#the hugging as if we are watching the steps

[willowsnook]

Comfort

request from @itznotsophia

lando norris x sainz!reader

I’d be insane not to love you

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Happy tears streamed down your face as you watched your brother cross the finish line in Mexico. He needed this. Your whole family had flown out to the race, and you celebrated together in the garage before heading out to watch him on the podium.

This was the first race you had attended this year due to your hectic work schedule. Honestly, ever since you graduated high school you had only been able to make it to one or two races a season due to school or work. Right after graduating college, you took a job in investment banking in London. Your friends claimed you were a workaholic, but you loved being busy. You were living the big city career girl dream that you had always had.

Because of all this, watching Carlos take the win while you were there was even more special. He spun you around after the podium, and you laughed in his arms.

“My good luck charm,” he said, kissing the top of your head. “I’m glad you could come for this weekend.”

“Me too,” you said, smiling widely. You were the baby of the family, being 6 years younger than Carlos and the two of you had always had a special relationship despite the age gap. He really was your best friend.

Everyone headed back to the hotel to change and then head out for dinner. You changed out of your Ferrari jacket into a cuter outfit for dinner and then for what you assumed would happen afterward. Once you had freshened up, you headed down to the lobby, not seeing any of your family.

You looked around but only saw your brother’s friend and fellow driver, Lando, walking towards you. It had been a long time since you had been around him, and he definitely grew into himself over the years. You remembered when Carlos was at McLaren, you found him funny but very immature, so you never really gave him the time of day even though he followed you around like a lost puppy. He was a boy back then, but this was a man.

“Carlos had to head over there early to make the reservation time, so he tasked me with taking you,” he said once he reached you, with an easy-going smile.

“Wow, my Uber driver is professional? Lucky me,” you teased, and he chuckled. He hovered nervously near you, and you could tell he was deciding whether or not to give you a hug, so you made the decision for him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “It’s good to see you Lan.”

“You too, y/n,” he replied, stepping back with a tint of pink on his cheeks. “Shall we?”

You took his arm and followed him out the door and into his car that had been pulled up. You caught up over the car ride to dinner, and he peppered you with questions about your job and living in London.

“You should hit up Max and Pietra to hang out sometime,” he said and you shrugged, looking out the window.

“There your friends Lan,” you said. “Do you think I don’t have any friends?”

“I just know that you’d like them,” he defended. “I’m sure you are friends with everyone you meet.”

You smiled at the compliment and agreed to text Pietra when you were back to grab a coffee or something. You and Lando were the last to arrive, and he beat you to the seat next to Carlos, throwing you a cheeky smile over his shoulder. You rolled your eyes but sat beside him, across from Rebecca. Dinner was full of conversation and laughter, and your heart felt full.

After everyone finished up, the group headed to a nearby club to actually start celebrating. There were tons of paparazzi at the entrance, and you fiddled anxiously with your hands. This is something you did not miss about being around your brother. Lando was sitting next to you in the car and grabbed your hand to make you stop fidgeting.

“Just stick to my side yeah?” He said, and you nodded. Pulling to the front, he got out and handed his keys off before coming to your door. You let him take your hand and move into his side, his arm holding you close as he shielded you from the flashes. You smiled appreciatively at him once you made it to the group.

“Thanks Lan,” you said and he smiled back. Your brother was watching this interaction like a hawk but you missed seeing Rebecca elbow him in the ribs to get him to stop. Grabbing her arm, you dragged her to the bar to get a drink.

“So Lando huh,” she teased and you rolled your eyes.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you hummed, refusing to look at her.

“Carlos said that he still looks at you like he did back when you were 19.”

“No he doesn’t,” you argued. “He is my brother’s best friend and that’s all.”

She gave you a small smirk, clearly not believing you, and you groaned before handing her a shot. “No more talking about him.”

An hour later you were very tipsy and jumping around dancing with your family. You were too drunk to notice that Lando had been watching you while sipping on his drink, half listening to Carlos. Carlos however, did notice.

“Are you serious mate?” He asked, and Lando’s attention snapped back to your brother, who was glaring at him. “Eye-fucking my sister in front of me?”

Lando’s face blushed a deep red. “I am not.”

Carlos raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Right. And I'm not a Formula 1 driver."

Lando sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Look, I'm sorry. I know she's your sister. I just... I can't help it. She's amazing, Carlos. She always has been"

Carlos's expression softened slightly. "I know she is. But Lando, be careful. She's not just some girl you can mess around with. She's family."

"I would never hurt her," Lando said earnestly. "You know me better than that."

Just then, you stumbled over to them, giggling. "What are you boys talking about so seriously? It's a party!"

You threw your arms around both of their shoulders, oblivious to the tension. Carlos shot Lando a warning look over your head.

"Nothing important, hermanita," Carlos said, and you turned your attention to Lando.

"Dance with me?" you asked, holding out your hand. Lando hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting to Carlos, who just rolled his eyes and stalked away towards Rebecca.

"I don't know if that's a good idea," he said, but you could see the longing in his eyes.

"Come on, Lan. It's just a dance," you insisted, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the crowd.

As you moved together to the beat, you felt the heat between your bodies intensify. His hands reached your waist, and you turned around, leaning your back into his chest. Feeling his breath hot on your neck, you turned your head up to look at him. His pupils were blown wide with desire,e but you knew he was holding back.

“You are asking for your brother to literally rip my head off,” he complained and you laughed loudly.

“Tell me you don’t want me,” you said, turning your whole body back to face him.

“You know I do,” he said huskily. Moving on your tiptoes, you pressed your lips gently against his, and you smirked against his lips as you heard your name being angrily called out.

“I’d start running now,” you told Lando as his eyes widened seeing Carlos marching towards the two of you. He gave you one last kiss before peeling off.

“Dios mio y/n,” your brother said, putting both his arms on your shoulders to shake you. “Remember what I told you when you were 18? No F1 drivers!"

“I’m not 18 anymore Carlos,” you said in a singsong voice to him. “But don’t worry, we don’t even see each other outside of you.”

“Keep it that way,” he said sternly.

The next morning you woke up hungover and embarrassed. You dug Lando’s number out of your contacts list and shot him a quick text apologizing to which he replied you can kiss me anytime ;)

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Life went back to normal when you got back to London with the exception of talking to Lando more. You had been casually texting, and you started to look forward to the end of your workdays to hear about his day.

After the Brazil race he had been radio silent. You had sent him a text right after, telling him to keep his head up and that he still was amazing but he had only liked the message. Honestly, you didn’t think much about his silence; you had only just reconnected, so you were very used to life without Lando Norris in it.

The following week, you had finally texted Pietra and met up with her for happy hour. It had been a long time since you had seen her, having met her through Lando all those years ago. The two of you spent hours catching up before he came up.

“Have you heard from Lando?” She asked while you were getting out your purse to pay your tab.

“Not since before the Brazil race, why?” You asked, meeting her worried eyes.

“He had mentioned that you guys had been talking more after Mexico, so I hoped he would reach out to you after Brazil.”

“Is something wrong?”

“I’m not sure,” Pietra said, biting her lip. “He hasn’t really been responding to Max and hasn’t been on any of the games. Max is worried. Could you call him or something?”

“Why me?” You asked, surprised. Pietra didn’t say anything for a minute, clearly battling with something internally.

“He’s different around you,” she finally said. “I think he might actually answer if you call.”

Her words sat with you the rest of the night, and as you were getting ready for bed, you decided to give in. You leaned against your headboard and hit the Facetime button, prepared to be declined. Right at the last ring, Lando’s face filled your screen, and your heart sank. He looked terrible. Dark circles around his eyes and messy hair. He was also lying in bed, but you could tell you hadn’t woken him up.

“Hi Lan,” you said softly.

“What’s up?” He asked, tiredness evident in his voice.

“Just calling to check in with you,” you said.

“I’m fine.” He replied shortly.

“Try again," you countered. He didn’t say anything for a couple of minutes and you waited out the silence.

“Okay, I’m not fine,” he said sighing. “I haven’t been able to sleep or eat much really.”

“Did you have dinner?” You questioned and he shook his head.

“I don’t have an appetite. I don’t want to talk about Brazil. Can you just talk to me about your week?”

You nodded and started to fill him in on everything that happened the past week and getting to catch up with Pietra. While you were talking, you put in an UberEats order to his place after getting his address from Max. He listened intently to you, making more comments as time went on, and you were happy to be a distraction.

“Are you coming to Vegas?” He asked and you shook your head.

“No, I’ll be at Qatar though.”

“Okay,” he said pouting. You could hear his doorbell ring in the background and he excused himself for a minute. When he came back, there was an unrecognizable look on his face as he picked the phone back up. “Did you order me food?”

“Mm-hmm,” you hummed, scrolling through social media on your phone. “You need to eat.”

“What’s next, going to stick Carlos on me to drag me out of my place?” He asked and you looked over at him.

“That’s not a bad idea,” you said and he groaned.

“I wish you were here,” he said quietly and you gave him a sad smile.

“Me too.”

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Qatar was very exciting for Ferrari, but your own celebrating was dulled because of what happened during Lando’s race. You followed Rebecca to your brother’s driver's room when he got back, and he was in mostly good spirits, but Carlos was usually positive about everything.

When the three of you were finally heading out, you ran into Oscar who was looking for Carlos. The two men talked quietly, and you were only able to pick up bits and pieces.

“…he won’t talk to anyone…could you try?”

“yeah…what hotel room is he in?”

Oscar said goodbye and you looked quizzically at Carlos.

“What’s wrong?”

“Lando is just being hard on himself as usual,” he replied casually but you could tell that it was worse than normal. The car ride to the hotel was silent, as your brother was worried about his friend. Once you go there, you started to head to your own room, but Carlos stopped you.

“Why don’t you just come with me?” He asked and you nodded, following him to the elevator.

Carlos knocked on Lando’s door, and you stood out of the way while trying to assess the situation.

“Hey man, I just wanted to check on you,” Carlos said.

“You didn’t need to, I’m fine,” Lando replied but the tremble in his voice told you otherwise. Carlos stepped to the side, and the second Lando saw you, his face crumpled.

“Oh Lan,” you murmured, closing the gap between you and wrapping your arms around him. He buried his head into your neck, letting out small sobs and you felt your heart breaking.

“It’s all my fault,” he cried and you rubbed his back soothingly.

“It’s not your fault Lan,” you whispered. “It was just unlucky. The season isn’t over.”

“It feels like it is,” he said, holding on to you tightly. Carlos mouthed that he was going to go and you nodded a goodbye before gently guiding Lando back into his hotel room, closing the door behind you. He reluctantly let go of you, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. You took in his disheveled appearance - he was still in his race suit, hair messy, and eyes red-rimmed from crying.

"Let's get you cleaned up, okay?" you said softly. Lando nodded, letting you lead him to the bathroom. You turned on the shower and helped him out of his race suit. Under normal circumstances, this level of intimacy might have felt awkward, but right now your only concern was taking care of him.

"I'll be right outside if you need anything," you told him. He gave you a small, grateful smile before stepping into the shower.

While Lando showered, you busied yourself tidying up the room and ordering room service. You knew he probably hadn't eaten anything, he clearly has gone straight from the debrief to here.

His phone rang, and you peeked to see that Max was calling. You answered, feeling like Lando wouldn’t mind.

“Hey Max, it’s y/n,” you greeted.

“Hey, how is he?” Max asked, concern lacing his voice.

“Not great but getting better,” you told him. “I just ordered room service and he’s getting cleaned up.”

“Good, try and get him to join me on Tarkov when he’s done, I think it might help,” he said.

“I can do that,” you replied.

“Thanks for being there y/n, you mean a lot to him,” Max said softly.

“Of course, I’ll talk to you later.”

It didn’t take much convincing to get Lando to join the stream, though he kept his camera off, which you appreciated. You sat on his bed behind him, reading a book you had gone to get from your own room. Every once in a while,e he would turn to look at you, a small smile gracing his face.

When it hit midnight you were dead tired and started to gather your things to leave.

“Can you stay?” Lando asked quietly.

You hesitated for a moment, your heart racing at his request. "Are you sure?" you asked softly.

Lando nodded, his eyes pleading. "Please. I just... I don't want to be alone right now."

You set your bag back down and gave him a small smile. "Okay, I'll stay."

Relief washed over his face as he turned back to his game. You settled back onto the bed, trying to get comfortable. After a while, Lando finally logged off and joined you on the bed, lying down next to you but keeping a respectful distance.

"Thank you," he murmured into the darkness. "For everything today."

You rolled onto your side to face him. "That's what friends are for, Lan."

He was quiet for a moment before speaking again. "Is that what we are? Just friends?"

Your breath caught in your throat at the question and his eyes bored into yours.

“I don’t know,” you answered honestly. “Are we?”

“I’d be insane to not want more with you,” he admitted.

Your heart raced at Lando's admission. You reached out tentatively, gently cupping his cheek with your hand. "Lando, I..."

He leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. When he opened them again, they were filled with hope and vulnerability, making your chest tighten.

"I want more too," you whispered. "But I'm scared. This could complicate so many things - your friendship with Carlos, my relationship with my brother, your career..."

Lando nodded, understanding in his eyes. "I know. Trust me, I've thought about all of that. But y/n, being with you... it would be worth it. You're worth it."

He inched closer to you on the bed, your faces now just inches apart. "We could take it slow," he suggested. "Figure things out together. I need you by my side.”

Instead of answering with words, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. The kiss was soft and tender at first, but soon grew more passionate as the two of you gave in to your feelings for each other.

“You have to tell Carlos though,” you said as you pulled back and Lando rested his forehead against yours groaning.

“You’re lucky I’ve been waiting for this,” he said pouting, pulling you into his chest. You enjoyed the peacefulness of the rest of the night before the inevitable chaos would occur the next day.

[enwoso]

Hey, I have a request, you can write it for Lessi.

Well, she and Yn are together but no one knows about, only their families and Less's teammates. Yn is a reporter.

So when, for example England won the world cup, they were over the moon and Yn has to interview her, so when they were talking and almost the interview was over, Less was like fuck it, and kiss Yn, so obviously everyone was watching them.( Like Iker Casillas and her wife, I don't know if you know about it) and after that, you can write whatever you want, like Less's teammates teasing her, or Yn teasing her girlfriend.

SECRET OF US | alessia russo x reader

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the stadium was electric, england had just won the euros — again. they were back to back winners. the roars of the crowd echoed across the pitch.

alessia stood in the middle of the pitch, an england flag wrapped around her shoulders, taking it all in as her heart raced, her body drenched in sweat and pure adrenaline.

her neck feeling heavy with the weight of the gold medal around her neck but nothing could compare to the pride which was swelling in her chest.

the blondes teammates celebrated around her, hugs and laughter flowing freely, but alessia's eyes were scanning the sidelines until they found what they were looking for — you, standing poised with a microphone.

you were broadcasting live, for sky sports. you out the corner of your eyes caught your girlfriend's gaze giving her a subtle smile, but it was one that spoke volumes.

no one knew about your relationship with the blonde — at least not publicly. your families knew, of course, as well as alessia's teammates both club and country as they had both made it their mission to tease alessia mercilessly in private.

but away from that tight circle, your relationship was a well guarded secret. you both had agreed on keeping things private, not wanting your growing career in sports journalism to be overshadowed by being 'alessia russo's girlfriend' that and it was nice not having outsiders opinions on your relationship.

but tonight as you waved your girlfriend over for a post match interview, alessia felt something shift inside of her.

she wasn't just proud of herself or the team; she was proud of you too. proud of the way you had supported her every step of the way.

you voice was warm and steady as you introduced alessia to the live audience. "i'm here with alessia russo - now two time european champion." you paused with a grin, "alessia first of all congratulations! how does it feel to know you've made history tonight, again!"

as alessia listened to your words spoken so softly but with such reason as her heart skipped at the sight of you so close — your cheeks slightly flushed and your bright eyes as well as the way you would unconsciously twist the cord of microphone in your hand.

unable to resist, alessia brushed her hand against yours as she took her place in front of the camera. you sending her a quick but knowing look as she maintained her composure.

"it's unbelievable," alessia smiled, her voice slightly hoarse from all of the shouting and cheering she'd done in the past hour. "honestly i don't even have the words for it right now. this is everything we've worked for, everything we've dreamed of — it's surreal"

you nodded, your professionalism impeccable even as your eyes softened filled with love, "and what about the team? what is the secret to the lionesses success?"

a chuckle fell from alessia's lips as she reached up to adjust the medal around her neck, "this team is special and we've got the best players, the best staff and most importantly the best bond. we really are a family"

as you asked the next question, alessia's attention dropped for a moment to the hand which you had resting at your side, fingers lightly tapping against your leg.

alessia's mind trailed to thinking how many times she had held that hand through so many highs and lows, felt its comforting squeeze before each big game and now she wanted nothing more than to reach out for it again.

the interview continued for another minute or two, you asking insightful questions that everyone in the public wanted to know — alessia answering with a mix of humility and joy.

but as the interview began to wrap up, alessia felt a sudden overwhelming urge to share a moment — not just with you, but with the world.

you asked your final question, "so what's next for you, alessia? a celebration with the team, i assume?"

alessia's grin turned mischievous as your brow furrowed slightly, you'd seen that grin once or twice before. "oh there'll definitely be a celebration, but first-"

and without thinking — or maybe too much thinking — alessia stepped forward and cupped your face, kissing you.

the roar of the crowd doubled, the interview having been being shown on the big screens around the stadium. cheers and gasps filled the air as you froze for a split second, your microphone slipping slightly in your hand.

but you then melted into the kiss, your free hand reaching up and resting gently on your girls' waist.

alessia pulled back just enough to rest her forehead against yours, her thumb brushing against your cheek as you both caught your breath.

your cheeks were flaming but the sparkle in your eyes was a mixture of love and disbelief. "lessi," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the noise of the crowd.

alessia turning towards the camera, shrugging her shoulders with a cheeky look on her face, "guess the secret of us is out now"

the feed cut back to the studio, but the damage, or rather the magic, was already done.

every social media exploded within minutes, clips of the kiss flooding every platform and news article, side by side with captions like: 'russo pulls a casillas!' and 'new power couple on the block!'

the two of you began to walk down the tunnel most of the team already back in there as you both walked along hand in hand, alessia relucantly letting go of your hand as she sneaked another kiss in before going into the locker room. you walking off to attend to other media duties.

as alessia walked into the locker room, still slightly breathless from the kiss, and the other ones she snuck in from being on the sideline to being metres away from the locker room door. the teasing from her teammates started immediately.

"about time!" ella hollered, throwing a towel at alessia's head. "thought you were gonna keep us sworn to secrecy forever"

alessia taking a seat where her things were, taking a sip of the drink which had been left in her cubby, chloe smirking holding up her phone to alessia, "you've gone viral, less. the internet is having a field day!"

others joined in on the teasing as they watched alessia squirm it setting in on what she'd actually done, on live national tv...

leah grinned from her spot in the locker room, "you've really pulled an iker casillas, less! full on national tv smooch"

that got some giggles going from the team as they began to imitate kissing noises earning nothing but a groan from alessia as she buried her face in her hands.

but the smile tugging at her lips easily betrayed her, "i never planned for it to happen- it just happened" she shrugged.

her teammates exchanged knowing looks before bursting into laughter, their teasing giving way to genuine smiles.

you eventually found alessia back in the hotel lobbey, scrolling through her phone with a bemused look on her face. you didn't say anything at first, instead just quietly slipped yourself to sit on her lap, placing your head on top of hers.

alessia immediately reaching for your hand as she treated your fingers together

"so," you smiled after a moment, your voice was soft but teasing, "that's one way to make our relationship public!"

alessia moved slightly so that you were now facing each other as she placed a kiss to your cheek, "i couldn't help it. you- you just looked so.. perfect. and i wanted everyone to know"

your expression softened, though your lips twitched with amusement, "your lucky i love you, lessi. otherwise i'd be very mad about the fact i've got ten producers texting me about an 'official statement'"

alessia winced, "too much?"

you laughed, tucking a bit of her loose hair behind her ear as you hand moved down to rest on alessia's chest, right over her heart. "maybe a little. but i don't mind. it's kind of romantic.. in a chaotic sort of way"

"chaotic? me?" alessia teased, feigning offended as she pecked at your lips.

you rolled your eyes but you couldn't help the smile that appeared on your lips, "you know this means we are never going hear the end of it right? the girls are going to milk this for years to come and i'm never doing another interview without the topic being brought up"

alessia shrugged, her other arm slipping around your waist as she played with the hem of your shirt, "let them talk. as long as i've got you then none of that matters"

you expression softened further as her words which were laced with just pure love, your voice barely above a whisper, "you've always had me"

alessia smiled lovingly as she leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow but tender kiss. a one that spoke a millions words and showed just how in love and infatuated with one another.

as you broke apart, alessia rested her forehead against yours, her hand cupping the back of your neck.

"and i always will," alessia murmured.

for the first time that night, the chaos of the day melted away, leaving just the two of them—inseparable, unshaken, and utterly in love.

[bluem1lls]

HAIII :3 are u able to do a fic where the reader saves se-mi in the lights out and gets badly injured herself and almost died (BUT SHE LIVESSS)

✧₊⁺ we leave together

se-mi x fem!reader

✦ synopsis: you knew a big fight was coming in between the x and circles. now all you want to do is find your girlfriend, but when you find her, about to be murdered, would you put your own life at risk to save her?

content: blood, nam-gyu dies here (oopsie), r! gets injured, se-mi gets injured too but shes alive!, fluff and blood basically

authors note: hii tysm for your request! i hope you like it!

"you see!" i screamed to min-su. "if she would've been smart, she'd be here with us" i said dragging him, looking for a place to hide. our breathing feeling heavy. "but no! she had to be cocky. i can take care of myself! blah blah" i said mocking her and pissed at the same time. fucking se-mi. she has me sick worried.

we knew there was gonna be a big war between circles and x, of course we knew. and what was the last thing i said to se-mi? this isn't over. don't you dare put yourself in danger. vote the circle and when the time actually comes, we both vote for x and we all leave.

but of course she is so stubborn she had to vote for x.

so while nam-gyu was trying to convince us all to follow him and thanos with their little "vote circle" campaing, i decided to go along with them for a little more. this people are stupid. it was just going to be a 'use them for one more day and then we're out'.

so when i voted circle, the hug nam-gyu gave me wasn't a surprise. but when min-su and se-mi voted for x, i knew by the look on nam-gyu and thanos face's that my girlfriend and min-su were in big trouble.

a few hours later, i lost se-mi out of sight but i reunited with min-su, who told me se-mi shouldn't be that far away.

as we kept looking for her, i told him to go to the tallest bed and look for her on top, maybe with a bigger view, we'd find her.

please. let me find her safe.

please.

i couldn't even see shit, the lights going on and off, people screaming and running one side to another, all i could hear were shoutings for help and spot some who i recognized, filled with bloody hands.

i got close to a corner and saw mi-su layed on top of the bed, trying to find se-mi.

"did you find her yet?" i shouted to him, looking all around.

he stared at me blankly.

"what the fuck are you thinking so much? have you or have you not seen her?" i said, already becoming desesperate. where the fuck was she?

shaking his head and with a look filled with fear, he told me he didnt.

"c-c-come here. upstairs. please." he begs me.

what the fuck? i looked at him, already becoming pissed with his coward behaviour.

"i'm gonna keep looking for her. thank's for your help.. i guess"

i turned around and just as i was getting to one of the steps to go further up and see if she was hidden in any of the bed placements, i heard a scream. min-su stares at me with fear and tries to reach for me.

i look at him in shock. he did find her. so why isn't he telling me where she is?

"are you kidding me min-su? where is she?" i scream at him as he stares at the floor undearneath him.

he's such a coward. i run as fast as i can while i hear him screaming to me. "please don't go, its dangerous. i-i-cant loose you bo-both." he says, his voice laced with desesperation.

fucking coward. but neither of us is dying tonight.

i ran around the bed, following her screams. i watch her struggle agains't nam-gyu. she's cornered against a wall and neither of them see me arrive. she moans in pain as i look at her bleeding shoulder.

i position myself behind nam-gyu, as se-mi sees me. her panicked face makes nam-gyu turn around, just when min-su drops a glass bottle that shatters in front of him.

i swear this guy is useless.

nam-gyu sees me and starts coming towards me.

"this is not your fight. im giving you a chance to get away" he grabs me from my shirt and pulls me close to him.

i chuckle, looking at him with hatred.

"you're hurting her. of course this is my fight. you don't get to touch her" i said, lifting my leg, kicking him in the nuts.

he falls to the ground as i scream se-mi to run. she gets out, rolling from one of the bed sides and as im turning to leave quickly with her, i feel a hand wrapped around my ankle that grabs me, making me fall to the floor, hitting my chin.

"you're a fucking dick" i shout as he gets on top of me.

i can hear se-mi screaming for me as she thought i was following her.

"you know what? i always thought you were so hot" nam-gyu says, his breath so close to my face that makes me wanna throw up. i feel a sharp pain on my side. l stare to find a big shard of glass, close to my hip.

motherfucker stabbed me.

i moan in pain as he smiles.

"get off her, piece of trash" se-mi says, grabbing and trying to get him off me. he yanks her hair and throws her on the floor besides me.

he grabs a fork and tries to stab her in the chest, but she moves and it hits her arm. she screams in pain and as i get up to grab him from behind, he removes the fork from her arm and stabs me with it on my cheek, making me let out a sharp scream from the pain.

if i get out of here. i'll kill him. i promise i will.

we're both on the floor injured as he stays on his feet between us. the fucker is stronger than us.

"let her fucking go, nam-gyu. you're pissed and i get it but just take it out on me" i said trying for him to look at me as his eyes are on se-mi, ready to kill her.

he gets close to me and kicks my stomach, making me cry. at the same time, he throws a harder kick to se-mi, who bends to grab her stomach.

he grabs a fist of her hair pulling her closer, an inch away from his face. se-mi's expression filled with pain.

"she's right. i am pissed. but do you know what's best than stabbing you to death?" he says grabbing her neck, leaving her almost without air as she tries to get him off. "stabbing your little girlfriend to death and making you watch"

he throws se-mi on the floor, making her hit her head.

he grabs a fist full of my hair and smashes my head against the ground one, two and three times.

i don't even need to touch to feel the blood that stains the floor.

he grabs the nearest thing to him, which is a big shard of glass and stabs me on the leg, on my stomach and on my chest. i can feel myself almost passing out from pain.

i'm slowly letting myself go as i can't even deal with the sharp wounds. from the corner, i see se-mi standing up to throw herself to nam-gyu. grabbing his hair, making him throw his head back and stabbing him on the neck with the fork he had.

she stabs him once, removes him from on top of me and keeps stabbing him until she's covered in his blood.

"you. dont. get. to. touch. her" she screams, stabbing him again and again, a pool of blood begins to form around nam-gyu lifeless corpse.

i try to cover my bleeding wounds. with a weak voice, i call her. a soft mumble leaves my mouth. "se-mi..pl-please" that she, somehow, hears in the middle of all the shoutings.

she stares at him, checking that he's really dead.

se-mi stands up and comes close to me, her stare now filled with guilt and fear as she watches my bleeding wounds. she kneels besides me, her hands on my chest and stomach, where the bigger stabs are.

"hey, you're gonna be okay" she says, her voice trembling. "you dont get to leave me here alone, we get out of here together. you t-t-old me that okay? together." i can feel a few of her tears land into my face as i get colder.

"we need help. p-please someone!" she shouts.

i see a few people hiding on the bed close to us. one of them getting out and coming towards us. i recognize him as dae-ho.

he's quick to grab a blanket, break a piece of the fabric and bring some water to clean my wounds, pressing to stop the bleeding.

"one time my sister suffered a big injure and i was in charge. i learned about this. you're gonna be okay. i promise" he says, softly moving se-mi aside to make space as he also calls a lady who used to be a nurse. both ready to cure my wounds with what they had on hand.

i can see the lights turning on, followed by shouting, probably the guards came in to stop this.

i place myself on my elbows, staring at se-mi.

she's covered in blood, her shoulder keeps bleeding and i can see in her stare she's still filled with fear. she bends besides me, cupping my face on her hands.

"i can't lose you" she says, placing a soft kiss, almost a peck, on my lips.

"you're not losing me." i say with a weak voice, replying to her kiss. "i can't leave you alone. what if you get out of here and move on? i'd have to haunt you and your new girlfriend and that's no fun" i say with a smile as she chuckles and kisses me again.

"i was so scared. almost dying was.. fucked. but you dying on my arms? i c-cant even t-think about that-" she spoke, closing her eyes as her mind kept repeating the image of me on the ground, filled with blood.

"you don't have to think about that anymore. i'm okay and i'm with you" i said, caressing her hands as she nods and places a kiss on my cheek.

she stares at me, a look filled with love. she presses a kiss on my forehead.

"we leave this place together. i promise".

[ipushhimback]

we were drunk, it happens part 1 - part 2

pairing: lando norris x verstappen!reader warnings: none? words: 2200

summary: lando and Y/N meet at a dinner with other drivers. they were drunk and landed in bed but what when her brother max finds out

there will probably be a part 2 bc i have many ideas!

this is my first f1 x reader fanfic i have ever written so please be kind

Y/N has never really liked Formula 1 which surprised everyone she told that as she was no one other than Max Verstappen’s little sister. She of course knew the basics and has watched some of the Grands Prix, but she has never enjoyed being there.

But one Friday evening that changed. Her brother had told her that he had been invited to a dinner with some other drivers, and they were allowed to bring a +1 and because Kelly wasn’t in Monaco that week, he asked Y/N to come with him.

At first, she was reluctant but eventually she agreed. But now she was standing in front of her mirror and wasn’t sure what to wear. What clothes do people wear when they are at a dinner with literal multimillionaires? An hour (and a long call with Kelly) later she was dressed in a simple black dress with a split on the right side, her curled hair falling over her shoulders perfectly.

She felt a bit weird as she stepped down the stairs to her kitchen where she drank a glass of water while waiting for her brother to pick her up, as she had a feeling that she would be absolutely underdressed at the dinner.

Only a few minutes later she heard the doorbell and opened the door to find Max standing in front of her in dark blue jeans and a white button-up shirt.

“Hey, are you ready?”, he asked as he pulled her in a quick hug.

“No. Not really but let’s go. How many people are gonna be at the dinner?” Y/N was a bit worried as she hated to be around too many people – rich and arrogant people in particular as she had experienced that enough when she was still a kid, and her dad had always invited other rich people to their home.

“I only know that Charles will be there, and he will probably bring his girlfriend, Alex. I am sure you’ll like her. Also, Lando is probably going to be there as well as Carlos and his girlfriend Rebecca. George is also going to be there and that means his girlfriend will be there as well, Carmen. And probably the other drivers will be there as well, but I am not sure because George has planned it all.” Max paused to look at his little sister. “If you feel uncomfortable at any point we can just go. But I am sure you will get along just fine with everyone.”

Y/N just nodded as she sat down in the passenger seat of Max’ car. An Audi RS Q3 he always said was perfect for everyday tasks but Y/N knew he mostly had that car so he could easily drive around with his whole family. Kelly, Penelope and their future baby. Even though nobody knew about the pregnancy yet, not even their parents as Max and Kelly wanted to keep that to themselves for as long as possible.

Only a few minutes later they arrived at a nice and expensive looking restaurant where they stopped in the parking lot.

They stepped in the building where they were greeted by a waitress almost immediately. He brought them to a separated room where some people were already sitting around a big table.

“Hi guys. This is Y/N, my sister. She was kind enough to join me today. Y/N, you already know Charles, Carlos, Lando and Oscar? And there is the back we have Lewis, Checo, Yuki, Pierre, Fernando and Franco”, Max introduced her while his sister tried to continue smiling even though she just wants to be at home and watch on of her favorite tv shows.

“Yes, I do. It is really nice to meet y’all. Where can I sit?”, she asked as she didn’t want to be standing there being stared at by everyone.

A young woman pointed to the chair right next to hers and opposite three other women, who looked just as good. “You can sit here. I am Lily by the way. Oscar’s girlfriend. And that’s Alex, Charles’ girlfriend and Rebecca. She is Carlos’ girlfriend. And there we have Carmen who is here with George. So, you are Max’ sister?”

Y/N was a bit taken aback by the kindness of Lily. She didn’t think that anyone of the WAGs would be like that. She thought they would be more arrogant. More… reserved. Like she used to know them. But Lily and also the others seemed different.

“Uhm… Yeah, I am. He brought me here because Kelly’s abroad.” Y/N took a sip of the glass of water that was placed in front of her by one of the waitresses.

“Oh, that’s sad I was looking forward to finally meeting her, but it is nice that you are here! Max talks about you a lot. It feels like he loves you more than he loves Kelly”, Alex said laughing.

“That’s because he does,” Y/N said and was scared that the others wouldn’t get her little joke when they didn’t react but sighed relived when they started laughing.

They continued chatting a bit, but Y/N just had eyes for one person in the room. Lando. She had seen him before. Of course. But now that she saw him up closer, she couldn’t help but admire his looks. His curls were a nice brown color and couldn’t curl more. His eyes were a pretty blue that looked even better with him wearing this blue hoodie right now.

When Lando looked in her direction, she immediately looked away and grabbed her wine glass. No feelings for arrogant multimillionaires. She didn’t want, nor did she need that in her life.

 ***

The next morning Y/N woke up with the worst headache existing.

She opened her eyes and regretted it right away when the bright sunlight blended her.

She definitely made a big mistake drinking so much alcohol the day before.

It wasn’t until then that she noticed something warm next to her. A body. Not anyone’s body, she realized when she looked to the right. Lando.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. This can’t be real.

But no. This wasn’t a dream, she quickly noticed when she wanted to get up and couldn’t find her clothes from the day before.

She got up and went to her closet in the exact moment she heard the doorbell ring. Now she remembered why she even woke up in the first place.

Y/N took a hoodie and sweatpants which she put on quickly before going downstairs to open the door.

“Hey! Wow, you look even worse than yesterday when you left”, Max said, only a second after Y/N had opened the door.

“Thanks”, she groaned. “What are you even doing here so early?”

“It is 1 pm. And I wanted to give you your purse. You forgot it in the car yesterday. Now, are you gonna offer your big brother a coffee as a thank you?”, Max asked and before Y/N could stop him he pushed her to the side and went straight to her kitchen.

“That’s not a good idea. I wanted to take a shower and then I have an appointment at- “, she couldn’t even finish the sentence when she heard her bedroom door open and heard footsteps on the stairs.

Only seconds later, Lando stepped in the kitchen, his hair tousled and only wearing his boxer briefs.

“Hey, Y/N do you- “, he immediately stopped when he spotted Max leaning on the counter. “Oh fuck.”

He immediately turned around and ran upstairs, figuring out that the following conversation shouldn’t happen with him just in his underwear.  

“Lando! You fucking bastard. You slept with my sister?!” Max pushed himself off the counter to run after the Brit while Y/N just stood there, unable to react. And honestly, she didn’t even want to react. If she had the choice she would just go outside and hide somewhere to not be involved in the situation, but she knew that wouldn’t really work longer than a couple hours, so she could also just get it over with now.

“Max! Stop! Let Lando at least get dressed so he doesn’t have to talk to you about all that in just his underwear.”

“He fucking slept with you! I don’t care if he is wearing anything! Lando let me in you can’t lock yourself in the bedroom forever!”

Knowing she can’t convince Max to go downstairs she made her way upstairs.

“Max. Go downstairs and calm down. We were drunk. I also made the decision yesterday to sleep with him. So go downstairs, while Lando gets dressed, make a cup of coffee and wait.” Y/N glared at her brother, and it finally seemed to convince him.

“Fine. But you will both come to me immediately after he got dressed.” Reluctantly, the Dutch made his way to do what Y/N told him to do.

When Max was gone Y/N knocked at the wooden door.

“Lando. It’s me. Let me in.” Only a moment later, the Brit opened the door and peeked outside.

“Is he gone?”, he practically whispered.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at how scared he looked. “Yes, he is. Now let me in because we have to talk about what we say to make sure Max doesn’t insult you even more.”

“How about we don’t say anything and just hide in here? I am scared of him, Y/N. I can’t go out there again. He will kill me because I slept with you! His little sister!”

“Lando. You know we can’t do that. We will go out there and tell him that we were drunk, and it won’t happen again. It was a one-time thing, and that’s- “, Y/N wanted to say more but was interrupted by Lando.

“What if it wasn’t.” The woman just stared at Lando for a couple seconds, suddenly frozen in place.

“Sorry?”

“What if- what if I want to do it again? Listen. We had fun together, didn’t we? So why don’t we continue with it? No feelings, of course. Max would kill us. Just fun.”

Y/N took her time to proceed what Lando had just said. They did, in fact, have fun. But it didn’t change the fact that it was stupid. But she couldn’t help it. She did like last night. It was one of the best nights of her life.

Lando had known exactly what to do. He touched her in all the right places, he was demanding yet gentle. Rough but soft. It was everything. It was almost intoxicating how he touched her – made her feel seen. Something she hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Yes. Yes, you’re right. But then, what do we tell my brother?”

“Either the truth or we lie and say it won’t happen again. He doesn’t necessarily have to find out, does he? I am for the second option. Less of a risk to be killed, you know? But I think we should just see where the conversation takes us.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh again.

“Ok”, she nodded. “Then let’s do that.”

Together they went downstairs. Max’ face was as red as a tomato since he was still mad at Lando. If he was being honest with himself, he knew that Lando wasn’t the only guilty one. His sister also decided to sleep with Lando, but it was easier to be mad at a colleague – even – than his little, innocent (or so he had thought) sister.

“So. Anyone here who wants to explain what happened yesterday?”, Max asked with an annoyed, maybe even hurt, look on his face.

“Max. I promise nothing bad has happened. Lando and I, we were drunk. It happens. I am 22 years old. I am pretty sure you know that what happened yesterday, has happened before. Just with other people. So, please. Don’t be mad at Lando for what happened. It was my decision as much as it was his.”

Y/N felt Lando standing next to her. He looked at Max calmly, trying to deescalate a potential argument, by just not saying anything. The Brit knew it was the smartest thing he could do in the moment.

“I know that it is normal what happened. But, Y/N, you also have to understand my point of view. He is a colleague. A rival of mine. And to be honest, he is not known for being the guy for long term relationships. I simply don’t want you to get hurt. And definitely not that you will have a broken heart because of him.” Max looked seriously concerned, protective.

“I won’t, Max. I promise. And even if he did break my heart, I would tell you right away so you can kill him on your own as soon as possible.”

The blonde man laughs while nodding. He stepped forward and wrapped Y/N up in his arms.

“Ok. I just want you to be happy. Do whatever you want just don’t tell me about it”, he mumbles in his sister’s hair before releasing her from his hug and turning around.

“I will go now. See you. Bye!”

Lando and Y/N flopped on the couch after saying their goodbyes and just a single minute later, Lando’s phone made a sound that signaled an incoming message.

If you hurt her, you are dead, just so you know. – Max

[suunani]

perfect night ( vernon chwe )

▍ just a perfect night with your boyfriend.

content : 1050 words, male reader, boyfriend!vernon, fluff fluff and fluff, they are two cuties, requested here!

the sound of the door opening caught your attention as you sat on the couch, scrolling aimlessly on your phone.

vernon stepped inside, juggling two grocery bags in one hand while trying to close the door behind him. he looked slightly disheveled, his hoodie a little wrinkled and his hair falling messily into his eyes.

“i might’ve gone overboard,” he admitted sheepishly, setting the bags on the kitchen counter. “you said we needed snacks, but… i got carried away.”

you pushed yourself up from the couch and walked over, eyeing the bags suspiciously.

“how much did you buy?”

“enough,” he said, pulling out a bag of chips, a can of soup, some instant noodles, and — was that a random avocado?

you burst out laughing. “an avocado? are we making guac to go with the ramen?”

vernon grinned, rubbing the back of his neck. “it felt right at the time. don’t question my creative process.”

“your creative process is chaotic.” you shook your head, but your teasing tone softened as you reached out to ruffle his hair. “but i still love you. even when you’re ridiculous.”

he leaned into your touch for a moment before suddenly stepping forward and wrapping his arms around you in a loose hug. his chin rested on your shoulder, and he let out a quiet sigh.

“it’s been a long day,” he murmured.

you hugged him back tightly, your hands resting on the small of his back. “i can tell. you okay?”

“better now,” he said softly, pulling back just enough to press a quick kiss to your cheek. “let’s put this stuff away.”

together, the two of you emptied the bags.

you took charge of organizing the pantry while vernon put away the drinks and snacks, though he got distracted halfway through and started munching on a bag of gummy bears.

“are you serious right now?” you asked, turning to see him leaning against the counter, popping a gummy bear into his mouth.

“what?” he said holding the bag out to you. “want one?”

“you’re really impossible,” but you took one anyway, shaking your head fondly.

after everything was put away (you ended up organizing the last few items while vernon hovered near the fridge), he grabbed a packet of instant noodles and held it up triumphantly.

“let’s cook,” he said.

“with noodles?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“trust me, we’ll make it fancy,” he said with a mischievous grin.

he was already pulling out random ingredients: eggs, a leftover slice of chicken, and some green onions.

you sighed but couldn’t help smiling. “fine, but i’m in charge of the egg. last time you tried, it was very… questionable.”

vernon pouted dramatically. “it wasn’t that bad!”

“it was a crime against eggs.”

he laughed, stepping closer to wrap his arms around your waist from behind. his chin rested on your shoulder again as he swayed slightly, making you chuckle.

“you’re lucky you’re cute,” you teased, glancing back at him.

“and don’t you forget it,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before letting go.

cooking together was predictably chaotic.

vernon took charge of boiling the noodles but got distracted singing along to the playlist you’d put on, leaving you to rescue the pot before it boiled over.

meanwhile, you expertly cracked the egg into the pan, side-eyeing vernon as he pretended not to notice.

“i told you i had this,” you said smugly, holding up the perfectly cooked egg.

“show-off,” he muttered, though his smile gave him away.

when everything was done, the two of you sat on the couch with your bowls, sharing a single blanket.

vernon’s legs were draped over yours, and he leaned into your side, occasionally stealing bites from your bowl despite having his own.

“you have your own food,” you said, swatting at his hand.

“yours tastes better,” he replied, grinning.

after finishing the noodles, you both lay back, scrolling through netflix to find something to watch.

vernon rested his head on your shoulder, and you absentmindedly played with his hair, twirling the soft strands around your fingers.

“do you think we’d survive a cooking show?” he asked suddenly.

“with your noodle-boiling skills?” you teased. “not a single chance.”

he gasped, mock-offended, before turning to press a playful kiss to your jaw.

“fine, no cooking shows. we’ll just stick to eating snacks and judging other people’s food.”

“way better,” you said, smiling.

as the night went on, you ended up tangled together on the couch, vernon practically lying on top of you as the movie played in the background.

he turned his face toward yours, resting his chin on your chest.

“you’re really comfortable,” he said softly.

you smiled down at him. “glad to be of service.”

he shifted up slightly, closing the gap between you to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

it was slow and unhurried, his hand resting lightly on your jaw. when he pulled back, his cheeks were pink, though he tried to play it cool.

“what was that for?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“nothing,” he said, grinning as he settled back against your chest. “just felt like it.”

later, when it was finally time for bed, vernon wrapped his arms around your waist as you brushed your teeth, resting his chin on your shoulder again.

“you’re really clingy tonight,” you teased, spitting out toothpaste.

“maybe,” he said, his voice muffled. “is that a problem?”

“never.”

he smiled and pressed a kiss to your neck before letting go, heading to the bedroom while you finished up. when you joined him, he was already under the covers, his arms open in invitation.

you slid in beside him, and he immediately pulled you close, his head resting against your chest. his hand found yours under the blanket, lacing your fingers together.

“thanks for tonight,” he murmured, his voice soft and sleepy.

“you don’t have to thank me,” you replied, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “i just like being with you.”

he hummed in agreement, already halfway to sleep. you held him close, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing as the room fell quiet.

yes, it was a perfect night.

[jenosbliss]

Hellooo!! Can I request a fic where the mc is being cheated on by another member and when she finds out she turns into a mess (the sad one, not the one that parties and things like that) until she randomly meets jisung (like at the park or the convenience store) and she starts to heal with his help and they end up in a relationship

— he healed something he didn’t break

pairing. fem!reader x jisung (ft. sion) | genre. angst, fluff | wc. 1.3k | warnings. mentions of infidelity and depression

a/n:: hey anon! i loved your request, the way you asked for the reader’s emotional state… i relate to it sm. and i hope sion as your ex is okay? bcs i just can’t imagine any dreamie there :(

It didn’t break you all at once.

When you discovered the truth about Sion—his betrayal, the lies he so effortlessly told—it felt more like a slow unraveling than a sudden crash. At first, there was disbelief. You stared at the picture on your phone, the image of him with someone else, their bodies too close, their smiles too intimate. You’d convinced yourself there had to be an explanation.

But when you confronted him, the betrayal solidified into something colder, sharper. His excuses were pathetic at best: “It’s not like we were serious-serious.” “You’re overreacting.” “Maybe we weren’t working out anyway.”

His words played on repeat in your head, each one a hammer blow to your self-worth.

We weren’t working out anyway? He hadn’t even given you the chance to know there was a problem. You’d been investing your time, your energy, your love—only to find that he’d been giving his to someone else.

In the days that followed, you fell into a dark haze of heartbreak. The lively, hopeful version of you seemed to vanish. You stopped answering calls from friends, retreating into your small apartment, leaving texts unread and the world outside your door ignored.

Self-doubt crept in like an unwanted guest, whispering cruel questions. Was I not enough? Was it something I did? Did I deserve this? Every memory you’d shared with Sion felt tainted, every happy moment now twisted into something painful.

You barely ate. Barely slept. Your reflection in the mirror became unfamiliar—eyes dull, shoulders slumped, the energy you once carried replaced by a weariness you couldn’t shake.

The convenience store was your only escape.

You went there late at night when the world was quiet, hoping to avoid seeing anyone who might recognize you. The bright, sterile lights and rows of snacks were strangely comforting in their mundanity.

It was during one of those visits that you met him.

You were staring blankly at a shelf of instant noodles when someone accidentally bumped into you. The impact knocked a pack from your hand, and you barely had the energy to bend down and pick it up.

“Oh—sorry!”

The voice was warm and apologetic, and when you turned, you were met with a pair of wide, kind eyes. A boyish-looking guy crouched to retrieve the noodles, holding them out to you with a sheepish smile.

“Didn’t see you there,” he said, scratching the back of his neck.

“It’s fine,” you mumbled, avoiding his gaze as you took the packet.

The question caught you off guard, your lips parting in surprise. “What?”

“You just… look like you’re having a rough day,” he said, his voice soft but earnest. “Sorry, that was probably rude.”

You shook your head, hugging your arms around yourself. “No, it’s fine. I’m just… tired.”

He nodded, seemingly unsure whether to say more. “Well, uh… I hope it gets better,” he said finally, offering you a small, sincere smile before stepping past you.

You watched as he stepped past you, his presence lingering even after he disappeared down another aisle. For the first time in weeks, something stirred inside you—an unfamiliar warmth cutting through the numbness.

You didn’t expect to see him again.

But a few nights later, there he was, standing by the freezer section, holding two tubs of ice cream and looking impossibly indecisive.

“Hey,” he said when he noticed you, his face lighting up. “Noodles, right?”

“What?”

“Last time,” he said, grinning. “You were holding noodles. I’m terrible with names, so I gave you one based on context.”

You couldn’t help but laugh—a small, involuntary sound that felt foreign after weeks of silence. “That’s a terrible nickname.”

“Better than nothing,” he teased, setting one of the ice cream tubs back on the shelf. “I’m Jisung, by the way.”

“Y/N,” you replied, the weight in your chest lifting slightly.

“Nice to officially meet you, Y/N,” he said, offering a lopsided smile.

The convenience store became your accidental meeting place.

You’d run into Jisung every few nights, sometimes exchanging quick hellos, other times lingering to chat about nothing in particular. He had a way of making the world feel lighter, like the heaviness that followed you around could be momentarily lifted by his presence.

He never pushed, never asked more than you were willing to share. Instead, he filled the silence with stories—about his quirky neighbors, his obsession with trying every snack in the store, the stray cat that sometimes followed him home.

Slowly, you found yourself opening up.

One night, as the two of you stood by the drinks cooler, you broke the silence with a quiet confession. “I don’t understand why people cheat.”

Jisung turned to you, his expression softening.

“If they fall out of love,” you continued, your voice trembling, “why can’t they just… say it? Why fake it? Why pretend to care?”

He didn’t answer immediately, his gaze steady and thoughtful. “I don’t know,” he said finally, his voice gentle. “But it’s not your fault. Some people don’t know how to value what they have. That doesn’t mean you deserved it.”

His words settled over you like a warm blanket, soothing a wound you hadn’t realized was still raw.

As weeks turned into months, your conversations with Jisung grew longer. You started texting, too—random memes, late-night snack recommendations, and the occasional check-in when he hadn’t seen you at the store.

With him, you felt safe. He never treated you like you were broken, never made you feel like you had to rush to “move on.” Instead, he showed you that healing wasn’t linear—it was messy and slow, but it didn’t have to be lonely.

He was patient, warm, and consistent in a way that felt like a balm to your battered heart.

One evening, the two of you sat on a bench in the park, watching the sun dip below the horizon. Jisung was telling a story about a stray dog that had followed him home, his hands animated as he described the encounter.

“You’re smiling,” he said suddenly, his voice tinged with surprise. “What?”

“You’re smiling,” he repeated, his lips curving into a soft grin. “It’s nice. I’ve missed seeing that.”

Your cheeks flushed as you looked away, but his words stayed with you, a warmth blooming in your chest.

It wasn’t until another late-night walk that everything changed.

The two of you were strolling through your neighborhood, the quiet hum of crickets filling the space between your words. You’d been talking about your plans for the future, your voice lighter than it had been in months.

Jisung stopped suddenly, his gaze turning serious. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

You turned to face him, your brows knitting together. “What are you talking about?”

“I mean it,” he said, stepping closer. “You’ve been through so much, but you’re still here. Still strong. Still kind. And…” He hesitated, his voice softening. “You make me want to be better, just by being you.”

Your breath caught, your heart racing as his words hung in the air. “Jisung…”

“I know this might be too soon,” he said quickly, his voice trembling slightly. “But if there’s even a chance you might feel the same way—”

You didn’t let him finish. Closing the distance between you, you wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest.

“I do,” you whispered, your voice muffled against his shirt. “I feel the same.”

Relief flooded his expression as he pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you like they’d been meant to hold you all along.

You realized that piece by piece, Jisung had helped you put yourself back together. And for the first time in a long time, you felt whole again.

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masterlist. nct dream | nct 127 | wayv

[peachhcs]

moments on the ring 2

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

more moments on the ring camera doorbell capturing all of the precious moments (can be read as a stand alone too)

wc: 3.1k

i'm back with a second part to another one of my favorite fics that makes me really wish i had my own ring doorbell. the last part doesn't really match with the au timeline, but let's pretend it does for the sake of this fic :)

au masterlist | part one

ONE (samy's senior prom)

will nervously stepped onto the porch with his mom, gabe, drew, and aram all behind him dressed in their best suits while the other three stood by colleen watching. the hockey player had been a crazy nervous wreck all morning as he got ready in a navy blue suit that would match samy's puple dress. after spending the past few months wondering how exactly he felt for his best friend, he wondered now what this night would mean for them. obviously, samy was bringing him as a friend, but was there really something more behind that? will rang the doorbell where he eyed the camera on top, offering it a small wave hoping it didn't pick up on his shaky hand. 

colleen was behind the boys recording to get the reaction and samy's mom was recording her as she pulled the front door open. the girl stood in the entry way in her purple, floor length dress and white heels that brought her almost eye to eye with will. the blonde flushed, unable to take his eyes off of her. "woah," he mumbled. 

"hey," samy flushed too, unable to take her eyes off will too. they stared at one another like that another minute until gabe poked will's back with a small snicker to break him out of his trance. 

"y-you look..wow. pretty. these are for you," the blonde snapped from his daze and shakily showed samy her corsage. she smiled, admiring the purple and blue flowers to match what they were wearing. 

"i love it. let me get your boutonniere," the girl rushed back inside to get the plastic container while samy's friends, lauren, marcie, and riley greeted gabe, drew, and aram who were their dates for the night. will stood off to the side watching his friends greet the girls and compliment their appearance while waiting anxiously for samy to reappear. 

he swore his brain short circuited for a second when he saw the brunette all dressed up like that. it probably wasn't gonna be the last time either. luke poked his head out the door to greet the others too, smiling and dapping them up. samy came back out a moment later, smiling at will again. 

"does everyone want pictures in front of the door while we do the corsages?" ellen asked and everyone agreed. they let samy and will go first since they were already on the porch. will got the corsage out from the box and smiled when samy stuck her wrist out for him to put it on. 

ellen and colleen snapped way with their photos while the boys snickered watching the exchange knowing all too well. will just hoped samy couldn't tell his hands were shaking. the youngest hughes took his boutonniere from the box, her own hands shaking and began pinning it on the lapel of will's suit. his eyes were glued to her, loving how hard she was focusing to make sure she didn't prick either of them. sounds of ellen's camera going off faded out of their ears and it was only samy and will on that porch for a few seconds, especially when their eyes met again once samy got it pinned. 

"you look really gorgeous," the blonde mumbled, admiring the gems in parts of samy's hair, the way the curls fell perfectly down her shoulders, her dress hugging all the right places—he was so gone. 

"thank you, you look really handsome," samy complimented back, her hands brushing down his suit as a way to try and make them stop shaking. 

"okay, get together and smile big!" ellen broke them from their little bubble. will quickly wrapped his arm around samy's waist, a bit of pride flooding his chest that it was finally him holding onto her and he was her date. samy leaned into him, her one hand on his lower stomach and they smiled wide just like ellen said. 

everyone but the parents exchanged more knowing glances and they all hoped this night was lead to something very soon between their two friends. 

"okay, smile at the ring camera so jack and quinn can see too," ellen said before will and samy walked off the porch. the two turned and bent down, nervous but bright smiles on their lips as they flashed two thumbs up for the brothers not there. 

they got off the porch a second later so the next two could take their turn. 

once everyone was finished, everyone grabbed some last minute things inside before they left. samy walked out with her purse and turned to the camera again, "wish we luck guys, i'm super nervous, but moosey said it'd be fine," samy laughed mostly to ease her nerves. sometimes she liked talking at the ring like it was a vlog and her brothers and parents were the audience. 

will walked out behind her, flashing one more thumbs up for good luck before he helped samy to his car. 

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it was late when will and samy walked back up the front porch again. will was holding samy's heels for her since she took them off after an hour in because they were hurting her feet. the brunette had will's suit jacket on over her dress that he offered her before they left the venue. everyone else had already gone in before them a minute before, loud laughter and chatter passing through the camera. 

"thanks for bringing me, that was a lot of fun," will said as they stepped onto the porch. the brunette smiled. 

"i'm glad you had fun. thanks for being my date," samy hummed, reaching for the door handle. 

"of course," will smiled back. he wondered a lot of times that night if it would be appropriate to kiss her, but considering he didn't wanna fuck anything up on a night they were just supposed to be having fun, he thought better of it. 

instead, he'd take seeing samy wear his suit jacket which happened to be the same one he wore when he got a hat trick in one of the last games of the season before u18 worlds coming up. now that suit would just be his lucky one because it definitely brought him good luck. he'd take not kissing her for now if it meant he was at her side all night looking like her boyfriend. the hockey player winked at the camera as he followed samy inside. 

TWO (winter of samy's second year of college) 

"will, it's snowing!" the youngest hughes exclaimed when she opened the front door. "really?" will yelled and then the door closed again. three minutes later, it reopened and the couple was racing down the steps into the snow. 

samy immediately fell onto hr back to start making a snow angel while will balled up the snow in his glove. the brunette was too caught up in her snow angel that she didn't see what her boyfriend was plotting until it was too late and he threw it at her chest. 

her eyes widened, "will!" 

"sorry, babe," the blonde shrugged and hurried to make more. samy jumped up, eager to fire back at him. she balled up the white powder and gave her best aim as his arm. it landed with an oof. 

"don't start something you can't finish," will warned and the girl raised her eyebrow. 

"you started it, not me." 

will, who had made four, threw them one after the other at his girlfriend. she shrieked, covering her face as they exploded on her arms. the hockey player laughed. "oh, i see how it is. two can play at that game," it was challenge now. samy hurried to make more and so did will. 

they began chasing one another through the yard. the ring camera caught glimpses of the couple running by, occasionally getting a shot of will or samy hitting one another with the snowballs. 

samy had a pretty killer aim due to her impressive hand-eye-foot coordination. her throws also hurt more than will expected them too. "ow, that hurts babe!" he complained.

"aw, you can't take my snowballs but you can take getting shoved into the boards? how sweet," the youngest hughes threw another one that will failed to dodge. 

"not what i meant," will mumbled, struggling to keep up with the amount samy was throwing and making. somehow, she'd gotten a lead on him and anytime he paused to make more, she came around the bushes and took her sweet aim. 

"if anyone can hear me, i need backup out here!" will yelled at the camera hoping luke or someone inside happened to take a glance at the feed. 

"they can't save you, babe. might as well take your defeat," samy snickered, running after the blonde again when he took off away from her. 

someone answered will's prayers because luke came out a second later, laughing when he watched the blonde get pelted by samy. "i heard your call for help," the brunette called. 

"please, she's somehow out numbering me," will pleaded and luke quickly ran to join them. 

he was quick to ball up a bunch of snowballs and throw them in his sister's direction. she shrieked and ran off to the side of the house. "ha! you're running now!" luke chased after her giving will time to collect himself and stock back up.

the blonde quickly loaded himself with snowballs as he went to find luke and samy. they were off to the side throwing snowballs back and forth at one another when will came in full force with his. he didn't show any mercy as he launched them at the soccer player who was now the one outnumbered. 

"okay, okay, truce. please," she begged. 

"fine, truce," will agreed and held his hand out. they shook on it meaning the snowball fight was over..for now. 

instead, samy made will and luke help her build a snowman. the boys worked to roll up the base and then lifted the middle section up. samy rolled the head up and then they had a snowman. he just needed arms and a face. 

"i'll find a hat," luke hurried back inside. 

"here, use these branches," will snapped them off one of the trees and stuck them into the sides. the couple found random rocks as the eyes, mouth, and buttons. luke ran back out with an old baseball cap and a carrot for the nose. 

"i think he looks cute," samy smiled, admiring their work. 

"alright, i'm beat. i'm heading back inside," luke determined and made his way back to the porch. samy and will agreed they should go inside too before they got frost bite or something. 

on their way back up to the front porch, will hooked his arm around samy's shoulders, leaning in to press a kiss to her temple, "thanks for dragging me out," 

"of course. maybe next time i'll win the snowball fight," she grinned. 

"you better wish you will," the blonde said, pinching her arm as he opened the door for her. the ring camera capture their snowman for the next week as it continued snowing and a loving moment they could look back on later. 

THREE (the summer samy and will broke up) 

it was late when samy opened the door to her house and immediately turned to the ring camera sitting above the door handle. it looked like she'd been crying based on her red and puffy eyes. "hi, it's late i know and no one's probably watching this or ever will, but i just wanted to come out and say i was watching old videos that have been captured on here and it just made me really miss those times," the youngest hughes sniffled a bit. 

that was all she wanted to say and she was about to open the door again when a voice talked at her through it, "samy?" it was quinn. 

"quinn?" she copied. 

"what are you doing? are you okay?" the oldest hughes had gotten the notification on his phone that there was movement detected and he went to check it out, not expecting to see his sister outside. 

"oh, yeah. i just..am feeling sad," she admitted with a frown. 

"what, why? what's wrong?" yes, he probably should've called her instead of talking through the doorbell like some weirdo, but she was just right there and this felt more convenient than making her get her phone to talk. 

"i was watching old ring videos from the past like few years and a lot of them were of me and will and things he did that i didn't even notice after we hung out like smile at the camera or flash a thumbs up and it just made me miss him is all," the brunette explained and quinn frowned even though she couldn't see him. 

"pop.." 

"it's soo stupid i know. i need to go to sleep," she laughed away the heartbreak she was currently feeling. 

"no, it's not stupid. you have every right to feel upset. i'm sorry," the older boy sympathized with her, but the brunette shook her head. 

"sorry i woke you up. i just wanted to say that. i'll be fine," she mumbled. 

"no, wait. you didn't wake me up, i promise. have you considered reaching out to him or something? to talk more?" quinn stopped her before she could go back inside again.

"he's off doing a bunch of things..i don't wanna bother him. i don't even know what i'd say because i already said what i could to him. it's not like he wants to talk to me anyway. it doesn't even seem like he's hurt by it," samy scoffed a bit. 

"he could be just really good at hiding it," quinn pointed out. 

"i just really miss him, honestly. this is the first summer we aren't talking or hanging out. it feels so weird being at the lake house without him. i feel like i don't know who i am without him," that made the older boy frown again. he hated seeing and hearing how heartbroken his baby sister was over all of this. he honestly couldn't believe will either. 

"pop, you're so amazing with and without will. i know this really sucks, but you're great just on your own. you don't need will with you for you to know that about yourself." 

"i know, but i just wish he was here. it's so stupid too because i'd take him back so fast if he asked," the girl laughed a bit more bitterly this time, "that's how much self-respect i lack for myself." 

"that doesn't mean you don't have any self-respect, samy. none of this is stupid. you're allowed to feel this way, breakups really hurt, especially when it's with someone you really love and have been friends with for years," the dark-haired boy sympathized with her. 

"this is why i thought we shouldn't date because of this exact reason. we break up and it ruins everything about us. we don't even have a friendship anymore," samy frowned. 

"are you and quinn talking through the ring camera right now?" the front door opened and a bleary-eyed luke came outside. he had kept getting the notifications about movement on his phone and decided to finally go investigate it. 

"yeah, sorry moose. i just got sad, but i'm fine," the younger girl mumbled. 

"sad? about what?" luke rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he woke more up. 

"missing will," samy admitted and the second youngest frowned. 

"i'm sorry, pop. he didn't deserve you," luke pulled her into a hug that made quinn smile on the other side as he watched them. "let's go back inside. it's late and i'm sure talking inside will be better," the curly-haired boy waved to quinn through the camera. 

"night q, thanks for talking," samy said. 

"night, squirt. love you guys," the older boy said and the two echoed his statement before heading back inside. 

FOUR (the small bit of summer left when samy and will get back together) 

everything was perfect again. samy and will sat out on the swinging chair watching the sunset together trying to soak up the last few days of summer and finally being back together after a rough summer apart. will's legs were stretched out on the railing that he used to rock them gently back and forth. the brunette was curled into his side, half asleep as will ran her fingers through her hair. 

"samy?" the hockey player hummed. 

"yeah?" the girl wondered even though her eyes were stil closed. 

"i'm sorry for the way things happened this summer. i know i've apologized a million times already and i probably will keep apologizing, but i really am sorry. i feel horrible for treating you like that and nothing i do could probably ever repay that," will was feeling a bit sentimental as he reflected on the past few months and how much of a shitty person he was to the one person that had stuck by his side since the beginning. 

samy slowly sat up so they could meet each other's gazes. will's was full of guilt and her heart broke seeing him look at her like that, "will.."

"i know i fucked up, samy. i don't really know why i thought breaking up with you would make things easier because i realized how not easy it is without you around," the blonde continued now close to crying which samy hadn't seen him do often. she quickly put her hand on his face so he'd look at her still.

"it's not gonna be all easy peasy all the time, but we're gonna fix this between us, i promise. we already are. i love you, will. i wanna fix this between us," the girl reassured. 

"i really don't deserve you," will mumbled, leaning forward to kiss her palm. she flushed at his affection and used her other hand to drag it through his hair. 

"we all do things we don't mean and things we regret. i took you back because i also can't do life without you and i really want you in my life," samy said softly and it eased some of the ache in the hockey player's heart. "let's just enjoy where we are now and the little time we have left until you go to california, yeah?" he quickly nodded and she pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek. 

she readjusted so her own legs stretched out to the railing, but her head stayed tucked into the crook of will's neck. he kissed the top of her head, resting his own atop hers. 

"you're gonna be a big shot hockey player and i can't wait to watch you chase your dreams all over again," samy mumbled. 

"i really couldn't have done it without you. you showed up for me and helped prove to me i could do it," he squeezed her hand where they were intertwined. 

as the sun set, the couple shared a passionate kiss that told each other everything words couldn't convey. the heartbreak turned into only love and they chose to believe that things were definitely going to be okay between them. 

[matthewswifeyy]

After awhile you went quiet, and I got mean 5

Summary: Exgirlfriend!reader lives with S4!rafe. She constantly has to watch rafe treat someone better and it finally gets to her

Part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

(Reader and Jackson have been hanging out for a while)

Readers pov

It’s was 8:30 and I was getting ready to leave. I showered, shaved, and did my skincare. I was finishing putting on my lotion when I got a notification that my Uber was here.

I grabbed my purse and walked down stairs.

“In going to Rafes top!” I yelled before walking out the door.

I got in the Uber and after a 5 minute ride I was at Rafes. I walked in the door and saw rafe slouched on the couch.

“Oh I didn’t know you were coming yet.” Rafes said sitting up.

“No no sit back down rafe. We aren’t talking now idiot. I have to get ready first.” I said bluntly before running the stairs to my room.

I opened the door and sighed once I saw my room again. But the messed up bedding caught my eye.

I left the bed made.

I shook it off before walking over to my vanity. I took my time curling my hair. I did my make up while my hair cooled. Once I finished I walked over to my closet.

I chose a strapless glitter top and a black mini skirt.

I looked at the clock and it said it was now 10. I now heard chatter downstairs and music playing. I was putting on my black boots when I heard a knock on my door.

“Come in.” I said as I zipped up my boots.

The door opened and it was Jackson.

“Hey”

“Hi” I said going in for a hug.

“How has your day been.” He asked as he pulled from the hug but his hand still on my hips.

“Good! How was yours”

“Better now that I’m with you.” He said as he pressed a kiss on my shoulder.

“We should probably get down the to party” I told him.

“Alright”

I took his hand and lead him downstairs to the party. I looked around and saw rafe no where in sight.

Perfect

I lead Jackson to the drink table I grabbed a cup of fruit punch and Jackson grabbed a beer.

Jackson lead me to a couch surrounded by his friends. He sat down and pulled be down on his lap.

Rafes pov

I was sitting in the back yard with some random chick on my lap. I was with Kelce and topper talking about random stuff.

I gotta find Y/n

“Hey I’ll be right back.” I whispered into the girls ear as I patted her hip.

“Where are you going?”

You’ve gotta be fucking kidding

“The bathroom” I lied.

I got up and opened the sliding door and stepped in the crowded house. I pushed my way through the crowd looking for Y/n.

I eventually made my way to the living room and saw he sitting on Jackson’s lap as he ran his hands up and down her sides as she talked to the other girls around her.

I walked into her and put my hand on her shoulder.

“Can I talk to you” I asked her as I glared at Jackson.

“Oh I’m yeah.” She said getting up keeping her happy attitude that quickly left once away from the group.

We went up to her room and we both sat down on the bed.

“What do you want to talk about?” She said as she crossed her arms.

“I miss what we had okay.” I told her straight forward.

“It’s not happening rafe. You ended what we had the minute you cheated on me with sofia.”

“I know that I messed up but we can try again alright we always have.” I told her standing in front of her.

“No rafe it’s not happening.” She said shaking her at me.

“Look I need you Y/n.” I pleaded as I brought my hand up to her face and cupped her cheeks.

“I don’t care what you need rafe. I needed you a week ago but you didn’t care rafe. So why the fuck do you think I should care. Everything was about Sofia when I was around you and I told you how much I hated that. But you didn’t stop rafe.” She said pushing my hands off her and standing up.

“I know I was asshole Y/n but please just hear me out.”

“I’m not hearing anything out from you rafe. You lost that privilege the second you kicked me out of the only place I could stay!” She yelled.

“I know that!” I yelled back at her.

“You know what rafe I’m done with this fucking conversation because it’s going no where!” She yelled again as she opened the door. “Also did you sleep in my bed when I was gone?”

“Maybe” I said looking down at my feet.

“I’ll come get my stuff this weekend.” She said opening the door.

“Jackson is going to break your heart Y/n!” I shouted at her

“Shut the fuck up rafe.” She said before leaving the room.

I sighed and laid back onto her bed. After a few minutes I got myself back together and I went back down stairs.

From the stairs I saw her kissing Jackson.

I was now the one watching from afar.

The end.

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[punksyeet]

- Only Mine ❥

Plot: What was supposed to be a wholesome night between Gianna (OC) and Roman, turns rather nasty when the Tribal Chief feels disrespected by his lady.

Warnings: Mature language, angst, manipulation, toxicity, & smut (oral in the shower)!

to whoever requested this: it was so much fun and an absolute honor bringing your request to life. a million times thank you & i hope you enjoy this as much as i loved writing it. 💗💐

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A mixture of cheers and boos erupt in the arena, as my fiancée just defended one of his championships against Cody Rhodes.

“Here is your winner! And still the Undisputed WWE Universal Champion: Roman Reigns!” Samantha Irvin announces from ringside.

I cheer and watch my man exit the ring then walk back up the ramp, alongside his wiseman and cousin Sefa, who played a huge part in him retaining tonight.

As he disappears backstage, the arena quiets down and I feel a slight hand on my shoulder.

I turn around and see a security guard.

“Mrs. Anoa’i?” the man confirms, an emotionless expression on his face.

I nod, smiling. “Yes, that’s me.”

He gives me a quick nod. “Your fiancée asked me personally to escort you to his dressing room.”

I smile, grab my purse, and stand up. “Perfect, thank you.”

He does another quick nod and leads the way.

“Here we are,” he exclaims, as we reach a door that reads ‘The Bloodline’. “He should be inside.”

I give him a soft smile and nod. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” he replies and walks away.

I take a deep breath before turning the door handle and pushing it open.

“Hi my love,” I coo, entering the room and shutting the door behind me.

Joe looks up and immediately stands, a gorgeous smile growing on his face when he sees me.

“Hey sweet thing,” he replies, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I stand on my tippy toes and hold his biceps, as he presses his lips to mine in a passionate kiss.

“Congratulations on your win,” I state once we pull away, running my fingers through his gorgeous black locks. “You looked amazing out there, as always.”

He smirks and cups my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “As always, huh? You love watching your daddy dominate, don’t you?”

“Mhm,” I hum in approval, batting my eyelashes at him. “You know I do, Joe Joe.”

He chuckles and leans in once again, capturing my lips in another kiss.

It gets steamy quick, when he slides his tongue against mine, resulting in both of ours fighting for dominance.

Of course, his wins.

It always does.

I let out a soft whimper as he trails kisses down my neck, finally landing on my sweet spot just below my ear.

A few moments later, we’re interrupted by a knock at the door.

He groans and rolls his eyes, pulling away from me.

I giggle and kiss his cheek before he walks past me and to the door.

He opens it and Paul and Sefa appear.

“My Tribal Chief,” Paul begins, holding out his hand for a shake. “Congratulations again on retaining.”

Joe gives him a soft smile and nods, taking his hand. “Thank you, wiseman. And thank you for your help, cousin.”

Solo keeps his face expressionless, just reacting with a simple nod. “Anything for you, my Tribal Chief.”

I smile at their interaction and sit down on one of the sofas, as Joe steps aside and lets them in.

“Oh hello,” Paul greets when he sees me. “Sorry, I didn’t know we had company.”

I chuckle. “It’s alright, Paul. Nice to see you.”

He gives me a smile. “Likewise, my Tribal Queen.“

I shake my head and smile.

“Good to see you Gi,” Sefa greets me next, opening his arms for a hug.

I smile and accept his offer. “You too, Sef. Thank you for helping out Joe tonight.”

I look over his shoulder and see Joe stood against the wall, no expression on his face, but still looking rather irritated.

I give him a confused look and he rolls his eyes, walking away and to his connected bathroom.

I let out a soft sigh and pull away from the hug, putting on a fake smile.

“Well,” Paul speaks up again, breaking the awkward silence. “I wanted to have some words with the Tribal Chief but I suppose it can wait. We best be going.”

I nod, standing up and following them to the door.

“Give our best to Roman,” Sefa requests, following Paul out.

“Will do,” I reply, smiling.

We say our goodbyes and I watch them walk off.

Once they’re out of sight, I close the door and head to the bathroom.

“Joe?” I ask softly, knocking on the door.

When I don’t get an answer, I slowly open it and peek in, to see my husband in a steaming hot shower.

“Joe?” I call out again, a little louder this time.

“What?” he asks, an irritated tone in his voice.

What the fuck is his problem?

I take a deep breath before responding. “Everything okay? You usually don’t just walk out like that.”

Once again, no answer.

Alright, fine.

I close the door behind me and step out of my dress, undergarments, and heels.

While he’s turned around, rinsing off his body, I step into the shower and fold my arms across my chest.

Feeling my presence, he turns around and immediately scans my body.

“Wanna tell me what your issue is?” I ask, a sense of bravery coming over me.

Don’t get me wrong, I know better than to disrespect Joe.

Lord knows I’ve learned not to the hard way.

But I won’t stand for this bitch ass attitude he has towards me, especially with no explanation.

“Wanna fix that tone before I fuck it out of you?” he responds, crossing his arms and mocking me.

I roll my eyes. “Joe, just answer me. What’s the matter?”

He nods, smirking. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. You know better, huh?”

When I don’t answer, he continues.

“If you must know,” he exclaims, matter of factly. “I don’t appreciate my future wife getting all touchy with my cousin.”

Excuse the fuck outta me?!

A look of disgust mixed with confusion comes over my face. “Joe, what the fuck are you talking about?”

He grabs my neck and holds me against the wall. “Last warning, little girl. Fix that tone or you gon’ get it fixed for you.”

I take a deep breath, locking eyes with him.

“You enjoyed that hug a little too much,” he continues, still holding me in place. “I saw the way you were smiling when Sefa was holding you.”

I narrow my eyes. “Oh come on, Joe! Give me a break!”

“Gia-“ I cut him off before he can scold me again.

“No, Joe. No!” I yell, tears forming in my eyes. “I love you. I’m wearing the ring that you proposed to me with. I’m marrying you in under two months. You don’t get to accuse me of having feelings for your cousin when I’ve been nothing but loyal to you. Having insecurities about a relationship that’s lasted this long and is about to take a huge step forward isn’t a good look.”

For once in our entire relationship, he’s silent.

He slowly removes his hand from my neck.

I blink, allowing tears to slowly run down my face. “So you don’t have anything to say? It’s just fuck us now?”

He sighs, running a hand down his face.

I hold my hands up in defeat, crying uncontrollably. “Fine.”

As I start opening up the curtain to leave, he pulls me back in by my arm.

“Joe let me g-“ he cuts me off by cupping my face and smashing his lips against mine. Hard.

And like the in-way-too-deep idiot that I am, I kiss back.

A couple of seconds later, we pull away and he presses hs forehead against mine before giving it a kiss as well.

“You’re right,” he mutters. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so fucking sorry.”

When I respond with only sniffles, he continues.

“I acted that way because,” his voice trails off. “Because I love you. I wanted to spend my night celebrating my victory with my beautiful soon-to-be wife. I wanted you all to myself. And when my cousin and Paul interrupted, it annoyed me. I acted out of anger. Baby, I love you. I love you so much. And I shouldn’t have accused you. Not of something as idiotic as having feelings for my cousin. You deserve better. I’m sorry.”

I wipe my eye with my forearm, letting out a quiet sniffle. “You have no idea how much that hurt, Joe. How could you even think of me that way?”

He shakes his head, running a hand down his face. “I was frustrated, baby. I don’t think straight when I’m frustrated. You know that. It’s not an excuse, I know. Just please forgive me? I can’t live without you. I’m nothing without you.”

Who am I kidding?

I love this man far too much to stay mad at him.

Joe Anoa’i is my drug.

I let out another sniffle before pulling away and cupping his face. “I forgive you, my love.”

He gives me a soft and grateful smile before pulling me into another kiss.

I kiss back and he soon pulls away, kissing my cheek and wrapping me into a hug. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Joe. Always.”

For a while, we just sit there holding each other in comfortable silence, the sound of water cascading down our bodies and hitting the shower floor.

“Now,” he begins again, pulling away from the hug and holding my waist. “What do you say we wrap this up and head home, hm?”

I wrap my arms around his neck and run my fingers through his hair. “Not so fast.”

He gives me a confused look as I get on my knees.

** smut warning! **

I apply a kiss to his perfectly pink tip and look up at him. “Let me show you how proud I am of you, daddy.”

I tease his slit with my tongue, letting saliva drip down to his balls.

“Fuck,” he whispers, slowly throwing his head back against the tile wall.

Eventually, I add my hands, swirling them and my tongue around his length in sync.

“Just like that princess,” he coos in between moans, grabbing fistfuls of my hair and bobbing my head up and down. “Your mouth is so fucking good.”

A few moments later, I feel his dick pulsate in my throat, signaling that he’s close.

“F-fuck!” he moans, grabbing my hair tighter. “Daddy is gonna cum, okay? Be a good girl and swallow it all for me, princess.”

I do as I’m told, allowing the warm and sticky substance to line and run down my throat.

“Amazing job as always,” he praises, cupping my face. “What a good girl you are.”

“Mhmm,” I half-moan half-giggle, scooping up a string of spit dangling from my lips and stroking his cock with it.

** smut over! **

He looks down at me, a smirk forming on his lips, and slides his thumb across my lower lip. “Your daddy’s girl. Forever. You know that right?”

I stare directly into his eyes and nod, taking it into my mouth and sucking it.

“Aht aht,” he scolds, taking his thumb out, resulting in me pouting. “Only good girls that use their words can suck their daddies fingers. Now respond to me correctly, angel face.”

“I’m your girl, daddy. Only yours. No one elses. Forever.”

“Mmm,” he hums in approval. “That’s my good girl.”

I give him a soft smile as he cups my face and gently lifts me up.

“Cmere mama,” he mutters, before pulling me into a passionate kiss.

I immediately kiss back, my hands sliding up his chest.

“You take such good care of your daddy,” he coos against my lips. “I love you so much.”

I blush and tug on his bottom lip as I pull away to respond. “I love you too, my Tribal Chief.”

He smirks and pulls me back in, smashing his lips on mine once more.

Ugh. How lucky am I?

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LACY - chapter 4

Warnings: alcohol usage

Paige Bueckers x oc

A/N: Surprise!!! Posting a few chapters tonight <3

Got it! Here’s the updated version with Layla almost saying something but stopping before she can fully admit it:

I woke up to the soft sound of Layla’s breathing, her head resting on my shoulder. The warmth of her body against mine was comforting, and for a moment, I just stayed there, staring at her. Her hair was a mess, curls tumbling around her face, but she still looked so beautiful. Her lips were slightly parted, her cheeks flushed from sleep, and her eyes were closed, soft in a way that made my heart ache.

I shifted, careful not to wake her, but the movement stirred her. Layla blinked a few times, her eyes focusing slowly as she realized where she was. She froze, and her cheeks turned even redder, the color spreading down her neck. I could feel her pull away from me, almost like she was trying to distance herself, but I didn’t want her to. I didn’t want this moment to end.

Before I could say anything, I heard footsteps from the kitchen. Morgan must have woken up early, and sure enough, she appeared in the doorway, rubbing her eyes. “Oh my God, sorry, I didn’t know anyone was in here,” she said, her voice still groggy, glancing at the two of us on the couch.

Layla scrambled to her feet, her face bright red. “I—uh, I have to go,” she stammered, avoiding my gaze. She grabbed her bag and hurried toward the door, her movements fast, almost like she was trying to escape something.

I didn’t know what to say, so I just watched her go.

Later that night, I was getting ready for a night out with Morgan and some of the other girls. I’d been thinking about what happened this morning, about how Layla had acted so strange when she woke up. It wasn’t like her to be so nervous, so distant. I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on inside her head.

Layla had texted me earlier, saying she was going out with her roommate, Grace, and that they were going to Ted’s, the UConn bar. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I figured it would be a good distraction.

I arrived at the bar with Morgan, and it didn’t take long for us to spot Layla. She was standing near the bar, dressed in a tight black dress that clung to her curves, showing off her cleavage. Her hair was down, cascading in waves around her shoulders. She looked stunning, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was definitely the center of attention, and I could see why.

She caught sight of me and immediately rushed over, her steps a little unsteady. “Paigeeee, hii!” she said, practically throwing herself into my arms for a hug.

I couldn’t help but laugh, holding her steady as she swayed a little. “Are you drunk?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

She grinned, her eyes sparkling. “Maybe a little,” she said, her voice a little too loud. “But it’s fine. I’m just having fun!”

Morgan and Grace were talking nearby, but I couldn’t stop watching Layla. There was something about her tonight—something that made my heart race. I wanted to know what was going on with her, why she’d acted so strange this morning.

“Hey, can we talk?” I asked, pulling her away from the crowd. I didn’t want to make a scene, but I needed to know what was going on.

She nodded, but her face was flushed, and she looked a little dizzy. I led her to a quieter corner near the bathrooms, trying to make sure no one could overhear us.

“Why did you run out this morning?” I asked softly, my voice full of concern. “And why are you drinking so much?”

Layla looked at me, her eyes a little unfocused. “I don’t know,” she mumbled, her words slurring slightly. “I just… I didn’t know what to do, okay? It was weird, and I didn’t want to make things awkward.”

I could see her trying to brush it off, but I wasn’t going to let her. “Layla,” I said, my voice gentle but firm. “If something’s bothering you, you can talk to me. I’m not going to judge you.”

She looked down at her feet, clearly uncomfortable. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” she admitted quietly. “I just… I don’t know what to feel, and it’s confusing.”

I reached out, taking her hand in mine, trying to comfort her. “It’s okay to be confused,” I said softly. “But if something’s bothering you, you can tell me. I’m here for you.”

Layla’s lips trembled, and for a moment, I thought she might say something more. But instead, she shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. “Nothing’s wrong, Paige. Let’s just have fun, okay?”

Before I could say anything else, Layla stumbled into one of the bathroom stalls, and I heard her get sick. My heart sank, and I rushed to her side, knocking on the door. “Layla? Are you okay?” I called softly.

She didn’t answer right away, but when she finally opened the door, her face was pale, and she looked exhausted. I wrapped my arms around her, supporting her as she leaned against me. “You’ve had too much to drink,” I said, my voice full of concern. “Let’s get you home.”

She didn’t argue, and I quickly texted Grace to let her know I was taking Layla back to the dorm. As I helped Layla out of the bar, she leaned on me heavily, her steps slow and unsteady.

When we got to her dorm, she looked up at me with big, tired eyes. “Can I… can I lay in bed with you?” she asked, her voice soft and almost childlike.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, but I also didn’t want to leave her alone. “I’ll go grab your water,” I said quietly, trying to give her some space.

But she begged me, her voice almost pleading. “Please, Paige. I don’t want to be alone.”

I sighed, giving in. “Okay,” I said, sitting down beside her on the bed. “But just for a little while.”

She smiled, her eyes softening as she snuggled under the covers. “Thanks, Paige. You’re the best.”

I couldn’t help but smile back, but there was a flutter in my chest as I realized how much I cared for her. I didn’t want to push her, but I couldn’t ignore the feelings that were starting to grow inside me.

As we lay there, the quiet of the room wrapping around us, I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in her mind. I wanted to ask her about everything—about how she felt, about what she was going through. But I didn’t want to pressure her.

That’s when she spoke, her voice soft and almost shy. “Paige… can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” I replied, turning my head to face her.

“How did you know you liked girls?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I froze for a moment, surprised by the question. I hadn’t expected her to ask me that. But as I thought about it, I realized it was a good question. It wasn’t something I’d ever really talked about with anyone.

“I think I always knew,” I said slowly, trying to find the right words. “I remember having crushes on girls when I was younger, but I didn’t really understand what that meant at the time. It was confusing. But then, when I was older, I realized that it wasn’t just a phase or something I could ignore. It’s just who I am.”

Layla looked down at her hands, her fingers fiddling with the edge of the blanket. “But how did you… know for sure?”

I thought about it for a moment. “I think it’s just something that clicks. You know when you’re with someone and it feels right, like you can’t ignore it anymore? That’s when I knew.”

Layla was quiet for a while, processing what I said. “I think umm… I think…” she started, her voice trailing off. I could see the struggle in her eyes, like she was about to say something huge, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to do it.

I reached over and gently squeezed her hand. “Layla,” I said softly, “don’t say it right now. You’re drunk, and I don’t want you to feel like you have to say something you’re not sure about.”

She looked at me, her eyes wide, and I could see the hesitation in her gaze. She almost said something, but then she just nodded, her lips trembling slightly. “Okay,” she whispered, sinking into the bed.

I smiled softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “It’s okay. You don’t have to have all the answers right now. Just take your time.”

She nodded again, her eyes fluttering closed as she drifted off to sleep.

As I sat there, holding her hand, I couldn’t help but think about everything that had happened. Layla might actually have feelings for me. I could see it in the way she looked at me, in the way she touched me. But I also remembered how hard it was for me when I first realized I was gay, how confusing it had been. I sympathized with her, with the uncertainty she was feeling.

I didn’t want to rush her, and I didn’t want to push her into anything she wasn’t ready for. But I also knew that I cared about her more than I’d ever expected.

I leaned down and kissed her forehead, whispering, “Goodnight, Layla.”

And as I left the room, I made sure to leave a bottle of water and a note on her desk.

[ravennaortiz]

Always Here

Summary: Juice works through his grieve and regret at never telling you his true feelings.

Juice stared at himself in the mirror. His usual shirt and jeans exchanged for a suit and tie. “Can’t believe you got me in this” he muttered as he moved his arms trying to get used to the confining fabric. “Wish you could be here to see it. I know you’d be snapping photos and shit” he continued as a lump formed in his throat. “It’s not fair” he choked out as the grief hit him again.

“Easy laddie” soothed Chibs as he made his way into the bathroom followed by Tig and Half-Sack. “Easy” continued Chibs as he held Juice closed.

“It should have been you” sobbed Juice angrily as his eyes landed on Half-Sack who shrunk back.

“It wasn’t his fault. She died trying to give them both a chance” stated Chibs as he patted Juices back. “She wouldn’t want you harboring this anger towards him”.

Juice barely nodded. He knew that was true. If you were here right now you would be dragging him out by his ear to apologize. “She survived being blown up in Iraq only to be gunned down in a damn small town. I should have been with them. If I was maybe she” started Juice before Tig cut him off.

“She would still be in the casket in Chapel man. She was always going to sacrifice herself. Only thing that would have been different is you would be just as cold and in a casket next to her” stated Tig firmly as he clasped Juices shoulder. “While we all can understands the grief and pain of losing someone. None of us will understand the loss of losing her like you and Half have. I know it’s hard to think of this but he’s just as lost and torn up as you. Remember he had to sit with her as she cried, came to terms with dying and took  her last breath. That he has to replay that though his mind day and night. She will always be here” continued Tig as he patted Juices chest and head before leaving the bathroom.

Awhile later Juice made his way out to the main area of the clubhouse. Jeez he thought as he looked at the crowd that was inside and looked to be out the door. A mix of bikers, soldiers and random civilians milled about as they wait for their turn to say goodbye. Tears started again as he thought about how many lives you had changed in the short time you had been on this earth.

“Hey baby” murmured Gemma as she pulled Juice in for a hug. “It’s okay” She soothed as she patted his back. “Why don’t you head into chapel with Half? I told him you two take as long as you want alone. The two of you deserve to say goodbye in private and without everyone else being present. We can all wait. She would want to be with her boys one last time”

Juice nodded as he let her move him towards the door. Taking a deep breath he opened it and stepped in. Keeping his eyes off the casket, not ready to see you so still again.

“I can lea-“ started Half-Sack as he turned tears spilling down his cheeks as he finished fixing your dog tags.

“Stay. I want you to and she would want that” stated Juice as he moved to stand across from him on the opposite side of your casket.

Half nodded as he wiped at his eyes. Before extending his arm out with a chain. “She would want you to have this” he stated as Juice looked at the dog tag that dangled from his hand. “It’s her extra I dug around our stuff when I was looking for mine to put on hers.

“Thanks” gulped Juice as he took the necklace and traced your engraved name before putting it over his head.

The two men fell into a comfortable silence. Each with their own thoughts as they said their goodbyes.

“I’m glad you were her battle buddy when she was over in Iraq. She lucked out with you. Thanks for watching over her when I couldn’t.” stated Juice as he glanced up to look at Half-Sack. "I took my anger on never telling her how I feel out on you. It wasn't your fault I didn't have the balls to tell her I loved her more than a friend. That I wanted her to be mine and all that sappy romantic stuff she would have dragged me for. I lost out on that with her and that's my cross to bear. Not yours"

“Pretty sure she watched over me.” Chuckled Half-Sack lightly as he met his friends’ eyes. “She loved you too. Just so you know. Always talked about you and shit. I’m sorry the two of you never got to be together like that. I’m sorry I couldn’t save her this time” continued Half-Sack as tears poured down his face as he went from the time you were both blown up to the time the bullets only pierced your flesh.

“You did all you could. Neither of you had any idea the bullet would hit her prosthetic like that and ricochet. She wouldn’t want you blaming yourself” stated Juice as he walked around and pulled him in for a hug. “I’m sorry for being an ass. She will always be here with us.” He stated as he felt a warmth on the back of his neck and a slight weight followed by what he swore was a whispered finally.

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Soft Spot - Chapter 23

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

I've been thinking about this scene long ago in the days when Soft Spot was just an idea of a sequel, all the love to @garbagemilkshake for bringing it to life!

Rated: Explicit

Warnings/Tags: Romance, Established Relationship, Married Couple, Married Life, Aged-Up Mutant Ninja Turtles, Villain Donatello (TMNT), Love, POV Second Person, Babies, Pregnancy, AFAB reader, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Fertility Issues, Pregnant Sex, Pregnancy Kink, Reader-Insert, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Cum Eating, Turtle Noises (TMNT), I have a Biology Degree and I’m Using it, Menstruation, There WILL NOT be any Miscarriages

Synopsis: First comes love. Then comes marriage. Then comes the next step about as smooth as the others arrived. The baby-oriented sequel to Weak Spot.

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First 💜 Previous

As you stepped through the portal to your apartment, you prepared yourself. Donnie’s usual process for dealing with things was drawn out. He took time, released anger, and then approached his feelings when his facilities weren’t clouded. It was a safety mechanism long baked in where time rarely allowed him a chance to think things over. You expected as much as he joined you in your home. 

“あなたは一人じゃない.” Donnie whistled out pressure like an overheated pot the second the portal closed. 

You blinked in where you had an arm around him. 

“Not alone!” He looked over. 

You made yourself accessible. 

“Not alone…” His teeth clenched and he released you to switch grip. 

Your hands were grabbed in his and he took several breaths that grew in length before he was able to moderate his distress. 

He appeared in your wedding band and his presence bowled you over mentally. 

Your own joy flickered up to meet his and you entwined your energies. 

“You’re still there…” He relented for a pathetic churr. 

“I could say the same…” You moved forward physically to cuddle him. “You were gone.” 

“Damned power.” Donnie spat and hugged you. 

Your belly bumped the space between you and prevented a perfect seal. 

You both took a moment to look down on it before meeting back up for a kiss. 

“Was Splinter, right?” You spoke against him. “The baby’ll be okay?” 

“Yes.” Donnie nodded and scrubbed his beak to your nose. “If you can believe ghosts...” 

“All those hooded figures?” 

Donnie froze. 

You watched his eyes search you. 

“I may have broken the circle for a second.” 

“Y/N!” Donnie dropped to his knees to examine your belly. 

You held his head to keep a connection. “Splinter said there’d be lights! Not that you’d all pass out!” 

“We passed out?” Donnie wondered where he slipped a hand under your top. 

“Light came out of your eyes and there was this weird pizza emblem where a topping started to glow and then you flopped over…” 

He turned his head and pressed his tympanum to your abdomen. 

You quieted and tried to still your breath so he could listen. 

He waited out a few beats before he released. 

You pet him in encouragement. 

“They sound okay. Heartbeat even.” 

“They jumped a little. It was scary.” 

“Jumped…?” His phone was immediately out. “With the fused placenta that’s concerning.” 

Your worries bottomed out as you hadn’t thought of that. 

“Dr. Kuro?” Donnie spoke into his receiver. 

You hadn’t even heard a dial tone. 

“Yes. You’re now on speaker.” He held his phone out and hit a button simultaneously. 

“Hey… Doctor…” You rattled out. 

“What’s going on, you two?” Your doctor asked with a tone ready to scold. 

“We had a little mystic run in…” You started. 

“A mystic ritual.” Donnie continued. 

“I thought you two couldn’t see me in my Hidden City office?” Dr. Kuro wondered. 

“Hack job.” Your husband grouched. 

“You know the turtles who saved New York…?” You tried. 

Dr. Kuro’s line was silent. 

“They’re kind of…?” You checked with Donnie. 

“Paltry relation. The father of which drew up a spell to commune with their ancestors.” He returned to his device. “Sending a rudimentary copy of the spell now.” 

With a few swirls on the screen, Donnie drew up something that looked similar and sent it over. 

There was a shift as Dr. Kuro presumably moved her phone to observe. “It looks like a standard summoning, but why is the power dispersed like that? Five channels? How far back in this lineage did you need to ask?” 

Donnie hesitated. 

You shrugged as you weren’t sure. 

He stewed before he asked the ground. “Where were you present in Japan in the late Muromachi period?” 

There was a surprised chirp noise from the phone. 

“Are you familiar with the Foot or Hamato clans?” Donnie’s head tipped.  

“Who is this father?” Dr. Kuro spoke sharply. 

“Hamato Yoshi.” Donnie nuzzled your stomach. 

You stroked over his head. 

“I see…” She sounded like she did. “Have you noticed any abnormalities?” 

“No.” 

“No, vitals appear normal.” 

“How exactly were you involved in the ritual, Y/N?” She asked. 

“I accidentally touched one of the outer lines.” 

“What happened?” 

“I saw… the spirits, I guess? But it was freaky so I jumped away and when I landed the baby jumped too.” 

“The spell drawn disperses what I’m guessing must be an enormous amount of power by directing it  through its users…” Dr. Kuro spoke her thoughts aloud. “Touching the line is like touching a live wire. Even if it was for a second, there’s a chance it could disrupt fetal arrhythmia, which you might not be able to hear. It’s our ‘it could be nothing.’ You will come in at once.” 

“On our way.” Donnie allowed a few seconds on the timer before he ended the call. 

“Bathroom…?” You squeaked out. 

He pressed his face once to your belly before letting go. 

You scurried off. 

When you returned, your partner hadn’t moved at all. He was still on his knees and only moved to look at you. You gave him access to your body again which he used as strength to get himself upright. From there it was a slight stumble to the door where you supported him through our bond. Your presence solidified his footfalls until you were eventually in the car and heading toward your OBGYN office. 

Donnie fiddled with your seat belt over and over during the ride even though you had it placed safely around your belly. 

“Donnie…” You murmured soothingly to him. 

“I know.” He was a little curt, but his lids fell for it. 

You pressed one of your hands over his.

“Not alone…” That bitter phrase escaped his mind where you assumed it was on repeat. 

“You’re not.” 

“Not now.” His tongue clicked. 

You got hold of one of his fingers and squeezed. 

He thanked you for it in a lull. 

You wouldn’t take that comfort from him and asked for nothing more. 

He adjusted the seat belt a few more times before you arrived at your destination. There, he became blind to all else and you had to steer him through the few pedestrians. Late afternoon and on a weekend, there were few people around the medical building. They darted around in a seemingly wayward way that made you struggle with wrangling your husband. The doctor’s office was especially scarce as it seemed closed, but Dr. Kuro was waiting in the doorway for you. 

She ushered you in and turned lights on as you went. You were sat on the usual bed and prepared in the usual way. Dr. Kuro spoke through all of it. Giving comfort and facts as she prepared a fetal echocardiogram. It was a test you were familiar with and both the visual and charted results were eventually generated. 

In an unusual move, Donnie glued himself to the doctor as she accessed and printed out a few more graphs. They were chartings of previous echocardiograms and she didn’t shoo him as she lined them up. She treated him like he was another doctor brought in for their opinion as she pointed to small peaks and valleys. Donnie’s researcher mentality kicked into full swing and you were the one left feeling a little out of place as the two conferred. 

You were rubbing your belly for solace when Donnie suddenly fell around you in a hug. 

You startled, but he was excessively loving as he churred and snuggled close to you. 

“Good news?” You held him as you looked toward the doctor. 

“Yes! There’s no arrhythmia.” She was clearly trying not to laugh at the display. “I will check a few more things to make sure we’re all good.” 

You nodded into your mate as you went through another sonogram and some probing. You weren’t sure if it was the oddity of your day or something else, but you were oddly calm throughout the process. Donnie clung to you all throughout, seemingly soothed by the echocardiogram alone. You leaned into him and Dr. Kuro eventually finished up. 

“I think I can safely call it. There was no damage, but tell me if you experience anything at all. Even gas! Otherwise, you and baby are okay. A little mystic shock spooked them just like you.” She patted your belly while wiping you off. 

“Thank you.” You told her earnestly. 

“Appreciated.” Donnie added. 

“On call is on call!” She laughed brightly. “I have no problem with my chosen profession. Babies are always on the brain!” 

You eventually were up and out of the office where Dr. Kuro continued to encourage you to make her aware of any little thing. You promised every time, without fault, and eventually hugged her in parting. She patted your back and you felt your husband’s put out aura until you were available to him again. He tugged you away and your doctor chuckled at his possessiveness. He refused to speak on it and you wore him as a cape all the way through the elevator and back down to the car where he returned to fixing your seat belt.

He didn’t give it voice, but you could tell he had returned to the mantra. Part of you wanted to ask, but you withheld. He had given sign after sign that he wasn’t ready and you respected that. The clear cause was the ceremony and, from what little you knew, you could tell the ancestors had told him something about not being alone.

You watched his hands work and the clip of his wedding ring came up rhythmically. Of the many facets of the bond you enjoyed, Donnie never having to be truly alone again was a huge one. You considered it separate from your codependency and instead a manifestation of your wish. After everything he’d been through, you never wanted him to suffer in solitude again. He had you and he had built even more connections that you hoped he would continue to foster. Your bond was a fallback and you cherished that he had a safety net.

That didn’t erase his years alone.

For you, those times were stories. They were haunts explained to you. The fables manifested in a real way through trauma and scars. The map of Donnie’s carapace was scripture. Slabs of skins were tanned hide and with it came the folly of man. They were a warning, one that he hid away with wraps and metal. His battle shell was armor both for his existence and a ward to keep from falling into the same pit again.

He was alone once.

He had lived out so much of his life alone.

He installed a network of cameras to watch his every movement and they had been reduced to stale security monitors. There were countless hours of footage of those empty six apartments. They were stored and backed up in probably a dozen more ways than you could count. His time in them were blips. Fast forwarded footage where he appeared as a lone occupant cycling through a stagnant space before venturing back out because that’s all it had been, a pit stop in his life.

Then, it changed.

From your first entrance after a provoking dinner, you became a staple. You viewed your footage as slower. Even that first morning when you fell out of bed, your aching body shook for a longer moment than he ever had. It was upon your confusion that the first recorded image of clarity was taken. From then on, your visage grew in number and painted the apartment. Overlaps of film had you scouring every surface until it was not some transient space, but a home for you both.

There would soon be another.

A small baby who no matter how big they got would rely on you both. One that would sleep and cry and transform the cameras yet again. From a married couple to life with children, you were about to hit a new demographic. That had to be terrifying in a way, especially to a man who lived his life in lapses. Segments for him were terrifying chapters that were shut away in books. They were sealed records, hopefully never to be seen again, but known to the one who wrote them.

You had your baby book now.

So far you mostly had detailed out little thoughts along with the growing army of sonogram photos. There were sections pre-made down the line for first nail trim and things like that. It was a list of milestones that you knew would warrant interest to your and your spouse. Donnie loved anniversaries and you wondered to what extent he would take your childs. He relished, you thought, in those moments because they were ones he never had. No one saw to celebrate any of his markers of life, though you had glimpsed a few of your own.

His first relaxing sleep.

His first proclamation of love.

His first birthday party.

Anything he had ever missed, he was about to experience anew.

For every year that he lost, he was about to reset the clock.

For every second he wished would be over, he was about to cherish them.

He would beg for more.

That was his gluttony and you saw to it being fed.

You also would keep him famished.

That contrarian cycle was your dream state. 

He would always come to you for more. 

Only you could satisfy. 

You would start the timer with a click and give him everything anew.

Through what you were preciously developing and sheer will, Donnie was about to start over. The moment he held his child in his arms, he would know it too. That sense of fatherhood would hit him and you knew the weepy look he was going to give his progeny. It would be that he both had and was witnessing the most precious thing in the world. Together, they would experience it all. Every moment Donnie never had, every one he yearned for, all he hoped, every dream, together.

The cameras would continue to document, but this would be real time.

You couldn’t imagine him missing a second.

You were at the apartment before each of you knew it. Both distracted by plaguing thoughts, you emerged only after a beep from the car. It was a chime you hadn’t heard in a long time. The vehicle called to its unruly passengers and you idly wondered why Donnie had added that kind of programming. Before you, did he still flicker in and out of existence with his weak flame?

You tended to that now. Like an olden lighthouse keeper, you cared for the spark. You kept it lit and weary travelers away from crags and cliffs. At all hours you made sure it was at its brightest. You were the beacon of sorts, but mostly used to direct. You had strong words for where not to go and very little of where to. That was Donnie’s choice in the matter, but still he followed you.

Out of the car, after you swiped the alarm and he tenderly undid your buckle for you. Behind you, as your plump form made both the exchange from standing or sitting a bit of an ordeal. Around you, a reassuring hand to your back as you heaved upright and caught your breath. You loved your baby dearly, but in some ways you wished they weren’t rearranging all your organs.

You led through the lobby with your person-sized overcoat. Donnie made the trek difficult as he refused to leave you. He clearly cared little about his whereabouts and would almost prefer to stand stagnant. You kept him going with your direction and eventually got to the elevator. A few button presses led up to your door and your apartment.

Your darling doorman opened it for you and you reached inside for what seemed like the first breath in a while. The interior of your abode greeted your new mindset. Your goal was lofty and you were proud of it. New lives were rightfully attainable for the ones you loved and you would guide both persons well. Rolling your neck in pseudo-preparations, Donnie continued to coil around you until his lips found your ear.

“May we…?”

“Hm?” You tried to find his eyes, but he tucked away.

He mumbled into your shoulder. “… resume our earlier…?”

You thought on what he could mean. Your morning had been relatively busy with fussing over Raph’s arrival so there was little to continue there. You highly doubted Donnie wanted to revisit anything from that interim which left what occurred when you got home. You had been hugging and you tried to move in his grip so you could hold him.

He moved to stay hidden behind you.

You bobbed with light laughter and decided to ask. “Resume what?”

He held firm with obvious embarrassment leaking off of him.

“My sweet, sweet husband…” You cooed and sauntered a few steps knowing he would follow.

Your hips shook him along.

“I wonder… I’m usually good at figuring these things out, but…”

He nosed along the back of your neck.

You shivered.

He stopped and pressed his forehead flat against the area. It was a clear sign that you weren’t trending sexual, so there had to be something else. Your brow creased to a point where you thought you might trigger a headache. Donnie’s hands were clinical in finding your hips. It was a hold to keep you in place and one you vaguely recognized. Placing it was the harder part.

This sort of grip had been deployed in many ways over the years. From steering to stopping, there were a million different connotations. With sex supposedly off the table, you knocked out a bunch of options. He barely wanted to move and very much wanted to stay glued to you, so transport was eliminated. That meant static options. You weren’t trying to get away from him, but he still wanted to do something. Lately, he sought you at all hours, but his usual goal was around your front.

He wasn’t holding your belly, you realized as you looked down. From behind, you could sort of see his hands as they tucked around your sides and were patently free of that destination. You highly doubted he wanted to avoid your baby as every stressor of this day had gone towards their wellbeing.

You put together right then what he wanted to continue. “I think it’ll work best if we sit.”

His nod was ferocious against your spine. It shook you free and you trailed over to the couch. He followed close behind and you gestured to the coffee table as you sat in your spot. The time it took for him to push the wood aside was exactly the amount for you to get situated. With your widening pelvis, you now sat with a metered spread of your legs. You were supposed to be minding your spine, but reclining felt especially good as it shifted your gravity downward to relieve the pressure.

You sighed comfortably as you felt Donnie kneel in front of you.

You afforded him privacy as you let your head loll back into the cushions.

Little brushes to your knees asked for more space because he didn’t quite fit there.

He was large and you would need to readjust everything to get comfortable again. For him, it was worth it, and you shuffled. He kept himself as a wedge so you could better measure the distance and set your legs wider. You squirmed on your bottom and dipped your hands down to hold your child. A little shifting and you could eventually lean back with some semblance of the same sigh on your lips.

Donnie reached forward with a shy skim.

He traced along your legs.

He reached further back.

He didn’t hold, but slipped his hands stationary beside your hips.

There, you felt him nose over your belly lightly before he buried his face there.

The sudden pressure tickled your heart and you fought a giggle.

A loud churr broke the silence and he stilled with his face against your stomach.

“Better?” You murmured to him.

“Soon…” He did his own adjustments until the side of his head was pressed to hear your baby.

You slowed your breath in long releases.

Everything settled.

He was not alone.

He would never be again.

After what you gauged as an appropriate time had passed, you reached out.

You did your own skim.

A ghost over his shoulders.

Up the sinew of his neck.

To settle your digits against his cranium and hold him in place.

Pressing a literal reassurance against him of all he had.

He exhaled as if he hadn’t in a long time.

He went slack.

You kept him there.

With you.

With your baby.

He breathed as if asleep when he finally spoke. “They… said… they had always been there…”

In a blink. you envisioned all those hooded figures.

You felt him close his eyes and return there as well. “Not just… spoken. I felt… it. Their sorrow. How… they could not… help. How they watched all that occured…”

You squeezed.

His hands slid around to hold your lower back.

You felt a shift from your baby.

Donnie was close enough that he did too.

He started up a slow churr and pressed it inward. “It’s alright… Papà’s alright…”

You smiled at the name.

It might have been in your head, but you swore you felt your child calm.

Donnie warmed your stomach with his breath and set his forehead against you. “They were there when I was little.”

Your fingers twitched.

He kissed you through your shirt. “They saw.”

“They apologized…” You remembered he had set.

“Their sorrow…” He forced his churr to continue, to weather the stormy thoughts. “It was real. I believed.”

You petted him slowly.

“They believe in destiny.”

You made sure your hand made a rhythmic, predictable path.

“All those born, who will be Hamato, gain power.”

“That doesn’t sound genetic…”

“It’s not.” 

You opened your eyes and thought tangentially toward the ceiling.

“That is the destiny. Access to such power differs. One finds that in the living. In not living for oneself. For another.”

“When you saved me.”

He took a deep breath to build up his churring.

“Our baby…”

“Protecting the whole above oneself.”

You remembered the blinking slice filling up. “Donnie… do you…?”

There was a glittering dance of purple in your periphery before you registered what it was. 

Your head came down and the entire room had changed.

It was a veritable mess, but the contents sent your heart straight into your throat.

Across nearly every inch of your apartment were ninpo constructions of baby things.

Blocks scattered on your moved coffee table.

Mechanical toys littered the floor.

Baby bottles, little plates, tinier utensils, and a drying rack that was barely utilized coated your kitchen.

A crib sat off to the side where you hadn’t moved the dresser yet from where you wanted to put it.

You didn’t realize you were suffocating Donnie until his churr hiccupped.

“Ah! Sorry!” You sent shiny eyes toward him.

He looked up at you with the same.

“This-!”

“For you.”

He looked down at your belly and snuggled up against it.

“Both of you.”

You shot forward to hug as much of him as you could.

You ended up folding over him and he languished under the pressure. “Here for each other.”

You loosened a little to view him.

“Always.”

You pulled him up for a kiss.

He relented and there was a bursting of pixels as the constructs dissolved.

They sparkled around you as you parted.

You shared a look and he leaned up into you without melding your lips again.

You lingered in his space.

You shared it long enough that one of his hands came around to settle on your belly.

“Well, papà…?”

You felt him startle.

You stroked down his cheek to tell him whatever he wanted to go by was fine.

He churred against your hand.

“You’ll take good care of us?”

He grinned so brightly you had to wince against the shine.

He stole a kiss while you were blinded.

You settled against him and between breaths managed, “And we’ll do the same for you.” He nodded his faith and pulled you closer.

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[mar3ggiata]

the night of the tarantula - 2

simon riley x oc

tw: violence, death, pregnancy, mafia, miscarriage, terrorism

'Swinging by my neck from the family tree.'

'What have you done to her?'

Laswell's presence felt like a warm hug. She stormed in the interrogation room to find her precious trainee Eva tied to a chair, on the verge of tears, back hunched foreword in sorrow. 'Why the hell is she tied to the chair, for Christ's sake!' She repressed a smile, things were starting to turn for her. Laswell was protecting, more than anything she was understanding and smart. She knew why she did what she did, she had listened when she told her how things worked in Italy, she had done her research. She was smart, unlike the men in the room. And Grace. Grace was the stupidest of all.

'Untie her, now.' She demanded. Like some kind of sick joke, it was Ghost she gestured to, to go take off her handcuffs. She kept her eyes on Laswell, but saw him in her peripheral, moving towards her. She moved in the chair to show her hands. His heart ached a little, seeing her wrists red, the metal cuffs digging into her skin. You did this to yourself, Eva. It was weird, thinking about her with a different name. A different sound. He tried to avoid touching her while removing the cuffs, not to make her think he was on her side. Never again. Laswell circled the table to come close to her. She was rubbing her right wrist. He heard her whisper something to calm Eva down, along the lines of 'it's gonna be fine', or 'you're not in trouble'. He watched Eva's expression, it didn't change. She was serious and unbreakable, she wasn't scared, she wasn't worried at all. He tried to read her lips. 'I am not in contact…' she whispered, Price stepped in.

'Hey, OI!' His fist connected to the table, making the two women turn their heads. 'What do you think you're doing? You're under federal investigation Eva, do you understand that?!' He raised his voice. Eva's lips turned in a weird, sick grin, a smile? She sat silent in her chair, while Laswell was scolding the captain for being rude and unconsiderate.

Simon wanted to yell at her. He wanted to grab her chin, make her look at him and ask her why. Why? Why me, why did you do that to me? Who are you, what are you doing in this country? All you said, was it a lie? All you told me about your past, a lie? Why did you tell me, then? Why me?

The girl looked down at her hands while Laswell, his captain and the General spoke. Once he started looking at her he really could not stop. His eyes were glued to her face, her hands, her posture, he could not do any different. She looked tired, she looked pale, the dark makeup around her eyes lightly smeared on the skin below her lower lashes. She was sweating. And she didn’t look his way, why?!? Don’t you care?! Not even to look my way?

‘Okay, Eva…’ Laswell turned around, ‘… It’s not gonna be easy…’ She continued, he still didn’t take his eyes off her. ‘The past few weeks have been hard for your family in Italy, Tania, your mom…’, she pressed her palms to the table, ‘…your sister Maria and the rest of the clan, they’re suspecting an attack from the Caseranos, from Carmine.’ She explained, keeping her tone of voice low, calm and collected. This was nothing new to Eva. With the Caseranos’ leader in prison Carmine was going to step up, and what did Carmi want more than anything? Revenge. And money and control and what did he need to achieve that? That her family stopped interfering with his business, her family’s death possibly. Her, most of all he wanted her dead. For good reason.

Kate took another deep breath. Eva was sitting so tense and still on the chair Simon could swear she was made of stone. She looked like a painting. 'We have proof Italian special forces are preparing an intervention towards your family, towards their business with prostitution and migrant smuggling to be exact, which I'm sure you are familiar with.'

The words washed over Simon like icy water. Prostitution and migrant smuggling business Eva was familiar with... Who the actual fuck was this woman...

'At the same time, violence grows in the other clan, and its effects on the populations in Naples are terrifying. We would like...'

Price interrupted the woman with a cough. She resumed, but with sorrow in her eyes.

'We are offering a bargain. Either you cooperate, you work with us in Italy and you help us by infiltrating you own family, I guess, going undercover and helping with the investigation... It would lead with a trial for your mom and uncle, and sister too, along with all the associates...'

Eva slowly shook her head, a ringing in her ear making it almost impossible to make out what Laswell was saying. You don't get it...

'...And you get to stop the Caseranos too, their control over the northern neighbourhoods has become a dictatorship, people live in fear and -'

'What's the second option?' Eva asked.

Laswell's eyebrows raised, slightly shocked at her sudden request. Simon felt rage burning up in his chest, the last residues of hope for the girl long gone. She wouldn't comply.

'There would be an investigation carried out on you, Eva.' She declared, arms crossed over her chest. 'You'd be charged with participation in transnational organised crime.'

‘Dai… resta’, another kiss, wet and hot against my neck. I do my best to wiggle out his grip, giving I’m stronger than him I am soon on my feet. He protests some more, asking me to spend the night, but I’m already pulling my shirt on my body. It really is a chore, spending time with him. I liked him before, but that was what, a year ago? Now… it's work… It takes me another 15 minutes to get fully dressed and get him out of bed. The night is calm, it's warm outside. The sky looks smooth like a soft blanket, like it's shielding me from something evil coming from the outside. Swinging my legs over the window, Genny gives me a kiss goodnight. I hate every second of it. I don't like his hands, I don't like his arms, he just got a tattoo and it looks very bad. I don't like his eyes, I know he'll look at my ass while I walk away. I don't like how he tastes cause he smokes a lot with his older brother. I don't like the sound of his voice when he says that I'm his.

I jumped out the window cause his parents can't know we're together. Nobody really knows except for my mom and uncle. It was their idea. Genny was the cool kid at my school, he's a year older than me, he's 19. I've always liked him really, he's fit and he has a cool bike. Many of us have bikes, but his just looks better. Genny's brother is called Carmine, he's much worse. He's taller, he's quite big. Everyone knows he's in the clan and he's gonna be in charge on day. Their dad is the leader of their clan. They deal with the northern part of Naples, we're not really allowed to go there, like ever. They'll kill us. By 'we' I mean me and my sister Maria.

My sister never really worked for our mom, she's a normal child, she plays tennis. She's good at school. I would loooove to be as good as her, I recently found out I quiet like reading. I read this book called Fairy Oak, about two fairy sisters. I don't really have time to read these days cause I work so much. My uncle does my homework. I can't get bad grades cause my teachers are all scared of my family. I can't fail cause I'm who I am. I know it's kinda unfair, but with all the work I do for mom, I really don't have time to study…

I started working when I was really young, I think I was 10. My uncle told me he saw me playing with bullets on the kitchen floor as a baby and he knew I would be a good fit for the family. I start at 3pm. I have a route I need to follow and people to meet. They gave me money, which I have to count and then I give them drugs. I don't know a lot about cocaine, I know you snort it and it's 50euros per bag. I have pills, I have marijuana, but only on the weekend, business is slow on weekdays. Sometimes adults try to fool me, I have a knife for when that happens. I don't like hurting people, but what can I do? I mean, I go around with this backpack full of fucking drugs and I'm not even 18, I need to make sure they respect me, and not just for who my mom is… Is it wrong i even kinda like it when they’re frightened? I like how it makes me feel, you know, their fear… It's like I'm in charge, I'm the adult, I can hurt them if I want to or if they piss me off.

Anyways…

Carmine, Genny's brother, killed my brother. It happened two years ago. I don't remember much, Maria says it's cause it was traumatic for the whole family. In a shooting, he died. But I know Carmine did it. He did it so my family wouldn't have a leader, cause he was a boy and he was gonna lead after my father's passing. So, you may ask, why are you dating the brother of the kid that killed your brother? Well. I am gathering intel, as mom says. Things didn't go as expected for the Caseranos. When my brother died they thought we didn't have a leader. My mom stepped in, she was one of the first female clan leaders. I was the next in line. When it comes to revenge, people in the mafia don't mess around. Hey, maybe it's an Italian thing, we're passionate about things, family and traditions are important for us. I was in a relationship with Carmine's brother and, by visiting where they operated, what their deals were and with who, I got intel for my mom. I knew when they left their house, when their parents weren't around. How to get in, get out, where they kept money...

I found out their mom was pregnant. I found out when she was at 2 months, I waited till she was 7. A beautiful, healthy baby mafia boy. I knew the times she usually went to church alone, their dad had business to attend. I knew which car she took. They killed my brother so we wouldn't have a leader, so the name of the Dalla Rocca would be forgotten, our legacy erased.

By the time the firefighters arrived at the scene, the bomb had already destroyed the car and set fire to the shop it was parked in front of. People were trying to get Carmine's mom out. The baby's vitals were weak when they measured them in the ambulance. During the ultrasound, they didn't find a heartbeat.

I killed Carmine's brother before he was even born.

Revenge is a dance. Is to be expected, follows you like a shadow. And for us, in the Camorra, rules don't apply, only the ones we create. The law follows our wishes. We shape justice how's more convenient to us.

Once you're in, you'll never be out. You can try and escape, run and hide, pretend it doesnt exist. It does.

And it'll find you.

notes: back from the dead with this heavy thing!!! I am again studying like crazy but the story is planned out (kinda) and it will be published. everything I say about southern italian mafia organisations is researched, I do criminology and I've studied these type of organisations and the social response/legal side of it

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[rosenclaws]

Can i also have one for Charlie Keaton with this smut prompt “I was good while you were gone! I didn’t even touch myself.” ?

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, fem!reader, fingering, dirty talk, blow job, dom charlie.

a/n: ty for submitting a prompt!! Sorry it took so long asdlf;kh

wc: 608

600 follower drabble masterlist

Charlie was got home much later than intended. A bot fight across the state took longer than he thought it would. Plus traffic was a real bitch. But he won and him and Max had a great time. He glances at his phone and sees a text from you as he drops Max off.

Miss you :(

Man does Charlie miss you too. He can't wait to get back to you. His pants grow tighter as he drives home, his mind thinking of you and the...celebration that was to come.

"Baby?" He calls as he steps through the door.

"Charlie!" Your head peeks out from the bedroom, a tired but happy look on your face. He wastes no time throwing his things to the floor and hurrying over to hug you. His arms feel nice and warm as you finally get to kiss your boyfriend.

"Missed you so much baby." Charlie purrs as he sees the loose pajamas you have on. His hand playing with the hem of your shorts.

"I missed you too." Your hands rest on his chest, unbuttoning the top of his shirt to reveal his bare chest.

“I was good while you were gone! I didn’t even touch myself.” Your lips form a small pout as you slip into the submissive role.

Had it not been so long you would have waited but you just can't, you need him now. Charlie groans as he slips his hand down your shirts, the lack of underwear incredibly clear.

"Good girl," He praises as he slowly slips two of his fingers into your cunt.

"So wet baby, you think of me while I was away?" He teases as you melt under his touch.

"Yes, the whole time you were gone." You sigh as your head falls onto his shoulder.

He coos mockingly as he continues to pump his fingers into your cunt. Bringing you to the bed where he lays down and brings you with him.

"I think you deserve a reward for being such a good listener." Charlie's thumb comes to rub against your clit. You're squirming against his hand as the pleasure rocks your body. You want more, grinding your hips against his rough hand.

"That's it baby, fuck yourself on my fingers." He watches his hand move under your shorts, enjoying the absolutely sexy scene in front of him. Your back rubs against his clothed cock and he groans at the friction. He whispers sweet praises until he feels you come on his hand.

"That's it, just relax." He hums as you claw at the sheets, one of his arms resting on your stomach to hold you close.

"Fuck Charlie, missed you so much." You whine as he stops his movements.

To your disappointment he pulls his fingers out. He sticks them in his mouth and groans at the taste, if he wasn't so impatient he'd spend all night between your thighs.

"Feel good baby?" He asks as he gently kisses your forehead. You nod eagerly, turning to sit on your hands and knees. He watches with curiosity as you unbuckle his pants and pull his cock free.

"You won your match," You purr as your hand warps around his cock. He puts his hands behind his head and grins as your tongue teases his cock.

"Wanna make you happy." Charlie groans as your lips wrap around the tip.

His hand coming to the back of your head and shoving it down, you choke slightly but moan at his dominance. You glance up and see his eyes growing darker, a smirk on his face.

"Get to work baby, we have all night to celebrate."

[zoesshortstories]

The Party (Fancy Pants chapter one)

Words: 2.3k

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x actress!fem!oc Ava Radmall

Thanks to Cam, Paige and Ava meet and have an instant connection. Slow burn and rising tension, mutual pining but idiots who won't admit feelings.

TW: discussion of religion (Christianity)

Paige

I answer the knock at the door since Cam is busy with other hostess duties. It’s 8:15 pm and her house and yard is already bustling with people. Her holiday parties are always a hit. 

On the other side is a woman with big beautiful brown eyes and long swooping brown hair partially held back in a clip. Her face is practically glowing in the light, but I’m sure she’d look angelic in the dark too. 

“Hi, I’m Ava” she says and reveals almost perfectly straight and white teeth with a smile. She reaches her right hand out to shake mine. It makes my fingertips buzz. 

“I’m Paige.” I muster and return her smile, coming to my senses. I step to the side so she can come in and try not to stare as she slips off her big black scarf shawl to reveal that her long red longsleeve dress she’s wearing has an open back. I can’t help that my eyes linger on the curve of her spine that practically points down to the way the fabric gracefully gathers at her hips before flowing to her ankles. 

She must notice me staring because she says, “It’s from Reformation.” 

“Uh, what?” I say, feeling caught in the act.

“My dress, silly.” She says with a smile and then Cam comes up to hug her from behind. Cam is still a good height taller than her despite Ava’s sleek black heels. 

“Ugh it’s so good to see you!” Cam squeals when she releases Ava from her grasp. 

“Oh my gosh I know! I’m so glad I made it back from Montana in time. It was snowing so bad that when they delayed my flight I thought they were gonna cancel it and I was so worried!” 

She goes to hug Cam again and they sway back and forth. 

Eventually Cam seems to remember I’m here too and introduces us, despite remarking it looks like we’ve already met. 

“We were roommates at Stanford,” Cam mentions. That helps me bridge the gap as to why the Ava Radmall was here. An on the rise star currently in the middle of her huge rise to fame. I don’t know how she has enough hours in a day or days in a year to be the love interest in the next Marvel movie and the funniest character in the latest season of Wednesday. Not that I was paying too much attention to what she was doing, it’s just hard not to hear her name thrown around. 

“You already know Paige’s a rookie on the team, but come and I’ll introduce you to the rest of them out back!” Cam exclaims and they walk through the party arm in arm. I decide to walk behind them. 

We reach her backyard with the pool and the high top standing tables. Ava gracefully shakes everyone’s hand and then Cam points her to the open bar. 

“I’ll have a dirty Shirley, please.” She asks the bartender as I stand next to her. 

“Ooh make that two please.” I add. “Another dirty Shirley fan, that’s kind of rare.” 

“Yeah well I had a 24-48 rule and Cam’s season didn’t align with mine so I figured why not just add alcohol to my go-to?” 

“Oh what sport did you play?” I ask. This makes her even more interesting. An athlete? 

“Soccer. Midfield.” She answers as our drinks are placed. We thank the bartender and head back to the team, continuing our small talk. 

Ava

When I step into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water (and maybe to check out the snacks Cam didn’t put out for the party), I can feel Paige following behind me.

It brought me this warm feeling. I’m excited to talk to her again, especially outside of the group setting. There’s something about her that I can’t put my finger on but that’s so compelling to me. 

“I like your necklace,” she nods towards the pearly white cross outlined in shiny gold that has hung from my neck everyday since my mom gave me the it when I was sixteen. Some days I wore it more for her than for its meaning. 

Then I get to watch unabashedly as her slender fingers dip into her crisp white dress shirt. She pulls out a plain silver cross of her own to show me, like it’s our little secret. 

“How long have you been a Christian?” She asks, looking like she’s burning this memory into her brain. 

“I was raised Presbyterian but had a bit of a hard time in high school before coming back to it.” I responded. The alcohol flowing through my veins seemed to have made me extra talkative since I normally wouldn’t even say that much to someone I just met. It took me two years to tell Cam that and we were roommates practically glued to the hip. 

Paige doesn’t say anything but her face looks like she understands. Before my mind convinces me not to, I open my mouth to speak again. 

“Can you keep a secret?” I ask and she says yes both quietly and with her full chest. We both lean slightly closer and I drop my voice. “Well it’s not really a secret, most real people in my life know, but I’m not like out out. But I’m not really in either. So just like please don’t go running right to the media about it.” 

Her blue eyes bore into mine and she crosses her heart, zips her lips, and throws the key behind her back. The gesture of it all makes me giggle.

For some reason it makes me suddenly shy about telling her my “secret.” I take a sip of my drink. She quirks her eyebrow asking if I’m going to just finally tell her. 

“I’m gay or something,” I say and wave my hands around.

“Or something?” 

“Not really or something, I’m just gay got nervous.”

She laughs. The sound does something to me that’s more intoxicating than any drink a bartender could make.

“Well can I tell you a secret that’s also not really a secret?” 

I nod.

“I’m gay too.” 

For some reason when she says this it makes me smile. She’s trying to ease my nerves and relate. Although she hasn’t spoken on it publicly, it definitely did not seem like a secret. Especially considering how hot she looked in her dress shirt and navy pants, it would be a shame if she wasn’t at least a little bit gay. 

For another (maybe related) reason it makes my whole body feel warmer than it normally does when I drink. It’s like my Asian flush acting double.

“And what about your faith?” I ask. Now it’s her turn to take a sip of her own drink, but she finds it empty and I don’t stop her when she reaches for mine. I’m either way past my limit or there’s something about Paige that’s knocking all my walls down. I don’t want to tell her my classic charming stories, I want to tell her the truth.

“Also raised in the church.” She nods her head down but brings her eyes back up to you. “Never had a problem with my faith and sexuality though. I pretty much knew I liked women since I knew what a woman was.” 

“How?” I ask. 

“How did I know I was gay?” She asks, although it’s clear she knows what I’m asking about. I purse my lips and she leans back from the counter to hold her hands up in fake surrender. “Aight I’m just playing. My parents probably knew before I did but definitely before I told them, and I think because of that they were always very strong on teaching me my faith is between me and God and that He made me in His image as His child just the way I am.” 

“That’s beautiful, Paige.” I say and my eyes start to feel a little more teary than when our conversation started. 

“You alright, Ma?” She asks and places a warm hand on my shoulder, her pinky finger falling off the fabric of my dress and making contact with my skin. Her hand is warm and yet it still sends a shiver through my body that I try my best to resist.

“Oh yeah sorry that’s embarrassing,” I gush. “I think it’s just a sign I’m reaching the end of my night.” 

I place my glass in the sink and make my way towards the hidden stairwell in the side of the kitchen. 

“Where are you going, Ava?” Paige asks and I turn on the second step to look at her. 

“I always crash in Cam’s guest room after these parties.” I notice the crinkle in Paige’s brow this seems to cause so I keep going. “don’t worry I always do this so she knows, we like to debrief in the morning. What’s a night out without a roomie debrief?” 

“No it’s not that, it’s just I thought I was staying in her guest room.” 

I pause for a second before turning back to the stairs. “Don’t worry, I’m not a cuddler.” I tell her and continue unbothered on my way. 

Paige

When Cam knocks on the door the next morning I feel like she’s hitting me directly in the head. I roll back over and ignore it, glad we’re in the off season.

But when the door opens I hear the covers shift next to me as someone sits up. 

Ava. 

I fully lean into this whole fake sleeping thing as I eavesdrop on their conversation. But some nagging questions are coming back to me. Did I sleep with Ava Radmall? In Cameron’s guest room? At her holiday party? No. I must have more class than that, right? And I sure hope I would remember if that ever did happen.

“So are you gonna let me in bed so we can debrief?” Cam asks. 

“Just a second let me sit up.” Ava says and I hear her yawn. “Wait a second. If you’re wearing your Sparks sweatshirt, then whose am I wearing?” 

So that’s where my sweatshirt went. I had come back a few hours later than Ava had and patted down the armchair I thought I tossed it on but couldn’t find it. I was drunk enough to leave it to the morning, I guess. 

Cam gasps and I can only imagine her eyes going wide with it. 

“Paige!” 

“Huh?” I mumble and turn over to face them. 

Somehow this sends Cam into a fit of laughter and she’s leaning her hands against her knees with tears in her eyes before she speaks again. 

“I totally forgot that I said you could stay in my guest room and that Ava was coming! I’m so sorry guys,” she says. 

Ava pokes me in the arm. “Scoot over so Cam can cuddle up for the debrief.” She commands and so I listen. 

She props her pillow against the headboard and sits up, lifting up the comforter so Cam can get in too. I scoot to the edge and turn on my stomach to face them, remaining horizontal. 

I let the two of them chit chat away about Cam’s last few weeks of off season and her wedding planning, followed by Ava’s two weeks shooting in Montana and her plans for flying her mom out here for Christmas. Then they get around to debriefing what happened at the party. At multiple points in Cam’s story about one of her fiancé’s friends jumping fully clothed into the pool, Ava’s jaw drops. At the punchline she throws her head back and lets out a deep belly laugh that gets Cam laughing too. 

I smile at the sight of Ava and her laugh instead of laughing at Cam’s story that I wasn’t listening to in the first place. In the morning LA light her hair looks more golden bronze than the brown it was last night. It’s barely messed up from sleeping because she didn’t move once. Her bare skin was bright without her makeup, and I could see the tiny marks on her face that only made it more interesting. I want to memorize them. Then she tucks her hair behind her ears, exposing her neck, and against my better judgement I allow myself to imagine the sweet taste of her skin and what it would be like if she let me leave a mark. 

Ava leans into Cam’s shoulder and sighs. 

“I missed you. We need to hang out more.” 

“I so agree.” Cam says. “It’s both terrible and great we tend to be busy at the same time.”

“I’m pretty free in January. Not even press outside of LA.” Ava says and Cam seems to squeal again. 

“I better get back,” She says and peels out from under the covers. Cam starts talking to me as I try not to look at Ava’s pretty long legs as she looks for her dress on the ground. Her black seamless underwear has lacy sides that hug her hips just right. It looks so effortless, because of course Ava Radmall would look so fucking fantastic in her underwear, but I have this sneaking suspicion she worked to find the fit because it’s almost too good. 

She finds the dress and pulls it over her hips and then up under the sweatshirt, which she tosses off and onto me. 

Then the three of us make our way downstairs, hug Cam goodbye, and make our ways to our cars parked next to each other somehow on the curb. 

“Hey, thanks for letting me borrow your sweatshirt. And sorry for borrowing your sweatshirt.” Ava says as she opens the door, standing in the crease. I unlock my own car and turn to her.

“Hey anytime. See ya around, Ava.” 

“Goodbye, Paige.” 

[fallen-abel]

So able what do you think about the Hotel?

Abel: *looks around* This place looks nice.

Charlie: *sees a new sinner* HI!!! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!! *takes a closer look* Wait…ABEL?! What are you doing here?! AND ADAM?! *noticed his smaller abdomen* Did you give birth?!

Abel: *looks uneasy*

Adam: *holds Abel close, unable to talk*

Lucifer: Charlie, sweetie, we need to have a talk.

Charlie: *sensing the tension* Oh yeah! Sure! Absolutely. I’ll uh…take you to my office!

The tension in the air was thick as Charlie guided the group into her office. The room was cozy and inviting, with warm lighting and mismatched furniture. Abel glanced around uneasily, still processing everything that had happened since his fall. Adam stayed close to him, his protective instincts kicking in, while Lucifer looked ashamed.

Charlie: *cheerfully, though her voice was tinged with nervousness* Alright! So, uh, what’s going on? Abel, why are you here? And Adam, did you really—?

Lucifer: Sweetheart, let’s take this one step at a time. There’s… a lot to unpack here.

Charlie nodded, sitting down behind her desk and gesturing for the others to take a seat. Abel hesitated but eventually settled into a chair, Adam sitting protectively beside him. Lucifer remained standing.

Lucifer: *with a sigh* First, Abel. As you’ve probably figured out, he’s… fallen. Heaven has cast him out.

Charlie: *eyes widening* What?! Why? Abel, what happened?

Abel: *looking down, his voice barely above a whisper* I… broke a law. I snuck my father into Heaven because he was hurt and pregnant. But now, it’s all gone. My wings, my halo, my place in Heaven.

Charlie’s heart broke at the pain in Abel’s voice. She reached out, placing a comforting hand on his arm.

Charlie: I’m so sorry, Abel. That’s horrible. But you’re safe now, okay? We’ll figure this out.

Abel nodded weakly, but his expression was still haunted. Lucifer’s gaze softened slightly as he watched his son, but he quickly turned his attention to Adam.

Lucifer: And Adam… You gave birth in Heaven, didn’t you?

Adam’s jaw tightened, his hand clutching Abel’s shoulder protectively. For a moment, it seemed like he wouldn’t respond, but then he let out a shaky breath.

Adam: I did. Sera… she took them from me. Said a sinner like me didn’t deserve to raise Heaven’s children. She sent me back to Hell after they were born.

Charlie: *horrified* She what?! That’s awful!

Adam’s grip on Abel tightened, his voice breaking as he continued.

Adam: I didn’t even get to hold them. I don’t know where they are, if they’re safe… And now Abel’s here. I failed him, too. I failed all of them.

Abel: *turning to Adam, his voice firm despite the tremble* No. You didn’t fail me. You’re my dad. You raised me, you loved me. That’s more than I could have ever asked for.

Adam’s eyes filled with tears, and he pulled Abel into a tight hug. Charlie watched them, her own eyes misty, before looking at Lucifer.

Lucifer: And this will be a kicker…Abel is your half brother Charlie.

Charlie: And Abel… he’s my half- brother?

Lucifer: *nodding, his voice steady but tinged with regret* Yes. Abel was born human more than 10,000 years ago. Adam is his biological father, but I carried him. When he was born, I left him with Adam and Eve to be raised on Earth. It was… easier that way.

Abel: *looking up at Lucifer* I…I’ve always known…

Adam: How? I never said anything!

Abel: You didn’t. Ma— I mean, Eve did. Many years ago. Said that I deserved to know.

Lucifer: *expression softened* I’ve regretted leaving you ever since. But I thought it was the best thing for you—to grow up human, away from the chaos of my life. Away from Hell.

Abel stared at him, a mixture of emotions swirling in his eyes. Before he could respond, Charlie spoke up, her tone gentle but determined.

Charlie: Okay, this is a lot. But we’re all here now, and we’re going to figure this out together. Abel, you’re family. And Adam, you’re family, too. You don’t have to go through this alone anymore.

Adam and Abel both nodded, their expressions softening at Charlie’s kindness. Lucifer stepped closer, placing a hand on Abel’s shoulder, his golden eyes filled with a rare warmth.

Lucifer: She’s right. Whatever happens next, we’ll face it together. You’re not alone, Abel.

Abel: *reaches up and hugs Lucifer* Thank you…

Lucifer: *relaxes in his hold and returns the hug*

Charlie: Wow! I’ve always wanted siblings! And now I have 3 in less than a year! This is beautiful! *starts crying in Adam’s chest*

Adam: *feeling awkward* Whoa! Off! Get off!