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readingkitty22 · 2 days ago

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Full-Court Claim

pairing: Alpha Basketball Star! Suguru Geto x Omega Cheerleader! Reader

description: Suguru Geto is a quiet, low-key Alpha with a killer three-point shot and a growing obsession with the Omega cheerleader. She’s sweet, smart, and somehow completely unaware that the entire campus is half in love with her, especially him. What starts as a simple class project spirals into movie nights, walking her home, shared hoodies, and feelings too big to keep buried. Now he just has to confess before his best friend Gojo does it for him.

College AU. Omegaverse. Soft, slow burn. One hoodie, one Alpha, and one very smitten Omega.

⚠️ Warnings: Omegaverse dynamics (scenting, no heats/ruts), suggestive content, language, brief objectifying comment, emotional vulnerability, college setting, Gojo being chaotic

w.c. 5.3k

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The lecture hall was as packed as always, the quiet hum of students finishing notes and packing up for the day filling the air. You gathered your things, the stress of the midterm week still lingering in your shoulders, but the buzz of the class around you didn’t bother you. You were used to the bustle of campus life, always moving from one thing to the next.

Until Professor Yaga called out the names for project partners.

“Y/N and Suguru Geto,” he said, his voice calm but cutting through the low murmurs in the room.

You looked up, slightly surprised. Geto? You knew him, of course. Everyone knew him. The basketball star. Calm, quiet, and somehow always in control. You hadn’t spoken much to him, mostly exchanged brief glances across the campus, maybe a “hello” after a game or two.

But now? Now you were paired for a project. You blinked as you scanned the room for him.

He was leaning back in his chair, casually flipping through a textbook. His gaze met yours, but it was steady, unbothered. There was no smirk or obvious recognition , just a simple acknowledgment. He wasn’t staring at you, wasn’t giving you any of the attention you were so used to getting from others. You felt a small flicker of confusion.

You grabbed your bag and made your way over to him, ready to dive into the usual awkward exchange of “let’s get this over with.”

“Uh, hey,” you said, offering a small smile as you stood next to his desk.

He glanced up from his book, his eyes locking with yours, and there was that familiar warmth in his gaze. He didn’t speak right away, just gave a small, casual nod.

“Hey,” he replied, his voice smooth and easy, like it was the most natural thing in the world to be talking to you. No nerves. No effort.

You blinked, surprised at his calmness. Usually, alphas were all about making themselves known around you, flirty or trying to impress. Geto didn’t seem interested in that.

“So, uh,” you started, your hand shifting the papers in your grip. “How do you want to do this? Project?”

He shifted slightly in his seat, the faintest curve of his lips showing as he spoke. “We can meet up tomorrow. I’ve got practice, but after that, I’m free. How about you?”

His voice was low and easy, and even though you’d never had a conversation with him like this before, there was something almost... reassuring about the way he spoke. Calm. Collected. He wasn’t rushing. Not pushing anything.

“Sounds good,” you said, a little thrown off by how easy he was to talk to.

You turned to leave, but as you walked away, you couldn’t shake the feeling that his eyes were still on you. You glanced back briefly, only to find that Geto was looking down at his book again, no obvious sign of interest on his face.

Maybe this project won't be too bad.

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Geto’s POV:

She’s gone. Just like that.

Suguru sat still for a moment, his gaze on the desk in front of him, though his mind was a thousand miles away. He couldn’t help it, his thoughts were still swirling around you.

The way your cheer uniform had shifted as you moved. The way you looked so effortlessly comfortable in it, like you didn’t even realize how everyone’s eyes followed you when you entered the room.

You probably don’t realize how much attention you get.

But even if you didn’t, it was like the room still noticed you. And maybe, just maybe, he did too but he wasn’t about to let it show. Geto had no interest in adding to the chaos of your life. You were the popular cheerleader, the one everyone knew and admired, and he? Well, he was just Geto.

He exhaled softly, leaning back in his chair as he gathered his thoughts. There was something different about you, though.

You didn’t act like others. You didn’t flirt, didn’t seem to notice how many alphas were always around, trying to get close. You were quiet about it, more focused on other things. The kind of person who didn’t need constant validation.

He had to admit, it made him want to know you more. But at the same time, he didn’t want to make things complicated.

She’s probably not even aware of the way her scent drifts through the air. It’s almost distracting.

He shook his head slightly, trying to push the thought out of his mind. He was supposed to be focusing on the project. Not on how her scent lingered in the room even after she left.

But damn, it was hard to concentrate when everything about her felt so... quietly perfect.

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You glanced at your phone as you stood outside the campus apartments, shifting your tote bag to your other shoulder. The hoodie you’d thrown over your light knit tank and pleated skirt wasn’t doing much against the night chill, but you hadn’t thought much about it when you left. You hadn’t expected to feel nervous either.

Geto: Sorry it’s late. Practice ran long. You okay meeting at my place? Promise it’s quiet.

The door swung open before you could knock twice. Geto stood there, damp hair curling against his jaw, wearing a plain black sweatshirt and soft gray joggers that hung low on his hips. He looked relaxed,maybe too relaxed for how fast your heart suddenly beat.

“Hey,” he said, stepping back to let you in. “Sorry again. I figured the library would be packed, and I didn’t think a coffee shop at 10 p.m. sounded great.”

You stepped into the apartment and paused, caught off guard.

The place was spotless. Shoes lined up neatly by the door, surfaces dusted, books stacked like he actually used them. A soy candle flickered on a shelf, and a fuzzy black throw blanket was folded perfectly across the back of the couch.

“This is... not what I was expecting,” you said, toeing off your shoes.

Geto laughed under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck. “What, were you picturing pizza boxes and protein powder everywhere?”

“Honestly? Yeah. And maybe a basketball wedged into the couch cushions.”

“Check Gojo’s room for that,” he muttered.

“Gojo?”

“My roommate. He’s... hard to explain. Not home tonight though. You’re safe.”

You laughed softly and followed him to the living room, where he already had a laptop and a stack of printouts set up on the coffee table.

“Tea? Water?” he asked, heading toward the kitchen.

“I’m good, thank you,” you said, pulling your own laptop out as you sat cross-legged on the couch, hoodie slipping slightly off your shoulder. You caught him glance over and quickly look away.

The next hour passed surprisingly fast. You hadn’t expected him to be so focused, or so sharp. He broke down the project proposal with clean logic and careful pacing, asking your opinion but never talking over you. Every time you made a point, he actually listened — not just nodded like most people did.

“You’re really smart,” you said halfway through, before thinking.

He looked up, caught off guard. “Uh. Thanks.”

You laughed. “I just mean, you’re known for basketball and, you know, looking kind of intimidating.”

“I read,” he said, lips twitching in a half smile. “And I’ve been carrying this GPA since before coach recruited me, so... I like to surprise people.”

You smiled back and nudged him with your knee. “Well, consider me surprised.”

By the time you finished the outline and started assembling sources, the majority of the work was already done. You glanced at the time and winced.

“Midnight,” you sighed. “I didn’t even realize.”

“You walking back?” he asked instantly, brows lifting.

“Yeah, it’s not far—”

“No way,” he said, already grabbing his keys. “I’m walking you. Don’t argue.”

You blinked. “You really don’t have to—”

“If I don’t, I’ll sit here and picture the worst-case scenario until morning. So let’s just avoid that.”

Your breath caught slightly, the honesty of it catching you off guard.

“Alright,” you said softly. “Thanks.”

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The night was calm, the path lit in pale gold by campus lights. Your shoulder brushed his once, and you both paused slightly, then didn’t move apart again.

“Your apartment’s really cozy,” you said.

He glanced at you. “Thanks. I get weird about keeping things neat.”

“It suits you.”

“You don’t even know me,” he said, but his voice was quiet. A little hopeful.

You shrugged. “Not really. But I’m starting to.”

The silence stretched, not awkward - just full of things neither of you were saying. When you got to your dorm, he stopped at the bottom step.

“I’ll wait until you’re inside,” he said.

You nodded, warmth blooming in your chest. “Thanks again, Geto.”

“It’s Suguru,” he said, eyes steady on yours. “You can call me that.”

You smiled. “Okay, Suguru. I’ll text you when I’m in.”

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Geto’s POV

If he hadn’t walked her, he wouldn’t have been able to sleep.

He knew himself well enough. He would’ve paced the apartment, checking his phone every five minutes, overthinking the decision until his stomach twisted. It wasn’t about whether she could handle herself. It was just... her.

He shoved his hands in his hoodie pocket, exhaling into the cool night.

She was wearing that skirt again. The one she sometimes wore to games. Casual, sweet, the kind of outfit that shouldn’t drive him crazy — but it did. And the hoodie was oversized, sleeves half-covering her hands, like she hadn’t even realized how damn cute she looked.

You’re just working on a project, he reminded himself.

But it didn’t feel like just that. Not with the way she smiled when he offered her tea. Not with the way she called him smart like it was something rare, something special.

And when she said his name ,not Geto, not “hey,” but Suguru , he had to swallow hard just to stop himself from smiling like an idiot.

He stared up at the stars again, breath forming faint clouds in the chill air.

God, I’m so far gone.

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You barely knocked before the door opened again, warm light spilling into the hallway and casting a glow behind Suguru’s tall frame.

“Hey,” he said, stepping aside. “You’re right on time.”

“Practice ran short. Coach let us out early,” you said, slipping inside and toeing off your sneakers. Your gym bag hit the floor with a soft thud. “Hope it’s okay I came straight from practice.”

“Totally fine,” he said, shutting the door behind you.

You tugged off your team jacket, revealing the soft cling of your cheer uniform underneath ,short pleated skirt still swaying faintly from the walk, sleeveless top hugging your figure in a way that made Suguru absolutely not look.

Except he did. Once. Quickly. And then he went straight to the kitchen like he hadn’t.

You felt his scent shift almost imperceptibly , not aggressive, not possessive. Just… stirred. There was a weight to the air that hadn’t been there the last time. It curled around the room gently, like his instincts were trying to buffer the space, make it comfortable for you. Or safe. Or maybe both.

“Water?” he offered, already reaching for a glass.

“Thanks,” you said, sitting down on the couch and folding your legs under you. Your muscles still buzzed from practice, your ponytail a little messy, cheeks slightly flushed. He handed you the glass, and when your fingers brushed, you caught something in his scent again — warmer now, more focused.

The two of you worked quietly again, but this time, the tension sat closer.

You were more aware of how close he sat beside you. How his thigh brushed yours every now and then. How every time he leaned forward to point something out on your screen, the scent of clean soap and alpha pressed around you like a soft hum under your skin.

It didn’t help that he was ridiculously composed. Patient, kind, smart and somehow still completely unaware of how attractive he was. That shouldn’t be allowed.

At one point, you caught yourself staring as he reread a passage from the article you’d pulled up, eyes narrowed slightly, the slope of his nose catching the soft light. He had no idea. Or maybe he did, and he was just good at pretending.

Either way, your heart wouldn’t calm down.

You cleared your throat. “Suguru?”

He looked up. “Hm?”

“Why are you helping me so much with this project? Like, I can tell you’re the smart one here.”

He blinked, then laughed a little under his breath. “I thought we were helping each other.”

You looked away, suddenly feeling very warm. “Yeah, I just… I don’t know. You’ve been nice.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment. Then, quietly, “I like when you’re here.”

Your breath caught, and for a second, neither of you looked at the screen.

Just at each other.

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He walked you back again, of course he did. By now, it felt more like a ritual than a courtesy.

“You don’t have to keep walking me,” you said as the wind pulled at your ponytail.

“I do,” he said without hesitation. “Because the one time I don’t, I’ll lose my mind worrying about it.”

Your heart fluttered for a very specific, dangerous reason.

When you reached your dorm, you lingered for a second longer than last time.

“Thanks, Suguru,” you said, voice soft. “Again.”

His eyes searched yours. “Always.”

You stepped inside, warmth blooming in your chest.

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Geto’s POV

Suguru closed the door behind him and leaned against it, exhaling like he’d just held his breath for a full mile.

The scent still lingered, her shampoo, the warm trace of Omega that had been way too strong.. Maybe it was practice that brought it out. Or maybe it was proximity. Maybe she was starting to feel it too.

He wasn’t going to assume. Couldn’t afford to. But the look she’d given him when he said he liked when she was there - yeah. That wasn’t nothing.

He was halfway to the fridge when Gojo’s bedroom door swung open and he wandered out, yawning, hair a mess.

Gojo sniffed the air once, twice, then froze dramatically in the middle of the kitchen.

“…Why does it smell like the pretty cheerleader Omega in here?”

Suguru blinked slowly. “Don’t.”

“Oh my god,” Gojo grinned. “You didn’t—”

“Gojo.”

“I leave you alone once and you turn this place into a nesting den—”

Suguru groaned and dropped his forehead against the fridge door.

“She came over to work on our project. That’s it.”

Gojo leaned on the counter, waggling his brows. “Does she know you’re practically feral over her?”

“I’m not—” He stopped, sighed, and opened the fridge like it held answers.

Gojo’s grin widened. “You so are.”

And Suguru, as usual, had no defense.

Because maybe he was.

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It started simple.

You found him sitting under one of the big sycamores on the quad, warm-up jacket unzipped, headphones hanging around his neck, brows furrowed over the textbook in his lap.

You plopped down beside him without warning, holding out a smoothie. “For pre-game carbs. It’s banana peanut butter.”

He blinked, surprised. Then his lips tugged up into a slow, warm smile. “You brought me a smoothie?”

You shrugged. “You said you get jittery before games.”

“I said Gojo gets jittery before games,” he said, amused, taking the drink anyway. “But thanks.”

You stretched your legs out in front of you, brushing invisible lint off your cheer skirt. It was game day after all, cropped top snug under your jacket, pleated skirt crisp and short, hair up with a ribbon that matched your school colors. You were used to people looking. But Suguru looked different. He never stared. He just… noticed.

“How’re you feeling?” you asked, glancing at him.

He sipped the smoothie and made a soft noise of approval. “Better now.”

And you didn’t look at each other for a second too long or anything, except… maybe you did.

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The team was stretching just outside the locker rooms when the opposing players started to file past. Most of them ignored your side. Except one.

Tall, sharp-featured, eyes raking across the gym like he owned it.

He paused when he spotted you, still in your cheer uniform, jacket unzipped, pom-poms in hand, and smirked.

“Damn,” he muttered to his teammate, “cheer squad over here built different. Bet that one’s real flexible.”

Gojo, passing by with a towel around his neck, froze mid-step. His eyes widened slightly.

“Ohh no,” he muttered under his breath. “That’s the dumbest thing you could’ve said today.”

Because Suguru was standing less than ten feet away.

And he heard it.

He didn’t move. Didn’t say a word. Just slowly looked up, eyes like black ice.

Gojo dragged a hand down his face. “Here we go.”

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You had no clue what had happened before the game started, just that Geto came out swinging.

Every movement was sharper, faster. Controlled, but with a precision that made your breath catch. He wasn’t just playing to win. He was obliterating.

And when the guy who made the comment tried to guard him?

Let’s just say he didn’t last long.

Gojo even called it from the court. “Oooh, somebody pissed him off before tip-off.”

You caught Suguru’s eyes once during a timeout. He didn’t smile. Just looked at you, intense and steady, and you felt that heat again low in your chest.

He was fired up. Because of you?

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You barely made it onto the court before he found you.

“Hey,” the guy from earlier said, stepping in close. “Didn’t get your name before the game. You free tonight?”

You blinked. “What?”

“You looked good out there,” he added, eyes not even trying to be respectful. “Could show you a better time than—”

“Back off.”

The voice behind you was cold enough to freeze the gym.

Suguru was standing just over your shoulder, sweat still slick at his collarbone, jaw tight.

“She’s not interested,” he said, calm but lethal. “Keep walking.”

The guy looked between you and Suguru sized him up — and clearly thought better of pushing it. He scoffed and turned away.

Suguru didn’t move until he was halfway down the tunnel.

You let out a shaky breath.

“Thank you,” you said, turning to him.

He met your eyes. “Didn’t like the way he was looking at you.”

Your heart jumped a little. “You saw that?”

He nodded. “He said something before the game, too.”

You frowned. “What did he say?”

Suguru’s eyes darkened. “Doesn’t matter. He’s not saying anything again.”

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This time, his hand didn’t just linger — it stayed. Resting warm on your lower back, grounding you in a way that made your pulse jump.

You walked quietly for a while. The campus was quiet. Soft wind pulling at your ribbon, your scent still sweet from adrenaline and heat.

“Do you always get that kind of attention after games?” he asked suddenly, voice quiet.

“Sometimes,” you admitted. “I don’t usually notice. I don’t pay much attention to that stuff.”

He glanced at you, something soft flickering behind his eyes. “You should. You don’t have to deal with that alone.”

Your throat tightened. You looked up at him, heart pounding.

“I like when you walk me home,” you said quietly.

He smiled. Just a little.

“I like walking you home.”

You paused at your dorm, just like always. But this time, something tugged you forward. He leaned down like it was instinct. And instead of a forehead kiss—

He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, breath ghosting against your hairline.

“Night, sweetheart,” he murmured.

You stood there for a second after he walked away, heart thundering in your chest.

This was definitely more than friendship now.

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Geto’s POV

The message was simple.

hey uhh I made way too much pasta and I have like zero self-control when it comes to eating alone… wanna help?

Suguru stared at the text longer than he should have, thumbs hovering over his screen.

be there in ten.

Her dorm was on the quieter side of campus, tucked on the second floor of a brick building lined with ivy. He knocked, expecting… he didn’t know, honestly. Something chill.

He did not expect to open the door and be hit with it.

Her scent.

Warm, sweet, soft at the edges, a little citrusy, a little vanilla, and undeniably Omega. He’d caught hints of it before, lingering in her clothes or trailing faintly when she left a room, but this was the full force of it.

It filled every corner. Blankets, clothes, the warm fog curling out from the kitchen. It wrapped around him like silk and punched every instinct he had directly in the chest.

She appeared from the kitchenette in sweats and a tank top, hair up, cheeks flushed from the stove heat.

“Hey,” she said, smiling like it wasn’t a crime. “Hungry?”

He was. But it wasn’t the food he was suddenly craving.

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Dinner was pasta and garlic bread on the couch, the kind of easy that didn’t need much talking. They flipped through movie options until she groaned and threw the remote at his lap.

“You pick. I’m indecisive and full of carbs.”

He chuckled, scrolled a bit, then clicked something low-stakes. a cheesy horror movie with bad effects and worse acting.

Half an hour in, her legs were draped across his lap.

Another ten minutes and she’d shifted sideways, leaning her shoulder into him, half-laughing, half-hiding at the dumb jumpscares.

His hand moved to the back of the couch. Not around her.

But when she leaned closer .head against his chest, the tiniest sigh slipping out. he let his arm fall behind her shoulders. Barely touching. Barely breathing.

Until she shifted again. Tugged the blanket higher. And tucked herself fully under his arm like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He felt her exhale. Settling.

And he just… melted.

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He walked in dazed.

Still warm, still scented, still playing the moment over in his head like a record stuck on loop. Her laugh, her hand brushing his knee, her temple against his ribs like she belonged there.

Gojo looked up from where he was doing absolutely nothing in the kitchen.

Paused.

Sniffed the air.

“Ohhh my God,” he said, eyes wide, grinning like a shark. “Did you roll around in her laundry basket or did she just crawl into your lap.wait, don’t tell me, I wanna guess—”

Suguru gave him a look that was supposed to be threatening, but it lacked the bite. Because he was smiling. He couldn’t not smile.

“You’re disgusting,” Suguru muttered.

“You’re in love,” Gojo sing-songed, flopping dramatically onto the couch. “Tell me she made you dinner. No,don’t. I’ll cry. I am crying. This is so domestic.”

“Shut up.”

“Oh, it’s so over for you, man. You’re gone. Whipped. She cuddled you, didn’t she?”

Geto didn’t answer.

Gojo shrieked into a throw pillow.

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The movie ends, the credits roll, and you’re already half-asleep.

You and Suguru have done this three nights in a row now. Dumb movies, takeout, sprawled across your dorm floor while your scent mixes lazily in the small space, cozy and slow and content. The project’s been done for weeks. There’s no reason to keep doing this.

Except neither of you ever mentions that.

You walk him to the door in your socks, arms folded tight over your chest. The hallway is cold. He notices.

He always notices.

Without a word, he pulls his hoodie off and drapes it over your shoulders like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Here,” he murmurs. “You’re freezing.”

You blink. “But you’ll be cold.”

“I’ll survive.”

The fabric’s warm, soft from wear. And it smells like him, a little sweat, a little cedarwood, something unmistakably Alpha that pulls at your lungs in a way you don’t want to think too hard about.

“Thanks,” you mumble, tugging it tighter. “I’ll give it back next time.”

But you don’t.

Not because you forget. Not really.

You just… keep it

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You wear it in the mornings, wrapped around you like armor. It’s too big, sleeves constantly falling past your hands. But it’s perfect. Comforting.

When you stop by the campus café, the barista doesn’t even blink. “Your usual?” she asks, eyes flicking to the hoodie. “Geto’s, right?”

You just smile and pay.

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Geto’s POV

“Bro. You let her keep your hoodie?”

Suguru glances up from his textbook. “She was cold.”

“No, no, no. You let her keep your hoodie.” Gojo throws himself across the couch like a man struck down. “She walked past me this morning and I swear I went into heat for you. I almost dropped my breakfast. Do you know what it’s like to smell you on her at 8 a.m.?”

Geto just blinks. “You’re being dramatic.”

“I’m being honest! You’re cooked, man.”

And he is. He knows it.

Because now every time he sees you in that hoodie — during your early morning coffee runs, when you stop by the gym to say hi, when you curl up across from him during study nights — his brain short-circuits a little.

You smell like him.

You smell like his.

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“Wait, you’re not together?” is the standard response now.

You share drinks. You text all day. You finish each other’s sentences. You walk each other everywhere.

You bump shoulders in hallways. He pulls you closer in crowds. You laugh at his dry humor. He memorizes your order at every food truck on campus.

But neither of you says it.

You just keep circling each other, orbiting like gravity has something else in mind.

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A cheer showcase, small, but personal. You text him a week ahead, just a simple “Come if you can?”

He replies within two minutes: I wouldn’t miss it.

He shows up early, back row, quietly watching while you run drills and routines under the lights.

Under your warm-up jacket?

His hoodie.

You spot him during the final bows. He’s leaning forward a little, arms crossed, watching you like you hung the moon.

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Someone ,a classmate, a friend of a friend ,makes a passing comment while you’re grabbing your bag.

“You’ve got it easy. Everyone falls in love with you the second you smile. Must be nice, huh?”

It’s a joke, technically. Offhand. But it hits deep.

Because you are the perfect Omega. You do get followed around by admirers. And no one ever really sees you.

No one except—

You slip outside before anyone can notice.

But of course he does.

Suguru walks up quietly, finds you curled on the stone steps behind the gym, your knees pulled up to your chest and his hoodie wrapped tight around you.

He says nothing at first. Just sits beside you, shoulder brushing yours.

“You okay?” he asks after a beat.

“I’m fine.”

“You smell… not fine.”

You let out a small, bitter laugh. “Is that your Alpha assessment?”

“It’s my friend assessment.”

That word stings now.

You don’t want to be his friend.

And maybe it’s the hoodie. Maybe it’s the moon overhead or the way he’s looking at you — not pressing, not demanding, just soft — but something breaks open.

“I’m tired of everyone loving the version of me they think I’m supposed to be.”

Suguru doesn’t flinch. Just turns his body toward you fully.

“I love you.”

You go still.

He breathes in slow, trying to hold it together. “You. Not the cheer uniform. Not the title. Not the scent you try to dial back every time someone flirts with you.”

You blink. “How do you know—?”

“I’ve been in love with you since you smiled at me over a shared syllabus and asked if I wanted to split the work evenly.” His voice wobbles, just a little. “I’ve been losing my mind every time you wear that hoodie. And I swear, I’ve had to stop myself from scenting you like an unhinged Alpha every time you lean on me.”

Your heart is pounding. Your hands clench in the sleeves.

You swallow. “You can.”

He stills. “What?”

“You can scent me. If you want.”

Your eyes find his, open and wide and a little glassy. “If you still want to.”

Suguru moves carefully, like you’re something holy.

He kneels in front of you, hands brushing up to cup your cheeks, slow and sure.

Then he leans in, lets his scent wrap around you in a warm, protective cradle. He noses into your neck, breath trembling.

You shiver — not from cold, but from finally.

And when he kisses you, it’s soft. Gentle. Like something that’s been building for ages.

You curl into him like gravity, like home.

Like his.

Bonus

You’re not sure when things shifted.

Maybe it was the kiss on the gym steps. Maybe it was when you started wearing his hoodie to bed. Maybe it was just the way Suguru touches you now, hands careful but sure, always grounding, always giving you the space to lean in first.

But tonight, there’s no space left between you at all.

You're perched on his lap on the edge of his bed, hoodie bunched around your thighs, his hands warm and slow at your waist. His lips are on your neck, just beneath your scent gland, and every time he exhales, you feel your spine curl like ribbon.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, voice husky against your skin. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You laugh, breathless. “Says the one who keeps dragging me into your lap.”

“You climbed into it.”

“You opened your arms!”

He grins, pulling back just enough to look at you. His eyes are dark, reverent, warm.

“I’m not complaining,” he says, dragging one hand up the back of your thigh, just under the hem of the hoodie. “But if you keep smelling like this, looking like this, wearing my clothes like you're mine—”

“I am yours,” you whisper.

Something in him snaps quietly at that.

He kisses you again, slower this time. Deeper. His scent pulses around you like a heartbeat. His hands roam, never rough, but so hungry.

You can feel him start to tremble just slightly beneath you. Holding back. Always holding back.

“Suguru,” you murmur, “you don’t have to—”

And that’s exactly when the front door opens.

“Yo, you guys want takeout or— OH, NOPE—!”

You both jolt like you’ve been electrocuted.

“GOJO.” Suguru’s voice is ragged, one hand flying up to shield your modesty while the other flails wildly toward the door. “GET OUT.”

“MY BAD. I SAW NOTHING. NOTHING. MAYBE A LITTLE LEG. I’M LEAVING. I’M GONE.”

The door slams shut.

There’s a long pause.

Then you burst out laughing, face tucked into Suguru’s shoulder.

He groans and leans back on the bed, pulling you down with him. “I’m going to murder him.”

You giggle. “You’d miss him.”

“I’d miss peace.”

He looks at you then,hair falling in his face, lips kiss-bitten, expression helpless.

“You really meant it?” he asks softly. “You’re mine?”

You nod, pressing your forehead to his. “Completely.”

And just like that, the flustered mess of a moment turns tender again.

He kisses you once more, reverent and slow, and mutters into your skin, “Next time, I’m locking the door.”

#geto suguru #suguru geto #geto suguru x you #geto x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk fluff #jjk suguru #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #jjk x reader #jjk #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #omegaverse #jjk geto

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frombookstoretobookstore · 21 days ago

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A Teaching Moment

Abbot x Wife!Reader Summary: When Abbot's wife tries to sneak in with a small medical emergency, some of the doctors of the ED decide to use it as a teaching moment. Of course, Abbot finds out his wife is in the ER and he's none too happy. Tw: Blood, stitches, Walsh teasing Abbot. Masterlist

“Ow, ow, ow, still ow!” Y/n says as Robby laughs quietly as he continues to clean the various cuts on her hand.

“You want the good news or the bad news?’ He asks, hands on his hips as he looks up at his friend from the stool he’s sitting on.

“I’d love for you to just finish this up so I can go the hell home!” She says exasperated.

“Good news, you only need two stitches.”

“The bad news Robert; spit it out.” She says, her eyes narrowing.

“Dana might be looking for your husband to let him know you’re here.” Robby says apologetically, pulling her hand back to inspect it for any other pieces of glass. He grips her wrist as she falls back with a groan.

“What part of ‘I may need a few stitches please be discreet’, did you not fucking get?” She’s gritting her teeth against the pain as Robby continues flushing the wounds out.

Before he can apologize, Abbot’s ripping the curtain aside; his chest heaving and a bewildered look on his face. He rushes forward, taking Y/n’s face in his hands.

“What happened? Are you ok? Dana said you…” His panicked stream of words is cut off as Dana leans against the wall in the entryway to interrupt him.

“Dana said his wife had lost a battle with a glass vase and was perfectly fine and wouldn’t even need any stiches. I even mentioned how smart she was to come into the ED to make sure she was fine.” Dana says in the third person, rolling her eyes as Abbot continues to fidget over his wife.

Y/n bats his hands away. “Oh my god I swear I’m fine, the vase shattered, and I tried to catch it before it hit the floo- the fuck Robby!” She swears and hisses as Robby injects lidocaine to numb her hand before adding a few stitches.

“Pinch and some burning.” Robby says as he starts stitching two smaller cuts on her thumb. He chuckles softly when he can feel the ‘no shit’ look he’s getting from Y/n. He looks to Abbot who is still standing with a panicked look on his face.

“Scratch that, she’ll need two stitches, why don’t you go check in with your gremlins while I finish up here, hm?” He shoots Abbot a look and the vet glares back. He presses a kiss to the side of his wife’s head.

“You’re stitching up my wife and you think I’m going to just walk away? You’re so very funny.” He jokingly sneers at his friend.

Just as Abbot is about to sit, intent on staying with his wife before he clocks in for his shift, Dr. Walsh is strides in with the med students in tow.

Abbot groans and sits down heavily on a rolling stool to the right of his wife, his gaze on the ceiling.

“And here you can see a great misuse of company resources. Two senior attendings, one of which isn’t even clocked in, and our charge nurse all on one, simple, stitch up.” She’s beaming as the med students cluster into the small trauma room, clearly confused on why they’re being dragged into this.

Abbot groans and lays his head on the bed, trying his best to will himself not to crash out at this woman.

“And here we see a wonderful surgeon who has clocked in for her nightshift and is misusing her time parading around exhausted med students. Hi Walsh.” Y/n is swaying her feet side to side as they’re propped up on the exam table, she’s been sat up in.

“Y/n here is the lovely partner of our brooding Dr. Abbot.” Dana says with a smirk. “And she’s been nice enough to stress out her husband by hurting herself before his shift to join us at the ER.” Abbot groans from where he has his head down, He props it up on his hand and fixes Walsh with a glare the med students find off-putting.

“Send the ducklings home Robby, I can handle it from here.” Y/n says, picking up some gauze to wrap her hand from the metal tray next to him. “All of you go home, shows over.” She raises an eyebrow.

“You heard her, go.” Abbot waves his hands, prompting the med students to scatter out the door.

“You need to stop scaring the med students, they’ll be on your shift soon enough.” Roby laughs, Abbot shooting him a look.

“Oh please,” Abbot says as he stands. “Y/n has practically adopted them already.”

“Alright, you know the drill. And I doubt he’ll let you forget anything.” Robby laughs as Abbot studies his stiches.

“She won’t be lifting a finger. Better yet, she’ll be reduced to bed rest until her stitches come out and she’s consulted with ortho.” Abbot’s stare remains serious as his wife scoffs as she stands from the exam chair.

“It’s a flesh wound, not an open fracture.” She’s rolling her eyes, Abbot already fretting over her standing so soon after her trauma. “Jack Henry Abbot, I am not taking a wheelchair, I can walk back to the car just fine.”

Robby can’t help but laugh as he exits the room to head home. He leaves his friend to fret over his wife.

“You drove here?!” Abbot says, his eyes wide.

“It was a smattering of a few small cuts!”

“You could have bled out!”

“I couldn’t have bled out if I tried!”

“What if you threw a clot?”

“I’m going to pretend we aren’t having this conversation anymore and go home.” Y/n starts to leave but Abbot isn’t done with her.

He catches her arm gently, his grip firm enough to halt her without causing any pain. “Y/n, please. Just give me a minute. I need to know you're going to take care of yourself.”

Y/n sighs but softens slightly at the pleading look on Abbot's face. “I promise, Jack. I'll take it easy. Bed rest, no lifting, no sudden movements.” She lays a hand on his chest. He smiles and lifts her bandaged hand to his lips, pressing small kiss to her knuckles.

“Maybe if you behave tonight, I’ll let you take out my stitches. If not, I’m letting one of the med students do it.” She laughs and presses a kiss to the side of his mouth before making her way towards the exit to the parking lot.

“You wouldn’t dare.” He yells after her, unable to stop the smirk on his face.

“Try me!” She hollers back as she steps out into the night. ___________________________________________ A/N: I'm working on so many pieces right now, a few requests, and possibly (possibly) a Pope Cody fic. As always I appreciate any feedback!

#jack abbot x reader #dr abbot x reader #jack abbot fanfic #jack abbot imagine #shawn hatosy #jack abbot x female reader #the pitt 2025 #the pitt fanfiction #the pitt hbo #jack abbot x you

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fanfictionismyaddiction · 2 months ago

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This Wasn’t in the Contract

Word Count: 1,6k

Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: When a gossip account claims Lando Norris has a secret girlfriend, he jokingly confirms it—except he names you, his childhood best friend, as his mysterious partner. Now, you’re stuck fake-dating the most unserious man on the grid.

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Chapter 1: A Joke Gone Too Far

You weren’t the type to start your day by checking celebrity gossip, but apparently, you should have been.

Because if you had, maybe you wouldn’t have woken up to 237 unread messages and a phone call from your mother screaming, “HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME YOU’RE DATING LANDO?!”

“…What?” Your brain was still booting up, barely processing her words as you squinted at the sunlight streaming through your blinds.

“Don’t play dumb! It’s all over Twitter! ‘Lando Norris soft-launches secret girlfriend!’”

That got your attention. You bolted upright, nearly knocking your laptop off the bed. “Lando did what?”

“I don’t know, you tell me! Did you think I wouldn’t find out? The neighbors are texting me about it! The neighbors!”

You barely heard her as you scrolled through your phone, your heart pounding. Sure enough, there it was—a blurry paparazzi photo of Lando, looking suspiciously happy as he walked through Monaco. The caption?

Lando Norris spotted out with mystery girlfriend. Who is she?

Well, it’s not me, that’s for sure.

But the real problem wasn’t the article. No, the problem was the Twitter chaos that followed.

@F1TeaSpill: Lando Norris has a secret girlfriend… my life is over.

@WAGwatch: McLaren’s golden boy is TAKEN. The girl remains unknown, but sources say they’ve been dating for months.

And then, the worst part.

A verified tweet from Lando himself.

@LandoNorris: Fine, you caught me. It’s Y/n. We wanted to keep it private, but oh well.

You stared at the screen in horror.

“…I’m going to kill him.”

Your mom gasped. “I knew you were dating! My baby girl is in love!”

You hung up.

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Chapter 2: How to Accidentally Get a Girlfriend

It took exactly four angry phone calls and one very aggressive Uber ride to track Lando down at his apartment. The second he opened the door, you shoved your phone in his face.

“What. The. Fuck.”

Lando blinked at you, rubbing his eyes sleepily. He was still in his pajamas—a McLaren hoodie and boxers, because of course he was. “Good morning to you too, sunshine.”

You ignored him, scrolling aggressively through Twitter. “Did you—did you seriously just announce to the entire world that we’re dating?!”

He scratched the back of his neck. “Okay, so, hear me out—”

“No.”

“—I thought it would be funny.”

You took a deep breath. Counted to five. “You thought it would be funny?”

“In my defense, it was funny.”

You smacked his arm. “Lando!”

“OW—okay, okay, look!” He took a step back, holding up his hands. “There was this dumb article saying I had a secret girlfriend, and people wouldn’t shut up about it. So I thought, why not have a little fun? I didn’t think people would actually believe me!”

You stared at him, unamused. “Lando. You have millions of followers. Of course they believed you!”

“…Oh.”

“Oh?”

He winced. “I mean… in hindsight, yeah, that makes sense.”

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “This is so bad. My mom thinks it’s real. People are probably stalking my Instagram as we speak!”

Lando hesitated. “So… what if we just roll with it?”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

He grinned, that signature cheeky smile that meant he was about to say something very stupid. “Think about it! We fake date for a while, mess with the media, then ‘break up’ later. It’s the perfect plan.”

You scoffed. “Perfect for who?”

“Both of us!” He threw an arm around your shoulders, ignoring the way you stiffened. “You get clout, I get people off my back about my dating life, and—bonus!—we get to mess with the internet. Win-win-win.”

You opened your mouth, then closed it. “That’s literally the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“…But?”

“…But it would be kinda funny.”

He gasped. “So you’ll do it?”

You sighed. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but fine. One month. That’s it.”

Lando beamed. “Deal. Now, let’s get to work.

You frowned. “Work?”

He wiggled his eyebrows. “Time for our first ‘couple’ Instagram post.”

You were already regretting this.

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Chapter 3: The ‘Soft Launch’ Debacle

If someone had told you that by noon, you’d be sitting on Lando’s couch with him hovering over you, analyzing potential Instagram captions for your fake couple post, you would have laughed in their face.

Yet, here you were.

“This one’s good,” Lando said, showing you his phone.

You squinted at it. ‘My ride or die. ❤️’

“No,” you said flatly.

He pouted. “Why not? It’s cute!”

“It’s cringe.”

Lando rolled his eyes, flopping onto the couch beside you. “Fine. What about—‘Finally caught myself a podium-worthy girl’?”

You stared at him. “Lando.”

“Yes, love?”

“Shut up.”

He burst into laughter, nearly falling off the couch. “Come on, Y/n, help me out here! We need to be convincing.”

You sighed. “Can’t we just post a normal picture?”

“Nope,” he said, popping the ‘p.’ “We need romance. We need passion.”

“We need therapy,” you muttered.

But you gave in. Because somehow, against all logic, you’d agreed to this stupid fake-dating scheme. You allowed Lando to take a selfie of the two of you, his arm slung around your shoulders, his grin wide and cheeky while you tried not to look like you wanted to strangle him.

Fifteen minutes later, it was live.

@LandoNorris: She said yes. ❤️

“…Lando,” you said slowly.

“Hmm?”

“This makes it sound like we’re engaged.”

“Oops.”

“Oops?!”

But it was too late. Twitter had already exploded.

@F1GossipGirl: WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE SAID YES??

@McLarenFan4Life: Engaged. ENGAGED. I need a moment.

@Y/nDefender: okay but if y/n makes him less of a menace on the track i support it

You groaned. “You suck.”

Lando, completely unbothered, smirked. “Oh, fiancée, you wound me.”

You were going to kill him.

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Chapter 4: McLaren is Concerned

The next day, you made a mistake.

You agreed to physically show up at McLaren’s HQ with Lando.

You should have known it was a bad idea when, the second you stepped inside, his PR manager spotted you and immediately looked stressed.

“Lando.” The poor man looked like he hadn’t slept since 2018. “Care to explain?”

Lando, ever the picture of innocence, grinned. “Explain what?”

The PR manager sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “The engagement. The internet meltdown. The sponsorship offers from wedding brands.”

You choked. “Wait—what?”

Lando just laughed. “People love love, mate.”

The PR manager turned to you, exasperated. “Are you really engaged?”

You opened your mouth to deny it—

“She doesn’t like labels,” Lando cut in smoothly, throwing an arm around your waist.

You resisted the urge to shove him into a wall.

“…Right.” The PR manager didn’t look convinced. “Well, just… keep it under control, okay? We don’t need another Daniel Ricciardo social media incident.”

You weren’t sure what that meant, but judging by the way Lando immediately sobered up, it was serious.

“Got it,” Lando said, suddenly obedient.

You made a mental note to ask Daniel about that later.

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Chapter 5: Paparazzi and Near-Death Experiences

Two weeks into the fake-dating scheme, things escalated.

First, the paparazzi started following you everywhere. Which was fine—except for the fact that Lando used this as an opportunity to be an absolute menace.

“Y/n, darling,” he said loudly one day outside a café, dramatically pulling you into a dip like you were in a bad rom-com.

You struggled in his grip. “Put me down before I punch you.”

“Ah, my sweet, violent love,” he sighed.

The cameras loved it.

Then, there was the incident with the McLaren team barbecue.

The entire grid had been invited, which meant you were subjected to hours of hearing Max and Charles tease Lando about his ‘wife.’

“She must be an angel to put up with you,” Max had joked, sipping his drink.

“I’m a delight,” Lando shot back.

You, meanwhile, were trying very hard not to blush when Charles leaned over and whispered, “I think he actually likes you.”

Which was ridiculous. Obviously. Right?

Right.

(Then Lando draped his jacket over you later that night when it got cold, and you started questioning everything.)

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Chapter 6: The Fake Breakup Plan

By the third week, you and Lando had a problem.

Your parents—who had never once taken anything you did on the internet seriously—fully believed you were dating.

Which wouldn’t have been a big deal, except now your entire family wanted to meet Lando.

“My mom keeps asking if we’re doing a destination wedding,” you hissed one evening, pacing around Lando’s apartment.

He snorted. “Tell her I’m thinking Monaco.”

“Lando, focus!”

He grinned. “Relax. We’ll just fake a breakup.”

You paused. “…How?”

“Easy.” He leaned back, stretching. “I’ll cheat on you.”

You nearly choked on air. “Excuse me?!”

“Not really,” he said, rolling his eyes. “We’ll stage something. Maybe I get ‘caught’ with a model or something.”

You frowned. “…We could just say we broke up because we realized we’re better as friends.”

He stared at you. “Where’s the drama in that?”

“You love drama.”

“I live for it,” he agreed.

You groaned. “Fine. But no cheating scandal. We’ll figure something else out.”

Lando pouted. “Boring.”

You ignored him, but deep down, a tiny part of you was unreasonably annoyed at the thought of him fake-dating someone else.

Which was dumb. Because this wasn’t real.

Right?

Right.

…Shit.

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Chapter 7: When Fake Starts Feeling Real

Somewhere along the line, you stopped noticing when Lando reached for your hand in public.

You stopped flinching when he casually draped an arm around your shoulders.

And you definitely didn’t mind when he pulled you into his side during movie nights, letting you steal his hoodie like it was the most natural thing in the world.

It was fake. You knew that.

But then, one night, he looked at you—really looked at you—and said softly, “You know, I think I’d actually marry you.”

And for the first time, you didn’t have a comeback.

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helaintoloki · 3 months ago

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Somethin’ Stupid

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: angst, mentions of drinking, reader has it bad for bucky like pathetically bad

notes: another bucky piece because i can’t help myself

summary: a drunken confession spoils a perfectly good evening

*part two

A warm and bubbly feeling washes over you as you take another sip of liquor to mask your laughter at Tony and Rhodey’s drunken dance moves. You know by the tingling sensation in your legs and the fits of giggles that plague you that you’ve probably had one too many drinks, something Natasha had also picked up on before disappearing to find you a glass of water. You’re not sure how long she’s been gone, but you don’t mind the solitude. Being an Avenger can be chaotic, so you appreciate moments of stillness like this one.

“There you are,” a voice notes fondly, the couch cushions sinking slightly beneath you as the weight of another person is added. A glass of water suddenly appears in your hands, and Bucky offers you a wink before settling in beside you. “I thought maybe you’d called it a night already.”

“Maybe you and Steve have early bedtimes, but I don’t,” you jest playfully before taking greedy gulps of water from the glass. Your clumsiness prompts droplets of water to escape your mouth and run down your neck and into the crevice of your dress, but Bucky pretends not to notice.

“You’re hilarious,” he retorts with a sarcastic roll of his eyes before returning his gaze to the crowded room before him. “I’ll hand it to Tony, he knows how to throw a party.”

“I’m sure being a billionaire helps,” you note with a thoughtful hum before pulling your legs up and tucking them beneath you on the couch as you shift to face the man. “Natasha send you?”

“Clint was pulling her onto the dance floor,” he explains with a dry chuckle, “but it’s alright, I was looking for you anyway.”

“You were?” You gape meekly, your heart beginning to race at the mere thought of Bucky seeking you out.

It was a secret to no one but James himself that you were hopelessly in love with him. He was kind and thoughtful, and he always had genuine interest in what you had to say no matter how mundane the topic was. Being paired together for missions almost constantly didn’t help your growing feelings either, and how could you not fall for the man who had saved your ass more times than you could count? While a rational person could dismiss his actions as simply being a good teammate, you couldn’t help but to hope that maybe he fought so fiercely for you because a part of him felt something too.

Other than Natasha you spent more time with Bucky than anyone, almost always trailing behind him like a lovesick puppy, and yet he never made you feel unwanted or unimportant. He was more than happy to be a sparring partner, to join you in the entertainment room for a movie night, to talk into the late hours of the night after you’d had a nightmare. He was perfect, and your heart ached to have him as your own.

“Of course I was,” Bucky reiterates with a careful smile, fingers reaching out to push away a strand of hair that had escaped from the rest. “You still owe me a dance.”

A dazed smile forms on your lips as your mind scrambles to process his words and your stomach does backflips at the mere idea of getting to steal a dance with James Barnes. Before you can even comprehend what’s going on, Bucky is carefully helping you up from the couch and gingerly guiding you to a more secluded space on the dance floor. It seems as if the band has read his mind for as soon as he guides your hand to his shoulder and takes the other in his own they begin to play a romantic melody.

The coolness of his metal hand on your hip starkly contrasts the fire that spreads throughout your body. You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol or the fact that you’re mere inches away from his face but the room suddenly feels unbearably hot as he sways back and forth with you.

“You doing alright?” He asks with a careful smile, noting the way you stumble over your feet every once in a while as you drunkenly try to match his sober pace.

“I’ve never been better,” you confess with a nervous giggle. Chancing a glance around the room, you make eye contact with a smug Natasha sitting at the bar. She gives you a nod of approval and mouths words of encouragement, but it only makes you all the more nervous. Should you seize the moment and finally tell him how you feel?

“You know, you’re probably the best dance partner I’ve ever had.”

“Really?” You gape, looking up at him with wide eyes as if he hung the moon and the stars in the sky himself. A glimmer of hope appears in your gaze as you cling to his every word and grip onto his bicep as if you’ll lose him otherwise. Your whole body buzzes with anticipation as you waited for him to say something, anything, that would confirm his feelings for you.

“I mean it,” Bucky reiterates with a charming smile, freehand gently tilting your head upwards so that your lips are merely inches apart. Then, almost abruptly, he moves away and adds, “You’re a natural, kid.”

Everything seems to freeze in place as your heart sinks to your stomach and your body immediately begins to sober up as his words sink in.

Kid.

He called you a kid.

You stumble forward with a gasp, false lashes fluttering as you work on overtime to hold back the tears. Bucky’s hands are quick to grab hold of your arms and steady you, but his touch now feels like a hot branding iron that you desperately wish to pull away from. How could you be so stupid? How could you think he’d ever see you as anything else other than a teammate? Than a kid?

You find yourself rethinking all of your interactions, all of your stolen moments with the man, and with the rose colored glasses removed you’re able to see now that there was never anything there between the two of you. He was acting as a friend and a mentor, and those moments in the field where he’d thrown you behind him or used his arm to shield you from bullets were not him professing his love for you.

It was him babysitting you.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out quietly in disbelief, fighting with everything you have to keep down the bile that creeps its way up your throat. The music suddenly feels too loud, and you feel like all eyes are on you as Bucky holds you up on your feet.

“Hey, are you sure you’re okay?” He prompts again, brows furrowed with worry and tone gentle as he begins to lead you off the dance floor.

“I-I need to go,” you manage to blurt out before prying yourself free of his grasp and hurriedly stumbling towards the elevators back to your room. You feel absolutely humiliated and ashamed, but you also feel guilty for leaving Bucky stranded like that. You know he’s done nothing wrong, and this whole mess is a result of you searching for signs of something that was never truly there, but you can’t bear to face him now.

Hot tears trail down your cheeks as the elevator doors finally open to the residential floor, and Bucky is standing right there in front of them when you arrive.

“Bucky?” You sniffle meekly, too inebriated to wrap your head around his presence.

“I took the stairs,” he quickly explains before carefully reaching towards you only to be rejected as you push past him. “Y/n, what’s going on? Did I do something to upset you? Talk to me.”

“You called me a kid!” You cry defensively, though your current behavior seems to support his previous statement. “I’m not a kid.”

“Hey, I know that,” Bucky quickly insists, hands raised in surrender as he once again reaches for you. When you don’t move away this time he takes it upon himself to carefully cup your face in his hands and brush away your tears with the pads of his thumbs. “You’re not a kid, and I didn’t mean to imply that you were.”

Taking a shuddering breath, you rapidly shake your head and let out a quiet sob. “You don’t understand.”

“What don’t I understand, doll? Talk to me, I’m right here.”

Another tear makes its way down your cheek as you finally will yourself to look into his comforting gaze. Your stomach churns and your mind pleads with you to keep your mouth shout, but instead you utter in quiet defeat, “I love you.”

The silence that follows your confession is deafening. Bucky only stares at you, processing your words before a look of realization finally washes over his features. His eyes soften, lips pulling into a frown, and though you previously thought it impossible you can feel your heart breaking all over again.

“Oh, y/n…” he utters gently while slowly releasing his hold on you. “I don’t-“

“I’ve got it from here, Barnes,” a voice intrudes sharply, Natasha’s arm coming to wrap around your trembling frame. “Go back to the party.”

“Nat-“ Bucky begins to protest, but her piercing glare has the words dying in his throat.

“Now’s not the time,” she scolds. Her tone and features soften as she returns her attention to you and ushers you up to your room. She’d seen enough to piece together what had transpired in her absence, and she knew that what was best for you now was to get you cleaned up and in bed.

“How could I be so stupid?” You whisper more to yourself than to her, but the comforting rub of your shoulders signals that she heard it anyway.

And so did Bucky, who’s left to do nothing but watch you disappear into your bedroom and grapple with just how quickly the evening had turned sour.

An almost perfect night spoiled all because you’d said something stupid.

#mel writes #mcu #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #mcu imagine #mcu x reader

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norrisainz33 · 3 months ago

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surprise || op81

☆ summary: oscar surprises his partner on valentine’s day

☆ pairing: oscar piastri x nonfamous!reader

☆ fc & warnings: none

☆ requested: nope

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yourbff: DIVA DOWN

ynuser: it rough out here bestie i miss you and osco and im so tired

yourbff: my queen 😭 i miss you more and i know he does too bb. only a little bit more time and you’ll get to see him in aus!! plusssss im seeing you this weekend

ynuser: ugh i know i know it’s just a spilled coffee day and im emotional

user1: liammmmmm noooooo 😫

lando: rip

ynuser: rip is right

user2: i love how you just be a normal girly going to work and also dating the op81 like

oscarpiastri: spilled coffee or not you still look incredible

ynuser: thank you sweetheart

oscarpiastri: of course gorgeous. i just sent you £20 - go get another coffee on me please

ynuser: oscar 😭😭😭😭😭😭

mclarenf1: nooooo coffee in aus is on us!!

ynuser: love you admin 🧡

user3: girl i need you to post a grwm ur makeup is always flawless

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yourbff: OSCHINA 🗣️ i need ur assistance

oscarpiastri: lol what’s up?

yourbff: your darling girlfriend is down bad and i know she’s trying to pretend like she’s not for your sake but i think we should organize a lil something something to lift her spirits

oscarpiastri: already in the works. i was actually going to text you to ask for help

user2: i’m obsessed actually

mclarenf1: nice

user4: the home race hoodie!! take 💳 my 💳 money 💳

ynuser: cutie patootie i love the new helmet! p.s can’t wait for my piastri home race jumper to come in the mail

oscarpiastri: it should be there on friday with a special delivery ��

ynuser: oooooo can’t wait

user5: this is gonna be your year oscar i just know it

user6: i can’t wait to see that fresh lid on track

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yourbff: i really hope you removed her from your close friends list before posting this

oscarpiastri: i did don’t worry! and she for sure is going to be at the restaurant we talked about at 7 right?

yourbff: yes!! she thinks she’s meeting me there for #galentines. you’re lucky i’m letting you steal my valentine

oscarpiastri: i am lucky that’s for sure! thank you for all your help ❤️

lando: omg are you going to see y/n/n

oscarpiastri: correct! gonna surprise her for valentine’s day

lando: C U T E

nicolepiastri: i wish you were coming home but go get that girl!!

oscarpiastri: i’ll be home soon ❤️

logansargeant: better be going to see y/n 🤨

oscarpiastri: i am 🥹 miss you man

mclarenf1: have fun oscar!

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user2: hot hot hot hot

yourbff: oh my god you’re gorgeous. i’m gonna have the hottest date tn

ynuser: stopppppp thank you

user7: oscar is the luckiest man in the world

oscarpiastri: wow sorry i just started drooling

ynuser: hahaha oscar 😂

oscarpiastri: can’t help it! you’re so insanely beautiful 😍😫

ynuser: and i’m all yours baby

oscarpiastri: mm thank goodness

alexandrasaintmleux: you’re stunning. i hope you know that baby girl

ynuser: alex i’m gonna cry 😭

user8: WOOF WOOF WOOF sorry idk what came over me there

iamrebeccad: happy valentines beautiful

ynuser: happy valentines darling!! i hope carlos treated you like the queen you are

iamrebeccad: i hope oscar does the same 😉

user9: idk if i wanna be you or be with you

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user5: may this sort of love find me

yourbff: 🤍🤍🤍 adorable

oscarpiastri: yes ❤️

user6: couple goals

ynuser: i’m sorry for ugly crying at dinner. thank you so much for flying all the way here to see me!! i know how crazy things are getting with the season so close😭🤍

oscarpiastri: never apologize for feeling your feelings baby. there’s no place i’d rather be than with you

ynuser: how did i get so lucky????

oscarpiastri: i often ask myself the same thing

user9: oscar you have to stop setting the bar for men so high

iamrebeccad: give her a hug for me

oscarpiastri: done 🫶🏻

mclarenf1: our favorite girl 💐🧡

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oscarpiastri: spent the weekend with my forever valentine

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opeightyone: our favorite duo 🤍

user9: my mom and dad 🗣️

lando: ewwwwww this is rlly cute

oscarpiastri: thanks?

user14: i just showed this to my partner and asked why they didn’t do this for me

ynuser: forever and always ❤️

oscarpiastri: promise?

ynuser: yes handsome 😘

user12: end game end game end game

nicolepiastri: love you both so much

ynuser: love YOU mama piastri

user14: y’all are the blueprint 🥹

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a/n: thanks for reading!! likes and reblogs appreciated 🤍 happy valentine’s day 🫶🏻

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disclaimer: pictures are not mine and everything i write is fiction

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scented-morker · 4 months ago

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Lovesick fools

Alternatively… enha’s reaction to being on a variety show with their idol!crush

No warnings, 2k words, implied fem!reader.. these took me forever </3

Heeseung

Fourth gen vocalists on the show ‼️

He was so excited to be there that he totally forgot you would def be there too

Until he was getting his makeup done and you walked in with curlers in your hair and coffees in your hand

He immediately found himself smiling at how cute you looked, and it only got worse when you handed him a cup

"Twitter said this was your order, I hope it's right."

The makeup artist starts laughing and opts out of putting blush on him bc he's all red from you

Once filming starts you all sing a prepared cover, and he's so focused on his own that he stays calm for most of it

Except yours is last, which means his mind is fully empty since he’s done and now all he’s able to focus on is how pretty you sound and the way you smile through the words

You sing 'drinks or coffee' from rose's new album and he swears you wink at him

"We don't have to talk, I know that you want me."

Twitter goes crazy bc you absolutely did wink at him, and they have the slow mo replay to prove it

Him blushing like mad also goes viral

He walks up to you backstage

"So... do you want to get drinks or coffee?" 🤭

Jay

It's shuhua's show again, but instead of sunghoon he's paired up with you

Bro gives himself a pep talk in the mirror before filming starts

"You are cool and calm and will not giggle like a school girl at her. Shes going to look pretty and you're just gonna have to deal with it."

Thinks it should be illegal to look good in a work uniform, but there you are

You guys are cooking and you're so impressed by how well he does at separating the fat from the meat

You are so horribly bad at it that Shuhua looks like an expert 💔💔

"Jay I think you need to help her, she's massacring the product."

Ok girl are you a host or a wingman

But he does, telling you to adjust your grip on the knife, reaching over to show you how to do it better which has you blushing like crazy

You guys are partnered up trying to give away samples against shuhua which is where you shine bc people just can't stay away from you especially when you pout and ask 'pretty please?'

Jay doesn't blame them, he's ready to buy everything in the store from you

One of the girls doesn't bat an eye at you when you beg but you're desperate so you yell after her

"Look how handsome my partner is, don't you want to come buy something from us?"

The girl comes back but Jay can't even be flattered bc he's too busy freaking out that you think he's cute

"Did you really mean that?" He asks you after filming

"Of course I did, I'm not blind."

So he asks for your number and ofc you give it to him

Jake

It’s some sort of school setting show

You guys are paired up against Jay and another member of your group as the four of you compete with trivia questions

You’re all English speakers, so they make you answer everything in English and since we’re already being delulu let’s say you have an English accent bc we know Jake loves that

You have to yell at him to lock in because when you start trying to reason out the question he’s so focused on your voice that he isn’t listening to a word you say

You guys are getting whooped by the other team

That is until your member makes a joke about you saying how your ideal type is a smart guy

Bro instantly locks tf in

“October 23rd, 2016”

“That is correct! Team Hot Accents gets another point as they make an impressive comeback!”

Yes that’s your team name, you both have hot accents and you know it 🤷‍♀️

You get so excited every time you guys score a point that you’re practically bouncing in your seat cheering and giving him high fives

You answer a few questions after that but he’s definitely carrying you guys and he could not be happier about it

“Don’t worry y/n, I got you. Just sit there and look pretty.” 😍

By the end you guys are tied and the hosts ask you to give your partner a good luck charm as he and Jay face off for the last question

You contemplate kissing his cheek before realizing that would probably get you murdered on twitter so you settle for giving his hand a squeeze after interlocking your fingers post high five

When he gets the question right he runs over and picks you up to spin you around in celebration

The editors definitely put some incriminating caption like [a very overexcited reaction from the golden retriever] that fans laugh at him for afterwards

But he doesn’t care bc you were in his arms and that’s all that matters ‼️

After filming you’re like “wow Jake you’re so smart do you want to hang out sometime?”

YEP YEP YEP YES HE DOES

Sunghoon

You guys were both ex figure skaters, so they had you guys film an episode at a rink

They got both of you a new version of one of your old costumes, and sunghoon was immediately red at the sight of you in the sparkling dress with a little cut out on the side

You both spent the first few minutes just running around on the ice, enjoying being back

The hosts had a list of skills they read out and then made each of you try

It only made sunghoon's crush bigger watching you move so gracefully, and he grinned so big whenever you'd compliment him

"Woah, he's still really good!"

Towards the end they had you try partner moves, everyone cheering when you guys synced up so well in the turns and twists

“Woah they look really good together! It’s like fate they move at the exact same time!”

They even let you try a stunt, and sunghoon became a stuttering mess when he put his hand on your waist where the cut out in your costume was

"Is- is this ok? I don't want to drop you, but we could skip it if you want."

"Of course it's ok!"

He's so touched at the amount of trust you put in him while trying out partner tricks

And it's rightfully placed considering the time you guys mess up he makes sure to change the angle of your fall so that he takes the brunt of the impact instead of of you

You apologize so many times, including going up to him after filming to thank him again

"Is there anything I can do to thank you?"

"How about a date?"

Sunoo

Who knows why the show paired you guys up

Maybe they saw the media attention from your brief waves to each other at an award show and the viral ‘bite me’ challenge you did together

But they bring both of you to a cafe set and you have to make coffees and such before being interviewed

You’d worked at a coffee shop predebut so at one point you reach over and grab his hand to adjust the way he holds the cup under the milk steamer

The editors zoom in on his red face while you turn around and practically sprint away

Your last task before the interview is to make a drink for the other person while they film a confessional about you

You’re sitting there stuttering over your words as an explanation as to why you ran after helping him earlier and how kind he was when you filmed your tiktok together last time

Meanwhile, sunoo is asking the staff for help to make your super specific and stupidly difficult drink order that he knows from watching your interviews

He pretends it was casual and easy once he joins you at the table, setting the cup down in front of you like he didn’t restart it 3 times

“This is my favorite coffee!! I didn’t even remember them teaching us this!”

“Wow that’s so weird, lucky me I guess”

He tried to be nonchalant but it was NOT working

He literally lets out a giggle as soon as you drink it and do a little happy dance when it’s exactly how you like

When the interviewer asks about your relationship (bringing up the award show wave) Sunoo says that you guys are casual friends but he hopes you can become closer after filming together

To which you respond ABSOLUTELY and promise to wave at him at every schedule you see him

That’s enough for his weak heart for one day so he doesn’t end up following up after the cameras stopped

but you kept your promise and after a few months of excited waves and animated conversations at award shows he secures your number and a date

Jungwon

He’s too responsible to risk anything by talking about his crush on you but once in a live you said you really admired him because you couldn’t imagine having to lead your group while being one of the youngest members

(He saved the video and probably replayed it about fifty times afterwards)

But that was enough to make one of the shows want you guys together !!

Which is how you end up trailing behind him through a creepy dark building while scare actors try to freak you guys out

Bro was not excited for this but he is doing his best bc YOU NEED HIM ‼️

You are so close to his back that he can feel your body heat and when someone jumps out you practically climb on his back

You apologize profusely afterwards, but he waves it off, offering you his arm to grasp onto for the rest of the time

You say in a confessional part that you were scared out of your mind but it was bearable bc Jungwon was there

“He was so brave and cool, it made me feel so much better!”

He isn’t even scared anymore, he’s just mad bc they’re intentionally making you upset so his cute angry face pops out and the two of you make it through the whole haunted house in record time

Afterwards he tells you that he hopes he wasn’t mean or anything, he was just upset they were scaring you

He was mad at them for doing their jobs 💔 rip

But that just made you appreciate him more

“Can I treat you to lunch one day? To thank you for taking such good care of me?”

He MELTS, of course you can

Riki

You and him were both on a variety show to show the difference between maknaes

He was the image of a cool and mature maknae, while you were the giggly pink maknae of your group

He thought it was gonna be awkward bc the whole point of the show was how different you guys were, but you got along so easily

As soon as you started talking he was a GONER

He'd watch you answer a question and get so distracted looking at your face that the hosts would have to repeat the question for him to respond to after 😭

So much for being cool

They ask him how he feels about aegyo to which he describes how passionately he hates it

So they make you do aegyo for him to see if he reacts

HE DOES

Homeboy starts blushing without even realizing it

It puts the biggest smile on his face that they tease him about for the rest of the show

You tell him you'll give him lessons in it if he wants while live and that's how he approaches you after

"You probably need my number to set up those lessons right?"

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flippinpancakes64 · 11 months ago

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The Cullens with a reader that REALLY loves to nap/sleep?

This was on my list of ones to do so thank you! And I hope you like it!

Edward:

He got really concerned for a while

There was a period of time, before he started stalking you at night of course, where you would go hours without responding to his texts

He got so anxious one day that he just showed up at your window to make sure you were alright

And you were asleep

Pretty much every time after that if he wanted to know where you were he knew that's what you were doing

When you start dating and he can come and go more freely he'll cuddle up next to you and just watch (creepy)

But then it gets to a point where he gets a bit scared

You guys are out and about and you mention that you're tired and just want to go home and sleep

Or instead of watching a movie with him you'll just drift off

Genuinely asks Carlisle if this is normal

He needs reassurance from both you and Carlisle that this is normal and that sleeping is just fun <3

Alice:

Before you two start dating, when you guys are still just friends, she finds it odd that you won't hang out with her

Like wdym you don't want to spend a whole Saturday shopping

Also finds it odd that you don't want to text or call all the time

She just straight up asks you tho

Almost doesn't believe you when you say it's because you're napping/sleeping

"Okay yeah I toootally believe that you sleep from 7 pm to 4 pm"

But it's true

When she eventually makes her own Edward-style trip to your house in the middle of the day and sees you sleeping she has no choice but to believe it

When you guys start dating she gets a little more annoyed

Like come on you are her partner dammit why are you sleeping all day?

She makes the mistake of waking you up one day

That doesn't go too well

She doesn't do that again

She gets a bit huffy when you sleep all day but just make it up to her by letting her drag you wherever she wants one day and you're good to go

Jasper:

Your relationship is slow to build

You start off only seeing each other in school

Then talking a little bit

Then hanging out at school

Then talking a little bit after

Then hanging out a little bit after

So he doesn't really question anything when you don't talk to him most of the time

He just thinks you don't want to move on to being that close yet

But once you guys start dating, that's when he notices it

For a while he thinks it's just him because he's so used to Alice literally always being there and ready to talk to him

But when he goes over to your house for the first time to hang out and you just take a nap

He puts the dots together

He doesn't mind one bit

He's quiet after all

I feel like he would appreciate the peace since his house is never quiet

And not to mention that he can feel the tranquil and calm emotions radiating from you

You bet your ass he is cuddling with you

He just likes to lay there and close his eyes

Rosalie:

She was pretty quick to notice tbh

I feel like she's one to pick up technology pretty quick

So she's a texter

And she notices that you go dark at like 4 pm every day only to respond again sometime in the middle of the night then stop again

She gets a little annoyed

She thinks you're ignoring her

She gets petty for like, a week

Won't acknowledge you in the hallway or answer your texts

It's only when you basically have a breakdown in front of her that she tells you why

And then you have another breakdown explaining that you're literally just sleeping

So then she feels bad

Cue a week of apology gifts

After that though she starts coming over to nap

Sleep sesh

She brings over a book or a movie to watch while you sleep next to her

She loves it

Like Jasper she loves the tranquility

Emmett:

He'd also notice pretty quick that something's up

Like wdym you don't want to go throw rocks at cars or whatever he does for fun

He would just take it as you being a whimp tho

"You don't want to hang cause you're scared of *insert random thing* right?"

You give in one time and go do something with him and he notices like an hour in that you are yawning like crazy and walking super slow

You explain that this is your regularly scheduled nap time and then it makes sense to him

Unfortunately tho he's not one to just lay around

Something's gonna have to change

Maybe one day dedicated to doing what he wants and then the rest you can sleep as much as you want

Compromise :)

Esme:

Honestly she's down

When you first come over she thinks she's prepared for anything humans would need but then you start drifting off at like 4 and she's like "oh"

Instantly is putting you in a room and telling everyone to be quiet

Is a little concerned but also she thinks it's cute

And it makes her lowkey miss being human and being able to take naps too

LOVES laying with you tho

Will grab a book and lay there with you for hours

Chill queen

Carlisle:

He's concerned

He can't help it

He sees people come in multiple times a day every day with similar symptoms and rarely do any of them have nothing wrong

Once he has learned the extent of your sleeping, he takes you to do some testing

Not even an at-home consultation

You are going into the clinic no ifs, ands, or buts

When he finds that there's nothing wrong though, he'll ease up

Just a little

Is still super concerned though

Will check up on you every once in a while when you're sleeping

He likes spending time with you though

His favorite thing is if you take a nap on the couch in his office

He loves just having you there while he does paperwork for the clinic

Vampire! Bella:

She remembers naps all too well

And she misses them too

Even though she loves being a vampire she does miss getting to rest and disappear from the world for a couple of hours

She will never ever wake you up

Unless there's like an emergency or something

Loves to chill

Again, would be content just reading a book or drawing while you're sleeping

Would like to cuddle too

She likes the warmth and the comfort

Might even convince someone in the Cullen house to buy a nice bed for when you come over (if she doesn't already have one)

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cacoetheswriting · 2 months ago

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girl you have that really angsty Eddie fic where he gets hooked on things he shouldn't and it ruins his relationship with reader - please please please write some more Eddie angst, BEGGING

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader [modern day au] word count: 5k

summary: a weekend gateway to with your old high school friends? sounds like a dream! only it’s not really as it’s been three years since you last saw them. three years since you left hawkins without so much as a goodbye, and certain people tend to hold grudges.

content warnings: heavily unedited (sorry): angsty angst, mature themes & adult language, mentions & descriptions of underage alcohol consumption / substance abuse, anxiety / panic attacks, emotional hurt / no comfort, unrequited (sorta) love, some mutual pining, love triangle?, eddie is a bit of an asshole, also touches on topics of: divorce, death, grief — pls let me know if i missed any!

Parking your car at the desired destination, you glance out the half-opened window and note how the weather is far from ideal for the planned activities.

It’s cold. Cold enough to make anyone's atoms shiver. Dark grey clouds cover every inch of the sky above, hiding the beautiful autumn sun. The air is brisk. It’s harsh against your skin as you eventually get out of the red Jeep and the unwelcoming breeze that follows makes you wish that you had packed warmer clothes for this weekend.

Jesus, you think, as if this trip wasn’t going to be hard enough.

When your feet hit the gravel below, you exhale, wondering whether it’s too late to change your mind about agreeing to come. Since the weather was seemingly against you, what’s to say the universe wasn’t going to continue ruining this weekend? But before you get a chance to decide what your next move is going to be, the door of the lake house swings open and Nancy runs out, arms spread wide as she squeals with excitement.

“I can’t believe you actually came!”

The hug she gives you is strong, almost full force. It takes you a second to register that one second she was running out of the house, and the next, her arms are wrapped tightly around you as if no time has passed between now and when you last saw her. Therefore, it takes you a second to hug her back, but when you do, a small smile circles your lips. Familiarity. Maybe this trip won’t be so bad after all.

“Of course I came,” you say as she draws back, “You know me, Nance, always down for a good time.”

Nancy laughs. “Oh, I remember.”

Then her smile falters just as fast as it appears and you know exactly which memory crosses her mind because your own thoughts wander back to that moment too, along with the people involved.

“Sorry, my joke was in poor taste. If you can even call that a joke.” You admit with a lighthearted huff.

“No, no.” Nancy shakes her head, but even with the years that have passed since you last saw each other in person, you know the look in her eye is one of concern.

You think to try and ease at least some of her worry since she did go through all the trouble to organise this weekend for your high school group to get together and the last thing you’d want is for her to second-guess ever inviting you.

“I- uh… I actually don’t really drink anymore.”

Her facial expression shifts to one of surprise, though she doesn’t say anything which would demonstrate that. Instead, she smiles again.

“Good for you,” the tone of her voice conveys pride and you’re grateful.

“Thanks, Nance.”

One day you’ll tell her about the road that led you to sobriety, but today’s not that day.

Today is about reintroducing yourself to the friends that have helped you get through four hellish years that were called ‘high school’. The people that were there for you through the good and the ugly; which got real fucking ugly sometimes. The group that most often than not was your literal lifeline.

Nancy, your best friend. Robin, your sidekick. Jonathan, your unlicensed therapist. Steve, your partner in crime. And Eddie…

You haven’t seen any of them since graduation.

Three years of virtually no contact.

Sure, it made you wonder why you were even invited to this weekend getaway in the first place, but Nancy was always like a sister so you knew her motives were definitely not malicious.

“Let me help you with your bags,” the brunette girl offers and before you get a chance to decline, say you’ve got them on your own since you really didn’t bring much with you, she’s at the boot of your car.

While Nancy fills you in on the plans she’s made for everyone, the various activities she’s organised for the days ahead, the two of you gather your belongings before making your way towards the big house.

Apparently everyone is already here.

Nancy, Jonathan, and someone called Argyle (a new addition to the group, undoubtedly a breath of fresh air following your departure), got here last night. Steve, Robin, and Eddie arrived this morning.

“But the boys went to the shop to get all the groceries we need for this weekend, so right now it’s just me and Robin.” Nancy explains, fingers wrapping around the door handle. It’s her way of saying not to be nervous, he wasn’t here right now, and with that your shoulders relax in relief.

The inside of the house is even more impressive than its exterior. High ceilings, all wooden floors, and decor that undoubtedly cost more than anything you own or could actually afford. In the living area, there’s paintings on the walls that depict the home during construction, then in its full glory, as it stands now. Various knick-knacks fill the shelving, and the bookcase at the back of the room is filled top to bottom with stories you’ve never even heard of.

You allow yourself to continue into the kitchen, which looks like a piece out of Architectural Digest. Modern touches to the original design, upgraded appliances that look like they’ve never been used. There’s a large dining table in the back of the space, already set for dinner. The windows behind it offer a perfect view of the lake and as you look at the water; peace. For a split-second, you let yourself really think that coming wasn’t a bad idea after all.

“Jesus, Nance, how the hell did you find this place?” You ask in awe once the girl stands beside you.

“Argyle has this aunt who’s an avid Airbnb user. Honestly, when he first showed me the pictures, I thought he was out of it, like he usually is, but here we are...”

You don’t get to tell her how beautiful you think it is ‘cause there’s a high-pitch screech that startles you, and within seconds, someone’s arms wrap around your frame, swaying you from side to side.

“When Wheeler told me you agreed to come, I swear I thought she was bluffing!”

Robin drops her arms, allowing you to turn in your spot and face her. The grin on her face is wide, complimenting her new haircut, which is about the only thing that’s changed in her physical appearance over the last three years.

She playfully smacks your arm. You do the same to her. It’s reminiscent of a handshake, an acknowledgment that despite the years of only sending and receiving generic birthday texts, you guys were still as close as ever.

“Long time no see, Buckley. Loving the new look.” You point to her long bleached locks.

“Yeah? I was going for that badass lesbian vibe. What Daenerys should’ve been.”

You chuckle. “Well, I’d say mission accomplished.”

“Thanks,” Robin smirks then takes the duffle out of your grasp and turns to Nancy, asking to lead the way to the room that’s been assigned to you.

Up the stairs and down the long hallway, the girls point to the shared bathroom, but Nancy says your room actually has an en-suite. Then she outlines which door leads to whose bedroom — Eddie’s is first up the stairs and you wonder whose choice it was to deliberately keep you two away — before stopping at the last door and pushing it open to reveal your safe space for this weekend.

First thought that crosses your mind is how this one bedroom is bigger than your entire apartment. The bed alone would probably not fit in your current home. Second thought is how you have the same view as in the kitchen, only higher up, and you thank Nancy for assigning you this room for that reason alone.

“It’s no big deal,” she replies with a shrug, “You had the longest trip out here, only fair you get the best room, so you can properly rewind.”

“As the organiser, you should have the nicest room,” you counter, but Nance just waves her hand, dismissing what was going to be an offer to swap.

She proceeds to place the bag she was holding at the foot of the bed.

“Get settled in and we’ll start on food once the guys return.”

“You should have enough time to shower, if you want,” Robin chimes in, also dropping the duffel she carried up for you, “Knowing the four of them, they’re still trying to locate the gluten free sticker on the pasta Nance asked for.”

“Rob,” Nancy snorts.

The blonde shrugs. “You know it’s true! Those idiots can’t fucking read.”

They leave you shortly after, telling you to take your time to clean up and change into something more comfortable.

When the door shuts with a soft thud, you exhale a breath you didn’t even realise you were holding. It’s all okay, it’s all okay, it’s all okay, you repeat to yourself silently, and although you feel a little calmer than when you first arrived, there is still tension in your neck. There’s only one reason for that. One that isn’t here right now, but is bound to arrive at any point in the next hour.

‘arrived safe & sound. still feeling a little nauseous about this whole thing, but I’m taking your advice.. keep positive.’ - The text to your mom sends with a whooshing sound as you throw your phone on the large bed.

You glance around the room again, taking in the decor as a distraction to the anxiety bubbling in your chest. The furnishings are similar to the rest of the house, classy with a modern twist. Peaceful colours that perfectly compliment the wooden fixtures, and the birds chirping melodically outside the open window only add to the serenity. It’s really one of the nicest places you’ve ever stayed in and you take a mental note to send Nancy a bouquet of flowers when you get home, as a thank you.

When you step under the shower, you’re even more grateful.

Back in your own apartment, you’re not guaranteed warm water, having to often make a choice between rinsing off the hectic day or cleaning the dishes so there’s something to eat off. It’s the life you chose, so you really can’t complain, but standing here in silence as the hot droplets wash over your skin, you think maybe you chose wrong. Then you think how fucking selfish that is of you since there’s a clear list of reasons why, aside from the comfort of a scolding shower, the choices you made three years ago where far from good.

Leaving without saying goodbye to everyone, for one. No explanations, no notes.

Only Nancy knew of your plan. After all, she was the one that talked you into leaving.

The final nail in the coffin — so to speak — was her opinion on the literal shitshow that the final months of your high school career had become. And when she sat you down, the afternoon before graduation, she made it clear how she was worried about you and perhaps it was for the best to get away from Hawkins. Leave everything and everyone behind, allowing yourself time to heal and get your head straight.

You had only planned to be gone that one summer. But things never go to plan, especially for you.

Three months turned into four, then six, and before you knew it, a year had passed since your departure. Some of the group had tried to reach out at various points during that time, but you didn’t engage — only replied to Nancy the odd time, and texted Robin the mentioned before birthday wishes.

The one person you really wished checked in on you, was the only person that didn’t. Not like you could blame him. You broke his fucking heart.

It wasn’t entirely a secret that Eddie Munson had a big fat crush on you.

He wouldn’t call it love at first sight, but it was pretty damn close — as you later found out from Robin. Later. Too late. She then went on to say, when the rocker first laid eyes on you, standing at Nancy’s locker and laughing at something she’d said moments prior, Eddie’s heart skipped a beat. Then two. The metalhead thought you were perhaps the most gorgeous girl to ever walk down the halls of Hawkins High, although he never said it out loud.

(Not to you anyway.)

Things changed however, when you started dating Billy Hargrove.

That boy was a bad influence for sure, even more than Eddie’s wild antics, but at that point in your life, you saw the world through rose-coloured glasses and turned a blind eye to Billy’s shitty behaviour.

Your first drink was provided to you by the scruffy blonde.

The first time you blacked out was after his funeral.

Earth shattering, his sudden death. Having lost the first love you’ve ever had, you didn’t know what to do with yourself. You didn’t know how to cope. By the time your senior year came around, and Eddie’s third attempt at graduation, your life only continued to spiral out of control.

Your parents announced their divorce. It was apparently no one’s fault — irreconcilable differences — but their break up meant the house you’d grown up in was being put up for sale and you suddenly had to choose who you wanted to live with.

Being an only child never brought with it any pressures, until now. Your father was moving cross country. Relocating with his job, who no longer needed him at their Indianapolis location, preferred he run the new branch in Las Vegas. Your mother was also venturing outside Hawkins, just not as far. She apparently found this cute place in Fort Wayne and was already in talks with a local school there for a part-time teaching position.

The Wheelers took you in following a conversation between Karen and your mom about how you shouldn’t be finishing your high school education someplace new, so this solved one problem.

But being away from your support system unfortunately made you feel increasingly isolated. Your parents had this “open door” policy that you didn’t realise you needed until it was no longer readily available. Phone calls and texts just weren’t the same.

This time in your life proved how difficult it was to pretend you were genuinely happy.

Eddie was the first to notice the subtle change in your attitude. He’d often ask what was bothering you, but you’d always tell him nothing, so he eventually learned to stop and simply tried to distract you with his usual antics.

You hated him for it. You hated how he just knew how you were feeling. How he could sense those deep and inner thoughts you were trying to hide. And you hated now he would try to make you feel better when all you really wanted was for the sad feelings to swallow you whole.

Without proper supervision, your after school activities also shifted into ones that would fill the emptiness you were constantly feeling. You were always quite outgoing, always the first one to say yes when someone mentioned a party, but the months between December and April unlocked a new version of you. One not many people in your friend group were particularly a fan of, though all too afraid of saying something.

It all came crashing down the night of Chrissy Cunningham’s farewell party. A few days before graduation, she invited the entire senior year to her parents’ lavish home for a get together that her dickhead boyfriend called: Project X 2.0.

You asked Steve to come with you — much to Eddie’s dismay.

In the end, Carver got his wish. The party was indeed memorable for all the wrong reasons and the endless list of mistakes you made that night, in your inebriated state, was precisely why you left Hawkins in a hurry.

Las Vegas turned out to not be so bad.

There were a few bumps in the road upon your first arrival. A few too many drunken nights, drunken fights, and drunken one night stands. But once your dad acknowledged your reckless behaviour was becoming a serious problem, things got a little easier. Therapy helped.

A year and a half later, there was only one thing that made you want to reach for a drink to flush the hard work down the drain: Eddie Munson and how you treated him at that party, what you put him through that night.

In retrospect, you should’ve been the one to reach out to him. At least a call to say I’m sorry for the things I did and said. No time just felt like the right time and then, when Chrissy posted a picture of herself sitting happily in Eddie’s lap, it seemed a little too late.

Did it hurt to see him move on from the crush he had on you? Yes.

Again, you couldn’t blame him for doing so.

“How was your shower?” Nancy asks when you come back downstairs.

She’s sitting on one of the sofas, a cotton blanket covering her legs. Robin is next to her, fingers working the keyboard of her phone, and looks up following Nancy’s question.

“No offence, but you look a lot better than when you first arrived.”

The comment earns Buckley a good nudge to the rib cage by the brunette beside her.

“Ow! Jesus Christ, Nance—”

“We talked about this,” Nancy interrupts, narrowing her eyes at the girl.

“It was a simple observation,” Robin defends, “I’m sure she’s fucking nervous to be here, rightfully so—”

“Robin!”

“It’s okay,” you chime in and the girls simultaneously turn to look at you once again. “Buckley’s right. I am nervous.”

Both their expressions simultaneously turn to one of sympathy. You plaster on the best smile you can muster before making yourself comfortable in an armchair by the open window, feeling their gaze follow your every move. You want to tell them to stop, tell them that the nerves will pass so it’s no big deal, but they’d see right through you. The topic of you, Eddie, and that horrendous high school party will haunt this group like a ghost, lingering in the background even if it’s addressed — which you’re going to have to do very soon. That’s why you came.

“He asks about you all the time,” Nancy says after a long pause, “What’s she doing? Is she working, studying?”

“Is she seeing anyone?” Robin adds.

“Is she happy…”

The ache in your chest increases with every spoken word, fueled by the guilt you carried every single day for the last three years. Somehow knowing now that Eddie asked about you was worse than thinking he’s moved on because, selfishly, if he was happy, then it wasn’t all bad. If he was happy, then the harsh truths you drunkenly sputtered in his direction weren’t a cruel thing to do, they weren’t as vile as you remembered them to be. If he was happy, then what you did after wasn’t a complete betrayal.

“I-I never meant to hurt him,” you finally whisper, forcing down the tears that threaten to break. “I never meant to hurt any of you.”

The girls both offer you a smile.

“We know,” Nancy reassures, “That’s why we thought it’d be a good idea to invite you this weekend. What happened three years ago is so minor in terms of the rest of our lives, it’s time we all move past it.”

Nancy, the peacemaker.

“Plus I’m planning a trip to Vegas for my birthday and I need your help with organising,” Robin chips in, her smile shifting into a grin. “You wouldn’t have answered my call, but now there’s no escape.”

Robin, the girl that can always get you to laugh.

The chuckle that escapes your lips is genuine. For a split second, your nerves are eased and you’re transported back to the basement of your childhood home where the three of you spent hours planning your futures while flicking through trashy magazines in accompaniment to old hits blaring through the docking station your dad’s iPod was connected to.

Back then, turning twenty-one seemed like a distant dream.

So you proceed to reassure the blonde you are going to get her name on the list of some of the best clubs Vegas has and she squeals, jumping up to squeeze you with excitement, and telling you how Vickie, her girlfriend, was going to lose her shit over this, then she disappears into the kitchen, presumably to call Vickie with the news.

“You just made her day,” Nancy says, smiling kindly.

“I’m glad I could do at least that,” you reply, then add, “I’m happy to be here. Thank you for thinking of me, Nance.”

Whatever Nancy is about to say next is interrupted by the sound of tires on gravel. The engine is shut shortly after your head snaps in the direction of the entryway, a large gulp forming in the back of your throat.

The next few minutes pass at an agonisingly slow pace. You think you hear Nancy call out your name, but your focus is on the door alone, waiting for it to open, waiting for him to come inside. You’re anticipating his reaction to seeing you after all this time, wondering if he’d even acknowledge your presence or skip straight to the kitchen with the acquired groceries.

From a recent post on Instagram, you know what he looks like. Really good, if anybody asked. You were careful not to like it despite your finger hovering over the image for a few seconds too long. Then you were careful not to like any other picture as you scrolled through his profile until you reached the very end: a post of the two of you at a Halloween party your junior year, the night you finally talked him into creating an account.

Thanks to the light stalking, you also know him and Chrissy broke up a few weeks ago. He seemingly deleted any trace of the preppy blonde from his profile, she did the same with him, and you couldn’t deny the stinge of satisfaction that cursed through your veins upon that revelation.

When the doorknob rattles, you hop on your feet.

There’s no going back now. You prepared yourself for this moment ever since you accepted Nancy’s invitation. Time to face the music.

Jonathan walks in first. He greets Nancy with a kiss before offloading the twelve-pack of beers onto the floor and turning his attention to you. His smile is big and you’re feeling a little less nervous when he pulls you into a silent hug. When he pulls back, he pats you on the shoulder, then picks up the box he’s after placing on the floor and walks in the direction of the kitchen.

The guy that introduces himself as Argyle is next. Heavy lidded, he’s holding an open bag of Doritos and jokes about how he’d also give you a hug but he doesn’t trust himself with the orange residue on his fingers.

“White t-shirts are the devil, man,” he draws out the last syllable and flops onto the couch next to Nancy, offering her a corn triangle. When she politely declines, he just shrugs and throws it in the air, only to not catch it with his mouth, the piece falling onto the wooden floor.

With your gaze now focused on the chip, a single step away from you, Nancy scolds Argyle to not do that again. In the midst of this small ordeal, you don’t hear your name being said. Only when a white Nike sneaker appears in your field of vision, stepping on the Dorito and smashing it to pieces, you look up at the person addressing you.

Steve’s expression is full of emotion, but he doesn’t move from the spot he’s found himself in. He doesn’t attempt to hug you or reach out for you like the others did, only staring into your eyes as if he was mesmerised by the fact you were actually here.

“Shit– I mean…”

“Yeah…”

That’s all that you can say right now because it’s not yet the time to address what also went down between the two of you at the infamous party. Steve seems to be on the same page as you, opting instead to finally take that step forward and hesitantly wrap his strong arms around your frame.

The hug is awkward at first, but when you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck as if no time has passed, exhaling softly when your hands make home on his back, the boy relaxes and his grip on you tightens ever so slightly. He whispers, “I missed you, sweetheart.”, into your ear and you instantly return the sentiment because it’s true, you missed him terribly. More than you cared to admit to yourself before this very moment.

For a few seconds, you forget where you are. Inhaling the scent of Steve’s aftershave and revelling in the way his arms perfectly folded around you, making you feel safe. For a few seconds, you feel at peace. For a few simple seconds, you forget about the person you’re still to see. The person that most likely wouldn’t be as open to seeing you again, especially now that you were in Steve’s arms.

The door shuts with a tame bang, a distinctive sound of runners tapping against the wooden floor, Nancy says your name as Robin calls out for Steve, you think you hear Argyle murmuring “Ohhh shit, dude”, then someone clears their throat and you finally open your eyes, which seemingly have closed moments prior.

Your throat dries.

There, leaning against the archway with his hands hidden in the pockets of his dark denim jeans is the boy who was once your friend, if not more.

Unlike Steve, Eddie stares at you with a blank look in his eyes, devoid of any real emotion. The emptiness behind the mahogany sends a shiver down your spine and you’re suddenly hyper aware of the position he has once again found you in.

Freeing yourself from Steve’s grasp, you hold your arms close to your chest for protection. He places a hand on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze, before motioning for Argyle to follow him out of the room, where Nancy and the rest of the group just disappeared — leaving you alone with Eddie.

Neither of you says anything for what feels like an eternity.

You’re afraid to blink, just in case he disappears during the brief second your eyes close. Truthfully, he has every right to do so. Rush upstairs and slam his bedroom door shut as you remain right where he left you, forever haunted by the choices you made three years ago.

No, no.

There’s a reason you came and that’s to say you’re sorry.

Before you get a chance to break the silence, Eddie scoffs under his breath, dipping his head while running a hand through his brown locks. His hand remains at the back of his neck when he looks up at you again, a stupid smirk now plastered across his face.

“So, you and Harrington seem close as ever.”

Not the first words you expected to come out of his mouth, but given the situation he’s just encountered, they’re not surprising.

You nervously clear your throat, hugging yourself tighter.

“Uhm… No, we were just—”

“I don’t care,” he interrupts, his words cold yet the tone of his voice deceives him just a little. Also, if he actually didn’t care, then why make a sly comment in the first place?

But you don’t get to point that out, firstly ‘cause you’re still building up the courage to speak, and secondly because he’s quicker to continue with making his opinion known.

“Obviously you’ve always done whatever the fuck you wanted. Whoever you wanted.”

Ouch.

“Eddie, I-I…” you sigh quietly, “We were just hugging. We haven’t seen each other in a while.”

Eddie scoffs. “Cute.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t be condescending.” You shake your head. “I didn’t come here to argue with you.”

“Then why did you come here?”

“‘Cause I missed all of you, plus Nancy invited me and I-I wanted to take this trip to apologise. Explain myself.”

Eddie rolls his eyes.

“Well as far as I’m concerned, you can keep your apology,” he states sternly, standing up straight and taking a step in your direction. “Clearly the rest of them are right back to licking your ass, just like they did in high school. Entertaining your shitty behaviour, but I’m not interested.”

His words hurt. It feels like tiny nails are being hammered into your heart and you’re helpless to stop it.

“I don’t care for you and I don’t want to be around you. Since we’re stuck here, just refrain from jumping on Harrington at every chance you get. It’s fucking desperate behaviour.”

Tears burn down your cheeks slowly. They blur your vision and make you look like a giant fucking fool, even bigger than you already are. Eddie doesn’t owe you anything, you know that. Yet here you stand, silently crying over his animosity.

Nancy's words ring in your ears, “he asks about you, he asks if you’re happy.”. What a load of bullshit. He clearly doesn’t give a shit.

“I’ll make sure to stay out of your way then,” is all you manage to blurt out, wiping the wet droplets with the back of your hand.

Pushing past him, making a point to shove his shoulder with a little force, you hurry upstairs and into the confines of your bedroom. You make sure not to let the door shut with a bang, steering away from the dramatics Eddie undoubtedly wanted to provoke. Yes, he hurt your feelings, but you sure as hell weren’t going to let him ruin this weeknd for you and the rest of your mutual friends.

His reaction didn’t surprise you. In fact, you expected it.

That doesn’t mean it’s any easier to digest.

Taking a few minutes to collect yourself, you check your phone and begin to open unseen notifications from various social media sites in an attempt to think about anything else than Eddie’s words.

“Deseperate fucking behaviour,” he’s said that to you before. The deja-vu hits harder than anticipated, making the nausea you thought you surpassed earlier spring right back up, stronger.

Yup. As you regain control of your breathing, you think for sure that coming here was definitely a mistake.

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 18 days ago

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⋆⭒˚.⋆ can I call her what she is? ⋆⭒˚.⋆

summary: Doyoung has a new girlfriend and she makes it very clear to you and you alone that she doesn't like you. Too bad no one believes you

(cw: f!reader, cursing, side character is a bitch, the guys are idiots, angsty with a happy ending!)

You liked to think you were a likable person. You were kind, you had good manners, you were polite, you were never rude, but now you were starting to rethink it all. Ever since Doyoung's girlfriend, Jane, started hanging around, actually. They hadn't been together long, but she was a strong character so it was no wonder she wormed her way into hanging around with you guys.

It wasn't that she was outright mean, but she was snide and passive aggressive. Only to you it seemed. You really should have been in a better state of mind too, you and fratboy!Jaehyun had been official now for a few weeks now. There was a lot of texting over winter break and a lot of time spent together since school started back up. However, you were still a little iffy about you two being together. Old insecurities hadn't yet been quelled and Jane being a bitch just made you feel worse.

Somehow Jane had finagled her way into a Sunday dinner, an event usually reserved the brothers and their partners. It made sense, but usually partners didn't show up within the first month of dating. Jane and Doyoung had only been together for three weeks from what you understood, and you knew better than anyone that being around this group of guys could be a lot. You'd attended a few times before you and Jaehyun were official and you remember being beyond overwhelmed.

You and Taeyong were in the kitchen, plating up the take out you guys had ordered. The kitchen was loud since everyone was hanging out waiting for the last few people to show up. It was like every other Sunday dinner, loud laughing, lots of talking, and complaining about Johnny being gone, some kind of family emergency.

Doyoung led Jane into the kitchen and you watched as she went around the room and greeted everyone. You exhaled a long breath, watching as she greeted Taeyong with a wave and a smile on her face. You waved at her, smiling, "Hey Jane, it's so good to see you again."

The smile on her face freezes, the smile no longer reaching her eyes, "right, so good to see you too."

The weird feeling you always get around her settles into your stomach as dinner progresses. The guys hang on Jane's every word as she explains some kind of biological chemistry phenomenon. Even you have to admit it's interesting, but then she turns to you. The smile on her face is sweet, but you know that look. She's about to say something rude to you.

She clears her throat as she turns to you, "and I'm sorry, what was your major again? Something with children, right?"

"Yeah, I'm an elementary education major," you nod. Jaehyun smiles as he rubs your back, encouraging this connection between the ladies of Nu Chi Theta.

"Of course you are," Jane nods, "you know, times have changed. Women are more than able to pick something in fields that aren't already overrun by females."

You open your mouth to respond, but nothing comes out and Jane's attention is drawn elsewhere with a smug smirk in your direction. What the fuck was her problem?

The dinner ends not too much later, though you had hoped it would have ended sooner. Jane has gone home, something about chemistry homework or whatever. You stay at the table gnawing on your bottom lip as the guys continue to talk around you. You turn to Jaehyun on your right, your voice low, "do you think Jane is mean to me?"

His brows furrow, "what are you talking about? She's nice to everyone."

You helplessly turn to Haechan who sits on your left. He's always had your back, surely he'll believe you, right? "Do you think Jane is weird with me?"

"Did she say something mean to you?" Haechan asks, you nod sincerely, "I didn't catch that. What did she say?"

"About my major being overrun with females," you explain slowly.

Haechan cocks his head to the side, "well, teaching is a field dominated by women so she wasn't really wrong though was she?"

After that night you start to second guess yourself. Were you overthinking it? Was she not being mean to you? Were you making it all up? Still, you find that you don't attend the Sunday dinners because you know she'll be there. When you can't avoid her, you just get quiet and don't interact as much as you normally would.

Tonight though, you cant avoid it. All your excuses have run out and unfortunately telling Jaehyun your pet chinchilla was sick didn't work. You sit in your usual seat, poking at the food on your plate with a blank look on your face.

You can feel Jane's bitchy energy focused right on you. Great, here comes another blow. She sets her cup down, "so did you help Taeyong make dinner tonight?"

You shake your head, not looking up from your plate, "no."

"No wonder it tastes better," she laughs and to your dismay, the rest of the table bursts out in chuckles too.

"But we usually order take out, so she doesn't cook anyway," you hear Johnny pipe up. You look up, feeling a sense of hope and an immense sense of appreciation for your friend.

It's barely enough to deter Jane. She waves off Johnny's comment with another laugh, "so how long have Sunday dinners been for official partners? I know you and Jaehyun haven't been official for very long, right?"

Jaehyun pipes up, "Since the middle of December, happiest days of my life since then."

The other guys roll their eyes playfully, having heard enough about the two of you to know that they won't miss out on anything as they return to their own conversations. Her brows furrow as she leans in from her seat across from you, "Doyoung mentioned that you two had a think going on for months before, so were you just a booty call? Did you trick him into making it official?"

"Ha, trick me," Jaehyun chuckles. Your brows furrow as you look at him with a look of complete hurt. Did he not hear everything she said?

"And I mean really, besides his good looks, what was so appealing about Jaehyun? He had a reputation for sticking his dick anywhere didn't he? I don't think I'd ever let a man disrespect me the way he disrespected you," she shrugs her shoulders, looking around the table at all the guys who have now gone silent.

Johnny coughs out in shock, "yo, what the fuck, Jane?"

"I'm just being honest," Jane shrugs, "it's not that serious."

"No! It is that serious. No one asked you to be honest about shit that doesn't have the slightest thing to do with you," Johnny counters.

"It's just girl talk John, typical female conversation," Jane rolls her eyes.

"But it's not a conversation when Sweets hasn't even said more than one word. You're being really fucking rude. There's no reason to dredge up old wounds for my friends and make a mess where you're not involved at all," Jonnny argues.

"She also implied that I'm a slut," Jaehyun pipes up.

Johnny holds his open palm out in Jaehyun's direction, "I just watched you let Jane stomp all over your girlfriend and decimate her self esteem, you don't get to be defended right now. You fucking laughed about Jane saying Sweets was just a booty call, bro!"

"Johnny, it's alright..." you offer quietly.

"It's really not though. Is this the first time she's talked to you like this?" Johnny asks.

Beside you Haechan shakes his head softly, "it's not. She made some comments a few weeks ago and Sweets asked us about it."

"And that's why you haven't been coming to the dinners, isn't it?" Johnny asks.

You're barely able to nod before Jaehyun is tugging you into his arms in a tight hug and apologizing profusely right in your ear, "I was such an idiot. I'm so sorry, Sweetheart. I'm always going to listen to whatever you say and agree no matter what."

Johnny clears his throat, "I'm sorry to do this to your girlfriend, Doyoung, but I'm going to have to invoke my power as vice president of this frat and ask that you leave, Jane."

Doyoung chokes on his drink, "have you been telling people you're my girlfriend?"

"Yes, because I said I am," Jane rolls her eyes as she stands.

"You're my lab partner in chemistry that can't tell when she's overstayed her welcome. You heard Johnny, bye," Doyoung waves.

She strides away with a scoff, telling Doyoung she was breaking up with him. Everyone looks around the table awkwardly before Haechan clears his throat, "we owe you an apology Sweets."

The table of frat boys nods, all expressing their words of apology as Jaehyun holds you tightly and presses a kiss to the top of your head. Haechan groans, "well, can I call her what she is without anyone getting offended? She was a mega bitch!"

"Cheers to that," Jaehyun chuckles, raising his cup.

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angelltheninth · 15 days ago

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Hey I got into arcane recently. The art is just so goooooood. A feast for the eyes really. And everyone is hot like… help. Anyway, sorry for this loser request, but if you haven’t already can you do arcane characters with a virgin fem partner please

Loser request? I really hope that the loser part isn't that the virgin part, because I will have you know Anon that I am no loser. I am on my way to becoming a wizard!

Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn Kiramman, Maddie Nolen, Ekko, Vander, Silco, Sevika, Viktor, Jayce, Mel x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, kissing, virginity loss, gentle sex, praise, cunnilingus, size kink, fingering, orgasm encouragement, aftercare

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A/N: I'm also asexual so my chances of becoming a wizard are higher than your average persons. Only a few more years and I can be a better version of Harry Potter! Chat please tell me you know the meme I'm referencing and I don't sound like I'm crazy.

Was surprised for sure

She doesn't exactly have a ton of experience either but she has some

Can't say she's not excited about taking your virginity

Literally vibrates with excitement and anticipation of having sex with you and being the first one to make you come

At least as orgasms that are given by someone else that is, she would like to watch you fuck yourself sometime

Gets pussydrunk so easily, her grin smug and eyes literally shimmering

Really into making you ride her face, as you will learn over the course of your first night together

Has so much stamina that you can never even hope to keep up with but she never expected you to

Flattered that she could make you come just with her tongue

But wants to work on your stamina in the future

At first she thinks that she should tease you about it

Then she thinks better of it, since it's not exactly something to be ashamed of, she didn't mean anything bad by her teasing either

It's just... she knows she's not your first girlfriend, so how come you never had sex before

Nerves, well in that case she'll go slow with you, make sure you're not overwhelmed by her

Enthusiastic as she is she holds back, her fingers spreading you open slowly, only pushing them in a bit and then stopping fully

Doesn't stop talking dirty to you, grinning smugly when she feels your pussy tightening around her fingers

Likes it when you're flustered around her, not when you're uncomfortable

Cocky for sure, especially when she manages to make you come and didn't even need to touch your clit to do it

If she did she would have overstimulated you, you were already shaking so much

Keeps assuring you that you don't need to return the favor, but would love it if you do

Been a while since she slept with a virgin so she's actually a little nervous as well

Romantic dates, candle lights, relaxing baths, a massage, she pulls out every trick in the book to make it the best night ever

There's a lot of soft touching and affirmations from her

Has to battle a smile when you're blushing because she's making you feel good

Asks what makes you feel good when you're doing it by yourself and tries to do the same

Experimenting can come later, she wants to make your first time a nice experience, a memorable experience

Kisses down your body, almost like she's worshiping you

Seeing you sopping wet for her definitely helps her know she's doing a good job before she dives forward to eat you out

Tells you to pull her hair a lot, she won't mind

Keeps saying how pretty you are, how beautiful your moans sounds, how she wants to be the only one you moan for from now on

Feels really happy and excited that you'd trust her enough to be the first person to sleep with

Very touchy with you, not just as she's undressing you but in general, so it doesn't feel like it's too much when she guides you to the bed

Grinning she pulls you into a deep kiss and wraps her arms around you to press you against her, thighs sliding between each other

She guids your hips to move against her thigh, chuckling when she feels how slick you're making it

Kisses you the whole time because it's her favorite thing to do and because she knows it'll calm you

Doesn't go for penetration for your first time

But really wants you to sit on her face and to fuck you with her tongue

Subtly writes her name on your clit

Won't rush you into an orgasm, she lets you chase it on your own, her hands soothing against your trembling thighs

Post-orgasm cuddles are some of her favorite things so don't think this will be a one time thing

Before you told him you were a virgin he was a lot more relaxed

Now he feels a kind of pressure on himself to make your first time good

His first time was a quickie and not that memorable at all

So as your boyfriend he wants to give you a better experience and make sure you remember it for the rest of your life

Teases you to cover up his own nerves

He talks to you a lot, particularly when he's getting ready to push his cock into you

Before he does he does warn you that it can be painful but it won't last long

Shakes while pushing his cock into you, he really wants to fuck you but he's holding himself back, he's being considerate of you

Keeps his thrusts slow, smiling down at you before he pulls you into a gentle kiss, telling you how good you feel around him

Leaves it up to you if he pulls out or not

Genuinely surprised, so surprised he drops a glass and it breaks

Doesn't think you should be embaressed by it at all

Some people take a lot of time to feel safe and comfortable to be intimate with others

He's actually pretty flattered that you want him to be the one who took your virginity

Knows he's on the bigger size in terms of dick size so he really doesn't expect you to be able to take all of him, maybe half if you're lucky

It can be too much for your first time

You can just make up for it by giving him a really nice handjob

Pulls you onto his lap and wants to cuddle you afterwards, he was always pretty protective and caring towards you

Now that he's your lover you can expect that his protective tendencies will get even stronger

Surprised when you want to go again so soon but he won't argue with you

Had a feeling you were inexperienced but he didn't want to say anything

Then you might feel pressured into having sex with him and that's the last thing he wants

Besides if he was only after sex then he could get it easily

He wants more than just a one night stand, by now you know that he cares about you and wants this to be a serious relationship

Just because he's serious about this doesn't mean he can take the day off

Actually he thinks it might be better if happens spontaneously

His cock is rock hard when he pulls you onto his lap when you tease him in his office

You need to learn that there are consequences for your actions

Keeps his hand on your mouth as he fucks his cock into you, it would be bad if you were interrupted for your first time and you don't get that orgasm you've been so desperate for

From this moment on he expects you to be at his full disposal and he will be at yours, naturally, there's a lot you still need to learn about pleasuring a man like him

Tries to hold back her cocky smirk but she just can't, oh this is too good, a hot lady like you and no one's fucked you yet

Just means she gets to be the first one to show you how good sex can be

After she's done with you there won't ever be anyone else that'll be able to satisfy you like she could

Has to brag about her skills but won't make fun of you for your lack of skills

Offers to do it in the 69 position so you can mimic her movements

The best way to teach is a hands on method, or in this case the mouth and tongue on

Even though your own movements are a little clumsy and you can't focus all that well you still try to follow her lead the best you can and believe her she loves that hard working side of you

Smokes after sex, that's a habit at this point

But the catch is that she smokes after really good sex so you should take that as the highest of compliments

How soon can you go again because she would love to keep you going all night long

Well he doesn't have much experience to speak off either

So you can both learn new things, you don't have to be nervous around him

Gets hard for you really easily and has to focus to keep himself from coming too soon

Usually this isn't a problem for him but you've been the object of his fantasies and dreams many times before, he hopes this isn't another one of those fantasies

But the moment he pushes his finger inside of you he's convinced it's real, it feels right, to pleasure you, to love you

Keeps rubbing his cock while fingering you, he wants to show you he's just as eager and excited for this as you are

He moves really damn fast when he finally pushes his cock into your pussy, he can't help himself, he can't hold back, it's almost overwhelming

After he feels your inner walls pulsing and massaging his cock he slows down just a little

Not fully slow, but enough to get some control over himself

Doesn't want you get you pregnant on your first night together but in the future you can discuss such things

Almost comes in his pants from excitement

Now that would be embarrassing, for him not for you, he bets you'd love to see that

Someday maybe you will but for now he wants to focus on your pleasure not his

Eats you out like he's been starving for eternity

You have to push him away to get him to stop, your juices dripping from his mouth and into his beard, making it all shiny

Kisses your thighs, covers them with kisses and bites actually, same with your pussy

His eyes roll back when he bottoms out inside of you, he honestly didn't think you'd want all of him for your first time but you were very determined

That determination should be rewarded

He has always been the giver, he loves making his lover feel pleasure, especially if he's the first one to do that for her

You won't escape his arms when he wraps them around you from behind, pampering the back of your neck and shoulders with lazy, appreciative kisses after sex

You should have told her this information sooner, then she wouldn't have flirted with you so hard

Not that she regrets having you naked in her bed or anything like that, the opposite is true, she thinks she should have given you more time to fall into her bed

But if you're still sure you want to do this with her tonight then she will be more than happy to give you pleasure until the Sun rises

Always had a way with words and praise is no different

She might be three fingers deep in your pussy and making you squirt but she'll be damned if she'll stop talking about how sexy you are or how lucky she feels tonight

Never been much of a cuddler, she was always very guarded, but this is a special occasion

Of course she'll let you return the favor

Don't worry about clumsiness or anything like that, just do what feels right, do what makes you feel good

Trust that she'll tell you if it doesn't feel good

She doesn't really do one night stands but she also doesn't sleep over at other people's places a lot, so if you want to do this again you're gonna have to make your intentions clear next time

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adieutristana · 1 month ago

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can u write about u being arcane!women’s first experience with a girl? bonus points if u include lesbian pining ,,, my heart would be yours

of course! thank you for the request <3

did not include vi or sevika since im p sure they’re both canonically experienced sorryyy

summary; reader being arcane women’s first experience with a woman (or at all).

characters included; jinx, mel, caitlyn, lest

tags/warnings; fingering, cunnilingus, tribbing, loss of virginity, masturbation, squirting (jinx), semi-public (caitlyn), smoking (lest), fluff, friends to lovers/fwb however you wanna interpret it, yearning/pining

men and minors dni.

jinx;

✧.* jinx’s first experience with a woman was her first experience, point blank. she’d never been particularly interested in pursuing anybody, never had the time nor drive for it. on nights the girl did find herself pent up, she’d relieve herself on her own pillows or fingers.

✧.* though once she met you, she understood very quickly why other people had those urges. she didn’t want to necessarily lust over you; she has decency. but from the first moment you met, jinx was captivated by your eyes. taken by your voice and the way you handled her- not like piltover’s most wanted, but just a girl.

✧.* you'd spoken to her with such regard, like she was just anyone else. you were kind. and the more jinx came to know you, the more she found herself falling. not only were you kind, but you seemed genuinely interested in her. what type of interested, she couldn't figure out, but you asked her about herself. you cared what she had to say, you laughed along with her. spent time at her hideout, invited her to your place.

✧.* and your smile, janna above- your smile. the girl could feel herself being drawn in by you, both in terms of as a person and... as a partner. she really does enjoy your company, she loves all of your little quirks. but damn, does she just wish she could kneel between your legs and get a taste of you, hear each breathy moan she pulls from you.

✧.* often, it's not even five minutes after you leave the hideout that jinx has her pants pulled down around her ankles, fingers playing with her needy clit whilst her back arches off the cot- imagining it were you touching her instead. she wonders how your fingers would feel inside of her. how would they fill her? would you take your time, or give it to her rough, splitting her open on your fingers alone?

✧.* the fantasy alone brings jinx to ecstasy more times than she can count, but it's not enough. she wants you to be the one making her feel good- feel better than she can with just her fingers. she's never felt like this before. yet all she knows is every fiber of her being craves you.

✧.* though it's late at night at jinx's hideout when rain takes zaun. it doesn't rain too often in the undercity, but when it does, it's bad. you both know that at this time of night, with this rain, it wouldn't be safe for you to return to your place. so jinx is the first to suggest: "why don't you stay here tonight?"

✧.* you're quick to accept. the two of you have spent several nights together, so tonight should be no different. though it does excite you a little, being able to spend this much time with her. alone. you're trying to keep it subtle, but you've been developing feelings for your new friend for a while now. you'd noticed her smile, her laugh, the way her braids move with every moment. her absolute genius qualities when she rambles on about her inventions, though it goes in one ear and out the other for you. you'll always listen, though, because it's jinx.

✧.* it starts off innocent: talking to each other about your day. you telling jinx about the friends you'd hung out with today (though you swear you can see a twinge of jealousy in her eyes). jinx telling you about the gadgets she'd experimented with, though none of the experiments were fruitful.

✧.* "well, it's good for learning, isn't it?" you murmur, noticing jinx inching closer, closer to you. she's sitting on her knees, but her face is alarmingly close to yours. so close that you can feel her warm breath on the skin of your neck, and you can detect the faint scent of gunpowder on her.

✧.* it happens before you can stop yourself. you're leaning forward, pressing your lips to jinx's. softly, at first. but as soon as the girl reciprocates, it's wild. a push and pull, ebb and flow of pure want. her slender fingers are already sliding up your shirt while your hands find purchase on her plump rear, all while your tongues swirl together in an uncoordinated fight for dominance.

✧.* you both swallow up moans from the other- your head falling back from jinx's lips when she reaches for your tits and squeezes. "hmph, ah.. that's-" "good?" "mhm, really good..."

✧.* hands continue to wander. squeeze, grope, caress, until the girl's fingers land at the waistband of your shorts, and she pauses. her rosy eyes look into yours, almost searching for any trace of doubt. "are you.. sure about this?"

✧.* and you can only nod. fuck, you've waited this long. you want her, and clearly jinx wants you in return.

✧.* it's a mess of rushed touches. you slipping jinx's top over her head to reveal her perfect, perky tits- squeezing them a little and seeing her lips part while you play with them. you're both learning just how sensitive that part of her is.. and it's something you'll keep in mind.

✧.* she doesn't know quite what to do, jinx has only ever pleasured herself. she isn't sure how to make somebody else feel good, how to have sex, but she's more than willing to try. instead of getting herself too worked up, she just lets things take their course. she's here for the ride.

✧.* it's when you begin to slot your legs with jinx's that her breath hitches, and she eagerly completes the motion. though jinx isn't experienced, she's heard things from around zaun, read things in books and magazines during her spare time. the girl knows what you're trying, and it only serves to heighten her excitement.

✧.* as soon as your pussy makes contact with hers, she gasps, her eyes locking with yours while her hands come to grip at your hips. jinx will make damn sure you're not going anywhere- then you both start to move, and jinx swears she can see stars.

✧.* "hng, fuck... you feel so good, so good-" and she can tell that you're enjoying this too, from the way your eyes are half-lidded and hazy, the way your hips slowly rock into hers. "so do you, i- shit!"

✧.* the pace doesn't stay slow for long. both of you speed up, greedy for each little touch and brush of your aching clits. your combined moans mix together, slick coating the both of your inner thighs while you rut against each other like needy animals. jinx's manicured nails dig into the flesh of your hips, a delicious sting whilst you grope at anything you can: her ass, her slim waist, her tits.

✧.* she feels it then. that familiar knot in the pit of her stomach. her toned abs clenching with every motion, and she can tell by your increasingly high-pitched moans that you're right there with her. one of her arms moves to drape around your neck to pull you closer, closer. it's not only about the physical act, but being with you.

✧.* "i'm gonna.. gonna cum," she breathes out, the girl's voice a soft whine. her lower lip is caught beneath her gapped teeth while her eyes roll back the slightest bit. you only nod frantically, moving to press soft kisses along the expanse of her jawline. "i know, i know.. mm- me too."

✧.* your motions only become more frenzied, more wild with each passing moment as you both chase your high. your foreheads pressed together whilst your sounds of pleasure mix together and the lewd sounds of your cunts gliding against each other can be heard.

✧.* with one final brush of your clits, one last squeeze of her peachy ass, jinx's back arches against you. a shrill, high-pitched cry escapes her, her hips still endlessly moving as she reaches her climax- purple-pink liquid squirting out to coat your lower stomach and thighs. she chants out your name like it's a hymn. and you're not far behind, coming undone into her embrace shortly thereafter.

✧.* it's a mess. mixed arousal between your legs, a sheen of sweat over your skin. jinx's bangs sticking to her forehead and her breath coming in shallow gasps, while you can barely string together a sentence. the only thing you can think to do is hold each other. stay there, stay until you've calmed down.

✧.* "jeez, that was..." she gasps out, a light smile tugging at her lips. "yeah... wow."

mel;

✧.* mel has been intrigued by you since the moment you met. you came to her as an assistant of sorts, someone hired by the council to sort through her papers, answer letters and calls. though she wasn't made aware of this until you were actually there, she quickly became used to your presence. came to enjoy it, even.

✧.* "alright, so... my files are over here, organized alphabetically. my finances are personal, so i hope you weren't hired as an accountant-" "i wasn't." "you weren't? perfect. then, my pens are here, and you're welcome to use this chair..."

✧.* before long, the two of you became good friends. mel still likes having her time in her office, after all- so you'd talk to her while copying files or stamping her signature on paperwork. it started off simple. mel's role as a councilwoman, how you became an assistant, your respective families, what you both like to do outside of work, what kind of books you read...

✧.* though things became a bit more personal after a few weeks. you'd asked if mel was seeing anyone- no, she wasn't. she had been with the so-called 'man of progress' for a while, but it didn't end up working out. when prompted as to why it didn't work out, mel didn't want to say.

✧.* and she'd asked you the same thing. "i don't really have the time for that, miss medarda," you'd replied, feeding another sheet into her paper shredder. "mel. we're friends, aren't we?" "...yes, we're friends."

✧.* shortly thereafter, you'd taken your friendship outside of work. often visiting piltover's shops together, mel showing you her favorite spots for candles and jewelry while you showed her different food joints (each one she thoroughly enjoyed trying). it was a bit of adventure both of you needed in your lives.

✧.* though mel found herself growing fond of you after another few weeks. fond of you, in a way inappropriate between friends. she enjoyed your company, she did. but the woman couldn't help wondering what your lips would feel like on hers- what they'd taste like.

✧.* but you're both professionals- you can't do that. at least not in her office. perish the thought.

✧.* not until she finally got you back at her home did you even consider anything like that. it's a vast space, white walls and marble floors. gold accents the walls, several photos hung up with the faint scents of a hibiscus candle burning. what surprised you was that mel's home isn't like the stereotypical cut-and-dry home of piltover's inhabitants, soulless and bare. her house feels like a home.

✧.* "nice place," you observe, your eyes scanning her living room with increased admiration. "thank you," she'd replied, before taking a seat on a couch against the wall. the woman's green eyes flit up to you, that gentle smile of hers gracing her features. "come, sit."

✧.* you're all too eager to accept the woman's invitation. sitting close to her, your thigh brushes the side of hers- an action that doesn't go unnoticed by either of you, but one that isn't brought up in word. you clear your throat, turning your gaze back to mel's eyes. "right. so... did you have anything planned for tonight?"

✧.* "not really," mel shrugs, tilting her head lightly. "i was hoping you'd had something in mind." and truth be told, you did. your thighs were still touching, her glossed lips look so damn inviting, and her voice, oh gods, her voice. what you wouldn't give to hear her whimpering in your ear. you can't think much before your hand is on her thigh, fingers crawling higher- higher, until they're almost at the top of her skirt.

✧.* "...what are you doing?" she murmurs, though it's clear in her expression that this isn't unwanted. "just.. wanna feel you," you respond. she swallows, nodding, a heavy breath escaping her. but there's still an underlying level of uncertainty. "something's wrong. you can tell me, you know?"

✧.* mel sighs again, looking off to the side with a sheepish air. "it's just... i've never been with a woman before." the words hang over your heads, charged with energy and desire. mel is expecting disappointment, maybe rejection, but what she gets instead is a laugh from you. you shake your head, your grin wide. "so? that doesn't matter. there's a first time for everything."

✧.* and this relaxes mel that much more. truth be told, she'd harbored feelings for women before. she'd admired them from afar, held their hands, wished to kiss them, but never had the chance to. maybe she'd been afraid. maybe it was the fact she wasn't too experienced in general, even with men, because of her job. what she does know, is that she's sure of this- of you. "okay," she whispers.

✧.* that's all the incentive that you need to let your hand trail closer to her, brushing over her clothed core. it elicits a soft gasp from the woman, before you quickly capture her lips with your own. it's gentle, the two of you finding a slow rhythm after mere seconds. mel's hand comes to cup your cheek while your thumb teases her slit over her panties.

✧.* a few more moments of teasing, kissing, hearing her breathy sounds, and you pull mel's white panties to the side. just enough to expose her to cold air, before your thumb lands on her clit again- bare, this time. she lets out a guttural moan, lips parted an arm comes to wrap around your neck.

✧.* "ah- haaah, that's good," she manages. the corners of your lips tug up in a soft smile- good. you're doing something right. your thumb circles her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to keep her going, until slowly, your middle finger eases into her entrance, and her back arches.

✧.* you give her a moment to adjust, slowly pumping your middle finger in and out of her. she's wet, soaking, clearly eager for this, her hole seeming to just suck you in. both her mind and her body are on the same page.

✧.* "ngh- more, please..." she whimpers, and your grin only widens. you don't need to be told twice- within a matter of seconds, you're inserting your ring finger, pumping both fingers inside, keeping a steady pace on mel's needy clit.

✧.* she's whimpering, moaning out, her arm around you tightening. she needs you closer, though you're all too happy to oblige. you press soft, fleeting kisses over the expanse of her neck, humming soft praises to her throughout your efforts. it's when you curl your fingers against that spongy spot that causes mel's back to arch into you. her eyes almost roll back, her mouth hanging open as a subtle 'uh, uh, uh' is drawn from the woman.

✧.* it doesn't take long for her to get there. her gummy walls squeezing and fluttering around your digits while you continuously thrust in and out of her, pussy squelching eagerly. it's electric, intoxicating. "oh, oh, gods, i'm gonna-"

✧.* "shh, shh, i know," you murmur, your voice a gentle whisper. your voice has a dominating edge still, but it's soft. reassuring. mel is safe with you, and she knows that. "go ahead, beautiful. let go for me."

✧.* her eyes roll back with those words, and you feel her positively gushing around your fingers. your name falls from her plump lips over and over, a symphony just for your ears. it might be the most beautiful sound you've ever heard. you keep your fingers inside, curling and pumping to ride her through her orgasm.

✧.* after a moment, you slowly slide out your fingers, your clean hand coming to cup the woman's chin. "everything okay?" you whisper. she only swallows and nods, clearly breathless and spent. "mhm.. that was good. great."

caitlyn;

✧.* caitlyn has always been a bit too preoccupied for any types of relationships or any flings. she's eyed women before; always found them beautiful, fascinating. even from a young age, she'd often find herself distracted during lessons by a female classmate, or maybe a friend of hers whilst training as an enforcer. but never had any time to pursue it further than friendship.

✧.* though, as of late, caitlyn has found herself with much more free time. it's not that her workload has lessened, but she's learned some time management. learned how to prioritize, and only take on what's in her best interest. it was while you were both at one of piltover's many city fundraising events that you first saw each other.

✧.* the first time the girl saw you, she was captivated. no better word for it, you were beautiful. the dress you wore was elegant, sleek, but showed your figure in a tasteful manner- and when you looked over your shoulder, the two of you locked eyes for just a moment. she was about to look away in embarrassment, but then you smiled at her.

✧.* when you'd made your way over to caitlyn with careful steps, caitlyn's heart nearly stopped. she's a confident and strong woman- she shouldn't be like this. but around you, she couldn't help it. she didn't have a chance from the start.

✧.* "hi," you'd started. "you're the kiramman girl, right?" to which she'd nodded, clutching the handle of her champagne glass a little tighter. "i am. did you have business with me?" "no, just wanted to talk to you."

✧.* and talk you did. you held her attention nearly the entire night, even through auctions and gatherings within the fundraiser. you talked about your jobs, your families, what brought you to this fundraiser (caitlyn had to be there as a figurehead, you just liked to spectate the auctions).

✧.* you quickly became friends thereafter. you exchanged information, and turns out, you didn't live too far from caitlyn's residence. the two of you often met at similar events, immediately seeking each other out and basking in each other's company. you laughed, you made commentary, you snuck off together to gossip about piltover's nobility.

✧.* "these auctions are so stupid," you huffed, crossing your arms. "i mean, what does the money even go towards?" "the council," caitlyn responded, as if it were the most obvious fact in the world. apparently it isn't, but this is the norm for her. "aha! i knew it!"

✧.* your conversations grow more intimate, eventually. you start talking about your ambitions, your philosophies, what's truly important to you in life. you talk about relationships, and while you tell caitlyn that you've been in one serious relationship, she's never dated anyone. cute, you figure, but you're not surprised. someone of her occupation and status likely doesn't have the time or want for things like that.

✧.* or so you thought. the woman found herself growing more and more fond of you with each day, each conversation. every time your eyes locked with hers or she saw your bright smile, her heart contracted in her chest, and she knew she was in for it. it was made even worse when she got a glimpse of your hips swaying, or your cleavage when you bent down.

✧.* she didn't do anything with these feelings at first, she didn't know how. she didn't know what she was supposed to do with herself, not when you were so utterly enchanting. not when you'd made her feel things she'd never felt before, without even doing anything together.

✧.* it was when caitlyn first showed you around her office and you sat on the edge of her wooden desk that she realized just how intimate this moment between the two of you was. a locked door, the blinds half-closed, only the two of you in her private office after hours. she'd wanted to show you without being interrupted, but now- damn the tour. it's not that interesting anyways, she thinks.

✧.* but how, exactly, is she supposed to bring this up? "hey, i've taken a liking to you and would like to expand on that?" that's stupid. she can't just...

✧.* "hey, caitlyn, are you alright?" she hears, which snaps her out of her daze. the tips of her ears are flushed the slightest bit, but she swallows and nods without turning to you. her back facing you, her arms crossed over her chest- she never acts like this. tentatively, you reach out to take one of her arms and gently turn her.

✧.* "come on. if something's wrong, you can tell me," you urge, and the softness in your gaze nearly kills her. but she doesn't know what else to do, so she lunges forward and crashes her lips into yours. her hands brace on either side of the desk where you're sitting- and to your surprise, you don't pull away. you don't reject her. she's met with your lips moving against her, your tongue tracing along her bottom lip in a silent plea for entrance. yes, she answers.

✧.* kissing turns into fondling, with caitlyn's hands sliding up the hem of your shirt. taking your breasts through your bra and squeezing, causing your head to tilt back in ecstasy. she seems confident enough- but she pauses, letting out a heavy sigh. "...i've never done this before," she whispers.

✧.* "i know," you hum, wrapping your arms around the woman's slender waist. "but that's okay. just let me lead, alright?"

✧.* she takes a moment, but slowly nods. "okay," she breathes out, before you gently guide her to lay back on the hard wood of her desk. with your positions now switched, you hike up her top- placing light pecks over her stomach, down towards the waistband of her slacks. she's a bit breathy, squirming, but it's just nerves, you figure. your fingers hook into the waistband of her pants, slowly pulling them down until they pool around her ankles.

✧.* "relax, darling," you whisper, the pet name causing a shiver to run down her spine. her cotton panties are soon to follow, joining her pants around her ankles. leaning in closer, you can see just how worked up she is already. it's sweet, a little endearing, even. you hadn't even properly done anything. maybe it's nerves, maybe it's excitement, maybe it's a mix of both.

✧.* when your tongue lands on her clit and starts to tentatively swirl, caitlyn bites back a moan. her hand flies to clap over her mouth as you deliver little kitten licks over the bud. she's already so damn wet, as if her pussy is greedily inviting you in. how cute.

✧.* you keep those motions going, deciding you won't try and put your tongue in. at least, not this time. maybe another, if you get that far (and you hope to janna you do). your motions quicken and her chest heaves, her breath coming to her in labored gasps. despite her hand over her mouth, a few deep moans still escape. they might be the most beautiful sound you've ever heard.

✧.* it's when your lips form a seal over her clit and you suck, that you feel caitlyn's free hand fly down to tangle in your hair. "hah- oh! oh, that's-" she pushes you a little closer, seeking out every bit of friction she can get. she's going off of pure instinct and need. there's no rhyme or reason to her efforts, but you can see just how badly she needs this. you only quicken, detecting how close the girl is.

✧.* "gonna- mmph, i'm close," she whines out, words still muffled by her own hand. those words spur you on, sucking, licking, doing whatever humanly possible to bring her there. you'll show her just how good this can be. how good she can feel.

✧.* within moments, a sharp cry escapes her as her hips arch into your mouth. they're bucking against your tongue, seeking out more, more, more, while she gushes onto the hard wood. "hng.. cumming, cumming," she whimpers.

✧.* you ease away from her within the next moment, slowly crawling up her body to brush light kisses along her neck. her hand falls from her mouth, the woman panting underneath you. "everything okay?" she swallows and nods, her arms coming to wrap around you and rest on your lower back. "yeah... yeah. more than okay, actually."

lest;

✧.* lest is a busy woman. she's got an appreciation for life outside of her job, of course, she's always been an independent and artistic sort of woman. though she's never really had much time for relationships in her life, only the odd fling here and then. all of which have been with men.

✧.* of course, she's looked at and admired women before. desired them, several times. but lest has never pursued those feelings, always deeming herself too busy or too tired. truth be told, it's been a while since any sexual encounters, but she's able to take care of herself. she has a right hand for when she gets particularly frustrated.

✧.* though when lest ran into you at one of piltover's markets, it was different. several local artists, seamstresses, jewelers, and weavers of all kinds had set up booths with a wide arrange of products. no two stalls were the same, she's found, but she finds you at a booth advertising hand-woven tapestries. only from the back at first, but she heard your laugh as you spoke with the weaver. an old friend, perhaps? she got a bit closer, though, and you turned back over your shoulder to look at her. lest swore she could feel her heart stop, if only for a second.

✧.* then you smiled at her. very quickly, lest knew that she had to do something, but she wasn't sure exactly what. she didn't know how she was supposed to approach you, if that was even welcome, but-

✧.* "you're staring," you'd pointed out, then beckoned the woman over with your hand. "the tapestries are beautiful, i'm sure you'd like them."

✧.* the two of you shortly struck up a conversation- small talk, mostly. you told her about your line of work, before she said that she works with the wealthy people of piltover in peddling shimmer. it's candid, a bit too honest, but you didn't seem to mind. you didn't have much of a reaction at all, in fact.

✧.* nearing the end of the interaction, you wrote your phone number down on a slip of paper and handed it over with a light grin. "no pressure, but in case you want to talk," you'd said.

✧.* and talk she did. the two of you spoke at least once every day over the phone, over anything and everything- life, family, gossip about all the people lest meets and services, about your own relationships...

✧.* lest is a good listener, you'd learned that early on. but she seems a bit more reserved. she's your friend, shouldn't you feel comfortable telling you things? you've told the woman some rather personal things, such as your one and only breakup story, and your qualms with family, even your ambitions.

✧.* "come on," you'd urged, a playful lilt to your voice. "just tell me something. have you ever been with anyone, like... intimately?"

✧.* you'd then heard a deep sigh on the other end. "a few times," she'd murmured, her voice gravelly. "never anything serious." and she'd left it at that.

✧.* but with every phone call, every time you met back up with the woman in person and snaked your arms around her waist upon reunion, lest could feel her feelings towards you taking a less innocent turn. she'd started to see you as less of a friend, and more of a companion. she saw the way your lips curved into a smile when you spotted her across a room, your cleavage when you wore those tanks on particularly hot days, your legs... lest wanted more, that's what she knew for certain.

✧.* it was when you'd met in lest's home that things got a bit more heated. you'd been to her place a few times already: intricately-woven rugs decorated the floors, the thick aroma of incense filled the air in each room. the place was carefully decorated with various trinkets and keepsakes collected over several years, yet it just felt so lest. she sat you down on a green velvet couch, sitting down next to you before lighting a pipe.

✧.* pink smoke filled the room and exited through her lips, before the woman turns her attention back to you. "care for some?" you just shook your head with a polite smile, before laying your head on her shoulder. it's a bold move, sure, but it feels natural. her breath hitches in her throat, though she tries her hardest to push the feelings of arousal down.

✧.* it's a moment of comfortable silence, maybe too comfortable. lest taking puffs of shimmer and relaxing more and more into the couch. you've gotta do something, you figure- and that's when your lips land on lest's. careful, tentative, you're expecting to maybe be pushed away.

✧.* but that isn't what happens at all. she pushes into it, quickly wrapping her arms around your neck as her tongue slips into your mouth with almost scary ease. your bodies begin to move together, you can feel lest's erection through her skirt. your hand starts to reach between her thighs, but your wrist is quickly grabbed. lest pulls away, breathless and panting.

✧.* "no," she insists. "i want to do something for you." your eyes widen a bit with that, and you tilt your head. "are you sure? i really don't m-" "no."

✧.* lest then moves to kneel on the floor between your legs. she looks up at you for a silent confirmation before you nod, giving a whispered 'go ahead.' that's all the cue lest needs before her lips begin trailing up your inner thighs, soft and careful. her touches feel loving, intimate. not lustful or rushed like you might've prepared for, though you know lest better by now.

✧.* she then works her way up right beside your aching pussy, which causes you to shiver ever so slightly. she can see the wet spot on your panties, only proof of just how much you want this. it spurs the woman on that much more. she slowly pulls them down around your ankles, before she places a kiss right over your slit.

✧.* "ah- that's..." you breathe out, before lest's tongue lands on you. though the way lest is doing this, you can sense that she hasn't done this before. it isn't bad, per se, but some guidance could help. "a little higher, baby," you whisper. the pet name is a surprise, but not an unwelcome one, and she follows your instructions. the second her tongue lands on your clit your head falls back, and you let out a sharp moan. that's it, she thinks. she's doing this right.

✧.* she delivers a few slow licks at first, but quickly goes to swirling her tongue over the bud. you're practically soaked by now- your juices are soaking down her chin. your moans bounce of the walls like some kind of melody, one lest wants to hear more and more of. she groans against you, the vibrations only heightening your pleasure.

✧.* "mmph- fuck! right there, lest, right there-" which is when she began to suck, and you let out a shrill cry. she alternated between motions, licking and sucking, taking you apart meticulously with her hot tongue alone.

✧.* it's electric. it feels like your head is spinning, all of your senses heightened. you can feel a knot forming in the bottom of your stomach, coiling tighter and tighter with each swipe of lest's tongue. her lips against you, her claws digging into your hips, it's all too much. yet so fucking delicious.

✧.* "please, keep going, i'm.. i'm gonna," you breathe out, your breaths labored. lest doesn't stop for a second, her eyes half-lidded and all of her attention honed in on you. she keeps alternating, desperate to bring you there. she'll take you to that edge, all you have to do is fall over.

✧.* and you do, with a sharp cry of her name. your orgasm crashes into you like a freight train, a sheen of sweat over your body whilst she takes her time cleaning you up- damn, she's dedicated. she pulls back, though, licking her lips before her yellow eyes flit up to you.

✧.* "was.. that okay?" she murmurs, moving her hands to rest on your thighs. "okay?" you laugh, shaking your head. "gods, that was... amazing. a lot better than okay."

#jinx x reader #jinx smut #mel medarda x reader #caitlyn kiramman x reader #lest x reader #arcane x reader #arcane x you #reader insert #sapphic #lesbian

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myloveer0 · 3 months ago

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My lovely darling

Girlfriend Ambessa Medarda X Fem!reader

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Summary: You were just trying to survive your family reunion when Ambessa Medarda—your girlfriend—showed up unannounced. Now, you have no choice but to introduce her to your entire clan. What’s got you nervous isn’t just introducing any partner—it’s the fact that you’re dating a woman who also happens to be twice your age.

💋 Enough with the smut we need sweet girlfriend Ambessa💋

All of the Ambessa's fic are mostly smut. Now i want write different this time ;)

Part I

The night of the gathering was full of noise, the endless chatter, catching up with your cousins which you hadn’t seen in ages, and men cheering at the current football game. It was so noisy and chaotic which was stressing you out.

But still, there was something comforting about seeing those familiar faces. Your aunties laughing out loud echoing from the kitchen, your uncle's bad jokes that somehow got worse every year, the kids running around and toddler crying the brain out.

Family gatherings were never your thing. Too many questions, too much noise, and way too many relatives. You just don't have a choice but to obey your mother since it only happens once a year. Everyone minding their own business. It was almost funny, though, how everyone acted like nothing ever happened. Just last year, there was that massive fight over your Grandpa’s inheritance and the land rights. You thought your family would never be the same again.

But here we were, gathered like old times—those heated arguments maybe forgotten. This is what families like. Everyone was busy bragging about their new cars, job promotions, or perfectly curated family vacations.

You were doing a decent job of blending into the background, sipping your martini and pretending to care as your aunt went on about her new Victoria’s Secret bag that definitely looked fake.

It was fake, but you weren’t rude enough to point it out. You just kept nodding, trying your best to look impressed.

“So, do you have a boyfriend yet?” Your auntie suddenly asked. Wine glass in hand, eyes sparkling with nosy curiosity. “Anyone special in your life?”

But of course, it wouldn't be a family gathering without that question.

You forced a polite smile, which lead to an awkward laugh the kind that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

Your auntie's release a collective gasp, followed by the inevitable assumption. You wanna roll your eyes.

Not surprised… are they asking you because you’re the only adult in the family who still hasn’t brought a boyfriend this year? Just like every other year. Meanwhile, your cousins are busy introducing their partners to the family—even the one who’s still in high school. And there you are… all alone.

“You know, Y/n, your cousin Emily is already married and has a two-year-old son. She’s doing so well! You really should think about settling down, sweetheart. You’re not getting any younger, and it’s harder to have kids when you’re older.”

Ah, yes. Emily—the family’s golden child. Same age as you, but somehow light-years ahead in the game of life, according to everyone else. Married, a kid, probably a dog too, for good measure. It’s like she checked off every box on the ‘Perfect Life’ checklist, and here you are alone while everyone assuming you where still trying to find a pen.

You'd force a smile, nod along, and pretend like it didn’t bother you. But inside? You was screaming. If only they knew.

You were doing your best to avoid another round of those questions when your cousin tapped you on the shoulder.

“Hey, Y/n” he whispered, glancing around while a plate food in his hand. “Someone’s looking for you outside.”

You blinked. “Who?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Some lady. But, uh… she looks like someone important. She was kinda scary too..”

That made you pause. Someone important? You racked your brain, trying to think of who would show up here, of all places. But with no other choice, you set your martini down and asked to leave. As you made your way to the front door, a strange feeling settled in your chest.

And then you stepped outside the gate.

You froze.

There, standing by her sleek black car, was her.

Ambessa Medarda.

Your girlfriend.

She wore a sharp red and black suit, tailored to perfection, exuding power with every inch of her posture. The soft evening light glinted off her gold earrings, and her confident stance made it impossible to look anywhere else. Your heart did this weird little lurch, and your chest tightened with a mix of excitement and full-blown panic.

Because what the hell was she doing here?

Behind her—not far away—was another black car, more like an convoy. And there you saw Ricktus, Ambessa’s head security. He glanced in your direction, giving a slight bow when your eyes met. You returned a small smile before starting to walk toward Ambessa.

You barely had time to process before Ambessa large build crossed the distance between you, her hand sliding behind your neck as she pulled you in for a kiss—right there, in the open, in front of your parents house. Your brain screamed at you to stop her, to do something, but your body? Yeah, it had other plans. You melted into the kiss, your nerves buzzing under your skin, and when she finally pulled back, you were left breathless, trying to collect your thoughts.

“Ambessa,”You whispered, glancing nervously over your shoulder to make sure no one had seen. Thank goodness.. you didn't have a front yard party. “What… what are you doing here?”

Ambessa smiled, that infuriatingly calm, self-assured smile that always made you weak in the knees. “I missed you. little one ”

You blinked. “It’s been barely two weeks.”

“Too long,” Ambessa said without missing a beat, seriously? How can she be so clingy and possesive at the same time. Which was kinda cute to be honest. “So, I came to see you. little one. Why? You don’t look happy. I was hoping you’d jump at me out of pure rejoice.”

You swallowed hard, heart thudding in your chest. You would have jumped at her—hell, you would’ve run into her arms if she weren’t standing right in front of your parents’ house, of all places. The timing couldn’t have been worse. But God, seeing her again stirred something deep inside you. Yes, it been just two weeks but it felt like forever.

“I—” you started, but the words stuck in your throat. Instead, you just stared at her, taking in the way she stood there like she owned the whole damn world, that familiar smirk playing on her lips, the glint of mischief in her eyes. You missed her. More than you’d let yourself admit.

Ambessa raised an eyebrow, stepping closer, her presence overwhelming as always. “What’s the matter, dear? Cat got your tongue?” she teased, her voice a low, velvety whisper that made your skin prickle. She glanced at the house behind you, then back at your face, reading you like an open book. “Ah… I see.” Her grin widened. “Didn’t realize you’d be home home.”

You shot her a look, trying to keep your cool, but it was impossible with her standing so close, with that look in her eyes.

“I missed you,” you finally blurted out, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

Ambessa’s smirk softened, just a hint, and for a fleeting second, something warmer flickered in her gaze. But it was gone just as quickly as it came, replaced by that same cocky confidence.

“I know,” she said simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I always know.”

Her words hit you like a punch to the chest, but before you could even process it, she stepped closer, her hand brushing your arm, her touch sending a jolt through your entire body.

“So,” she murmured, her voice low and dangerous, “Are you going to invite me in, or do I have to stand out here all day while your parents wonder who the hell their daughter’s been dreaming about?”

You blinked. Your eyes slowly widened as your stomach flipped. Reality snapped back into focus. This was bad.Very bad. How can you two flirting in this situation.

“Bess, you can’t just… show up like this,” you hissed, lowering your voice. “This isn’t the right time.”

This wasn’t at all how you pictured the family reunion going. They can't meet Ambessa. Not now.

She raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. “Why not?”

You swallowed hard, the words catching in your throat. “Because my parents don’t even know I have a lover. They’ve known me as single for the past five years. Let alone a woman who’s…”

Ambessa’s gaze locked onto yours, sharp and unwaverin like daring you “Continue your words, little one.”

You bit your lip, your cheeks warming as you dropped your eyes to the ground. You didn’t want to offend her.

“W-who’s… well, twice my age.”

Ambessa didn’t flinch. Not even a flicker of surprise crossed her face. Like she knew it was coming along. The gap—had always been the issue people latched onto. You told yourself you didn’t care what they thought. But sometimes… sometimes it stung.

But not Ambessa.

She just tilted her head, eyes sharp and unwavering, that usual confidence. “Then are you embarrassed?”

Your eyes widened, and you snapped your gaze up to meet hers, a frown pulling at your lips. Is that what she think of you? “Of course not! Don’t even think about it that way, Bess. You’re—” Your voice began to cracked, the emotion bubbling up before you could stop it. You were having a hard time sinking all of this. It was too sudden.

“You’re one of the greatest things that’s ever happened to me. I’m proud to be yours. Every time i'm with you i feel so whole and I'm not letting you go cause your mine. I’d stand on the highest rooftop and shout it to the whole damn world if I had to. I’d tell everyone you’re my girlfriend, that you mean everything to me—”

You didn’t even realize the tears had started falling until Ambessa’s thumb brushed against your cheek, wiping them away with surprising gentleness. That small gesture broke something in you—the floodgates opened, and you couldn’t hold it back anymore.

You hated when she thought like that. Like she wasn’t important to you. Like you didn’t value your relationship just because of that damn age gap everyone kept pointing out.

You didn’t want her to ever feel that way.

Ambessa didn’t say a word. She just pulled you into her arms, strong and steady, like nothing in the world could touch you when you were with her. Being wrapped in her embrace was your safe haven.

Her hand cradled the back of your head, and you felt her breath warm against your temple “Shh… Forgive me.. Let them talk. Let them think whatever the hell they want. You’re mine. And that’s all that matters.”

“I just…” you gasped between sobs, clinging to her suit. God! You just ruined her expensive suit. “I don’t care what they say, but it—it gets to me sometimes. Like we’re wrong. But we’re not. We’re not, right?”

Ambessa pulled back just enough to cup your face in her hands, forcing you to meet her gaze. Her eyes were fierce, unwavering, like they always were, but there was something softer beneath the surface now—a tenderness she rarely showed.

“We are never wrong,” she said, her voice firm, leaving no room for doubt. “Let them talk. Let them think whatever the hell they want. They don’t know us. They don’t know you.” She leaned in, her forehead resting gently against yours, her breath warm and steady. “And I don’t give a damn about anything but this—you and me. That’s all that matters.”

Her words wrapped around you, and for the first time, you felt the tension ease from your chest. You let out a shaky breath, nodding slowly, you buried your face against her chest, clutching her like she was the only solid thing in the world.

“I don’t care what they say,” you whispered through the tears. “I just… I love you so much, Bess.” voice raw but sure. “I love you so much.”

A rare, genuine smile tugged at Ambessa's lips—one of those smiles she only ever gave you. She pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a moment before pulling back just enough to look into your eyes.

“I know you do,” she murmured, her thumb brushing away the last of your tears. “And I love you more than all their words combined. They can’t touch what we have. I wouldn't let them. They have to get to me first”

A small smile tugged at your lips. You slowly wiped your tears before gently pulling away from her embrace.

“You know no one can get past you,” you chuckled, wrapping your arms around her waist and looking up into her eyes.

Who would even dare to challenge a figure like her—unless they had a death wish or wanted to live through hell itself.

A cocky smile graced Ambessa’s lips. “Precisely, little one.”

“I’m sorry for being so emotional,” you whispered, your voice still shaky. “It’s not that I’m embarrassed… It’s just—they’re so important to me. My family—they’re not exactly…” you trailed off, searching for the right word. Ready? Accepting? Prepared for the force of nature that is you? None of it felt right.

''i know.. that's why it’s time they found out.”

You stared at her. “Bess…i know but they’ll flip out. They’re not exactly… open-minded about this kind of thing. ”

Her gaze softened just a fraction, but there was still steel underneath. “I’m not here to hide. And neither are you.”

You ran a hand through your hair, heart pounding like it was trying to break free from your chest. “ My parents are a little homophobic. They’ll freak out.”

Ambessa stepped closer, her voice low but firm. “Then let them.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but the words wouldn’t come. Because deep down, you knew Ambessa wasn’t going to back down. She never did. And maybe, just maybe, a part of you didn’t want her to.

But that didn’t make this any less terrifying.

She reached out, brushing a strand of hair from my face, her touch surprisingly gentle. “I’m not leaving,” she whispered. “It’s time.”

You blinked at her, trying to gauge if she was really serious. “Bess… it’s just a family thing. You’d be bored.” one last convencing.

She raised an eyebrow, that signature smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “ You look so adorable with your puppy eyes. But it will not work this time. I think it’s time I met your family.''

You let out a shaky breath, your nerves coiling tighter with every second. Is there anything in this world this woman was afraid off? But as you looked into her eyes—steady, unwavering, hers—you knew there was no talking her out of this.

God help. This was happening.

You knew a moment like this would come. You just didn’t expect it to be today.

Ambessa’s sudden appearance—like she’d just pop out of thin air—sent your heart into overdrive. She always had a knack for catching you off guard, but this? This felt different. You weren’t prepared. You hadn’t braced yourself for the surge of tension crackling in the air between you.

And the worst part? The way she looked.

Standing there like she owned the damn place, dressed to perfection, like every single detail had been planned to the last thread. It made you wonder—had she planned this? You knew Ambessa had been eager to meet your parents. You did. But you always found a way to shift the topic..

Is that why she showed up today? But God—the way that outfit hugged her frame, you couldn’t help but ogle. It was distracting she look so smoking hot and gorgeous. And the subtle gleam in her eye? It told you she was fully aware of the effect she had on you.

Your palms felt clammy, your pulse thrumming in your ears. But as your eyes flicked down to your own outfit, a small wave of relief washed over you. Thank God you’d put some effort into how you looked today. If you’d been caught in something sloppy, standing next to her, you would’ve crumbled right there on the spot.

But still… even dressed your best, Ambessa had a way of making everyone else fade into the background. And you couldn’t help but wonder—how the hell were you supposed to keep your cool standing beside her?

“A-alright,” you whispered, your voice barely steady. “Let’s do this.”

#ambessa #ambessa medarda #ambessa x reader #ambessa x you #ambessa x y/n #arcane ambessa #ambessa league of legends #ambessa arcane #wlw #arcane #arcane s2 #arcane season 2 #lesbian

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wintfleur · 2 months ago

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❝ BUT SHE TOLD ME I CAN NAIL HER SHIT ! ❞

𝓲. 𝑜𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗌 ⨟ 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝖼 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌

` . . ── 𝓹airing jack hughes x 𝒇 ! reader

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ᆼᆽᆼ 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 & 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 ！

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Jack gets very clingy afterward, so he just wants to hold you close, his hands caressing your tired body as he places soft kisses all over your body. With a grin on his face, he whispers sweet and teasing words in your ear. Sometimes, the two of you will fall asleep, but usually, Jack will help you clean up and change the sheets before getting back in bed, and he will bring you a drink or snack if you want.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

It’s painfully obvious that his favorite on you is your boobs, he doesn't even try to hide it. He loves everything about them: how they look in certain tops, how comfortable they are to lay on, how perfectly they fit in his hands, how enchanting they are to watch as they bounce as he thrusts into you or as you ride him. He loves just resting or holding your boobs when you cuddle, or just kiss and suck hickies all over them, just worshiping them. Whenever he has a bad day, he just wants to come up and smother his face in them. You catch him many times just staring at your tits. He nearly cums in his pants when you ask him for the first time to fuck your tits.

On him, it’s his chest, simply because he believes it's your favorite on him. It's what you rest your head on when you're tired or wish to be close; it's what your fingers claw or grab at when you ride him; your eyes are always drawn to it, especially when he’s wearing a tighter top or is bare. He loves looking at it in the mirror, admiring all the hickeys and marks you left the night before. He loves the warm feeling in his chest at the soft feeling of your fingertips tracing random shapes on his bare, sweaty skin as you lay in each other's arms. He wants it to be strong and sturdy for you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Jack is a freak, he will cum wherever. His favorite of course is cumming on your tits, scooping it up with his fingers and then putting them in your mouth, he almost instantly gets hard again when he sees your cheeks hollow as you suck his fingers clean; calling you his good girl.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Jack gets very turned on when you ask for help on what you should wear, like you want him to pick?? It's definitely a possessive thing, like knowing that you are going out with what he chose, and that it doesn't matter how many flirty looks are sent to you from others, because you're his. And it's also about the trust you have in him.

Will fall to his knees if you make him suck on your fingers that's covered with your mixed cum, and enjoys eating you out way too much after cumming inside of you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Jack’s a slut….he definitely knows what he's doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves when you ride him, you look so pretty on top of him, your perfect tits bouncing in his face. He watches, just completely lost in you and the way your body moves, swallowing him with every roll and bounce. He loves gripping your hips tight, helping control the pace, and pulling you down even harder — deeper. Squeezing and slapping your ass as he groans, telling you how good you feel. He’ll pull you down into a passionate messy kiss, lifting his hips up as fucks up into you; whispering huskily in your ear sweet teasings at you loud moans.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He can be lighthearted, whispering silly things in your ear or tickling your sensitive spots to make you giggle; he just wants to make sure you are comfortable. He’s definitely cheeky and enjoys teasing you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He can be very romantic and intimate in his own way. He's very loving with you; he loves holding you close, kissing your body softly, and whispering sweet things in your ears, telling you how much he loves you. Even when he’s being rougher, he showers you with love and reassurance. He’s definitely the type of guy who lights a few candles and puts on some music to make it more romantic.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

You would think with how much you guys are fucking, that he wouldn’t need to but you were definitely wrong with how many times you have walked in on him. When he's stressed, bored, or misses you, he's jerking off. When he's gone for away games, he's jerking off, either to pictures of you or on Facetime with you. Sometimes his imagination just runs wild with thoughts of you, and the next thing he knows, he's rock hard, and he has no choice but to handle it himself. He’s very open about it. I can totally see him sending you a text ‘i jerked off today thinkin of you ❤️’

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

praise kink - he loves praising you and being praised. It drives him crazy to hear you praise him, moaning how good he's making you feel, how deep he is, just complimenting him, telling him how much you love him and his cock. He craves your praise and he definitely thrives off it.

dirty talk - jack has a dirty mouth and he loves reminding you of it, he will whisper the dirtiest things in your ear as he pounds into you, a cheeky little smile or smirk on his lips as you completely fall apart. He will tease and taunt you with his dirty talk.

cockwarming - oral or pussy, he just loves feeling his cocked stuffed so perfectly in you. It usually starts because he just wants to be as close to you as he can. You can be sitting on his lap, trying to focus on your work while he promises to be good and not move. Some nights, he just wants to be as close to you as he can, not being able to fall asleep until he feels you, so he’ll spoon you from behind, holding you close as he slips inside of you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’ll fuck you anywhere as long as you are comfortable with it. It's between the bedroom and his car for his favorite. In the bedroom, there are no distractions; it's just the two of you, and it's where you guys can be the most comfortable. He can have you in any position; so many possibilities. He enjoys the car because of how passionate the quickies are, sometimes after a bad game and it's just the two of you he’ll drive you to the private lookout spot, either he’s fucking you in the backseat or you are riding him in the drivers seat. Messy kisses, loud desperate moans, hands that are trying to caress every part of you, heavy breathing. Jack will chuckle breathlessly, kiss your sweaty forehead telling you how good you were, maybe even teasing you when he sees your handprint on the car window.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Literally anything. If you look at him for too long, he's turned on. you smile at him, your laugh, what you wear, when you walk past him, again literally anything. He likes to joke and blame you, saying he just can't control himself around you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never do anything that would make you uncomfortable or feel trapped.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

loves both equally, like he genuinely couldn't pick between the two. He loves giving oral, he will do it all day if you'd let him. He’s sloppy, he will eat you up like a man starved, he won't stop until his jaw is aching or you beg him to. He gets so into it, like it turns him on to taste you, fingers digging into your thighs and pulling you closer. He’s definitely cummed frome eating you out, either from him desperately humping against the bed or him sneaking one of his hands down to play with himself.

Jack can’t control himself when you go down on him. He's a moaning, whimpering mess, the filthiest words leaving his lips like he is extremely vocal. He loves holding you by your hair and controlling how fast you're bobbing your head, he's a certified head pusher, the sound of you gagging on his cock only bringing him closer to his release. When he cums he’ll make sure you swallow every last drop like a good girl.

He’s a big '69 lover. If he can explain it with one word, he’d use heaven. You sucking his cock and you eating him out, at the same time? Yeah, it's heaven. The feeling of you moaning around his cock while he sucks on your clit just makes him hungrier to keep going, he's desperate to have you falling apart on his tongue.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Jack likes it fast and rough, he’ll drag out the foreplay as long as he wants but then he’ll quickly change the vibe and fuck you fast and hard, wanting to see you fall apart on his cock. But he can also do slow and sensual, wanting to make love and just get lost in the pleasure. He’ll slowly caress you, thrusting into you slowly but deep, swallowing your loud moans with a passionate kiss. He definitely uses his slowness to his advantage to tease you. But it really just depends on the mood.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Kind of an essential in your relationship, with his high sex drive and how easily he gets turned on, sometimes he can't just wait and control himself. If you are around other people, he’ll just give you a certain look that you know all too well, and then the next thing you know, you are being dragged away to a private spot. There have been many quickies in storage rooms, bathrooms, and even some dressing rooms. But also, even at home, morning quickies where he’s almost late for practice, quickies before you have to leave, quickies in the car after a game. There are many different scenarios with Jack. They are always passionate, and despite the lack of time, Jack will always make sure you feel good. Jack wouldn't be able to stop thinking of the fact that you're walking around with his cum in your panties.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Jack is very daring and loves to take risks; it's like a high for him. He loves exploring new things with you, and at the end of the day, if neither of you likes it, it won't happen again.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He could go all day and night if you let him; he's a professional athlete, his stamina is fantastic, and he definitely loves to remind you of it, teasing you that you can't keep up with him. When things get hot and passionate, it can go on for a while.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Jack loves to use toys on you, vibrators, blindfolds, and handcuffs. He loves to fuck you senseless, pressing your vibrator against your clit until your a shaking and crying mess. The blindfold leaves you breathless and whining, everything feeling more intense. The handcuffs have you begging, wanting to touch Jack, but he enjoys teasing you too much. Jack is definitely one of those boyfriends who made a dildo mold of his cock for you to use when he's away. He’s very open to trying new toys.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Jack loves to tease you; he loves to drag out the process, loving your whines and needy moans. He’ll touch you inch by inch, having you begging for his cock before he's even using his fingers. He’ll grip your thigh under a table, sliding his hand up higher, his fingers tracing so close to your sensitive spots that it leaves you breathless and hot, not being able to focus on anything that's going on around at the table. He will send you the dirtiest little messages throughout the day, and then when he gets home, he’ll take his time just to drive you crazy.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Jack’s loud, and he's completely unashamed by it. He will let you know how good he feels and how good you're doing. he’s loud, and he won’t stop talking dirty. he knows how much you enjoy it. He grunts, moans, whimpers, and whines. He can be a complete mess, babbling about how good you feel, whining, and calling you every sweet pet name he has for you. His voice cracks and gets high-pitched the closer he gets.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Jack has a habit of stealing/sniffing your panties. It all started when you were away on a trip to see some family, and Jack was home alone doing some laundry, wanting to clean up before you got back home. He went to your laundry basket and saw your pretty lace used panties on top, he missed you so much and he was oh so horny. Next thing he knew it he was laying in your shared bed, your panties wrapped around his cock as he fisted it, loud desperate moans leaving his lips. You found out when you found him packing a pair of your panties in his luggage before some away games. he’s not embarrassed about it at all, either.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

You don’t think he's never not horny. He’s affected by everything you do and every small or large thought he has of you; he’s completely obsessed. He’s ready to jump on you any second, and you can always tell when he's in the mood — he’s more touchy, and his eyes never lie. He definitely gets teased because he just never wants to leave your side; he's attached to your hip.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It would be pretty quick if it was multiple rounds, but he usually just likes to hold you close and run his fingers through your hair as you gradually drift off- lots of pillow talk! He makes sure you are comfortable and have everything you need before he lets himself fall asleep, clinging to you all night.

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 20 days ago

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how about (webseries + dream bbq? if it's no problem) ena with an s/o who has a child?? like ena discovers they have a child and when they become a thing, they introduce her to their child?? i'd also love to see mother ena <33

Yes oughh. She could be a good mother :(( /ref

Gonna put the hcs under a cut because I think I locked in a little too much haha

.........

Webseries!Ena

Above all things, your kid was your pride and joy.

They were basically a mini version of yourself. Boundless. Full of energy. Ever curious about the world around them.

They just spawned in one day while you stood around pondering what having a child would be like. It was only a fleeting thought, a small wish you kept in the confines of your heart, convinced it would never come to fruition.

But it seems like the Great Runas heard you and was feeling particularly generous.

Now you have someone who looks up to you for guidance and love, and for years it's always been that way. Just you two against the world.

Then Ena walked into your life, and she hasn't left since. She claims to have seen a "mini you" running around recently and thought you had shrunk in size, being disappointed she couldn't catch you.

Only then do you realize she's seen your kid but didn't know...

So after building up a close relationship with her, you figured now would be a good time for a proper introduction. You invite her over to meet them, and you explained to them beforehand about her arrival.

Untimely as ever, she walks in, but before you could say anything, she's rambling excitedly. "Salutations! So you're the little fragment of joy I saw running amok the other day. If not a clone, what's your relation to my beloved partner? Sister? Nephew? No, no, wait..you're their third cousin twice removed!" She grins, crouching down to their eye-level.

"Ena..this is my child."

"...ohh, I see. I see." Something in her tone shifts as her gaze meets yours. It's subtle, but she looks disheartened. "Dare I ask..who's the father? Or mother? Or...alternative parent?" Each question is laced with more dread than the last, her hands fidgeting with the fabric of her geometric skirt.

Of course, you should have known...

"There's nobody else. I promise. It's always been just us." You reassured her, before looking at your kid with a smile. "This is Ena. The one I was talking about earlier. Don't mind her fancy words. She's been good to me."

"Woah..you're Ena??" They seem astonished, at first, but then a skeptical look crosses their face. "My friends say you guys are bad luck, and trouble always comes from you."

Your girlfriend's yellow half still smiles, but inside she could hear her cubic heart crack. Yet she maintains her composure. "Ahaha! Not to worry, little one! I have been your parent's most loving other-half for....3.5 consecutive months! The follies you hear are just that! I'm most confident that we'll get along!"

After that initial meeting, Ena tries spending more time with your kid...although they still seem nervous around her, which she chalks up to them listening to the rumors and utterly despising her presence.

She wants to set a good example, and she's been great at warning them about falling rain rocks, stopping them from taking blood samples/IDs/files from strangers, and making sure Moony (who gets the "fun aunt" designation) isn't being a bad influence.

Yet it never feels like it's enough, stressing as though she's the mother herself, even when you remind her she's not.

That crack in her heart has only gotten bigger. Like a neglected pebble that was lodged into a car's windshield last week.

Her Sad form had one major breakdown when she discovers your kid warmed up to Moony quicker than her, but you reassure her that they will. It'll just take some more time.

"Bu..But what if *hic* we wun out of tiiiiiime??????"

"We won't, Ena. I promise."

One night, while your kid was at a friend's sleepover, you and her went out to a party to celebrate an anniversary. She got Drunk and had to be carried back to your place, where she kept giggling and babbling nonsense about motherhood (yet somewhere in her nonsense, you could hear her sadness, deep longing, and desires for acceptance)--and she promptly passed out.

Your kid came home earlier than expected, saw her Demon side for a framerate or two and got scared, running to hide underneath their bed.

The next morning, you tell her what happened, and you wish you didn't.....because now she's facedown on the couch, sobbing her eyes out. "I give uuuppppp," she wails, hitting her fists against the cushions. "I-I'll be nothing morwe than a..a-a stwanger to them! They can bawely even look at me!!"

You only understand half of what she's saying, but as you try comforting her, your kid suddenly walks in, looking very confused.

"Oh hey, um...." You panic a little, although they see your girlfriend crying and quietly go over to her, their gaze full of worry.

"Mom?"

Immediately she falls silent and looks at them in shock, wiping away her static tears. "Wh-What...did you just call me?"

Even you're astonished.

After months of being referred to as "Miss Ena" and "My Parent's Girlfriend of 3.5 Months"....they finally call her "Mom".

She looks at you, then your kid, then you, and back to them, eyes still wide.

"I-I'm sorry. I was just nervous." They explain, feeling a little guilty for waiting this long. "It's only been us two for a long time. But I know you love my parent, and they love you, too. I want you around more often. So...I-I'm ready to call you "mom", if that's okay."

"Bu...But what about your fwiends?" She sniffles. "Y-You still believe them?"

"Nah, they were actually real jerks. So I left them. That's why I came home early last night."

"What? But..you've known them fowever...and now you're lonely because of me..." She mumbles, feeling sad that she's the reason for yet another ruined friendship. She's ruined a few of your past ones simply by existing...and now your kid's.

But they don't seem bothered by it at all. "I'd rather be lonely than have friends who talk bad about my mom all the time."

Hearing that word makes her cry again, but now her blue side is actually smiling for once. She sits up, allowing you kid to climb onto the furniture and into her lap, embracing her tightly. "Thank you..." She whispers. "Thank you so much."

Never before has she cried happily. It's a new feeling.

But she welcomes it. Just like she's ready to fully welcome your kid into her life.

All the while, you smile too, nearly tearing up yourself.

You couldn't be prouder.

Dream BBQ Ena

It's just another day at the office, where Ena eavesdrops on a conversation between you and Froggy.

"Ughh, fine. You can go home early. But you know...you should bring that duplicate of yours to work sometime! We could always use the extra-!"

"Hell no. My kid's not gonna get wrapped up in all this mess. And that's final."

"Ehh???? You get the final say??? Remind me again who hired you?"

"Um...Ena?"

"....right, erm...okay. You can go on, I guess. But I expect you back here early tomorrow." Froggy grumbles, suddenly getting the suspicion that you two are being watched, and promptly calls out to his coworker. "Oi! Ena!! Stop being a creep and come talk to us!"

Her head peeks around the corner, followed by the rest of her body. "Sorry to intrude on this private board meeting, fellow associates." She pretends she didn't hear anything about your kid--being unaware of their existence until literally right now.

Yet you know that she knows, as it's obviously bugging her when she walks you home (after promising Froggy that this is an escort, not an unmandated break). Salesperson is chatting away about tomorrow's goals and yesterday's deadlines, but you haven't heard a word out of Meanie yet.

She always found it odd that you didn't work the longer hours like she did, as though this job wasn't the core focus of your life. It wasn't in your blood. In your veins. It didn't define you. Consume you--unlike her.

Oftentimes she wonders what kind of life she'd lead if not burdened by her duties.

Today, she discovered the reason why you randomly asked if this job had paternity leave.

It's your kid, who just spawned into this world one day and hasn't left your side. They've grown some, but still they run to greet you after work like always, and you'd pick them up with a smile bigger than the sun.

However, this evening's routine is different because of Ena's presence, as she awkwardly stands in the doorway.

"Who's that?"

"Oh!" You set them down, clearing your throat. "I think it's high time that I introduce you to Ena. We work together, and we are together, if that makes sense."

"Ohhhh...so does this mean she's my mom now?"

The question is innocent, blunt, and unassuming, holding a twinge of excitement and hope, even.

Your kid adores you, but every now and then has wondered what it'd be like to have two parents. They've seen different media about it, and heard about it from friends, too, so you knew this subject would come up eventually.

While you've entertained the idea, you weren't sure about Ena's feelings towards motherhood, considering her job and all.

In embarrassment, you lightly scolded them and turned to apologize to your girlfriend...only to see that she's frozen on the spot, like a TV segment somebody forgot to unpause. Her geometric claws twitch at her side, and her eyes are hidden beneath her hat. It's like some uncomfortable memory had resurfaced...triggered simply by saying the word "mom".

You wonder what's wrong, but her Salesperson side slaps her out of the trance, and she teleports into the middle of your living room space, scooping up your kid. "Ah! I see we have a CEO in the making! Coming soon to a dying business near you! Do you plan to step into my beloved associate's shoes once they retire? Are you investing wisely?" She puts them down, and kneels, grinning from center line-to-ear. "What's your evaluation of my work-life balance, little entrepreneur?"

"....um. Good?"

"Thanks for your feedback."

Least to say, it's not the best introduction...but not the worst, either. You'll try again tomorrow.

When tomorrow comes, you decide to bring your kid to the Hub to meet your coworkers (after they've been practically begging you to), making sure they didn't go down into the casino.

While they play with Kane, you're sitting on the pier, overlooking the bloody ocean. Ena shows up and sits beside you, but her movements are rigid. She's not chipper. She looks uncomfortable, and her Meanie side seems to crave conversation. An explanation.

So you talk.

"Darling..I'm sorry I didn't mention them before." You frowned, your hand resting on hers. "I wanted you two to meet a lot sooner, but-"

"Is there someone else?" Her voice is flat, although you detected a slight tremor in its tone.

Sure, Meanie would yell at people if she even thought they were trying to flirt with you....but this was different. This was insecurity at its core, and it's understandable for her to feel that way. If it was reversed, you'd get insecure too.

"No. It's only been [Child] and I. I'd never do that to you."

"......."

"Look, I know what they called you was a little..awkward. I'm sorry. I already talked to them abou-"

"They're your reason."

"Huh?"

"They're your reason for what you do. Everything you do, you do for them. But...where's mine?" Tiny cracks and vines begin to creep along her body, and her hands tremble. Salesperson doesn't interfere this time. "Wh-What..am I even doing here, [y/n]? I take the stupid jobs I'm given...I clear the smoke....and for what? Myself?! WHAT AM I EVEN FIGHTING FOR ANYMORE?!! A MINIMUM WAGE??? A POINTLESS EXISTENCE???"

"Ena. Hey. Hey."

She suddenly looks at you, static tears falling freely from her eyes. But you bring her into your arms before she could think of drying them. And she buries her head into your chest, clutching at your uniform, desperate for grounding.

Ever since her flashback when you two met the vending machine entity in the Lonely Door...you've been worried sick for her well-being. You didn't wanna see her fall apart like that again. Especially not after the rain rocks consumed her in the white and barren Uncanny Streets, and you thought you've lost her forever.

Your biggest regret would've been that she never got to meet your child...

"If you want...my little entrepreneur could be your reason, too." You suggested, and she looks up at you with wide eyes, as though you've just forgiven her of all sins. "When we get to the Boss, we'll take them down, for their sake. All the work we do along the way? It'll be for them, too. We can both parent them. It might be hard with our job and all, but...we can make it work."

"...you'd...let me to be their mother?" Her voice breaks. "You trust me with such a sacred task? But before you said...you didn't...wh-what if I-?"

"Nothing bad will happen to them, my love. We got our coworkers here to look out for them." You brush away her tears, removing her hat so you could kiss the top of her head. And she cuddles back against you.

Seeing her react this way made you wonder if, maybe in a past life, she was a mother at some point...or perhaps, more tragically, she had a child and lost them during the war, and only Meanie was left to carry the burden.

It's no wonder she was falling apart in your arms at the prospect of helping you raise your kid. She didn't want the same tragedy to befall them.

"Don't think of it as an "assignment" or "task" I'm giving you. Something tells me you really, really wanna be in their life. So...do you?"

Before she could give you an answer, your kid comes over, oblivious at first. "Kane is funny. He wants to invite me to a party! Can I.......Miss Ena?" They look at your girlfriend in worry. "Are you..okay?"

She manages to compose herself and sniffles, before Salesperson takes the reigns again. "I'm..operating at a sufficient level." Her smile is gentle as she sits up, her eyes warm as she looks at them. "After much discussion, I am open to being your co-parental unit. Complete with a lifetime supply of love and protection protocols." She extends her clawed hand to them. "Starting today, you may address me as "mom", "mother"....whatever fits your budget."

Your kid takes her hand, but is quick to turn that handshake into a full embrace. "Sounds cool, mom. "

It felt extremely foreign to Ena, to receive physical contact from an entity besides you that's not violent in nature.

But this one is related to you. Made of your own flesh/blood/code/etc. So in a way...you were the one embracing her. And in that way, it made her feel comfortable enough to wrap her arms around them.

Something about this moment brought her peace, as though GØD finally decided to give her a break.

For once, everything was quiet...

Only for it to be disturbed by Kane's yelp of fear and the sound of a meteor crashing.

But right now, none of you were worried about it.

#clanask #ena x reader #ena dream bbq x reader #webseries ena x reader #dream bbq x reader #parents reader #hurt/comfort #fluff #headcanons

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meazalykov · 5 months ago

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yapper

barca femeni x reader

part one - part two here

summary: you always had something to say

warnings: angst, online hate

you've always been the one to fill the quiet.

if the locker room was silent, you’d throw out a joke. sometimes so bad it would have everyone laughing just because of how ridiculous it was. your teammates loved you for it—or at least you thought they did.

you didn’t want anyone to sit in nervous energy before a big game. you wanted everyone to feel at ease, to smile, to believe they could take on anything since this was literally barcelona– of course the best club in the world could handle anything.

“why are you so loud?” mapi teased one day after you cracked a pun about her tattoos during a media day.

you grinned at her.

“because someone has to keep this team awake. what would you do without me? shit, i don’t know how you survived without me for long.”

“probably enjoy the peace and quiet,” she shot back, but the grin on her face told you otherwise.

you knew mapi got all the credit for being the talker of the group, but you easily topped her in that department. kika often joked that you had a built-in microphone, always on and ready to broadcast.

yet, despite all the jokes, you never felt like it was too much. not until recently.

training sessions at barça were something you relished, even on your worst days. being surrounded by alexia, kika, and esmee—your closest friends on the team—always made it feel less like work.

alexia was like a big sister, always ready to listen. kika was your partner-in-crime, teasing you relentlessly, but never crossing the line. esmee? she was your rock, her quiet presence balanced your constant energy, grounding you in ways you didn’t think anyone could.

after a long training session one evening, you found yourself alone on the practice pitch. penalties were your weak spot, and you wanted to fix that. you lined up the ball, took a deep breath, and sent it toward the net. it hit the post.

“what are you doing here so late?” alexia’s voice startled you.

you jumped, clutching your chest dramatically.

“you scared me! i could’ve died.”

she smirked, arms crossed as she walked closer.

“you didn’t answer my question.”

“what are you doing here?” you tried to deflect.

“i asked first.”

rolling your eyes, you motioned to the ball.

“penalties. i suck at them.”

alexia raised a brow.

“you’re not even one of the main takers.”

“exactly! that’s why i suck! i need to be better in case i ever have to take one, you know what if you frido or ewa are not available?” you rambled, launching into an explanation of all the ways penalties terrified you.

alexia didn’t interrupt, just watched you with that calm, almost maternal expression she always had.

“you’re overthinking it,” she finally said, cutting through your spiral.

“just keep practicing. you’ll be fine.”

her reassurance helped more than you wanted to admit. alexia had that effect on people, like she could carry all your worries on her shoulders and not even flinch.

a few days later, you stopped by esmee’s apartment, where she was curled up on the couch with her girlfriend, dani. the sight of them together tugged at something in your chest, a reminder of what you used to have with emily.

“finally over her,” you announced as you plopped down beside them, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl on esmee’s lap.

“who?” danielle asked, clearly out of the loop.

“emily,” esmee filled in. “her ex.”

“oh, good for you,” danielle said with a smile through her dutch accent.

“it’s about time, right?”

you laughed, nodding.

“yeah, it only took me almost a year.”

however, later that week, you saw something that made your chest tighten all over again. scrolling through instagram, you stumbled upon a photo of emily with another girl, their smiles wide and carefree in north london.

it shouldn’t have mattered. you were over the woman three years your senior. however, it stung in a way you didn’t expect.

then came the champions league quarterfinal against bayern munich. the mistake was small—a misplaced pass, a missed mark—but pernille made you pay for it with a screamer that tied the game.

1-1.

after the game, you did your best to shake it off, smiling for the cameras, joking with alexia and frido. you thought you’d done well hiding your disappointment.

the internet didn’t let it slide.

“y/n talks too much. maybe she should focus on her game instead.”

“doesn’t she get tired of hearing her own voice?”

“the team probably wishes she’d shut up for once.”

the comments were harsh, cruel, and loud in your mind. you tried to brush them off, but the words stuck, clinging to you like thorns.

the next day at training, you were different. quieter. focused. when kika asked if you were okay, you only nodded, too afraid that anything you said might annoy someone.

“you sure?” she pressed.

you nodded again, forcing a small smile.

“weird,” she muttered under her breath, walking away.

alexia and aitana exchanged glances, both noticing the shift. esmee tried to pull you into a conversation during a water break, but you only offered short replies, your usual energy gone.

that night in the locker room, after everyone else had left, you stayed behind, the weight of it all finally crashing down on you. in the showers, the tears came hard and fast, your shoulders shaking as you tried to keep quiet.

though the locker room echoed, and when you emerged, changed and ready to leave, alexia, kika, esmee, and ellie were waiting for you.

“we heard you crying,” kika said softly, her eyes full of concern.

“what’s going on?”

you hesitated, swallowing hard.

“nothing.”

“don’t lie,” alexia said, her voice gentle but firm.

“i don’t…” you trailed off, taking a deep breath.

“i don’t want to annoy you guys.”

they all looked at you like you’d grown a second head.

“annoy us?” esmee asked, incredulous.

“i talk too much. i saw what people were saying online, and… maybe they’re right.”

“y/n,” alexia started, stepping closer.

“we love you. all of us. you make this team better, not worse.”

“you think we don’t look forward to hearing your ridiculous jokes every day?” kika added, her tone light but sincere.

“you’re the reason we laugh half the time.”

“is that mistake against bayern bothering you?” ellie chimed in. “it happens to everyone. it doesn’t define you.”

their words broke through the wall you’d built, and before you knew it, they were pulling you into a group hug.

“promise us you won’t let those comments get to you again,” alexia said, her hand on your shoulder.

you nodded, sniffling.

“i promise.”

“good,” kika said, grinning.

“now, what were you going to say about the athletic club match?”

and just like that, you found yourself rambling again. they listened, laughing and teasing you like always, reminding you that this was where you belonged.

part two here

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