with her thrusts as a long moan escaped the Canadian's throat. "Fuck, you're incredible," she said, as you were adding to her pleasure. "You look so good like this baby, taking me so well. You're doing so good.
Her praise did inexplicable things to you. To know that you were making her feel good was working wonders on your ego. You'd been worried that you weren't going to be good enough for her, especially in the beginning as you'd have to find your footing in sex with Jessie, but tonight had blown all your doubts away.
Just as before, you could tell that Jessie was growing close to a release. This time, though, you could feel the same for you. The familiar tightening sensation started boiling up again, your breaths becoming uneven and your thrusts back against Jessie losing their strength.
"Are you close, baby? You wanna cum for me?" Jessie asked, seemingly reading your mind. You groaned deeply and mustered up a response. "God, yes, please Jessie, let me cum," you begged her. "Begging already, huh? I wasn't even denying you of anything," Jessie said with a touch of degradation in her voice which turned you on further, if that was even possible.
You threw your head down against the mattress and groaned again, not having the strength to muster up a smart response. "Go ahead, baby, cum for me, cum all over my cock," the Canadian said, finishing you off with a few harsh thrusts before you bursted all over her length, spitting out moan after moan. It wasn't long before Jessie came too, rutting harshly into you as she spurted ropes of cum into her condom. She groaned as she pulled your body flush against hers, now both of you on your knees as she fucked you through both of your orgasms.
Jessie brought of you down against the mattress when you had both come down. She laid wordlessly on top of you as she tried to compose herself and regain her breath, her dick softening and falling out of your still-drenched core. She rolled over onto her back and opened her arms for you to fall into, your head resting on her chest. You listened to her heart that was rapidly pumping.
You were the first to speak up after a couple moments. "God, that was amazing. You were amazing. I love you so much," you accentuated her words with a couple tender kisses against Jessie's lips. She smiled into the kiss. "If anything, all credit goes to you. You told me you'd never had sex with a dick before, but honestly I couldn't tell. You're everything and more," Jessie said, pulling you closer to her.
After cleaning each other up, you spent the rest of the evening in comfy clothing in each other's arms, sprawled out over the bed watching some tv. "We're gonna have to find a good excuse for Leah, by the way. I checked my phone earlier and noticed a couple missed calls."
Jessie chuckled and continued rubbed soothing patterns up and down your back. "Next time we'll make sure not to miss a dinner you agreed to. I just really couldn't withstand you this time," the midfielder confessed. "Well, that makes both of us," you pressed another tender, lingering kiss against Jessie's lips. Before long, you both drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
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Homelander x SupeTeen!Reader
Idk ya'll Homie has really been getting on my nerves recently. I wasn't exactly sure where I was going with this one at first, but I LOVE the way it turned out. It was a doozy but it was SO FUN to write! This isnât proof read just yet so please donât yell at međ
Summary: You meet your biological father for the first time at Vought Tower after your adoptive mother's unexpected passing...he's not exactly what you expected.
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: Homelander (Obviously), death of a parental figure, mentions of death, manipulation tactics, awkward parental conversations???
Being a Supe had never been easy for you, though, luckily you had never been forced to live in a lab. Soon after you were born, one of the Vought scientists had taken you in as her own, -due to the fact that your biological mother had died during childbirth- directly going against Vought's policies. She was found out eventually, to no one's surprise...but this breach in policy gave headway to a new experiment. So, she was allowed to keep you and raise you as her own. You were raised as any other child would be, but you were treated with extra caution...and being the only Supe in school wasn't exactly a cake walk. But the worst thing you had experienced was a little bullying, but your doting, caring, adoptive mother put an end to that rather quickly by talking with the school board. The first 15 years of your life were...tolerable, if not ideal. It was supposed to stay that way...until your mother was found dead at her place of work.
It had only been two weeks since your mother died. In those two weeks, you had been relocated and told, verbatim, that your father was one of the most iconic Supes in the world...Homelander. Now? You were sitting in The Seven's meeting room at Vought Tower, anxiously toying with the handle of the swivel chair you were sitting in. Part of you was still just...numb. Everything you had ever known had been ripped away from you seemingly overnight. Any other child would be over the moon...but you? You were just...detached. You were pulled out of the endless depths of your own thoughts when a voice echoed off the walls of the room.
"Hey there, kiddo!"
You looked up from your anxious fiddling, and were met with the blindingly white smile of your biological father. You did your best to give a convincing smile back, sitting up a bit straighter in your seat. His presence wasn't exactly the most comforting. He tilted his head to the side a bit when you didn't respond.
"You're Y/N...Right? Hopefully we didn't get the wrong kid...that would be awkward, wouldn't it?" Homelander asked with a laugh. He sort of stopped in the center of the room, looking you up and down, like he was trying to evaluate you...to decide your worth. You nod sheepishly.
"Yeah...yeah. That's me." It honestly didn't help that you were the age that you were...it made it more awkward somehow. Homelander didn't say anything for a moment, almost like he was waiting for you to say something else. When you didn't, he sort of chuckled.
"You're not very talkative, are you?" He asked. You had opened your mouth to respond, but he cut you off. "I guess that's understandable. Meeting your old man for the first time is no small feat..." He paused for a moment as he evaluated your expression. "I'm sorry to hear about your mom...tough stuff there, kiddo." You took a breath when he mentioned your mother. It was all so fresh...and there were so many things you had recently learned that she had never told you. You didn't even know she wasn't your biological mother until after she died.
"Mmm...Don't be sorry...not your fault."
Oh, the unknown irony of that statement.
Homelander let out a small scoff and frowned. Admittedly, the frown looked incredibly fake...almost like he was mocking you.
"Still...I can't imagine what you must be feeling. I mean, to find out that she was keeping so much from you...after she died...? That must pack an even worse punch." You sort of stiffened in your seat. You weren't exactly stupid...you could read his tone. He was hiding his insults towards your mother with a cruel, mock sympathy.
"She only did it to protect me...I know she did. She wasn't a bad mom, she was amazing, actually." You respond, almost matter-of-factly, your eyes glowing red ever so slightly. "I know raising a Supe couldn't have been easy for her...she had her reasons." It was incredibly hard to talk about your mother in any way, considering she had only died two weeks ago. Homelander sensed your tone, and put his hands up as he noticed the flicker of light in your eyes. It suddenly became clear to him that you couldn't control your powers, which almost made him smirk.
"Hey now, of course she was...Absolutely no hard feelings towards your mom...But I know I would have never kept things from you like that. And registering you at a public school, knowing you're a Supe? That's just...cruel." You were going to continue defending your mother...until he mentioned school. That was something you couldn't exactly convince yourself was a great move on your mom's part.
"School was...a different story. It was rough." You said, pulling your legs up onto the swivel chair so you could hold your knees to your chest. Homelander nodded as he took a few steps closer to you, his hands now at rest behind his back.
"So I've heard...I spoke to your therapist." That comment turned your stomach a bit. Wasn't everything you spoke about with your therapist supposed to be confidential? Homelander noticed the slight change in your expression. "Don't worry, Y/N...I didn't dig into any of the gritty teenager things..." He chuckled, "I was just curious to learn about your school situation. You're a sophomore now, right?"
"Yeah...I will be. In the fall." You said quietly. Homelander smiled, where he now stood beside your chair at the point of the uniquely shaped table.
"Well that's fun, isn't it?" He asked as he pulled out one of the other swivel chairs and pulled it towards him. "One more year and then you're one of the big dogs." You nodded, watching his movements as he sat down, facing you. Everything about him just seemed so...strange. Even the way he moved. It looked almost calculated...and was mildly unsettling.
"I guess..." You said quietly. You sighed as you rested your chin on your knees, grabbing onto the table to reluctantly turn your chair to face his...it was only polite.
"You don't seem too thrilled..." He started, his blue eyes meeting the identical set that you possessed, "Was school really that bad?" That was more of a rhetorical question on his part, he knew everything about you.
"The teasing sucks...They call me 'Laser Eyes'..." Homelander stifled a laugh when you said that, to which you narrowed your eyes.
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry!" He said with a chuckle, "That is the stupidest insult I've ever heard!" Homelander took a moment to stop laughing before he looked back to you. "Look. I'm not laughing at you, kiddo. I would never. But Laser Eyes...? Really? They couldn't come up with anything more original? I mean...Even I'd be hesitant to insult you considering you could just laser them in half." He said. His smile was almost manic looking.
"What?" You asked, almost dumbfounded. "I would never...I could never." You said. You pulled your chin off your knees, your eyes still narrowed.
"Why couldn't you? You're a Supe...aren't you? I mean...mommy swooping in and bribing administration to take disciplinary action against those little shit stains isn't exactly making you out to be the strongest person..." You almost immediately sat up correctly in your chair.
"She bribed the administration...?" You ask softly. Homelander gave a mock frown as he noticed your eyes become glossy.
"You didn't know? Gosh...How much was she keeping from you?" You swallowed as he spoke and tried your best not to cry. The last person you wanted to look pathetic in front of was Homelander...Especially considering his earlier comment about it not being a good look that your mom always had to swoop in and save you. "Awe..." He started, scooting his chair closer to yours. "Don't cry kiddo...It's not your fault that you're so lost...It's hers." Your eyes met his once again, a tear slipping down your cheek, which you quickly reached up to wipe away.
"Lost?" You ask. Homelander nodded.
"Well, most Supes your age, with your abilities usually already have a professional presence...Or at least know how to use their powers correctly." He said, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly. "I mean, had I raised you? Had you not been wrongfully stolen from me after you were born? You'd already have a place in the Supe community, followers...maybe even a contract with Vought. You wouldn't just be floating in your own little bubble...You'd have a group. A family." Something in you broke when he spoke. Your mother had stolen you from your biological father? And had he raised you, you wouldn't be so...you? So lonely and misplaced? You couldn't help the tears that slid down your cheeks. It was as if your entire life had been flipped upsidedown.
"She...S-she really kept all that from me?" You asked. Homelander tutted softly, almost pitying you. He stood up and held out his arms.
"Come here, kiddo..." He said softly, with a tone of empty sympathy. You almost immediately stood up and buried your head in his chest. At this point....What else did you have? Who else did you have? He chuckled softly as he wrapped his arms around you, his hug firm, considering he was so much larger than you...yet comforting, despite the strange material of his suit.
'It's alright, Y/N...You're right where you need to be. We'll get you up and running with those powers of yours in no time..." He said softly, resting his chin on top of your blonde hair. He caught the reflection of the two of you in the large window that lit the room and his grip tightened, almost possessively. "You're not alone anymore...got it? You've got your dad to keep you company..." You nodded against his chest, sniffling.
"Got it." You responded softly, hugging him a bit tighter. Maybe this wasn't so bad. Maybe Homelander, no, your father was what was best for you. How could you have been living in the dark for so long without realizing it...? You were truly lost. But everything was okay now. You were finally safe, in your fathers embrace.
Homelander smiled wickedly at his own reflection in the window before he rested his cheek on your head. Finally...he had you. His own child that he had been trying to get his bloody hands on for years...Losing another Vought scientist was a necessary sacrifice in the bigger picture of his perfect narrative...and it all started right here. With you. His child. He smiled as he pulled away from the hug, his hands gently squeezing your shoulders.
"How does a milkshake sound, huh? I know Planet Vought has a double chocolate one that's yummers." You smiled and nodded as he moved his thumb to wipe the tears from your cheeks.
"I love chocolate." You said with a small laugh. Homelander chuckled as he turned you towards the door of the meeting room and started walking, his firm hand on your shoulder urging you forward.
"I know."
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I hope yaâll enjoyed! I left it open for more parts so totally let me know if youâd be interested in reading more. Writing for Homes is always a questionable adventure đ Until next time, Adieu!
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Plot: Y/N lives a life of luxury, lounging by the pool in her mansion, completely at ease. But when her sisterâs best friend, Karina, shows up, everything changes. Y/N tries to keep her cool and act like the perfect spoiled princess, she finds herself struggling with feelings she doesnât want to admit.
Warnings: no, fluff, lowkey angst, y/ns a bitch lowkey
wc/rq: 7.5 k words/no, i was just watching clueless again Notes: guys pls teach me ho tochange the colour of the text in tumblr also this took me FIVE DAYS OMG
itâs another perfect day as you lounge around your mansion, wellâŠ. your dads but whatever, and youâre in your element. lounging by the pool is practically a full-time job for you, and honestly? no one does it better. your designer sunglasses sit perched on your nose, your iced drink sits on the little table next to you, condensation sliding down the glass, while your phone is buzzing nonstop with notifications. friends asking about plans, people wanting your attentionâitâs exhausting, really. but you couldnât care less at the moment. the world is yours, and youâre revelling in it.
you stretch out on your lounger, flipping through your phone without much interest, skimming texts, and rolling your eyes at half of them. you donât feel like replying. itâs one of those lazy afternoons where you can just exist in your little bubble, and everything is going your way.
until you hear her voice.
karina.
the sound of her laughing from inside the house catches you completely off guard, and suddenly your perfect little world feels a bit too small. her voice cuts through the air, light and casual, like she owns the placeâand you already know sheâs probably leaning against the kitchen counter, looking effortlessly cool, as she does.Â
god, sheâs so irritating.
you sit up a bit, tugging your sunglasses down your nose, the slightest frown creasing your brow. you try to ignore the flutter in your chest, that annoying little skip your heart does whenever you know sheâs nearby. itâs stupid, really. sheâs your sisterâs best friend. sheâs here for her, not for you. but for some reason, your body never seems to get that memo.Â
you roll your eyes at yourself, huffing as you grab your phone again, pretending to be engrossed in something important. but itâs useless. you scroll without really looking, your mind racing ahead of itself. the thought of karina, her presence this close, makes your skin tingle in the most frustrating way. itâs like she invades your space, even when sheâs not physically next to you.
snap out of it, y/n, you think, shaking your head. but the momentâs already ruined, and lounging by the pool doesnât feel as serene as it did five minutes ago.Â
you sigh dramatically, slipping your sunglasses back up and fixing your hair, running your fingers through it like youâre preparing for battle. because, honestly, thatâs what it feels like whenever karinaâs aroundâa constant need to look your best, act your best, even though sheâs never actually paying attention to you. at least, not in the way you wish she would.
so you push yourself up, deciding itâs better to face whatever weird feelings are bubbling up rather than sitting here, stewing in your own frustration. you stand and slip on your sandals, adjusting your swimsuit just soâbecause even if youâre annoyed, youâre still going to look flawless. thatâs just who you are.
as you stroll into the house, your head held high, your heartâs racing, but you force yourself to look as unbothered as possible. you walk with purpose, sunglasses still on, acting like nothing could possibly faze you.
and then you see her.
karinaâs leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, her black cropped top showing just enough of her toned waist to make your throat go dry. her jeans hug her in all the right places, and her dark hair falls effortlessly over her shoulders, making her look like she just stepped out of a photoshoot without even trying. of course she looks that good. she always does.
and whatâs worse? sheâs laughing at something your sister just said, completely relaxed, as if the world hasnât just tilted on its axis now that youâve entered the room. ugh.
you can feel your stomach flip, but you swallow it down, refusing to let it show. you are y/n, after all. youâre always in control.
"y/n, finally. weâre going shopping," your sister, ningning announces, not even bothering to look up from her phone. she says it like itâs the most natural thing in the world, as if she hasnât dragged you along on three separate shopping trips already this week.
you roll your eyes dramatically, making sure everyone in the room feels it. shopping? again? itâs like your sister has no sense of boundaries, always assuming youâll drop everything to go out with her. you love her, obviously, but sometimes she just doesnât get it.Â
"ugh, shopping? again?" you groan, exaggerating every syllable. you throw yourself into your usual bratty mode because itâs easy, itâs safe. and more than thatâitâs your way of keeping karina at armâs length. you know if you act like a spoiled little princess, you can keep the attention off how much she messes with your head.
karina glances at you, and you can feel her eyes on you before you even meet them. when you finally do, sheâs got that smile on her lipsâthat tiny, knowing smile that drives you insane. like she can see right through you. like she knows exactly why youâre acting this way.Â
god, sheâs so frustrating.
"youâre coming whether you like it or not," your sister chirps, still absorbed in whatever text sheâs typing, oblivious to the tension bubbling under the surface.
you huff, flipping your hair over your shoulder with a sharp toss. "fine. but we better not spend all day in some tacky boutique."
you strut past karina, making sure to give her the cold shoulder as you do, acting like her presence doesnât bother you in the slightest. like the fact that youâll be stuck with her for the next few hours isnât making your brain short-circuit. you feel her eyes linger on you as you walk away, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to turn around and meet them again.Â
you know what sheâs thinkingâthat youâre being a brat, like usual. that youâre throwing a tantrum because things arenât going your way. and maybe sheâs right.
the drive to the shops feels like it drags on forever, but you manage to keep your cool. youâre in the backseat, legs crossed, uour white crop top hugs you perfectly, and your leather skirt shows just enough skin to catch attention without begging for it. it's the kind of look that makes you feel in control, like the world bends to you.
your phone buzzes again, and you glance at it with a small smile. some boy you barely care about has been texting you for days, throwing compliments like theyâre going out of style. heâs sweet, but heâs not whoâs really on your mind. youâre only half paying attention to the conversation, lazily scrolling through his messages, while your eyes flick towards the front of the car.
karinaâs sitting there, chatting with your sister, her voice low and calm, like she has all the time in the world. she laughs at something your sister says, and itâs the kind of laugh that makes your heart skip for a momentâannoyingly effortless, just like the rest of her. her dark hair is pulled back, showing off that ridiculously sharp jawline, and sheâs dressed in this casual, almost too-perfect outfit that only adds to her coolness. you hate how much it affects you, but youâd never show it.
instead, you lean back, subtly watching her from behind your sunglasses, acting like youâre completely disinterested. every now and then, you catch her looking at you through the rear-view mirror, her gaze flickering over you just long enough for you to notice. sheâs not obvious about it, but you know. sheâs watching you, and it sends a little thrill through your veins, though youâd never admit that either.
as the car slows to a stop at the shopping centre, you apply a quick swipe of lip gloss, making sure your lips are shiny and perfect. you donât even look at karina when you do it, but you know sheâs paying attention. her gaze lingers again, longer this time, before she quickly looks away, focusing back on whatever your sister is babbling about.
you step out of the car with a smooth, practised ease, swinging your small designer bag over your shoulder as your sister immediately grabs your arm and pulls you into the first boutique she sees. you roll your eyes, but follow her, because itâs easier than making a fuss.
inside the shop, your sister flits around like a kid in a candy store, grabbing clothes left and right, already talking a mile a minute about some guy sheâs obsessed with. youâre only half listening, the same way you do with the boy whoâs been texting you. instead, your attention keeps drifting back to karina, whoâs moving between racks with her usual calm and collected grace.
you canât help but watch her, even when you pretend youâre not. everything about her is so annoyingly perfect. you find yourself bristling at it, at how unbothered she looks, while youâre stuck in your head, trying not to let her get to you.
as if on autopilot, you grab a bright pink dress from a nearby rack and hold it up, not even thinking about it. itâs not your style at allâtoo loud, too flashy, too... obvious. but youâre not really shopping for yourself at this moment. youâre trying to pull karinaâs focus, to force her to engage with you, to get her to stop being so damn aloof.
"what do you think of this?" you ask, holding the dress up in front of her, your tone casual, like you couldnât care less what she says. but your heart is already beating a little faster, and you hate that she has this effect on you.Â
karina looks up, her eyes flicking to the dress, then to you. she takes a moment, her lips curling into a tiny, almost imperceptible smirk. "itâs cute," she says with that maddening calmness. "but... i think youâd look better in something less... obvious."
you blink, momentarily thrown off. "less obvious?" you scoff, tossing the dress back on the rack with a little more force than necessary. "i think i know what works for me."
"iâm sure you do," karina replies, moving to the next rack like your little outburst didnât even faze her. sheâs so damn unbothered, and itâs infuriating.Â
you huff, crossing your arms, watching as she walks ahead. sheâs already browsing something else, her attention completely shifted away from you, leaving you stewing in your own frustration. who does she think she is, telling you what looks good on you? itâs not like sheâs some kind of fashion expert. sheâs just... karina. your sisterâs best friend. and yet, here you are, letting her opinion mess with your head.Â
deep down, you know youâre overreacting. itâs not really about the dress. itâs about how karina makes you feel, like sheâs always two steps ahead, always so calm and cool, while youâre over here, constantly putting on a show. and the worst part? you care what she thinks. way too much.Â
you glance at her again, catching the way she moves, so confident, so sure of herself. and for just a moment, you wish you could be that unbothered. but then, you shake the thought away, smoothing down your outfit as if itâll somehow fix the mess in your head.
"ugh, whatever," you mutter under your breath, striding past her like youâre completely over it. but even as you move to the next rack, you can feel her eyes on you, and it makes your heart race all over again.
you move to the next rack, pretending to focus on a row of dresses that all blur together in your head. your sister is off somewhere, chattering away to some salesgirl, and youâre left alone in this silent tension with karina. you know sheâs watching you, even if sheâs not making it obvious. but you refuse to give her the satisfaction of looking back. not yet.
after a few more minutes of awkward browsing, your sister finally appears, holding up two completely over-the-top outfits. âwhich one do you think i should get? i have a party this weekend, and i need to look amazing,â she says, thrusting the clothes at you and karina for judgement.
you raise an eyebrow, barely glancing at the dresses. âdoes it really matter? youâll look fine in anything,â you say, a little dismissively, still annoyed at the whole situation.Â
karina, on the other hand, takes the time to actually consider the options, glancing from one dress to the other with her signature calm. âi like the red one. itâs bold,â she says, giving your sister a genuine smile.
and just like that, your sister beams at karina, completely smitten with her opinion. âugh, i knew youâd get it!â she squeals, already grabbing the red dress and skipping off to try it on, leaving the two of you alone again.
you roll your eyes at the whole interaction, crossing your arms as you turn back to the rack. âshe acts like sheâs going to prom or something. itâs just a party,â you mutter, but thereâs no real bite in your voice. youâre more distracted by how casual karina is, how her attention shifts so easily from one thing to the next, while youâre stuck here, hyper aware of every little thing she does.
and then, out of nowhere, sheâs beside you, close enough that you can feel the warmth of her presence. âyou didnât answer me earlier,â she says softly, her voice low enough that it makes your skin tingle.Â
you glance up at her, confused. âabout what?â
âabout why youâre really upset. itâs not the shopping, is it?â she asks, tilting her head slightly, studying your face with those dark eyes that seem to see through you.
your stomach flips, and for a second, you canât think of anything to say. because sheâs right. itâs not the shopping. itâs not even the dress. itâs... her. the way she gets under your skin, the way she knows how to push your buttons without even trying.
you bristle, putting up your usual front. âiâm not upset,â you say, but your voice wavers slightly. âand iâm definitely not interested in whatever psychoanalysis youâre trying to pull.â
karinaâs lips curl into that infuriating smirk again, like she knows you better than you know yourself. âsure, y/n. whatever you say.â
and with that, she steps away, her attention shifting back to the clothes, leaving you standing there, heart racing, your mind spinning. you hate how easily she can mess with you. how, with just a few words, she can throw your whole mood off balance.
you let out a frustrated sigh, grabbing a random dress from the rack and heading toward the fitting rooms. you need a minute to collect yourself, to get away from karinaâs stupidly perfect calmness, and figure out why sheâs making you feel so rattled.
but as you walk away, you can feel her eyes on you again. watching, waiting. and it only makes your pulse quicken even more.
as you step out of the fitting room, tugging at the hem of the shirt you just tried on, your sister's voice cuts through the air. âyou should just tell her how you feel, y/n!â
your eyes widen, and you freeze on the spot, glaring at your sister as if that would make her shut up. she says it so casually, like itâs no big deal, but your heart is practically pounding out of your chest. what the hell is she thinking, dropping that in front of karina?
you sneak a glance at karina, whoâs standing a few feet away, arms crossed over her chest. sheâs leaning against the wall, her black leather jacket making her look effortlessly cool as usual. her expression doesnât give much away, but thereâs a small quirk of her eyebrow that tells you sheâs definitely heard what your sister just said.
âwhat the hell are you talking about?â you snap, rolling your eyes and giving your sister a hard shove. âyou sound ridiculous.â
your sister just shrugs, clearly not picking up on the tension between you and karina. âiâm just saying! itâs obvious.â
you scoff, crossing your arms and glancing at karina again, trying to read her. her jaw is clenched, and sheâs staring right at you, not saying a word, but that stupid smirk she always has is creeping up.
âletâs just go. iâm hungry,â you mutter, eager to change the subject. you brush past your sister and head toward the exit, not even waiting for karina to follow. but of course, she does, her boots thudding against the floor behind you.
outside the store, you try to ignore how close sheâs walking next to you, her presence making you feel both irritated and flustered at the same time. why does she have to be so... calm? like she knows something you donât.
âyouâre acting real bratty today,â karina finally says, her deep voice low, like sheâs amused by your attitude.
you stop in your tracks and glare at her. âiâm not acting bratty. iâm just not in the mood for this,â you snap back, refusing to let her get under your skin any more than she already has.
karinaâs smirk grows wider, and she steps closer, towering over you just enough to make your breath catch. she reaches out and flicks your forehead lightly, like sheâs teasing you. âsure, whatever you say, princess.â
your cheeks flush with both embarrassment and frustration. âdonât call me that,â you mutter, though your voice lacks the bite you want it to have.
karina just chuckles, sliding her hands into her jacket pockets as she keeps walking, clearly unfazed by your attitude. you bite your lip, feeling even more annoyed that sheâs so good at getting a reaction out of you.
by the time you all pile into the car to head home, the tension between you and karina is palpable. you slide into the backseat, crossing your arms and staring out the window, pretending like youâre not bothered by her.
but every now and then, you catch her eyes flicking to you through the rearview mirror. she doesnât say anything, but you can feel her watching you, and it drives you insane.
later that day, while you're lounging on your bed, phone in hand, you scroll through your social media feed without much thought, until a particular post makes you stop. it's from the new girl at schoolâa blonde who's been turning heads since she arrived. what catches your eye, though, is the company sheâs keeping. in a series of photos, sheâs with karina. they're both laughing, standing way too close, and sharing what looks like an inside joke. karinaâs usual cool demeanour is softened, and it rubs you the wrong way.Â
your stomach churns as you swipe through more pictures. the blonde has tagged karina in a couple of them. in one, their shoulders are pressed together, and in another, karinaâs hand is casually resting on the back of her chair, almost possessively. the knot in your chest tightens, and you toss your phone aside, sitting up as if that will shake the irritation building inside you.
why does she look so comfortable around her? you wonder, pacing your room as your thoughts spiral. you try to brush it offâkarinaâs popular, after all, people gravitate towards her. but this feels different. the thought of this girl spending more time with her than you makes your chest ache in a way that catches you off guard. you hate that it's bothering you this much. i donât even care that much... right? but deep down, you know thatâs a lie.
the next day at school, the nagging jealousy follows you around like a shadow. during lunch, you find yourself sitting across from karina, your eyes scanning her face as she casually eats, scrolling through her phone like nothing's on her mind. but itâs all you can think about.
you take a deep breath, trying to sound casual as you speak up. âso⊠whoâs that new girl? the blonde.â you fiddle with the fork in your hand, poking at your food without really eating.
karina glances up from her phone, raising an eyebrow. ânew girl?â she echoes, almost like sheâs oblivious. sheâs toying with you. you know she remembers.
you clear your throat, trying to sound nonchalant as you add, âyou two seemed pretty chummy on her post.â
karinaâs lips curl into a small, amused smirk. âoh, her? sheâs in my biology class. we worked on a project together. no big deal.â
âno big deal?â you echo, feigning indifference, but you canât stop the edge from creeping into your voice. âshe seems pretty into you.â
karinaâs smirk only grows. âwhat? are you jealous?â
you scoff, rolling your eyes as you lean back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest. âme? jealous? please. i just thought it was interesting, thatâs all.â
karina sets her phone down and leans in closer, resting her elbows on the table, her gaze never leaving yours. âyouâre cute when youâre jealous, y/n.â
your cheeks flush instantly at her words, but you refuse to let her see how much sheâs getting to you. âiâm not jealous,â you grumble, though even you can tell it sounds unconvincing. âi just donât like the idea of you being so... friendly with random girls.â
karina tilts her head, her gaze softening slightly. ârandom girls? sheâs just a friend, y/n. we worked on a project together, nothing more.â she sounds sincere, but her playful smirk never fully disappears. itâs like sheâs reveling in how worked up youâre getting.
âyeah, well,â you mutter, playing with the edge of your sleeve, âshe looked pretty cozy for âjust a friend.ââ
karina leans even closer, her voice dropping to a low murmur that sends a shiver down your spine. âyou know,â she says, eyes flicking down to your lips before meeting your gaze again, âif you want my attention, all you have to do is ask.â
your breath catches in your throat. youâre not used to karina being this direct. sheâs always been confident, sure, but thisâthis teasing, almost predatory energyâis making your heart race in a way you werenât prepared for.
âwho said i wanted your attention?â you try to snap back, but your voice is quieter, weaker, and you can tell karinaâs picking up on it.
karina leans back, her smirk widening as if sheâs won some silent battle. âoh, trust me, y/n. i can tell.â
you huff, crossing your arms tighter over your chest, but you donât argue further. the truth is, you *do* want her attentionâhave wanted it for a while now. but admitting that feels too much like giving her the upper hand, and youâre not about to hand that over so easily.
karina watches you for a moment, her eyes twinkling with amusement. she knows exactly how to push your buttons, and sheâs enjoying every second of it. âdonât worry,â she says, voice softer but still teasing. âyou donât have to be jealous of anyone else. iâm not going anywhere.â
you bite your lip, trying to keep the blush from creeping up your neck. âiâm not jealous,â you insist, but even you can hear how weak it sounds now.
karina just chuckles, shaking her head as she goes back to her phone, but not before giving you a knowing look that makes your heart skip a beat.Â
âsure, y/n,â she murmurs. âsure.â
the sound of the door dings again, the cheery chime contrasting sharply with the heavy sigh you canât help but let escape your lips as you settle back into your chair, stirring your iced latte without any real interest. the hum of the coffee shop, alive with the chatter of customers and the clinking of dishes, fades into a dull background noise as your attention drifts elsewhere. your sister, ningning, somehow managed to drag you into this little outing with her friendsâdefinitely not the most thrilling way to spend your weekend. sure, the place is cute enough, but after an hour of listening to them ramble on about the latest trends and drama, you feel like you might just slip into a coma.
âthanks again for dragging me here, ning,â you mutter under your breath, leaning back in your chair and crossing your arms. âreally doing wonders for my social calendar.â
ningning, ever the optimist, just rolls her eyes playfully, busy laughing with her friends as they chat animatedly about something you couldnât care less about. you zone out, drumming your fingers against the table as the door dings again, signalling yet another group of people entering.Â
your gaze drifts lazily across the table to where karina is sitting, completely engrossed in conversation with the new girlâsome blonde transfer student whoâs been soaking up attention like itâs her job since she showed up. karina, for her part, seems to be enjoying it far too much. she leans in a little closer, her expression relaxed, laughing at something the blonde said.Â
you canât stop the eye roll that follows. typical.Â
karinaâs never like this around you, but here she is, laughing like sheâs never had more fun in her life. you shift in your seat, your annoyance simmering as you watch the two of them. theyâre sitting just a little too close, and karinaâs smile is just a little too bright. you tap your fingers impatiently on the table, waiting for the conversation to shift back to something even remotely interesting, but no one else seems to notice the elephant in the roomâyou.
with every joke exchanged between them, your patience wears thinner, until you just canât hold back anymore. the sarcasm slips out before you can stop yourself.Â
âwow, karina,â you say, your voice dripping with faux enthusiasm. âyou and your new bestie seem to be having such a great time. should we give you two some space? maybe youâd prefer to continue this riveting conversation alone?â
the table falls silent instantly. ningningâs eyes widen, and the other girls glance at each other awkwardly, unsure of how to react. karina, though, barely blinks. she turns her head toward you, raising an eyebrow, and the corner of her lips twitch as if sheâs more amused than annoyed.
âwhatâs your deal?â she asks, her tone as casual as ever, like your little outburst barely registered. she leans back in her chair, crossing her arms as if to match your stance.
âmy deal?â you echo, letting out a scoff as you lean forward, resting your chin in your hand. âoh, nothing. just admiring how fast you make friends. must be nice, really.â
karinaâs eyes flicker with amusement as she glances between you and the blonde, whoâs now awkwardly fiddling with her coffee cup. âoh, come on, y/n,â she says, her voice smooth, almost teasing. âare you really that bothered?â
you tilt your head, giving her a saccharine smile that doesnât reach your eyes. âbothered? no, not at all. just enjoying the show.â you gesture loosely to the two of them, adding, âitâs like a cute little rom-com, right in front of me. really, Iâm thrilled for you.â
karina narrows her eyes, a hint of a smirk playing at her lips. âyouâre jealous,â she states plainly, not a questionâmore like sheâs calling you out, the way she always does. and it infuriates you.
you scoff again, louder this time, and toss your hair over your shoulder with dramatic flair. âme? jealous? of that?â you glance at the blonde, whoâs now clearly uncomfortable but doing her best to pretend sheâs not. âplease. I just think itâs cute, thatâs all. watching you two pretend youâre starring in some hallmark movie.â
karina just chuckles, leaning forward, resting her elbows on the table as she fixes you with an infuriatingly calm stare. âyeah? well, from where Iâm sitting, it sounds like youâre the one starring in a soap opera. all that drama for nothing, y/n.â
you roll your eyes, pushing your chair back slightly, but you canât help the way your heart races as karinaâs gaze stays locked on yours. sheâs always been able to get under your skin, and you hate it. hate how she can stay so calm and collected while youâre practically fuming.
âright. because you know me so well,â you fire back, crossing your arms again, this time more defensively.
karina shrugs, that lazy smirk still on her lips. âi do know you,â she says, her tone annoyingly confident. âbetter than you think.â
you bite the inside of your cheek, resisting the urge to snap again. you donât want to give her the satisfaction of knowing sheâs right. the truth is, you are jealous. but admitting that would feel like handing her a win, and youâre not about to do that.
before you can come up with a witty retort, karina glances over at the blonde, whoâs now pretending to check her phone. âlook, y/n, weâre just talking. itâs really not that deep.â
âright,â you say, drawing out the word. âjust talking. and all that laughing and flirting? just casual, right?â
karina chuckles, shaking her head slightly. âflirting? really, y/n?â she leans forward a little more, her voice dropping, making your pulse quicken. âif i wanted to flirt, youâd know it.â
you freeze, your breath catching in your throat as her words hang in the air between you. sheâs toying with you, and you hate how easily she can make your heart skip a beat.Â
âoh, please,â you finally manage, but your voice is a little quieter now, a little less confident. âyouâre full of it.â
karinaâs smirk only widens. âmaybe,â she admits, leaning back in her chair, looking way too pleased with herself. âbut itâs fun watching you get all worked up.â
you open your mouth to fire back, but nothing comes out. youâre too caught off guard by how effortlessly sheâs turned the tables on you.
arriving back at the estate, you rush off the jeep, leaving ningning in the driverâs seat, and stomp towards your room, heart thudding in your chest. your heels click angrily against the marble floor, and the second you reach your bedroom, you throw yourself onto the bed, burying your face in the plush pillows. a muffled scream escapes your lips as you let out all the pent-up frustration.
how dare she? how could karina just... dismiss your feelings like that, in front of everyone, no less? itâs not like you even wanted her attention in the first placeâat least, thatâs what youâve been telling yourself all this time. but seeing her with the blonde girl, laughing and leaning in like that, had struck a nerve you didnât know was so raw.
you flip over onto your back, staring up at the ceiling as you replay the entire cafĂ© scene over in your head. "if i wanted to flirt, youâd know it." you mocked the girl in a baby voice
god, why did she have to say that? why did she have to be so smug about it? itâs infuriating how easily she gets under your skin, how she knows exactly which buttons to press.
staring at the ceiling, replaying the day in your head like a bad movie. karina had been laughing, smiling, totally caught up in her conversation with the blondeâleaning in, listening like whatever that girl had to say was the most interesting thing in the world. it was infuriating.Â
she never paid attention to you like that. at least, not lately.
you grab a pillow and smother your face with it, trying to block out the feelings that have been gnawing at you ever since you stormed off and practically slammed your bedroom door behind you. karina had a way of getting under your skin, but today? today, it had hit differently. you werenât just annoyedâyou were jealous. though admitting that, even to yourself, felt like swallowing glass.
your phone buzzes on your nightstand, and for a moment, you think about ignoring it. probably just ningning wondering where you went off to, or one of her friends in the group chat. but something nags at you, and before you can stop yourself, you reach for it.
karinaâs name lights up your screen.
karina: open the door. iâm outside.
your heart skips a beat. you scramble out of bed, peeking through the curtains, and there she is. leaning against her car, hands shoved in her pockets, looking like she just stepped out of some cheesy rom-com.
you hesitate for a second, debating whether to leave her out there or actually let her in. your stubborn side screams to make her wait, but you know you canât. not when sheâs standing there like that, looking all casual and unbothered, the way she always does.Â
with a huff, you stomp downstairs and swing open the door, crossing your arms defensively. âwhat are you doing here?â
karina glances up, her cool gaze locking onto yours as she pushes off the car and steps closer, hands still buried in her jacket pockets. âwe need to talk.â
âtalk about what? you had plenty to say earlier with your new bestie,â you snap, immediately feeling childish, but unable to stop yourself.
karina doesnât flinch. instead, she steps up onto the porch, her tall frame making her presence even more commanding. ây/n, cut the crap. youâve been acting weird all day. iâm not leaving until you tell me whatâs going on.â
ânothingâs going on,â you lie, turning your back to her, but you donât close the door. âi just donât want to deal with it.â
âdeal with what?â she presses, her voice dropping lower, firmer, in a way that sends a shiver down your spine. âyou were practically fuming back there. donât act like everythingâs fine.â
you bite your lip, annoyed that she can see through you so easily. âi said itâs nothing, karina. youâre making it a bigger deal than it is.â
ây/n, stop,â she says, her tone now leaving no room for argument. she steps inside, her boots making soft thuds on the hardwood as she closes the door behind her. âtell me whatâs really going on.â
you glare at her, your defences still up, but you canât help feeling cornered. her calm, unwavering stare makes your heart race, and you hate how easily she can unsettle you.Â
âfine,â you snap, folding your arms tighter across your chest. âyou wanna know? you ignored me all day for that blonde, and it pissed me off. happy now?â
karina raises an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly as she steps even closer. âthatâs what this is about? youâre jealous?â
you scoff, turning away from her. âno, iâm not jealous,â you mutter, but even you donât believe your own words. âi just... i donât get why you were all over her. it was annoying.â
âi wasnât all over her,â she says, her voice calm but firm as she steps around to face you again. âwe were just talking.â
âright,â you mumble, still refusing to meet her eyes. âjust talking. whatever.â
karina sighs, running a hand through her hair in frustration. ây/n, why wonât you just admit it? youâre upset because you like me.â
your breath catches in your throat, and you freeze. her words hang in the air between you, and for a second, you wonder if you heard her wrong.
âwhat?â you finally manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper.
karina steps closer, her hand lifting to gently tilt your chin up so youâre forced to look at her. her dark eyes are intense, and for once, thereâs no teasing smirk on her lips. she looks seriousâdead serious. âyou heard me.â
your heart pounds in your chest as her fingers brush against your jaw, sending a wave of heat rushing through you. this is not how you expected the conversation to go. you try to come up with a retort, something sarcastic to throw back at her, but your brain feels like itâs short-circuiting.
âkarina, i...â you start, but the words die on your lips.
sheâs so close now, her presence almost overwhelming as she looks down at you, waiting for your response. you swallow hard, feeling the weight of her gaze pressing down on you.
âyou donât have to say anything,â karina says softly, her hand sliding down from your chin to rest on your shoulder, grounding you. âbut you need to stop pretending. i know how you feel. iâve known for a while.â
you blink up at her, stunned. âwhat?â
karina smiles, just a little, but itâs softer than her usual smirk. âiâm not blind, y/n. and iâm not stupid. youâve been acting like this for months.â
âacting like what?â you ask, your voice sounding small even to yourself.
âlike youâre trying to push me away,â she says, her hand gently squeezing your shoulder. âbut iâm not going anywhere.â
you bite your lip, feeling tears of frustration welling up in your eyes. âiâm not trying to push you away,â you mumble. âi just... i donât know how to deal with this.â
karina sighs softly, stepping even closer so thereâs barely any space between the two of you. âthen let me help you deal with it,â she says, her voice gentle but firm. âyou donât have to do everything on your own.â
âi donât want to seem needy,â you mutter, still refusing to look her in the eye.
karina lets out a soft laugh, her thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. âyouâre not needy. youâre just... you. and thatâs enough.â
you blink up at her, feeling your walls crumble bit by bit. her touch is so gentle, so warm, and it makes your heart ache in a way that scares you. âyeah, well... maybe i didnât want to be needy.â
karinaâs lips curve into a smirk, but itâs full of affection rather than amusement. âyouâre not needy. but even if you were, i wouldnât care.â
you scoff lightly, but the sound comes out weaker than you intend. âyou say that now...â
âi mean it,â she says, her voice low as she leans in slightly. ây/n, i like you. iâve liked you for a long time.â
your breath catches again, and this time, you canât hide the way your pulse quickens. âwhat?â
karina chuckles softly, shaking her head. âgod, youâre so dense sometimes,â she teases, though her tone is filled with fondness. âiâm saying i like you. more than just friends. more than anything else.â
you stare at her, your mind racing to catch up with what sheâs just said. âyou... like me?â
karina nods, her expression softening as she leans in closer, her forehead resting gently against yours. âyeah, y/n. i like you. so stop pushing me away, okay?â
you blink rapidly, trying to process everything. your heart feels like itâs about to burst out of your chest, and for a moment, you feel like youâre going to pass out. âbut... what about that blonde?â
karina pulls back slightly, looking at you with an amused smile. âthe blonde? you seriously think iâd be interested in her?â
âi donât know!â you blurt out, feeling flustered. âyou seemed pretty into her.â
karina laughs, shaking her head. âgod, y/n, youâre something else.â she cups your face in her hands again, her thumbs brushing lightly against your cheeks. âi was just being polite. i didnât even remember her name half the time.â
you feel your face heat up, embarrassed by your own jealousy. âoh.â
karina chuckles softly, her gaze softening as she leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. âyou donât have to worry about anyone else,â she murmurs against your skin. âyouâre the one i want. always have been.â
you bite your lip, feeling a mixture of relief and nervousness flood through you. âyou mean that?â
you blink up at her, feeling your walls crumble just a little more. without thinking, you lean in, pressing your forehead against her chest and letting out a frustrated groan. âugh, why do you have to be so nice to me?â
karina just laughs softly, running her fingers through your hair. âbecause someone has to take care of you,â she teases, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. âyouâre such a brat sometimes.â
you scoff, but the warmth in her voice makes it impossible to stay mad. âiâm not a brat. you just make me act like one.â
âoh, i make you act like that?â she teases again, her voice full of affection as she hugs you tighter. âcome on, letâs go inside before ningning sees us and starts asking questions.â
with a reluctant nod, you let her guide you back into the house, her arm draped protectively over your shoulders as the two of you walk upstairs together. the frustration and jealousy from earlier seem to melt away with every step, and by the time you reach your room, you feel lighter, like maybeâjust maybeâitâs okay to let someone in, to let someone take care of you for once.
the days after karinaâs confession are a blur of stolen glances, secret smiles, and moments that feel like something out of a dream. you still canât quite believe it, but here you areâwalking through the school hallways with karinaâs arm slung casually over your shoulders, her presence as grounding as it is exciting.Â
and it doesnât take long for people to notice.
whispers follow you both as you navigate the halls, and itâs not hard to tell what everyoneâs talking about. the once-rumored, now-confirmed it coupleâyou and karina. some people stare in disbelief, others in envy, but you donât care. karina, as always, seems unfazed, her usual calm, confident demeanor only heightened when sheâs with you.
you find yourself tucked under her arm more often than not, her protective hold over you almost possessive but in a way that makes your heart flutter. sheâs always closeâwalking you to class, waiting by your locker, her eyes softening whenever they land on you.
at lunch, you sit with ningning and the others, but now itâs different. karinaâs hand rests casually on your thigh under the table, her thumb drawing lazy circles against your skin as she chats with the group. ningning teases you endlessly, of course, but even she canât deny that you and karina just fit.
"you two are disgusting," ningning jokes, rolling her eyes when she catches karina whisper something in your ear that makes you giggle. "i canât believe my best friend and my sister are the couple of the year."
karina just smirks, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. âget used to it,â she says simply, and you canât help but blush.
the entire school knows about you nowâkarinaâs arm around you is proof enoughâbut neither of you care. as long as sheâs by your side, you donât mind the attention.
#fem reader#reader insert#baelabong#kpop#aespa#aespa x reader#gxg fluff#kpop girls#aespa kpop#aespa ningning#aespa karina#karina x fem reader#karina x reader#karina#yu jimin x fem reader#yu jimin#jimin x reader#yu jimin x reader#jimin#gxg#gxg imagine
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Needy
Pairing: Joel Miller x reader
Summary: Joel needs his fix of you, and he doesn't care if it makes you late.
Warnings: smut| oral sex (f receiving) and coming untouched. Joel is a little more sub in this one and he's obsessed with eating you out.
a/n: guys, i have a confession to make, i do not know what this is, i wrote it tonight and boy i'm so tired that i'm honestly not really sure about what i typed, but i was in the mood and i like this thing of Joel tuesdays im doing so... hope you'll enjoy.
"you look gorgeous, baby"
It didn't take a genius.
The way he wrapped his arms around you, pressing his body to yours, the way he whispered in your ear, the way he didn't break eye contact, looking at you from the mirror as he kissed your neck...
Joel Miller might have been a hard man to understand many times, but not when it was about sex.
"Joel" you stopped him immediately, neglecting the shimmers of pleasure he had ignited inside of you from such a small gesture "We don't have time"
If he heard you, he didn't show it.
His kisses only grew hotter and lower down your neck.
"Baby I'm serious" you breathed, feeling one of his hands travel down your sides "We're gonna be late"
Even with a bad ear, he should have definitely heard that, but his only response was a low groan and an attempt to hike up your dress.
"Baby-"
"just a peek" he murmured, sending a shiver up your spine "Just wanna look at her"
Even if your natural response was to roll your eyes, hearing him so desperate was doing things to you.
"please" he breathed "I'll be quick"
And after a moment of silence, as you considered what he'd just said, you finally huffed out a "fine"
It's just one peek after all, what could go wrong?
He had turned you around and was on his knees before you had time to blink, and your dress was pulled up to your belly before you could take a breath.
You watched him as he held your waist like you were a long-lost treasure he'd just found, and as his eyes trained on your clothed core with so much hunger and lust to turn them completely black.
And then slowly, oh so slowly, his right hand came to help, removing that torturous piece of fabric obstructing his view of (as he referred to it) "the most perfect pussy on the planet"Â
"fuck" he groaned, his pupils dilatating so much they were one with his iris.
You let out a small chuckle at his amazement
"There, you saw it, can we go no-" you tried to speak, but were quickly interrupted
"just a kiss"Â
He didn't even sound like himself, but like he was in a trance.
"just one" he breathed, leaning closer
You sighed, before agreeingÂ
"one"
And he didn't even answer you, he just went straight to it, groaning loudly as he kissed you right on your clit.
"Joel..." your hand found his hair, as a shock of pleasure coursed through you.
"just another one" he murmured, not giving you time to protest before his lips were on your core again, this time forcing a whimper out of your mouth.
"baby-"
But another groan of his interrupted your train of thought
"fuck you taste so fucking good" his eyes glanced up at you "I could eat you for every meal"
"Joel we're gonna be la-"
"let me taste you a little better" he growled, "just a bit, ok?"
But again, before you had time to give him a half-hearted excuse, he'd dived in, taking your pussy in his mouth like it was his lifelong duty.
His tongue was now swirling over your bud, your hole, and along your slit, making you forget all about your plans and the people waiting for you at the restaurant.
"shit baby" you moaned "f-fuck"
His hold on your waist got tighter, and soon, you realized his definition of "a bit" was much different from yours, as he didn't look like he had any intention of stopping, and to be honest, you were more than happy about it.
His nose was rubbing against your mound, you could feel his mustache tickling your skin and the way his tongue was tasting and savoring all of you was making you ascend to another universe, one where you didn't fall for Joel Miller's stupid tricks every time for example.
"J-Joel"Â
And usually, he was very talkative during sex, for being such a man of a few words he really loved to talk when he was inside of you, but not when his mouth was busy, never, when his mouth was busy.
Eating your pussy for him was like a drug, Iâm not kidding, you'd never met any other man who loved giving head like Joel did, most mornings than not you'd wake with him between your legs and go to sleep the same way, and when he didn't get his fix... well, you ended up arriving late at the restaurant.
"oh my god" you moaned, gripping his locks with more strength as his lips closed on your clit, sucking it deliciously "Joel fuck I-"
And that's the other thing, not only was Joel obsessed with going down on you, he was also amazing at it. Sometimes you didn't even last a full minute.
"f-fuck baby I-"
And with one final stroke of his tongue, you were pushed over the edge and left wailing and crying as the orgasm took over your body.
He drank every single drop of your pleasure, not stopping to lick your pussy until you literally pulled him away by his head because you couldn't do it anymore.
"fuck" you exhaled, as your breathing tried to get back to normal.
He fixed your dress for you as he stood back up
"you're perfect" he murmured, a smile from ear to ear plastered on his face before he kissed you, letting you have a taste of yourself "fucking perfect"
You chuckled as you wrapped your arms behind his neck and kissed him again"We don't have time for me to take care of you too baby"
His lips pulled into a more shy smile now "yeah, that's not really necessary anyway"
You frowned, looking at him, before you let your eyes fall to his crotch.
A dark stain covered the front of his jeans.
"oh my god" you huffed out a laugh "go change"
"right away m'am" he nodded, giving you another quick kiss
"and wash your mouth a little bit"
And at that, he smirkedÂ
"not a chance, sweetheart"
Your head tilted as you rolled your eyes at him.
"You, Joel Miller" you cocked an eyebrow as you looked into his hazel eyes"are a gross, gross perv"
A lazy smile pulled at his lips
"Only for you darlin'"
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âŻâfully introducing. . . shy!chris .á
shy!chris does have a big mouth, and he likes to boast about all the women that he's fucked with confidence â so why did he turn into a stuttering mess when you finally have him?
"yeah, and like, she was all over me, man â couldn't get enough of me, i swear to god... and thenâ"
you half-listen as chris boast about his recent hook-up to your shared group of friends, swirling your plastic straw around your drink, hearing the ice clink against the glass in a distant chime. leaning forwards, elbows resting on the table, you take a sip while glancing up at chris, watching as his hands fly through the air, punctuating his words as he tries to paint a vivid picture of his wild night.
the others around the table are completely captivated, their mouths agape, eyes wide with a mix of disbelief and excitement. they gasp, laugh, and lean in closer, hanging on his every word. now and then, they playfully slap his back or shoulder, egging him on as he basks in the attention. listen in intently, mouths agape, eyes wide, gasping and laughing at his choice of words, even slapping his back and shoulder as he boasts.
honestly? you find it hard to believe him.
sure, chris is extremely attractive â his messy hair, striking smile, pearly whites, and a charm that easily draws people in. it wouldn't exactly be shocking if he was meeting girls. but the sheer number he claims to get into his bed, and the way he describes the way he fucks, it just doesn't add up.
he always blushes whenever you and the girls in your group wear revealing outfits or bikinis during beach trips, his eyes always darting away as if he's trying to hide from them. that shy, stuttering awkwardness feels worlds apart from the confident persona he projects during these apparent hook-up talks.
"who is she?" you find yourself chiming into the conversation, not missing the way chris' body seems to tense up for a moment before forcing smiling, shaking his head.
"i uh, i don't know. some girl i met at a party. i.. don't remember the names of one-night stands, y'know? doesn't.. doesn't make sense if i do, right?" chris looks around at the others for their approval, and some nod their heads with a hum. "as long as i gave her a good time, which i did, that's all the mattersâ"
"you went to a party?" the words slip out before you can stop yourself. you know you should ease off, especially if it risks making a complete fool out of him, but you can't stop. "when?"
"like... last weekend, yeah," chris nods, almost as if he's confirming it for himself. you hum softly, and chris fidgets in his seat, turning to face you fully, raising his eyebrow. "do you.. do you not believe me, or somethin'?"
"no, i'm just... curious," you reply with a grin, teeth biting down on the straw in your drink. chris stares at you for a moment, processing your words, before forcing out a laugh that feels a bit strained.
"curious about my sex life?" chris huffs, nudging a friend beside him with a playful elbow. "she wants proof, kid. wants to see how good this dick isâ"
"actually, yeah," you cut in, your voice steady. chris freezes up, his eyes widening in surprise as the others at the table gape at you, their expressions a mix of shock and amusement.
you know you should probably stop now, but something inside you urges to push back. you want to challenge him, and playing with his little jab feels like the only way to do that.
you lean back in your seat, arms crossed, a smirk playing on your lips as you continue, "i want to know how great you claim to be in bed."
now, you didn't expect to chris to actually nod his head and go through with it â acting all smug and confident in front of your friends. it was clear he took what you said as a joke, and that irked you a little bit, so you stand up from the table, telling him to leave the diner with you right now. chris is stunned again, blinking rapidly as if he couldn't quite process your sudden demand, and a light blush creeps across his cheeks as he laughs nervously, standing up and following you out.
and what you also didn't expect was for chris to be laid out beneath you, his bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead, eyebrows scrunched together in pleasure and plush lips parted with heavy gasps as you ride him, the blankets bunched loose around your waist. his cock does hit all the right places, and truthfully it feels extremely good, but you're pleased to see how much of a stuttering mess he is as his hands grip your thighs, jumbled words leaving his lips.
"oh ffuuuck.. jus' â ah... shit. l-like that, please. oh god... you're so â this feels â you feel... oh shit shit shit. m'sorry.. not gonna last. god, you're fuckin' amazing."
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SIT, LIKE A CHAIR
Opla face sitting/p*ssy eating headcanons
Warnings: dude the title is warming enough lol. ITS 18+ BRO
Zoro
-Fuck around and hover if you want to. Heâs already got his arms around your thighs, forcing you to sit.
-Heâs got some kind of sorcery or some shit with his tongue cause what the fuck.
-oh you thought he was stopping after you came once? Hahahaha thatâs so funny.
-makes sure you are shaking and fucking shivering when heâs done with you
-Will make sure you know how much he loves the way you taste.
-âThatâs it honey, cum on my face.â
Usopp
-unfortunately doesnât know what the FUCK heâs doing when he eats but is very very fucking skilled with his fingers.
-we all know this manâs nose is 5 mf stars and would be nice to sit on and he knows this fact.
-on the occasion that he asks you to sit on his face heâs putting everything to work, using one hand to simultaneously spread your cheeks and keep your things flush against him.
-the other is already coaxing another orgasm out of you while his tongue circle slow around your clit.
-doesnât talk when his mouth is full, heâs got manners lol
On the rare occasion he does speak itâs often after all is said and done
-ânow you can brag about being eaten out by a legendary captainâ
Sanji
-oh he eats religiously. Like is that even a question?
-he gets really fucking sloppy too. Heâs got your juices and his saliva down his chin and all over your thighs.
-sometimes it feels like the eating is more for him than you (sometimes it is lol)
-expect lots of worship when heâs positioned under you. He prefers to eat when youâre sitting on the edge of the counter or table and heâs kneeling down in front with your legs over his shoulders.
-âIâve never tasted anything as divine as you. Tout va bien pour moiâ
-Has definitely cum from eating you out alone
Nami
-Oh sheâs fucking ruthless. I mean just so mean when she eats.
-She likes to draw loving circles on your thighs and then offset that sweetness with a pinch.
-Sheâll make it seem like sheâll be nice and let you cum, only to stop completely, eyes laser focused on that adorable little frustrated knot between your brows.
-Is a bit of a shit talker honestly and between how well she works her fingers inside you, how good her tongue feels on your clit, and each teasing comment she throws your way, youâre left spiraling.
-âOhhh how cute. You gonna cum on my face just like that? You can hold on a little longer canât you honey?â
Shanks
-If you look closely you can see that his facial hair is slightly bleached.
-We know the fuck why.
-He makes sure you know just how much he loves your pussy when he eats. I mean yes heâs slow and damn near torturous with how he asked you be patient and wait but itâs so worth it.
-He kisses up your thigh, then over the top of your panties. Then will suck and lick over the fabric until itâs soaked.
-Once thatâs done, he takes em off with his teeth and licks one long, slow stripe up before deciding to suck on your clit for just a second. Soon after heâs pulling your closer by your thighs and eating you for all your worth.
-He will not talk, wellâŠonly if itâs to get you to sit still, his eyes peering dangerously into yours.
- âDonât. Move.â (its pretty mf hot)
-holds your hand when you finally cum on his tongue.
Buggy
-He the best eater I know- he gets down. He donât play
-if eating was a sport heâd be the champion.
-Teats your pussy like a meal(because it is in his eyes) and makes sure nothing is left behind besides your own slick, his saliva, and your trembling thighs.
He really gets into it too. I mean heâs moaning against your folds, slurping and drooling.
-This mf is a multitasker. His hands are definitely detached and holding the back of your knees to keep you from closing your legs. and he is working yet another orgasm out of you.
-He's a talker btw so expect lots of witty and raunchy comments while you're practically convulsing from overstimulation.
-"No one makes you feel like how I do huh princess?"
-"That's it honey scream my name."
-âI could eat you forever.â He whines with his mouth full of you
Mihawk
-He's not likely to eat as much. He doesn't dislike it but would rather give to you in other ways. However, despite this little thing about himself, he makes sure it's for a reason when he eats.
-For example, had a bad day? There's a remedy for that, come sit.
-Feeling a bit insecure and self-conscious? Let him show just how amazing you really are.
-Expect to feel a lot of vibrations with how much he growls and moans into your cunt.
-Not too much of a talker but when he does it makes not only your pussy throb but your heart melt.
-"Look at yourself. So beautiful my love." (there's a mirror on the ceiling)
-He isn't afraid to kiss you when he's done either. Wants you to know just how good you taste and that every time he has the privilege of having you sit on his face its like heaven (his words more or less).
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Ë.âAnya x F!Reader soft NSFW hcsâ.Ë
Written By: DeathByDay
warnings: NSFW obviously
(assume you two arenât in the Tulpar and are in your house)
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- I honestly donât see her being very talkative during sex. Possibly a few words about how good youâre making her feel, but other than that, Iâm not sure.
- Speaking of being talkative, i wouldnât expect her to be very vocal either. Of course, when you hit her G-spot, sheâll let out a moan or whimper.
- Definitely not a kinky kind of girl. She just likes going at a nice pace, whispering sweet praises as you either eat her out or fuck her.
- I see her being a switch leaning towards bottom. But if youâre ever feeling down and donât feel like being top, sheâll take that position for the night.
- Her stamina is pretty average. She could go on for a few rounds. Alongside that, I donât think sheâd change the position you two are in unless you asked.
- Let her bounce on your strap. She loves it. Especially when your hands are on her hips, guiding her movements. With your back against the wall, her breasts lightly hitting yours with each move.
- If you two were in missionary, sheâd be a bit more vocal. As you get deeper inside her, the more she whimpers. Her legs would be wrapped around your hips, her arms wrapped around your neck.
- I donât feel like she would be into dirty talk all that much, only light praises.
- While eating her out, I think sheâd adore it if you rubbed your hands along her thighs to comfort her.
- As she gets closer to her climax, her soft moans get a bit louder than usual. And if you two are making out as she gets closer, she lightly scratches your upper back as a warning sign.
- I donât see her caring if you used a strap or not. Maybe for a few nights, just rub yourself against her.
- 100% into boob sucking. I think sheâd rather receive it than give it, though. Swirling your tongue around her breast while massaging the other one really gets her going, especially when sheâs already close.
- If you are one to use a strap, it would obviously take her a few tries to finally adjust to it, depending on the size. So donât force it all in at once. Go at her pace.
aftercare hcâs
- She wouldnât leave your side until she knew youâd be okay.
- If you were overstimulated, she would immediately begin to apologize over and over and rub the palm of her hands against wherever it hurt or tingles. Of course you were fine after a small massage.
- Sheâd already have towels and pajamas ready for you both in the bathroom.
- Please bathe with her. Run your fingers through her deep black hair and cuddle in the water. Sheâd honestly fall asleep.
- The two of you would take turns washing each otherâs hair, just sitting in comforting silence until the one of you speak up and say youâre finished washing the other oneâs hair.
- I feel like she would be the one to have a romantic playlist playing in the background while you two bathe together. The combination of you cuddling her and the songs in the background makes her feel at ease.
- Sheâd 100% have robes laying out for you two to wear to bed. One in your favorite color, the other in hers.
- Once you two are done in the bath, youâre both worn out from the previous activities you two just had together.
- Adores being the little spoon, especially when you two just had intercourse. Her cheek pressed up against your clothed breast along with your arms wrapped around her sounds perfect.
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authors note
i love Anya sm <33 I need to see more ficâs on here about her. So far Iâve only seen two-three
ty for the request!! I appreciate it very much!
#soft sex#mouthwashing#mouthwashing game#indie games#mouthwashing x reader#horror games#video games#x reader#writers on tumblr#anya x reader mouthwashing#anya mouthwashing#aftercare
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Dreams
Dark Agatha Harkness x Reader
masterlist | ao3
Summary: Agnes has a nightmare. You make the mistake of letting her stay.
Tags: somnophilia, non-con, implied drugging, fingering, ficlet
Authors Note: short impulsive one shot. Please read the tags and enjoy!
Your bedroom door squeaks and you open your eyes blearily.
âAgnes?â you ask, voice thick with sleep.
âSorry to wake you, hon. I had a bit of a nightmare. I know itâs a bit childish but is it alright if I stay in here for a little?âÂ
âYeah, âcourse,â you pat around for the corner of your duvet and pull it back for her.Â
âThanks, hon. Youâre just the sweetest,â she slips in.Â
Closer than she needs to but thatâs the usual Agnes. You shut your eyes the moment she stops moving. Youâre so tired itâs a miracle you woke up at all. You can feel her staring at you.
âWas it bad?â You manage to ask coherently.
âBit of jumbled mess, honestly. Doesnât make much sense awake but it certainly didnât feel too good.â
ââM sorry,â you mumble and try to find her hand. You bump into something soft and have to run over a curve before you find it. You squeeze tight. Itâs not your usual level of comfort but all you can manage on the verge of sleep.
âThanks, toots,â Agnes says and threads your fingers together.
Your no problem turns into a hum as you drift back to sleep
ââââ
Youâve rolled onto your other side when you wake again. Warmth surrounds you and you realise itâs Agnes. Itâs comforting. You donât even mind that one of her hands has slipped under your shirt, the little circles sheâs making on your skin soothing. You fall back asleep to the feeling of her hand inching higher.
ââââ
You feel good. Really good. Tingles turn into waves as something slips inside of you. A second one joins it and your legs open wider. Thereâs no faces in the dream, only hazy shapes. But the sensations are strong; the slight stretch as those things push deeper inside of you, something squeezing your breast, hot hair against the nape of your neck.Â
You wake up when her third finger enters you. Youâre in bed. Agnes is still wrapped around you, her sweet scent filling your nose. Her fingers inside of you.
âAgnes?â you question dazedly.
âNot quite, dear,â she says, her voice deeper than normal.
She curls her fingers. You canât help your response to the feeling, moaning as she rubs against that spot deep inside of you.Â
âAgnes, whatâre you doing?â you ask even as you arch into her.
âSheâs not here at the moment. Stop asking.â
âWhat -âÂ
Her finger circles your clit and words escape you. How long has she been doing this to make you this worked up?
âJust enjoy it, dear,â Agnes says, her breath hot on the back of your neck. âYou can return the favour later.â
You make a confused sound but youâre too close to stop her. Her fingers press tight circles around your clit and you gasp as you fall apart. The pleasure a soft wave washing over you. Agnes eases her ministrations but doesnât pull away. Even when the last of your orgasm leaves you.
You twitch as her fingers continue to play gently with your clit, nearing the edge of overstimulation.
âIâm-Iâm done,â you try to tell her. She doesnât stop or respond. ââŠAgnes?â you ask in a small voice.
âItâs Agatha, dear,â she pulls out and forces you onto your back. âLovely to finally meet you.â
#birdsong writes#agatha harkness x reader#agatha harkness x you#agatha x reader#agatha x you#agatha harkness#agatha mcu#dark agatha harkness#dark agatha#smut#agatha all along#agatha harkness fanficiton#agatha harkness fanfic#dark agatha harkness x reader#dark agatha harkness x you
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Part 10: The Bridges Burned Around Us
Masterlist - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 11
Be good to me, and I'll be good to you (but please don't be too good to be true)
(In which an apologetic writer finally finishes a chapter that took much longer than necessary)
Pairing: Paige Bueckers X Azzi Fudd
Themes: Fluff and Angst
Words: 10.2K (seems fitting for chapter 10 lol)
TW: Swearing
A/N: Hello my lovelies :) I am so incredibly late with this I know but considering it's really the length of two chapters, I think I should be forgiven. Despite how long this took me, I don't really know how I feel about this chapter because it's both filler but also pretty important so honestly it does feel a little all over the place. But I hope y'all like it anyways. I do suggest quickly skimming over Part 2 before you read this just to jog your memory a little bit. I did edit as I always do but there's probably typos/mistakes, so feel free to point those out. As always, let me know what you liked, what you disliked and what you'd like to see in the future. Have a wonderful weekend my loves <3
May 2033
âWhat the hell Bueckers?â Coach yells, glaring daggers at Paige who has the audacity to at least look a little embarrassed as she reaches a hand to help the rookie sheâd just knocked over with far too much unnecessary force. Azzi narrows her eyes at the scene, confused at Paigeâs atypical behavior. It wasnât uncommon for the vets to rib the rookies a little bit, hell they had a whole ragging initiation ceremony planned for this weekend to welcome the newest members of their team, but Paige seemed to have a personal vendetta against Angie Davis.
When theyâd watched the draft together, Azzi couldâve seen sworn sheâd seen a flash of uncomfortableness flicker in Paigeâs eyes as the commissioner announced that the Valkyries, with their third pick acquired via Atlanta, were picking Angie Davis from Stanford University. The blonde had stiffened but only for a split second and Azzi had chalked it up to nothing because really, what beef could Paige possibly have with a 22 year old? Except clearly something was bothering the Minnesota native because this is the fifth time today itself that Paige has fouled the girl so hard that her body had almost slightly bounced as it hit the floor.Â
The first time, everyone had found it amusing because who didnât laugh at a rookie getting a taste of the league. The second time, Coach had rolled her eyes but the rest of the team had still found it pretty funny. And then as it continued, Azzi could tell her teammates were just as confused by Paigeâs behavior as she was. They might not know the blonde as well as Azzi did, but in the last month or so theyâd discover that the basketball superstar was really just a ball of golden retriever energy. Since theyâd started training camp recently, theyâd seen that Paige always practiced hard but she also had the time of her life doing it. Theyâd seen that she might practically bulldoze her teammates in her eagerness to be a good defender but sheâd always be the first one to help pick them up with a teasing grin on her face right after. Except apparently not with Angie. With Angie, there was nothing but brute force and the first couple of times, before Coachâs clear irritation had started to seep onto her face, Paige hadnât even bothered helping the rookie up. And although Azzi would be lying to herself if she didnât admit that a part of her found this aggressive display of strength just a tad bit attractive, she also knew it was completely unlike her Paige to be acting like this.Â
âSo,â she says softly, lowering her voice purposefully as she sidles up to Paige in the locker room after practice, âare we going to talk about it?â
âTalk about what?â thereâs a smirk on Paigeâs face as she takes a step closer towards Azzi.Â
The brunette narrows her eyes, âyou know what.â
âWhat I know,â Paige whispers as she ghosts her hands across Azziâs hips, keeping her movement innocuous as to not alert their other teammates who are engrossed in conversation not too far away from them, âis that Iâm pretty sure youâre just looking for a way to get close to me.âÂ
âYouâre so fucking full of yourself,â but she canât stop the faint blush thatâs creeping up her cheeks as Paigeâs hot breath fans across her face and her gaze shifts to the blondeâs sweat sheened biceps that are on fully display under her flimsy tank top.Â
Paige notices it immediately as her smirk widens, âappreciating the view baby?â
âShut up,â Azzi shoves her back lightly, âdonât try and distract me.â
ââIâm not even trying. I just have that effect on you,â Paige shrugs coyly as she pushes herself back into Azziâs space.
The brunetteâs eyes dart over to her teammate for a brief second, making sure the rest of them are still occupied with their own conversations as she takes her own step towards the blue-eyed woman, the edges of her lips turning up into a smug grin when she hears Paigeâs breath hitch, âand what about the effect I have on you?â
Thereâs something thrilling about hiding this from their team, something sexy about having to keep their hands to themselves when theyâre constantly desperate to touch. It was torture in a way, having Paige so close and not being able to kiss her or hold her. But that only meant that when Azzi did finally get to do all of those things, it felt like finally coming up for air; like after being deprived of her oxygen for so long, she could finally breathe.Â
Last time around, theyâd kept it a secret from the world but everyone who meant something to them had known. Their old teammates for one. This time, especially since they hadnât quite defined what this was, theyâd chosen to keep it even closer to their chests. It had been Paigeâs idea this time and Azzi thinks maybe sheâd proposed it just to beat the brunette to the punch-maybe sheâd even been a little disappointed by it- but she thinks that they probably do need a little more time; a little more time to trust that this time they wouldnât go up in flames, that they wouldnât burn everyone else around them.Â
âYou donât- you donât have any effect on me,â Paige stutters.Â
âIs that right?â Azzi asks coyly, taking her shirt off at a ridiculous slow pace, enjoying the way blondeâs eyes are immediately drawn towards her toned abs, ânone at all?âÂ
âN-no,â Paige gulps as she watches the brunette finally get rid of the offending t-shirt and sheâs left in nothing but a sports bra that does little to hide the curves underneath.Â
âAppreciating the view baby?â Azzi smirks, repeating the older womanâs words from before she slyly runs her index finger across the purplish red hues of a hickey Paige had left on her collarbone from the night before.Â
âYouâre so-â
âBueckers,â a loud voice interrupts Paigeâs groan as the two of them spring apart, everyone in the room turning to look at their Coach leaning against the doorframe, âin my office. Now.â
It feels a little bit like theyâre college students being reprimanded again but thereâs this nagging intuition in Azziâs gut, as she watched Paige sheepishly follow Coach into her office, that sheâs missing out on some important information. Something churns in her stomach at the thought of it. Things had been near perfect so far; they were climbing back up to what they had been, maybe climbing their way to something better but Azzi thinks that if another gust of circumstance tries to shove them down again, they might not be able to get back up this time. Because this time, theyâre not climbing alone. This time, they have Stephie and at the end of the day, sheâs all that matters.Â
âSo is Paigeâs car broken or something?â Tessaâs question catches Azzi off guard as she shakes herself out of head and looks at her teammate with confusion.Â
âUh no why?â
âI mean itâs just every time she shows up somewhere, it seems sheâs in your car, with you. So I just figured something must be up with her car, why else would yâall be carpooling literally every single day unless-â thereâs a sparkle in Tessaâs eyes as she leans casually against her locks, âunless thereâs another reason?â
âWhat other reason could there be?â Azziâs voice is unusually high-pitched as she avoids Tessaâs perceptive eyes and instead glares daggers at a spluttering Jana, âher carâs in the shop. Thatâs it. Thatâs definitely it. Thatâs the only reason Iâm driving her around.â
âAw that sucks,â Laila says with an oblivious empathetic smile, âI mean we could help out if thatâs the case? With carpooling.â
âI donât think-â
âWhat a lovely idea Phelia,â Tessa smirks and Azzi knows just by how guileful it is, that the former Gamecock is absolutely onto them, âwhat do you think Azzi? Maybe we can make a little chart for who drives Paige to practice huh? Be welcoming to our teammate?â
Resisting the urge to flip off both Tessa and Jana whose shoulders are shaking with laughter, Azzi settles on a sugary sweet smile instead, âI donât think thatâs necessary-â
âOh weâd be happy to help,â Tessa chirps happily and Azziâs suddenly wistful for the moment back in her senior year when sheâd dropped the South Carolina guard for an easy layup.Â
âAnd thatâs very kind of yâall but,â she reaches over to squeeze the younger girlâs shoulder tightly, making her grunt in discomfort, âI think Paige is okay. It just works better if itâs one person. Less complications, you know?â
âWonât somebody please think about the complications,â Jana snickers.Â
âIâm so confused,â Laila says, a frown on her face as she looks weirdly at her teammates.Â
âItâs nothing,â Azzi says shrilly as she slings both her and Paigeâs bags on her shoulders, rolling her eyes when both Jana and Tessa giggle at the domesticity of the action, âdonât worry about it, Phelia.â
âYâall are acting strange,â Laila shrugs as she starts to make her way out of the locker room and Azziâs rounds on the other two women.Â
âWhatever you think you know Tess,â Azzi raises a finger in warning, âkeep it to yourself.â
Tessa makes a point to make a zipping motion across her lips as her eyes glimmer with mischief.Â
âThank god,â Jana gasps dramatically, âI was so tired of having to deal with these two all by myself. Do you know how hard it is Tess? Iâve been doing it for YEARS.â
âYou poor soul,â Tessa coos, âI canât imagine how hard itâs been for you. Theyâre kind of disgusting.â
âYou peeped that already? Damn Azzi, do you realize how sickening yâall must be for Tessa to have already figured it out?â
âNo forreal,â Tessa teases, âif you donât want people catching onto your shit, I suggest yâall stop eyefucking every other second.â
âFuck all the way off. Both of you,â Azzi grunts as Jana practically howls with laughter.
âYou kiss your daughter with that mouth Fudd?â
âI dunno about Stephie,â Tessa drops her voice so only Jana and Azzi can hear her, âbut I bet she kisses Paige with that mouth huh Az?â
Azzi groans, hiding her bright red face in her hands as her teammates' jovial laughter echoes through the locker room.
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Paige is eerily quiet as she climbs into the passenger seat and Azzi knows immediately by the way she doesnât try to coax her way into driving, that whatever conversation sheâd had with Coach, likely hadnât been a pleasant one. There are a thousand and one questions taking birth in her mind but Azzi doesnât voice any of them, knowing Paige isnât ready to answer them. Instead, she laces her fingers through Paigeâs, resting them on the other girl's lap as she rubs a soothing circle against the back of her hand, a promise of whenever youâre ready to share, iâll be ready to listen.Â
Theyâve fallen into a routine of sorts, one driven by that fact Paige has practically moved into Azziâs house at this point. Their day started with them dropping Stephie off at school before the two of them would go to training or practice or whatever basketball activities they had planned. Then, theyâd go to pick up Stephie from school and Azzi would drop her and Paige off at Curry camp while she ran various errands before circling back to pick them up. Itâs domestic as hell and thereâs a part of Azzi thatâs still a little fearful; perhaps theyâre trying to fit the puzzle pieces of their separate lives into each other a little too quickly. But she thinks that maybe those puzzle pieces had never really been disconnected, because sometimes she thinks their existence might just be an extension of each otherâs.Â
âYou know,â Azzi begins softly when it becomes abundantly clear Paige isnât going to speak first, âIâm okay with the fact that youâve probably fucked other people. I mean other than the woman you married as well that is.â
âWhat the fuck?â Paigeâs head whips towards her so quick, it must hurt just a little bit, âwhere the fuck did that come from?â
Azzi shrugs, âIâm just saying-â
âWhy are you just saying?â Paige's eyes widen in panic as she possessively tightens her grip on the brunetteâs hand, âare you about to tell me about someone you hooked up with? Because Iâmma be honest Azzi Iâd rather jump out of this moving car then hear about some whore who had the audacity-â
âAudacity? You do realize I was-â
âSay you were single and I actually will jump out of the car,â Paige warns, âbut no actually dude what the fuck?â
âWell you see,â Azzi says carefully, âIâm trying to figure out why youâre being such a bitch to our new rookie and after careful deliberation, Iâve come to the conclusion that sheâs gotta be a hookup gone wrong because why the fuck else would Paige Bueckers, who has a hard time killing a spider, be so unnecessarily mean to this poor girl?âÂ
Thereâs silence in the car for a second as Paige opens and closes her mouth, unable to get a word out, until she doubles over laughing, the sound of it echoing all around them. Azzi canât help the soft grin that flitters across her face, relieved at seeing the way the tension begins to dissipate from the blondeâs shoulders. And Azzi swears that when Paige laughs, it feels a little bit like the sun has come out again; like the flowers are blooming and birds are chirping and everything is right in the world again and she thinks the sun should probably be jealous of the warmth Paige exudes because at least against the silhouette of Azziâs sky, Paige burns brighter than the sun ever will.Â
âYou-you think I fucked Angie?â Paige finally manages to splutter out between peals of laughs, âbaby sheâs barely 22.â
âHey,â Azzi pouts, âyou always did go for younger women. Like me for example.â
Paige narrows her eyes, âyouâre literally one year younger than me.â
âOne year and a couple of days,â Azzi corrects.Â
Rolling her eyes Paige uses both hands to hold Azziâs non-driving one, âAzzi I swear to you that I have never in my life hooked up with Angie fucking Davis.â
âI know,â Azzi confesses, eyes still focused on the road ahead of her, âso what exactly is your problem with her then Paige?â
âYou couldnât have just asked me that?â
Azzi shrugs, âfelt like I needed to make you laugh first. So tell me Bueckers-â before she can continue, she feels lips being pressed to her cheeks and canât help the crimson tinge it elicits on her face, âwhat- what was that for?â
âBecause youâre a little bit of a sap and Iâm glad youâre my sap,â Paige grins, âall mine.â
âYouâre trying to change the topic.â
âI am not.â
âPaige.â
The blonde sighs, leaning her head back against the headrest, âcan we talk about it tonight? I wanna tell you I promise- I just- I think we need to sit down so that I- I can explain it to you properly.â
âThat feels ominous,â Azziâs stomach clenches at the seriousness in Paigeâs voice as she turns onto the street for Stephieâs school, âshould I be worried?â
âNo,â Paige says firmly, bringing their enclosed hands to her mouth so she can brush a kiss across Azziâs knuckles, âitâs nothing we canât get through.â
Azzi nods as she pulls into the school parking lot, mustering up a reassuring smile of her own as she squeezes Paigeâs hand. But thereâs still a speck of fear dancing around in her gut; itâs this constant fear of losing Paige again that she doesnât think sheâll ever truly be able to sweep out of her system. Theyâve been doing so good these last few weeks -like theyâre collecting together the scattered pages of everything we used to be and binding them back together with strings of all that we can become- but sometimes Azzi finds herself afraid that it might all just disappear, that a gust of wind might blow everything out of her hands all over again.Â
âHI MAMA. HI MISS BUECKS,â sheâs shaken from her thoughts by the backdoor opening as Stephie barrels into the car, the happiness in her voice contagious as she leans over the console to kiss Azzi and then Paige, before hanging between them and tapping at her own cheeks. The two adults laugh as they simultaneously press their lips to the little girl's cheeks, causing her dimples to deepen as she giggles between them.Â
âHow was school Stephie-bean?â Paige asks, peering over her own shoulder to make sure Stephie buckles herself in correctly as Azzi backs the car out.Â
Stephie scrunches up her nose is distaste, âitâs school Miss Buecks. It was so boring. Except for lunch. Lunch was great. I love lunch.â
âYouâre so real Steph,â Paige nods seriously, âlunch is the best and school is so bor-â
âPaige!â
âCâmon Az, Iâm not gonna lie to the kid.â
âExactly Mama,â Stephie chimes in loyally from the backseat, âlying is bad.â
Azzi rolls her eyes as Paige twists her hand to hold it out for Stephie to high-five it from the backseat, âthe two of you are insufferable.â
âWhat does that mean?â Stephie asks, tilting her head in confusion.Â
âIt means weâre her most favorite people in the world,â Paige winks at the little girl as Azzi shakes her head fondly, choosing to keep the youâre more than that, you two are the reason my world keeps turning that tastes sugary sweet on the tip of her tongue to herself as she continues to drive.Â
âWhat do yâall want for dinner?â she asks instead, ready to make a mental note of ingredients she might need to pick up from the grocery store while Paige and Stephie are at Curry Camp.Â
âActually,â thereâs a slight nervous lilt to Paigeâs voice and when Azzi looks over, she finds the older woman fidgeting anxiously with her thumbs, âI was thinking that maybe um- maybe yâall could come over to mine tonight? Maybe I can cook?â
They havenât stayed at Paigeâs since that first disastrous night. It hadnât been on purpose per say; it was simply just easier to stay at Azziâs, especially with Stephie to consider but perhaps a part of it had been subconscious self-preservation on the younger girl's part. Something about sleeping over at Paigeâs feels more purposeful; like sheâs fully letting herself step back into the otherâs girl world and this time with the promise to not run away in the morning. Itâs scary but when Azzi sees the hopeful look on Paigeâs face as the blonde bites her lips, she thinks itâs worth it to take the leap; sheâs ready for it.Â
âI think that would be nice,â she says with a soft smile, âIâll pick up some clothes for Stephie while yâall are at camp.â
Paige beams and Azzi can tell sheâs itching to lean over to grab her hand or kiss her touch her in any way but thereâs still the little fact they still havenât quite told Stephie anything about them yet that stops her from doing any of the above.Â
âWhat do you think of that Stephie bean? You wanna have a sleepover at my place tonight?â she redirects her attention to the little girl instead.Â
âYES PLEASE,â Stephie squeals, practically bouncing on her car seat before a frown crosses her forehead, âbut um-â she hesitates, âyou um- you canât cook Miss Buecks.â
Azzi bursts into a laughter as an offended look clouds Paigeâs face, âexcuse me? I absolutely can cook.â
âMiss Buecks,â Stephie says, her condescension-filled tone as adult as she can make it be, âyou burned my eggs three times this week and then Mama had to make them all over again and we were almost late for school,â the little girl smirks through her ramble, âbut thatâs okay because I donât mind being late for school because like I said school is really boring.â
âOkay but what about the one time I didnât burn the eggs?â Paige haughtily crosses her arms over chest, âhave we all just forgotten about that?â
âPretty sure they were a little undercooked and saltless that one time-OW,â Azziâs snicker is cut off by a pinch to her stomach, âdo you want me to crash the car woman?â
Paige ignores her, turning back to look at Stephie with a betrayed expression, âyou said you liked them?â
âI didnât want to hurt your feeling Miss Buecks,â the little girl wails and Azzi feels a mix of pride and love bloom in her heart at the kind soul sheâs raised, âIâm sorry Miss Buecks but I just-â Stephie reaches as far as her seatbelt will allow to cup Paigeâs hand in her tiny hands, âI really donât think you should cook Miss Buecks.Please. I donât wanna die yet. Iâm too cute to die.â
âYou know what Stephie bean,â Paige taps the little girlâs nose, âI think you might be even more of a drama queen than me-â
âDonât sound so proud,â Azzi mutters under her breath.Â
âShhh,â Paige chastises, never looking away from Stephie, âbut alright sweetheart. I wonât cook. How about we order pizza?â
Stephie lets out a delighted cheer as Azzi grumbles, âmore junk food? I swear to god Bueckers youâre completely ruining her diet.â
âOn the contrary, I think Iâm finally fixing it. You poor thing,â Paige coos at Stephie dramatically, âI bet your Mama was torturing you with nasty green things all day every day before me huh?â
âNo no no Miss Buecks, veggies are good for you,â Stephie recites loyally and Azzi grins triumphantly at Paige.Â
âOh dear Stephie youâve been brainwashed-â
âExcuse me? Donât try to corrupt my child out of her good habits.â
âIâm not corrupting her,â Paige defends as Azzi makes a left turn into the parking lot for Curry Camp, âIâm just teaching her the wonders of grease and oil and all the other fun things that adults lie are bad for you.â
âPaige you are an adult.â
âBut a fun one,â Paige smirks, waggling her eyebrows at Stephie through the mirror as Azzi stops the car right outside the building, âright Stephie-bean?â
âThe fun-est-est-est-est,â Stephie choruses back as she begins to unbuckle herself so she can latch onto her motherâs neck from behind. Paige takes the opportunity to climb out of the car so she can grab Stephieâs sports bag from where itâs kept in the trunk.
âYou be good for Miss Buecks and Uncle Twin at camp today okay?â Azzi whispers to the little girl, âand I better hear that you made all your shots.â
Stephie scoffs, âyou know I never miss Mama.â
âThatâs my girl,â Azzi grins as she nuzzles her nose against the little girlâs before Paige opens the backdoor and Stephie unlatches herself from her mother, only so she can go barrelling into the older womanâs arms instead, âStephie-bean you know you can walk.â
âBut Mama,â Stephie whines, wrapping her hands tightly around Paigeâs neck, âIâm too tired to walk-â
âStephie,â Azzi sighs.Â
âYou donât mind carrying me, do you Miss Buecks?â
âOf course not,â Paige grins, âwhatever you want sweetheart.â
Stephie looks pointedly at Azzi, âsee Mama? Miss Buecks doesnât mind.â
âOf course she doesnât,â Azzi shakes her head, âalright off you two go. Iâll see you guys in a bit.â
âBye Mama,â Stephie waves, âhurry back okay? Weâll miss you.â
âIâll miss you guys too,â Azzi says warmly, blowing a kiss at both of them.Â
Itâs uncanny how similar the two of them are, when both Stephie and Paige make a show of catching the kiss and bringing it to their heart before looking at each other and giggling over their own silliness. It makes Azziâs heartache in the best way possible. And as she watches the two of them start walking up the stairs, Stephie rambling and Paige hanging onto every word, she thinks that as long as life gives her the two of them, sheâll never ask for anything else.Â
***
The first thing Azzi notices when she walks into the gym, arriving a little before camp finishes so she can say hi to her mentor, is Stephie sulking as she glares at Paige from the other side of the court. Confused, because itâs rare to see her daughter looking at the other woman with anything but pure adulation, Azzi follows the little girlâs line of sight to see what could possibly have upset her. A fond smile crosses her face as she sees Paige crowded by a bunch of children, all of them watching the superstar with wonder as she demonstrates her shooting technique. Paige swishes the ball into the basket and one would think sheâd just scored the game-winning shot in the finals, by the way the gaggle of kids around her let out enthused cheers.Â
The blonde has always had this aura that draws people to her -Azzi would know; sheâd been one of the first people to succumb to it (not that sheâd put up much of a fight)- but thereâs something different about the charisma Paige has with kids. Perhaps itâs because of her own childlike innocence thatâs still intact despite her age, but itâs clear that the little ones adore her. Azzi watches as one of the little girls animatedly tries to mimic what Paige had just demonstrated, looking upset when the basketball barely touches the rim.Â
âIâm never gonna make a basket,â she hears the girl pout.Â
Paige ruffles the kidâs hair before lifting her up onto her lap, âof course you are. You just needed a little bit more height. Here try again,â she says as she urges the girl to shoot again now that sheâs higher off the ground. This time the ball falls magnificently through the hoop and the child whoops.Â
âOH MY GOD COACH P I DID IT,â she squeals, hiding her face in Paigeâs neck and while Azzi finds the whole thing quite adorable, when she looks over, she realizes that clearly Stephie is not nearly amused as she watches her daughterâs face transform into a scowl.Â
âRiley and Ryan used to make the same face any time I gave another little girl too much of my time,â Azzi grins as Steph appears by her side, the former Warriors guard bumping her shoulder as a sign of greeting, âI split the kids into groups, half with Paige and half with me. Kept Stephie with me cause you know I thought I was her favorite but sheâs been glaring at all the kids with Paige this whole time.â
âSheâs uh- sheâs a little possessive,â Azzi chuckles, eyes still on her daughter who finally looks away from Paige, before angrily shooting the ball at the lowered basket in front of her.Â
âNICE SHOT TWIN NIECE,â Steph cheers as Stephie makes the shot, the little girlâs face unmoving as she gathers the ball back and gets ready to shoot again. Sometimes Azzi thinks, as she claps with pride, her daughterâs laser-focus attitude might rival her own. Maybe itâs a motherâs bias -sheâd call it intuition- but sheâs certain Stephieâs going to be a basketball phenomenon one day.Â
âThat was so pretty Stephie-bean,â Paige is beaming as she approaches Stephie, the little girl from before holding her hand, âyou think you can show Claudia here how you get that arc on it?â
âNo thank you Coach Bueckers,â Stephieâs voice is perfectly polite as she makes a point to not look at the two people whoâve just entered her space, but Azzi catches the split second when her gaze shifts irritatedly to the way Claudiaâs hanging off of Paige, âIâm a little busy right now. Maybe another time.â
âOh sheâs good,â Steph whistles lowly as Paigeâs mouth falls open at not being referred to as Miss Buecks, âsheâs gonna have Paige groveling after camp I bet. Sheâs gonna get whatever treat she wants.âÂ
Azzi groans, âthat is not a good thing. Do you know how much junk food she manipulates Paige into getting her?â
Steph laughs, âshe spoils her huh?â
âYou donât know the half of it,â Azzi mutters but thereâs a wistful grin on her face, âItâs part of why Stephie adores her so much cause she knows Paige would give her the world if she could.â
âI donât think itâs just Stephie who adores her,â Steph bumps his shoulder against her and Azzi blanches at the knowing tone in his voice.Â
âThatâs not- I mean- I donât- I donât know what you mean,â she stutters out.Â
Steph rolls his eyes goodnaturedly, âoh come off it Az. It was obvious when yâall were kids and itâs still obvious now.â
âWhen we were- you knew?âÂ
âOf course I knew,â Steph scoffs, âIâve been married for more than 20 years to the same girl I fell in love with at 15 years old Az, I know a thing or two about what love looks like. Of course I knew.â
âIâm just getting clocked left right and center today what the hell,â she grumbles but thereâs a part of her thatâs slightly relieved about the people around them slowly figuring it out. She thinks she should maybe be a little more embarrassed about how obvious they apparently are -have supposedly always been- but honestly she kind of loves that their love is so bright, that itâs impossible to not see it.Â
Love. The word sends a shiver through Azzi. Itâs not a foreign feeling to her at all, especially not when it comes to Paige. If sheâs honest with herself, itâs a feeling that has never left. Sheâd tried as hard as she could; shoving it underneath a rock of youâre not allowed to feel this way that weighed heavily against her chest. But it had always been there and as soon as Paige had waltzed her way back into Azziâs life, the blonde seemed to have found a way to shovel it right back out. And that four-letter-word isnât buried anymore; itâs right there on the tip of her tongue and every time Paige smiles at her -eyes crinkling with only for you-, Azziâs this close to let it slip through her lips. Sheâs just waiting for the right time.
âHey Stephie-bean can I fix your form a little bit,â her attention is drawn back to her surroundings as she watches Paige try to get Stephie to look at her again but her daughter is nothing if not stubborn.Â
âThatâs okay. Itâs almost time to go home and Iâm sure Uncle Twin can help me with my form Coach Bueckers,â the little girl says contemptuously to a gobsmacked Paige before gesturing at Claudia, âhow about you just keep helping her instead.â
âSheesh thatâs one petty kid youâve got there Fudd,â Steph remarks before stepping to the front of the court and blowing his whistle, âalright yâall itâs 5 oâclock. Great job today! I hope you guys had a lot of fun and learned some good stuff and Iâll see yâall back here tomorrow!â
The former player diligently high-fives all the kids before they disperse towards their awaiting parents. Azzi can tell Stephieâs still irritated when the little girl barely hugs Steph, shaking herself out of her Uncleâs arms much quicker than she normally would as she all but stomps her way to her mother.Â
âWoah there Stephie-bean,â Azzi says gently, falling to her knees in front of her daughter, âwhatâs wrong?â
Stephie pouts miserably, âIâm mad at Miss Buecks. Sheâs been helping other kids this whole time.â
Azzi has to bite her lip to keep herself from smiling, amused by the childâs dramatics, âbaby you know thatâs Miss Buecksâs job right? Sheâs here to coach all the kids.â
If possible, Stephieâs frown deepens as she kicks her feet stubbornly, âshe can coach them,â she says matter-of-factly, âbut why does she have to carry them and give them hugs. She should only do that with me.â
âStephie-â
âAnd camp is over now and sheâs still with stupid Claudia,â Stephie whines as she uses her hand to turn Azziâs face towards Paige, âsee?â
The we donât call people stupid lesson that she was just about to give her daughter dies on Azziâs lips as her eyes fixate on where a stupid pretty young woman who she knows to be Claudiaâs mother is staring up at Paige with a stupid flirty smile. Azzi has no idea what the blonde is saying, but sheâs sure it canât be that funny to make the woman tilt her head back in laughter, left hand reaching out to flick Paigeâs bicep and lingering far longer than necessary.Â
âYou know what Stephie-bean I think itâs time to home,â and really she feels just a little guilty with how sheâs about to use her clearly upset daughter, âhow about you go call Miss Buecks over.â
Thatâs all it takes to get Stephie running towards her and Azzi follows cautiously behind, only getting further irritated at how Claudiaâs mother seems determined to step closer and closer to Paige and the clueless blonde does absolutely nothing to stop it, continuing to smile politely at the other woman.Â
âMiss Buecks,â Stephie comes to a halt in front of Paige, interrupting whatever conversation was going on as she practically forces herself in between the two women, âMama says itâs time to go home.â
Despite the jealousy simmering her heart, Azzi canât help that her heart skips a beat at the way Paigeâs whole face brightens up at seeing Stephie; clearly relieved at the little girl using her nickname again.Â
âGive me one second sweetheart. Iâm just a little busy talking to Claudia and her mother-â
âMama,â Stephie says loudly, cutting Paige off as she turns to Azzi, âdo you know if Aunty ChĂ©rie is in town?â
âUm- I- uh-â the brunette stutters, not having expected her little girl to bring that up as her gaze flickers towards a frozen Paige whose smile is completely gone, her body going rigid at the mention of ClĂ©mence.
âI was just thinking,â Stephie barrels on casually, âmaybe we could go see her and she could give me cuddles and kisses since app-ently Miss Buecks is too busy to give them to me-â
The little girl cuts herself off with a squeal as sheâs suddenly lifted off the ground and into Paigeâs arms; the blonde peppering her lips against every inch of Stephieâs face.Â
âNever ever too busy for you and Iâm especially never too busy to give you kisses Stephie-bean.â
âPromise,â Stephie holds out her pinky finger and Paige diligently intertwines her own through it, pressing a kiss to their now interlocked pinkies.Â
âPromise.â
Shaking her head fondly at her menace daughterâs antiques, Azzi fixes Claudiaâs mother with a sweetly saccharine smile as she wraps a possessive hand around Paigeâs bicep. She can feel the blondeâs eyes immediately drift towards her, clearly a little thrown off by her forwardness. It had been Azziâs go-to-move in college whenever Paigeâs fanclub would get a little too handsy. Sheâd sidle up into her girlfriendâs space, marking her territory as subtly as possible. Azzi knows this is a little different. It had been easier back then to play the action off as a protective best friend warding off boundary-less fans; really it was uncanny the things two girls could get away with under the guise of friendship. But itâs different now that theyâre actual adults and she can see the clogs running Claudiaâs motherâs head as she starts to piece everything together.Â
âHi I donât think weâve properly met. Iâm Stephieâs mom, Azzi, nice to meet you,â Azzi says finally, holding out her hand that isnât still clasped firmly around Paigeâs bicep, âI think itâs usually your husband who picks Claudia up from camp right?â
âIâm Stacie,â the woman says, primly returning the handshake, âyeah my husbandâs usually the one who picks her up but I had a little time today-â
âDonât lie Mommy. I heard you on the phone saying you wanted to come pick me up so you could meet Coach Bueckers-â
âClaudia,â Stacie hisses as Azzi narrows her eyes at the woman.Â
âYou said itâs cause you think sheâs really hot-â Claudia manages to get out before her mother furiously clamps her hand over her mouth.Â
âAzzi,â Paige whispers under her breath, wincing slightly as the shooting guard unconsciously tightens her grip, unable to keep the irritation of her face as she all but glares at Claudiaâs mother.Â
âYou know kids, they say anything,â Stacie tries to justify, cowering under the sintering heat of Azziâs stare.Â
âRight,â the brunette nods with faux understanding, âwell if youâll excuse us, I think itâs time for us to go unless-â she turns her gaze onto Paige who looks innocently back at her as she hides a smile against Stephieâs stomach, âunless youâre still busy that is?â
Paige shakes her head affectionately as she tugs her arm out of Azziâs grip, only so she can lock their pinkies together, the angle of it just out of Stephieâs line of sight, ânever too busy for you,â she repeats, âletâs go.â
***Â
âMama, will you tell Miss Buecks that Iâm not speaking to her,â Stephie says as soon as the three of them get settled into the car.Â
âWhat,â Paige shrieks, twisting her head around to look at the little girl who decisively looks away, her tiny hands crossed over her chest.Â
âStephie,â Azzi sighs exasperatedly, stretching her legs out in the passenger seat; Paige had insisted on driving this time and she hadnât bothered fighting against it, âbabes I thought youâd gotten over it? You were literally just talking to her.â
âThatâs cause I forgot I was mad when Miss Buecks gave me my kisses but I rem-ber now,â Stephie explains.Â
âRemember what?â Paige asks frantically, âStephie-bean what did I do?â
The little girl in question makes it a point to turn her nose up and look directly at Azzi as she answers, âMama will you tell Miss Buecks that she knows what she did.â
âI really, really donât. Stephie sweetheart please tell me so I can fix it,â Paige tries again, and Azzi lets herself marvel at how the normally jittery-woman seems to have endless patience for her little girl.Â
âYOU GAVE THE OTHER KIDS HIGH FIVES AND CUDDLES AND HUGS AND YOU EVEN LET CLAUDIA ONTO YOUR LAP,â Stephie bursts out emphatically, âyouâre not supposed to do that with anyone but ME.â
âI-â Paige looks over helplessly at Azzi who holds her hands up in surrender, determined not to get in between the two of them and their dramatics.Â
âYou didnât even ask Uncle Twin to let me be on your team,â Stephie accuses and then like sheâs suddenly remembered that sheâd made a bold assertion a couple of minutes ago, âMama could you please tell Miss Buecks that I said all of that.â
Azzi rolls her eyes, âI have a feeling she might have heard you.â
âDid you like the other kidâs hugs more than you like mine?â the little girl prods, her eyes suddenly glimmering with tears.Â
âOh sweetheart of course not,â Paige consoles immediately, âI could never like anyoneâs hugs more than yours, you know that. Your hugs are the best things in the whole wide world. And Stephie-bean, I thought you wanted to be with Uncle Twin, you said you missed him.â
âWanted to be with you more,â Stephie pouts stubbornly, âI donât wanna share my Miss Buecks with the other kids. I donât want you to hug them or carry them and you definitely canât give them kisses.â
âI didnât even give any of them kisses,â Paige protests.Â
âStephie, Miss Buecks is a person, not an object. Sheâs allowed to hug or carry or kiss-â Azzi tries to explain but is almost immediately interrupted by Stephie who gives her an unamused look.Â
âWell is she allowed to hug and carry and kiss Claudiaâs Mama then?â
Azziâs mouth falls open as Paige barely holds in her chuckle at the little girlâs cheeky question, âshe absolutely is not allowed to do that.â
âExactly,â thereâs a satisfied grin on Stephie's face as she takes in the still dumbfounded expression on her motherâs face.Â
âI just- I meant the kids. Sheâs allowed to hug or carry or kiss the kids-â
âNO SHEâS NOT.â
âOkay, okay, okay,â Paige moves her hands up and down in a calming gesture before she reaches for Stephie hands, âhow about this? From now on, I wonât carry any of the other kids and I definitely wonât give them any kisses. But can I at least give them one hug? Just one tiny little hug?â
Stephie ponders over the request for a second, âokay,â she agrees finally, âbut only one hug and it canât be longer than three seconds okay? And then you come and give me three of them right after?â
âDone. Iâll come give you five hugs right after,â Paige grins happily as the two of them shake on it before she turns back around to start driving them towards her house. Â
âMama you can tell Miss Buecks that Iâm speaking to her again,â Stephie smiles toothily at Azzi through the rearview mirror.Â
âReally?â Azzi responds sarcastically, âI couldn't have guessed.â
âYou know,â Paige drops her voice so Stephie canât hear them, âyouâre being pretty sassy for someone who was just as irrationally jealous as a five year old a couple of minutes ago.â
âI was not jealous,â Azzi says indignantly, repeating herself when Paigeâs smirk deepens, âI have no idea what youâre talking about Paige, I was absolutely not jealous.â
âWhatever you say baby,â Paige hums quietly as she turns the music up in the car, grinning at Stephie through the mirror when one of their new favorites comes on.Â
Azzi preemptively covers her ears as her soft âoh please donât start singing-â is immediately drowned out by the two other people in the car beginning to sing at the top of their voices. They barely know the lyrics and theyâre definitely not on key and really Azziâs poor ears are bleeding, but as sheâs coerced into reluctantly joining in, she thinks this could still be her favorite sound in the whole wide world.Â
Theyâre so enthralled in their cacophony -in each other- as they pull up to Paigeâs house, that it takes them a far longer than it should to notice the figure on her porch. It isnât until theyâve parked in the driveway, and Azziâs gone around to grab her and Stephieâs overnight bag from the back while Paige lifts Stephie onto her shoulders, and theyâre finally making their way up the three steps that lead to the deck, that they finally do.Â
All chatter comes to a halt as the boy -well thatâs not quite right; not when he towers over Paige and Azzi as he stands up from where heâd been sitting on the lawn chair. Itâs been almost four years since sheâd last seen him in person and even then heâd been a fleeting face in the crowd. Sheâs seen plenty of his clips from the rookie year heâd just finished in the NBA but it isnât the same as seeing him in the flesh now. So much has changed; the baby fat is gone from his face, heâs lankier and longer and thereâs a discernible aura of confidence around him; as is expected from a 20 year old man. Yet, as Azzi lets her gaze wander over him, she sees what sheâs always seen. She sees that same innocence, that same kindness, that same drive in his eyes that sheâd always found reflected in his sisterâs eyes too. She looks at him and she still sees a mini version of her Paige.Â
***Â
October 2022Â
âAZZI,â Drew screams as he runs across the arrival gate, his carry-on suitcase practically abandoned for the flight attendant with him to begrudgingly pick up.Â
âDREW,â Azziâs smile widens as the little boy comes to a halt in front of her, his arms immediately wrapping around her waist, âoh my god youâve gotten so much bigger little dude.â
Drew scrunches his nose up at her, âyou literally saw me like a month ago.â
âAnd I think you might have doubled in size since,â she ruffles his hair before turning to the flight attendant whoâs not so subtly checking her out, âthank you so much for getting him here safely.â
âOh just doing my duty mâam, especially for a pretty lady like you,â the man says and Azzi winces at his dated flirting technique.Â
âThis is Azzi,â Drew introduces, irritation seeping into his voice as he tightens his grip on Azziâs waist, âyou know how I told you Iâm flying out for my sisterâs birthday, this is my sisterâs girlfriend and it was her idea to fly me out to surprise my sister. Because you know sheâs her girlfriend.â
âRight,â the man grimaces and Azzi has to bite back the laugh threatening to escape as he hastily hands Drewâs suitcase over before barely managing a half-hearted grin, âI um- uh- well I should get back to the uh- plane or something. Tell your- tell your sister happy birthday.â
âThanks again,â Azzi calls after the man as he all but runs away from them, shaking her head fondly down at Drew whoâs giggling into her side.Â
âYou think if I tell Paige he flirted with you, sheâd get him fired?â he asks cheekily.Â
âThereâs a nonzero chance that sheâd at least try,â Azzi agrees as the two of them start making their way out of the airport and towards her car.Â
Itâs a chilly fall morning and the sun has barely risen in the sky but Drew seems more awake than ever as he practically bounces into the passenger seat, clearly excited to see his sister who has no inkling that heâs coming. The idea had come to Azzi a week or so ago as sheâd racked her head for ideas of what to do for Paige for her birthday. Sheâd done a good job putting up a front for the rest of their team -avidly cheering for them from the sidelines during practice- but Paige had been struggling these last couple of weeks. Azzi knows firsthand what itâs like to watch everyone else play the sport she loves while nursing her own injury and no matter how many iâm fine donât worry about me spiels she got from her girlfriend, Azzi knew it was killing the point guard to not be out there with their team.Â
If she could, Azzi would have liked to have miraculously fixed Paigeâs torn ACL as her birthday gift but that was wishful thinking. So instead sheâd decided on cheering Paige up with the other thing she loved more than playing basketball: spending time with her baby brother. It didn't take that much convincing to get Bob Bueckers -whoâd seen just how despondent his daughter had been those first couple of weeks in that gloomy hotel- to allow Drew to take the first half of this week off of school. From then on, the main difficulty had been keeping it a secret from Paige who seemed to have sixth sense for when something was going on behind her back. It didnât help that Drew had come close to spilling the beans more than a handful of times. But theyâd somehow managed it and this morning, Azzi had rolled out of her girlfriendâs arms much earlier than she would have liked to, ready to give Paige the day she deserved.Â
She glances at the clock. Itâs almost 8 and Azzi knows that Paige is probably beginning to stir awake. She can almost picture the likely confusion on her girlfriendâs as sheâd reach out for Azzi, only to find the spot next to her empty. As if on cue, the sound of a phone ringing vibrates around the car and Drewâs eyes light up at Paigeâs name flashing on the media-board.Â
âDonât say a word,â Azzi warns him as she picks up the call.Â
âWHAT THE HELL AZZI. WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?â Paigeâs irritated voice echoes throughout the car, âDO YOU KNOW HOW RUDE IT IS TO MAKE YOUR GIRLFRIEND WAKE UP ALONE IN THE MORNING? ON HER GODDAMN BIRTHDAY?â
Despite Azziâs warning, Drew snickers loud enough for the speakers to pick it up and the brunette fights the urge to hit her head against the steering wheel when Paige lets out a dramatic gasp.Â
âOH MY GOD ARE YOU WITH ANOTHER GIRL. ON MY BIRTHDAY?â
âNo Paige I am not with another girl-â
âWell it sounds like thereâs a girl with you.â
Drew opens his mouth to protest, clearly agitated with his voice potentially being mistaken for a girlâs but Azziâs quicker, immediately clamping a hand over his mouth.Â
âI am not with-â
âWait. Why did that voice sound so familiar?â Paige asks and Azzi can picture her scrunching her nose through the phone, âit canât be any of the girls. I think I saw all of them in their apartments while I was looking for you but it sounds so-â
âItâs no one,â Azzi says hurriedly, âIâm just picking up something for your birthday.â
âI donât want anything for my birthday,â Paige grumbles, âjust wanted to wake up to my beautiful gorgeous girlfriend but no, you couldnât just let me have that.â
A soft blush, tinted with hues of you make my imperfection feel perfect, creeps up Azziâs cheeks as Drew teasingly waggles his eyebrows at her, âI promise I have something even better for you.â
âWhat could possibly be better than morning se-â
âCelebratory cuddles. Right yes what could be better than morning celebratory cuddles,â Azzi babbles, ignoring the weird look Drew gives her as she tries to prevent them from falling in the ditch her girlfriend is unknowingly about throw them into, âoh my wonât you look at that, that sign has all the reasons I shouldnât try to talk and drive.â
âBaby what? Are you having a stroke. Thatâs not a thing-
âOh it totally is and I really have to hang up. Love you baby, see you soon!â
âAzzi-â a loud beep rings through Paigeâs protests as Azzi rushes to cut the call, slumping back in her seat with a sigh.Â
âMorning celebratory cuddles?â if she wasnât so embarrassed she would laugh at the side-eye Drew shoots her, âyâall are so weird.â
âWatch it. I will send you back to Minnesota.â
âNo you won't,â itâs uncanny how Drew has Paigeâs exact smile as he goofily grins at her, âyou love Paigey way too much to do that to me.â
Azzi rolls her eyes fondly, âyeah maybe just a little bit.âÂ
Thereâs peaceful silence in the car for a while as Drew leans back in his seat, looking thoughtfully out the window. Azzi feels excitement bubble in her stomach in anticipation for Paigeâs reaction to seeing her little brother. For as long as sheâs known her girlfriend, sheâs always known just how special Drew is to her; heâd been more a child to her than a brother and although it hasnât been that long since Paige has seen him, Azzi could still hear the wistfulness in her voice every night sheâd said good-bye to him on the phone. She feels giddy just knowing that seeing Drew again will put that earnest, loving smile she loves so much on Paigeâs face. That smile, Azzi thinks, might just be the reason her world keeps turning.Â
âHey Azzi?â Drew says slowly, âcan I ask you something?â
âCourse you can kid. You can ask me whatever you want,â Azzi reaches out to squeeze the little boyâs hand as he fidgets in his seat.Â
âDo you-â he hesitates, sucking in a deep breath, âdo you think two people can stay together forever?â
Azziâs taken aback by the gravity of the question, not having expected to deal with heavy-hitting ones like this so early in the morning. And really the truth is Azzi doesnât know how to answer this question. Itâs the kind of question her own brain conjures up sometimes and she has to distract herself from the way it makes her heart constrict because what if two people canât stay together forever?
âThatâs a heavy question,â she says finally, âwhereâs this coming from?â
Drew shrugs and his tone teeters on the edge of defensiveness when he answers, âjust some things I think about sometimes.â
âI donât know,â she says carefully, âIâd like to think some people can. I mean my parents have been together for a really long time and Iâd like to think theyâll stay together forever.â
âHow about you and Paigey?â Drew prods.Â
Thereâs an answer of yes that tastes like asphalt on the top of Azziâs tongue and so much of her wants to spit it out and have that be the answer she gives Drew. But there are these uneasy shackles of uncertainty, of what ifâs, of who knows what the future could do to us, that stops her. And she doesnât know why sheâs so scared of saying yes. Because if sheâs honest with herself Azzi canât really fathom a forever without her girlfriend; not when sometimes it feels like instead of a heart, itâs Paige that beats rhythmically against her ribcage.Â
âI really, really hope so,â she whispers.Â
âAzzi,â Drewâs voice is coated in sincerity and the brunette hums in response, âyou wonât ever hurt my Paigey will you?â
And there it is again, the unpredictability of what could happen next thatâs beginning to feel a little suffocating. She wants to give Drew a resounding no because Azzi would rather drive a dagger through her skin before letting Paige get so much as a paper cut but life is so fickle and sheâs scared of making a promise she canât keep. So she makes one that she swears she can.Â
âI promise that I will try my absolute best not to hurt your Paigey.â
***
May 2033Â
âWell,â Drew Bueckers sneers, his tone filled with contempt as he takes in the way Paige, Azzi and Stephie are practically wrapped into each other, donât you guys just look so fucking cozy.â
Thereâs a sinister tension-filled quiet as the three adults -god itâs weird to include Drew as an adult but Azzi supposes that thatâs what he is now- look between each other.Â
âUmm you owe me a kiss,â Stephie cuts into the silence.
âWhat?â Drew scrunches his face at the little girl.Â
âYou said a bad word,â Stephie says matter-of-factly, âand Mama says whenever someone says a bad word around me, they have to give me a kiss. So Miss Buecks,â Drew's eyes narrow at the nickname as the little girl lightly taps Paigeâs shoulder, âcan you turn around and move closer so he can give me a kiss?â
âYou donât, you donât have to do that-â Azzi tries to intervene.Â
âYes he does Mama,â Stephie interupts her indignantly, ârules are rules right?â
âStephie-â
âRules are rules,â itâs Drew who cuts Azzi off this time, his previously stoic face morphing into something warmer as he takes a step closer to her daughter and presses his lips against her turned cheek, âthere you go. Am I forgiven for saying a bad word now?â
Stephie grins up at him and Azzi feels a wave of this is how it always should have been pinching at her heart she watches the two of them.Â
âYouâre forgiven but you have to promise not to do it again.â
âI donât make promises like that kid,â thereâs an unspoken accusation as Drew keeps up a smile towards Stephie but his eyes dart for the briefest second towards the two women around him, âbut I promise Iâll try.â
âOkay,â Stephie accepts happily as she reaches over Paigeâs shoulder to press her own lips against Drewâs cheek.Â
âWhat was that for?â he asks a little dazedly.Â
Stephie shrugs, âbecause I think Iâm gonna like you.â
âDrew,â Paige whispers finally, gently letting the little girl off of her shoulders, âwhat are you- what are you doing here?â
âWhat? A guy canât just come visit his sister anymore?â thereâs an unfamiliar hard edge to Drewâs voice -a stark contrast from how heâd been with Stephie- that makes Azzi flinch.Â
âOf course he can but I just- you didnât- you didnât tell me you were coming,â Paige presses.Â
âWell we've been talking about me coming down for a while but it just hasnât happened and so I thought- I thought why not just come surprise you but-â Drew purses his lips as he gestures to the trio in front of him, âI think I might be the one whoâs surprised.â
âDrew-â
âActually you know what no,â he clenches his jaw, voice dripping with barely controlled anger, âIâm actually not surprised. Not surprised at all. Because really this- this is exactly what I should have expected from the two of you.â
âMaybe,â Azzi nibbles at her bottom, âmaybe we should go-â
âNO,â both Stephie and Paige yell out in tandem as the little girl immediately clutches onto the blondeâs thighs.Â
âI donât wanna go. Miss Buecks tell Mama Iâm not going anywhere.â
âYouâre staying right here with me,â Paige reassures the little girl as she turns her gaze back to Azzi, âyouâre not going anywhere okay?â
âPaige-â
âI asked you to stay tonight and youâre going to stay. End of discussion,â Paige says firmly and Azzi lets out a reluctant sight.Â
âYou asked her to stay? As in stay the night? Oh my god,â Drew scoffs maliciously.Â
âDrew,â thereâs a warning tone in Paigeâs voice as she deattaches herself from Stephie, keeping her voice low, ânot right now okay?â
Her brother rolls his eyes, grunting out a âwhatever,â but listening to his older sister like he always had and suddenly Azzi feels nostalgic for the little boy she had once known.Â
âYouâre so tall,â she blurts out, grimacing slightly when he turns to her with a frown.Â
âExcuse me?â
âI mean I knew that. Iâve seen some of your highlights and I knew I mean- I knew you were taller and that youâve gotten bigger and that youâd look stronger and all of that but I just-â Azzi gulps between her babbling, âyou just- you look different Drew.â
Thereâs a shine of warmth in Drewâs gaze for a second but it flickers away faster than it had appeared and his eyes are cold with flecks of betrayal as he looks at Azzi, âthatâs what happens as people get older isnât it? I wouldnât look so different to you if youâd been around to see me grow up.â
Thereâs venom laced in every word and Paige immediately opens her mouth to argue with him, but Azzi wraps a hand around her wrist to stop her. Because even if the words seep into her skin and infect it with bruises of guilt and regret, Azzi thinks she probably deserves them. Sheâd been in Drewâs world for so long and then one day, she just hadnât been. She thinks he probably could have spewed something even more poisonous and she just might have deserved that too.Â
âAre you sleeping over too, Uncle Drew?â Stephie asks softly, unaffected by the tenseness of the adults around her.Â
âUncle Drew?â Drew asks slowly.Â
Stephie nods with a grin, âMiss Buecks called you Drew and thatâs when I figured it out. Mama and Miss Buecks have told me stories about you and thereâs some pictures of you from when you were littler at Nana and Pop's house,â she rambles and Drewâs eyes soften at the idea of Stephie knowing of his existence, â and just in case you donât know who I am even though you should,â she gives him a pointed look as if everyone should know who the little girl is, âIâm Stephie. And youâre my Miss Buecksâs brother so that means youâre my Uncle Drew.â
âRight that um-â Drew clears his throats, âthat makes sense Stephie.â
âSo Uncle Drew, are you sleeping over too?â
âYeah, yeah I guess I am.â
âYAY!â Stephie squeals as she laces her fingers through Drew and begins to pull him towards the front door, âso Uncle Drew whatâs your favorite pizza topping?â
Something wonderful flutters in Azziâs chest as she watches the two of them interact -itâs a little bit like seeing the past and present harmonically blend into one- but despite that, despite the reassurance that Paige squeezes against her hand, thereâs an uneasiness lingering in the back of her mind. That wretched but familiar fear of the future weaves itself through her heart. Between the frostiness from Drew and whatever secret Paige is keeping from her, Azzi canât help but wonder if these last couple of weeks had simply been a mirage. She canât help but wonder if this bubble of happiness that theyâve built is about to be burst by a needle of circumstance again.Â
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