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[d3stinyist1red]

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ʏᴀɢᴀᴍɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Yan light who met you in highschool, the last year

Yan light who becomes your study partner, helping u and ur dumb lil brain

Yan light who starts realizing how cute you were, but never had a crush on u (he did he just never wanted to admit it)

Yan light who now has a crush on you after him trying to convince himself that you're not his type,

Yan light who now helps you with more than studying, whenever you don't have a pencil, he'll give it to you eagerly, whenever you want something from Amazon but your too broke, he'll buy it for you, whenever your too lazy to work on assignments, you call him and he'll let you copy

Yan light who is now your friend rather than study buddie

Yan light who sits with you during lunch, not bothering to hang out with his other popular friends, telling you that he prefers you

Yan light who stares at you during class, thinking of all the things you could do to him before shaking his head, and covering his blushing face

Yan light who convinces his sister that you're his gf, and that's why you keep coming over to his house.

Yan light who now is by your side 24/7, walking you to classes, holding your backpack for you as you ramble about the girl u don't fw, walking you home, and more

Yan light whose house you go to for a study session, but you knew it was just gonna turn out to you rambling about drama as he watched you with heart eyes, hand on your thigh

Yan light who convinces you to stay over, saying "N/n, it's too dark out, just stay here yeah?"

Yan light who you ask "Light, where am I gonna sleep?"

Yan light who smiles, and says "In my bed, where else, sweetheart?" As if it was the most obvious thing in the world

Yan light who cuddles you throughout the night, arms around your waist as he whines when you try to pull away from him

Yan light who now tells you to go to the college he's going to, giving you puppy dog eyes as you refuse

"Sweetheart, come into the college I'm going to, you don't wanna be separated do you?"

"Honey, what do you mean your too dumb? Just copy off me, my love."

Yan light who makes you go to his college, smiling at you when you finally tell him "Fine, I'll go to your college."

Yan light who now barely lets you go to your own house, "Am I not good enough for you, love?" He asks with tears in his eyes like bro I just asked u if I could go home

Yan light who cooks and cleans for you, "Honey, do you want me to make you some pasta for tonight?" He saids all giggly, his sister just gags in disgust bc why is her rat brother acting like a middle school girl in love

Yan light who is literally 3 seconds away from smashing the TV in his room because your busy playing GTA rather than him, he's literally half naked, wanting you to touch him and your playing GTA tryna run from the cops?! How dare you, just watch, he'll get rid of that fucking ga-

"hey wife, can ya bring me my water?" You ask, you gave him a glance making him perk up, knowing that if u called him wife, he'll do anything for u

"Okay! ♡" What was he thinking about again?

Yan light who finally got the death note, and told you "If you fucking even look at someone else other than me, I'll kill them."

"wife, you barely even let me see my own family"

Yan light who Misa finally meets up with

"Light! I'm your classmate, and you dropped this book!" Misa said, showing the book as light makes her follow her to his room. You were inside the room, playing rock paper scissors with ryuk the homie

Oh yeah that lil bitch light showed you the death note and practically said he'll rip anyone's skull if they even bother to look in your direction, genuinely u weren't even shocked bc ur wife was just like that fr fr but anyway now ur homies with ryuk

They both walked into the room, and Misa was quick to glare at you. 'Light is my love, and I am his so why is this homewrecker all up in his bed like that!' was her train of thought, ready to launch at you before seeing Lights dark glare on here

"Don't even fucking think about it, now why are you here?"

They talked and Misa told him if he dated anyone but her, she'll kill them.

"thats...too bad, I'm already y/ns wife"

Yan light who is your wife that kills anyone who gets between you both <333

GUYS LOWKEY IMMA MAKE A YAN DEATH NOTE AND YAN JOJO BIZAREE ADVENTURE STORY ON MY WATTPAD LOLOLO

YAN TOWN, YAN MC DONALDS WORKER, YAN CELEBRITY, AND MORE COMING OUT SOONOJFBYUSDYUHjn

HOPE YALL LIKED THIS ONE I LITERALLY WAS HALF ASLEEP

[bowtiepasta]

higuruma doesn’t mean to scroll so far back.

it starts with something innocent — as most things do. a new photo of you in his sweatshirt, a text he missed from earlier. but he somehow ends up in last fall, rewatching a boomerang you sent of you biting into a fruit tart: lips glossy, eyes flicking to the camera.

he shifts in bed, the sheets cool against his thighs, and sighs deep from his chest because this is getting embarrassing.

you’re not even naked, not saying anything dirty, only laughing while you chew and lick sugar off your fingers ..and he’s fucking hard.

by the time you actually sext him (what if I woke you up with my mouth next time?), he’s already half gone, head tilted back and breathing your name through bared teeth.

minutes later, when you call to say goodnight — your sleep-littered heaven-sent rasp-cured voice through the receiver — he lets his forehead hit the pillow, pretending not to be furiously stroking his cock beneath the blankets <3

he whispers, “goodnight, love.”

but the way he gasps when you tell him you dreamt of him?

god.

he won’t sleep at all.

“what was that?” you yawn into the receiver.

higuruma stiffens, wiping his palm against his comforter, heart hammering like he’s sixteen again.

“nothing,” he croaks, then clears his throat, trying for steadier and miserably failing. “just tired.”

you make a soft little noise. “me too. ‘m sorry I woke you up.”

“you didn’t,” he says too fast, too earnest. “I’m... glad you called.”

you giggle, low and lazy. “you sound funny.”

“do I?”

“mhm,” you hum, smiling. the nightlight he bought you from that thrift store down the road makes your cheeks look like strawberries. “all out of breath. like you ran a marathon or something.”

he drags a hand down his face, willing his pulse to slow.

“long day,” he says weakly.

“mm. you work too hard.”

there’s a pause where he thinks maybe you’ve fallen asleep, but then you sigh, and it crackles a little before the sound fully goes through: “wish I was there. I’d help you relax.”

his mouth goes dry. “yeah?” he breathes. “yeah.”

“I’d… scratch your back. let you put your head in my lap… stroke your hair… kiss up and down that pretty nose.”

he squeezes his eyes shut, fists clenching in the sheets. you have no idea what you’re doing to him.

“bet you’d fall asleep in five minutes,” you add, laughing gently.

“or,” you say, a sly little lilt sneaking into your voice now, “maybe I’d keep you up even more.”

he makes a helpless noise before he can stop himself, forehead hitting the pillow.

you catch it this time, voice perking up.

“…wait. seriously, what was that?”

“nothing.” “you look guilty.”

“it’s nothing.” “are you constipated?”

“goodnight,” he says quickly, practically strangled, but you’re stubborn — which he should expect by now.

“miss me or something?” you tease, and he swears he sees god.

“because,” you murmur, careful, like you’re just now realizing, “I wouldn’t mind… if you did.”

a beat.

“wouldn’t mind,” “if you thought about me.”

higuruma groans quietly into the mattress, hopeless.

you smile against your pillow, turning up your volume.

“next time you can just tell me, you know.”

hi i’m too lazy to format an author’s note and may start just typing them out under a god awful reaction gif like these for my convenience. anyway. thank you for reading. i love u

do not copy, edit, or repost, any of my works on any platforms.

[mercurygguk]

risqué ; timestamp #17

pairing; risqué!jk x risqué!oc (ft. jk’s bestie kim seokjin)

genre; fluff? idk lol

OBS! this timestamp is a follow up to the ‘teasing photos’ drabble and I didn’t proofread so if you see any mistakes, no you don’t

[4:48 pm] another picture ticks in on jungkook’s phone. it’s been a couple of hours since the meeting he was in when you sent the first ones. he huffs out a dry, chuckle of disbelief when he opens the text from you, the picture you sent him not what he expected – instead of a teasing lingerie picture, it’s a selfie of you, sitting on his couch. the picture is taken from above, your head resting on the back of the couch as you smile cutely at the camera.

‘waiting for you ... <3′ is what the text says.

jungkook smiles to himself, too distracted by your pretty face to hear a single word of what seokjin says. it isn’t until seokjin snaps his fingers over jungkook’s desk to catch his attention that jungkook tears his gaze from his phone to the man sitting across from him. seokjin arches an eyebrow at jungkook, waiting patiently for an explanation.

“stop smiling at your phone like that,” seokjin huffs when jungkook doesn’t elaborate. he leans back in his seat while staring at jungkook with a disturbed expression. “it’s creeping me out.”

“sorry,” jungkook chuckles, hitting send to the reply he typed out for you before putting his phone down on top of his desk.

seokjin looks confused and slightly baffled when jungkook returns his full attention to him. “who’s texting you?”

“uh...” jungkook begins, pursing his lips before continuing, the word that leaves his mouth sounding unusual coming from him. “my girlfriend...?”

seokjin’s eyes widen, “your girlfriend?”

jungkook nods.

“since when?”

jungkook shrugs, “a few months ago i think.”

“you think?” seokjin blinks at jungkook.

“yeah, we’re not really keeping track…” jungkook admits and shrugs again, not really thinking much of it. neither of you have been keeping track of how long you’ve been seeing each other. it’s been at least a few months but jungkook really isn’t sure.

“what- why- I can’t believe you have a girlfriend!”

jungkook watches as the gears turn in his older friend’s head, desperately trying to comprehend this new information. he doesn’t blame him for being shocked. ‘girlfriend’ has never been a word in jungkook’s vocabulary but truth be told, he never planned for this to happen.

it just did.

and he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the fact that he has a girlfriend now.

“you’ve been dating this girl for months and you didn’t even tell me! what the hell is wrong with you, jungkook?”

seokjin is offended and jungkook finds it amusing, a lazy grin spreading upon his lips as he leans back in his office chair and kicks his feet up. seokjin is married with kids and doesn’t have an ounce of gossip nor drama in his life so the least he expects from his friends is for them to tell him about their scandalous love lives. but it seems jungkook is settling and seokjin can’t believe his own ears.

“well?” seokjin presses, “who is she?”

jungkook’s eyes glance to his phone where a new text from you pops up, your name and the emojis you put after your contact name centered on his screen. he leaves it for now though as his long-time friend is desperately waiting for answers on the other side of the desk. and so jungkook sighs and brings a hand up to run it through his hair.

“it’s, um… well, it’s ____.”

seokjin’s lips part as he gapes at jungkook, always the dramatic one when it comes to reactions.

“____ as in your boss’ daughter, ____?”

jungkook presses his lips together and nods, “that’d be her.”

“damn…”

“it’s really not a big deal-“ jungkook then starts but seokjin soon interrupts.

“not a big deal?” he scoffs, “you’ve been living the single life for years but now you have a girlfriend and you call it ‘no big deal’? this is HUGE.”

another sigh leaves jungkook as he rolls his eyes heavenward at his friend’s dramatic response. like jungkook said, it’s not that big of a deal. besides, your father doesn’t know yet. the only person jungkook has told is seokjin just now and he’s going to keep it that way until the two of you have agreed on telling your father. until then, you and jungkook will keep it under the radar for everyone’s sake.

“hey, listen- ____’s dad doesn’t know yet so promise me you won’t go blabbering about it before we get the chance to tell him.”

seokjin furrows his brows, “I don’t blab-“

“dude, you do nothing but blab-“ jungkook scoffs.

“true…” seokjin sighs.

[mysteryshoptls]

Ace Trappola Shared Lines

Tutorial: Let's get goin'!

Level Up 1: Woah, that's felt pretty good!

Level Up 2 / Buddy Level Up: Yay, level up ♪

Level Up 3: I gotta surpass all the others even more.

Level Max: Yo, this feels awesome. I bet even helping a certain magicless someone'll be easier at this rate.

Vignette Level Up: Hahah, guess things like this can happen time to time. I always thought your type wasn't really my bag, but maaaybe it is. Not!

Spell Level Up: Think I could take on the Housewarden with this power? ...Ack, what I said stays between us ♪

Friendship Level Up: Looks like a pretty snazzy room, but I bet you’ve just swept all the trash under the furniture! …I’m kidding, I’m not gonna go look for any, so don’t kick me out!

Friendship Level Max: Hey, can I put something in this guest room, too? I bet I’ll be coming around a lot more often, and it’s a pretty big room, so I can have a little space, right?

Uncapped: Ehhh, don'tcha think you're putting too much on my shoulders? ...Well, whatever. Guess I'll just have to keep on doin' my best!

Groovification: I'm gonna keep on showing you how cool I can be, so keep on watching.

Lesson Select 1: Which class are ya taking? Hurry and choose one already. Doesn't matter to me, I can sleep through any one of them.

Lesson Select 2: Look atcha, all excited... Ah, right, fine, I'm coming! You don't need to pull that hard.

Lesson Select 3: Make sure you're keepin' an eye on Grim between classes, too, Prefect. He was gettin' a scolding from the professor for trying to run off again the other day.

Lesson Start: Let's get this done fast.

Lesson Finish: Doneee! Augh, I'm sleepy.

Battle Start: Okay, I’ll get this done fast.

Battle Won: No excuses, it’s my win.

Trouble 1: Whaaat, you’re gonna take their side over me?

Trouble 2: …Yeah, you’re right, I got a little heated there. My bad.

GIFT CALENDAR 2023: “How will you be spending the day?” Today? Well, it’s snowing outside, and I got no club practice, so maybe I’ll check out on my streaming service a movie or show that catches my eye. I can stay warm and cozy in my room, all while munching on some snacks. Don'tcha think we deserve lazy days like this sometimes?

Birthday Login Message 1: Hey, Prefect. Do you know what today is? Today is not an Unbirthday… It’s Ace-kun’s birthday! That means I’m the star. I wonder what I should have you do for me.

Birthday Login Message 2: Hey, Prefect. Don’t you have something to say to me? …The quiz? Aah, the magical history one. I already said I studied for it. …The cafeteria’s new menu? Yeah, that looked so good, didn’t it? I mean, hey! …Oh, what, you did remember. C'mon, aren’t you supposed to say Happy Birthday first thing? Well anyway, thanks!

Birthday Login Message 3: You came to celebrate me? …My birthday is tomorrow, y'know. Aren’t you a bit early? …Pfft, I totally gotcha! I’m just kidding. Did you get all panicky 'cause you thought you got the wrong date? Ahaha, my bad! Thanks for remembering my birthday.

Birthday Login Message 4: Oh, and here you are. You came to celebrate my birthday, right? That’s totally obvious. I wonder what I should ask you to do for my birthday～ …Ah, I feel like eating at a restaurant I’ve never gone to before. Don’t worry, I won’t pick a place that’s way too expensive or anything. Let’s just enjoy ourselves in a restaurant where we don’t need to mind any rules or manners.

Birthday Login Message 5: Oh hey, did you come to celebrate my birthday? Nice timing, we just finished morning basketball practice! My clubmates all wished me a happy birthday, too. Jamil-senpai said it as soon as he saw me, and by some miracle, Floyd-senpai gave me a very normal birthday greeting. I’m sure glad he was in a good mood～ Oh, hey. We should hit the Mystery Shop between classes. …Hm? Why’re you tensin’ up? Huuuh? C'mon, I didn’t say nothing about treating me, now diiid I? Hehe, see you later～

Requested by Anonymous.

[lara4eclipze]

» I Miss Us

sypnosis: lara was never one to be in situationships nor talking stages, she claimed it was stupid and would only end up with ones heart broken or yearning — yet here she was missing you her only situationship

warning: angst, situationship, hurt no comfort, swearing, ghosting, italics for flashbacks, etc

talks: I'm so sorry for those requests i haven't written yet BUT trust i am gonna write some and release them maybe today and tomorrow!, thank you for your patience ^^

taglist: @ohmyhaely @nyssalvr @vrtualstar @c-yerim @jellaaa @nakylvr @chuugetmesohigh

lara stared at her phone, at your conversation to be specific — it's been two months since you two have even chatted, in lara's opinion is the longest two months of her life

lara used to get excited just staying up and chatting with you — sneaking out of the dorms just to have drinks or eat out with you, it didn't matter that she could've been caught by her management — what mattered to her was you

the door to the kats shared house creeks louder than lara would've wanted — her eyes adjust to the dark environment only to make out a figure standing near the kitchen, their leader sophia

"where have you been?!, you know i have been worried sick? i called everyone including your mom!" sophia screams at lara, maybe for the first time in a while — atleast lara wants to pretend like so

in reality lara has been on sophias nerves ever since she started to talking to you — she always left without telling anyone she would be lazy in practices just so that she can chat with you

"go to your room — and whoever it is you are meeting up with, stop it lara you're getting too distracted" sophia mutters trying to keep her calm demeanor "stop telling me what to do" lara snaps back

"do it or ill tell the management team" sophia threatened, it all just stopped from that moment on — lara had to choose between her needs and wants, she walked silently to her shared room fidgeting with her phone

she debated whether to chat you or listen to sophia yet as much as she hated what she was gonna do she did it

she ghosted you.

the first week was confusing to say the least — lara who always chatted with you through every platform was now getting cold?, her usual energetic response to your chats were now replaced with "yeah" or "okay"

the second week was weird, lara had took almost 2 - 3 days just to respond to you, you double texted you had even called her a few times yet it always ended with her giving you a honestly lame excuse

the third to fourth week hurted the most, lara had fully ghosted you, she didn't respond at all, you knew she was active on her socials i mean she posted every week — she always saw your texts she just chose not to open them, you got desperate for even a drop of her attention, it got so bad to the point you tried contacting her other mutual friends

by the second month you had started to accept what had happened — you didn't wait for a notification from her user anymore, you didnt expect a miracle to happen

lara breaths heavily as she back reads on your chats — it took all of her courage not to call you during all of this, she tried and tried making herself believe that you were just a waste of time that you were just a distraction

yet every little thing makes her remember you, late night trips?, your favorite food, even your scent — it all comes back to you

maybe you were meant for eachother just not in this time not in this moment — she sighs massaging her temples, her lips pressed into a thin line as longing creeps into her

she types then deletes again, types and then deletes — maybe it was too long?, too casual? — lara over analyzed her text to you, until she just typed something simple

a notification pops up on your phone, it was 2 am who would be awake in such hour?

my laru♡: hi, how are you?

your heart sinks, everything you've worked so hard for has come down to this moment, moving on, crying even denial that she ghosted you

y/n: I'm good.

lara's mood shifts, you really are gone — the period on the end of the sentence and the proper grammar, screamed over her

my laru♡: I'm sorry, i miss us

you wanted to respond saying you do too, you missed hours and hours of taking with her — laughing at the stupidest things ever, god even that stupid nickname she had in your chats

y/n: me too.

yet as reality dawns on lara, its all a sick cycle — she could never date you, because of her career, she just wanted to pretend that it didnt matter just for a few more minutes

[imaginespazzi]

Part 3: Miss Me, Miss Me Not

Masterlist - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14 - Part 15

And it hits me when the lights go on (shit, maybe I miss you)

(In which a lazy writer somehow still manages to make her deadlines, much to her own shock)

Pairing: Paige Bueckers X Azzi Fudd

Themes: Angst, Pining and a teensy bit of Fluff

Words: 5.8K

TW: Swearing (once again I think that's it?)

A/N: Hello my lovelies <3 I'm not gonna lie til about an hour ago, I very much did not think I was gonna give y'all a Monday update but here we are! A couple of housekeeping things, I went back and added months to the years so hopefully that's more helpful. I lowkey dislike this part but I felt like the fic needed it and I'm excited to write the next part. Ngl, the editing on this is pretty nonexistent because trying to read this back lowkey killed me so please feel free to point out mistakes so I can fix them. As always, let me know what you liked, and disliked and anything you wanna see going forward. I really appreciate all of y'alls feedback and the long reviews make my day! Have a good rest of your week lovies <3

September 2017

Azzi: just got home :) 

It’s a simple text and it should be easy for Paige to conjure up an equally simple reply. Instead she finds herself typing and deleting, over and over, because nothing sounds quite right. There’s this hollow feeling thrumming in her chest, that has only gotten stronger every passing minute since she’d said goodbye to Azzi at the airport. If she tries hard enough, she can still feel the remnants of their last hug lingering against every inch of her skin. She wants to memorize that feeling and create a blanket out of its threads to numb the ice cold shiver that’s been repeatedly running through her veins from the second Azzi had gotten on that plane. But even that might not be enough. Not when she’s learnt just how warm Azzi’s presence can be and how everything else pales in comparison. 

Paige lies to herself that it’s an accidental slip of her fingers, that she’d meant to press send not call, that she had every intention of hanging up the facetime on the first ring itself. 

But then Azzi picks up on the second one.

And really it would be rude to hang up. 

“Hey what’s up?” Azzi’s face fills the screen, tired eyes staring intently at Paige through the screen. 

“Oh um-” Paige fumbles for words, awkwardly shuffling her feet that are dangling off the side of her bed, “I just wanted to ask how your flight was?”

Azzi raises an eyebrow, “you couldn’t have texted me that?”

“Too tired to text,” Paige lies and the words i just wanted to hear your voice stay stuck, burning hot, in her throat, “gotta save these money-making fingers for more important things.”

“Yeah I’m hanging up-”

“NO-” it comes out far more forceful than it should and if possible, Azzi’s eyebrow shoots up even farther, as Paige clears her throat, “I mean- uh- you didn’t tell me how your flight was.”

Paige is too busy cringing at herself to notice the light blush that tinges Azzi’s cheeks. She’s too busy wondering why this girl brings out this nervous bumbling side of hers to notice the fond smile that almost cracks through Azzi’s lips. 

“The flight was okay. I actually got to sleep this time,” Azzi says pointedly and Paige laughs. 

“So what you’re saying is it was boring as hell.”

“I’m saying it was really peaceful not having someone yapping in my ear while I was trying to sleep.”

“So you didn’t miss me?” Paige presses, trying to keep her voice teasing despite how desperately she wants the admission. 

Azzi hesitates, as if she’s debating with herself, before, “I didn’t say that.”

It’s a little ridiculous how large Paige’s grin is but it’s okay, because Azzi’s smiling back, soft and shy. They’d look foolish to anyone else, the way they’re so intently gazing at each other through a screen as if there’s no barrier between them at all. 

“It’s gonna be weird going to the gym without you tomorrow morning,” Paige confesses after a second, moving to lay down on her stomach. 

“I bet. You’re gonna get absolutely nothing done without me,” Azzi teases dramatically before her eyes soften, “it’s weird that I’m not gonna see you at all tomorrow.”

There’s something gut-wrenching about that admission and yet, there’s something in it that heals a part of Paige’s heart that she hadn’t even known needed to be fixed. It means something to her that Azzi must feel it too. Because if she’s honest with herself, Paige had been just a little afraid that maybe the connection was just in her head, that maybe Azzi was simply tolerating her presence out of kindness. 

“You should just move to Minnesota,” Paige replies finally, “much nicer than Virgina or whatever.”

“Have you ever even been to Virginia?” Azzi asks, eyebrows raised as she flips herself to lie on her back, holding her phone above her in a way that lets Paige see entirely too much and yet not nearly enough. 

“No but it sounds boring as fuck.”

“Not with me,” Azzi says, biting her bottom lip sheepishly as soon as the words are out. 

Paige smirks, suddenly filled with a brand new confidence, “yeah? You’d make Virgina interesting for me Fudd? What would we do?”

Azzi licks her lips and Paige feels her mouth go dry. 

“We’d be together,” the younger girl says finally, averting her gaze as the depth of her words begin to make Paige feel like she’s being flooded by an ocean of emotions she’s not quite ready to feel yet, “anything can be interesting if we’re together.”

It would be so easy to come up with a sarcastic quip or tease Azzi for being a sap and yet there’s a certain sincerity in this moment that feels too fragile for Paige to feign nonchalance. 

“Is Virginia nice in the winter?” she asks finally, hands fidgeting with the hair ties secured around her wrist, “Minny’s a little too cold sometimes.”

Azzi’s eyes shine and Paige wants to try and read them, find the little clues hidden in her irises and solve the mystery lingering behind the crimson flush of her cheeks. But the truth is that Paige is a little scared of what she’d find, a little scared that discovering Azzi might mean discovering herself too. 

“You should come find out some time,” the brunette says, casual tone filled with intricacies of something far deeper. It’s the closest they’ve gotten to saying anything of actual substance and they tip-toe around saying what they both want, daring the other to ask first. 

“I dunno,” Paige says, determined to win the game, “I’m not in the habit of showing up to places without a proper invite.”

Azzi scoffs, “a proper invite? Are you expecting someone to send you a carrier pigeon with a gold letter addressed to her royal highness or something?”

“That would be nice,” Paige surmises and Azzi rolls her eyes.

“Does your back ever hurt from carrying that ego?”

“Only hurts from carrying my team.”

“Oh my god you’re so full of it.”

“Full of talent? Yessirrrr.”

Azzi huffs, “Paige.”

“Azzi,” Paige hums. 

“Do you wanna come visit me in Virginia during winter break?” Azzi says finally, a small smile playing on her lips like she’s okay with losing this game as long as it’s to Paige. 

“If I must,” Paige says dramatically, shrugging her shoulders and everything as Azzi lets out an offended squeak. But inside, her heart flutters at the offer, at the idea of seeing Azzi again, even if it feels like a lifetime away. Because as long as it’s Azzi on the other side, Paige and her impatient self can wait however long it takes. 

“Actually you know what nevermind, you don’t gotta come,” Azzi concedes bitterly,  scrunching her face (and Paige would never tell her this but she thinks Azzi looks just a little too cute when she’s mad and so maybe she riles her up on purpose)

“No takesies backsies Az,” Paige sing-songs before her lips uptick from a smirk into something more sincere, “hey Az,” she whispers, giggling to herself when Azzi pretends to ignore her, “I’d really like to come see you in Virginia during winter break.”

And as a brilliant grin dazzles across Azzi’s face, Paige realizes that her favorite thing about Azzi’s smile isn’t when her dimples show or when her eyes twinkle, it’s when it’s there because of Paige, when it’s there just for Paige. 

“Good,” Azzi whispers as they fall into a comfortable silence. 

There’s this serene sense of calm that laces itself around Paige’s nerves. Her normally fidgeting body is content to be perfectly still, an anomaly to her usual demeanor. The truth is that Paige isn’t the kind of person who’s okay with just existing; she likes to spend every second in motion, living out the high. There’s a part of her that’s scared of missing moments, scared that the people around her will leave her behind if she doesn’t chase them. But it’s different with Azzi. The younger girl makes Paige feel like it’s okay if she takes a moment to just breathe. Because Azzi will wait. Because Azzi won’t leave Paige behind. 

“Wait,” it’s a little while before Azzi pipes up, shaking Paige out of her thoughts, “what time is it?”

Paige’s eyes flicker to the time on her phone, confused by the line of questioning, “it’s almost 9 why?”

“Don’t you have a team party or something to go to tonight?” Azzi asks, face scrunching, “I swear you told me you had something tonight.”

“Oh-yeah- Amaya’s back to school thing,” Paige sheepishly scratches her neck, suddenly feeling itchy in her flannel shirt. She’d forgotten she was wearing that instead of her daily clothes. Hell, she’d forgotten she was supposed to be going somewhere in the first place, too occupied with other thoughts. 

“Bro get up,” Azzi orders, “you’re already late.”

“Nah it’s fine. I don’t think I’m gonna go,” Paige says and she thinks she should probably feel a little more guilty about it. 

“What do you mean you’re not gonna go?” Azzi asks in disbelief, “dude you’re the star of the team. You have to go.”

“Amaya will understand besides-” Paige drags in a deep breath, feeling vulnerable as the next words fall out in a quiet whisper, “I don’t wanna hang up yet.”

“Paige c’mon we can talk tomorrow,” Azzi tries to protest but it’s half-hearted at best.

“I wanna talk right now,” Paige argues, “you don’t wanna talk to me?”

For a second Paige thinks Azzi might just say no, might just chip away a little bit of heart with a well-intentioned rejection, but she doesn’t, “always wanna talk to you P.”

“Then don’t hang up. Talk to me.”

And Azzi does. All night. 

Two weeks laters there’s a letter, in an envelope with a picture of a carrier pigeon, that arrives in the Bueckers’ mail box. 

To her royal highness, 

Unfortunately I couldn’t find an actual carrier pigeon (I swear I tried) so this envelope and the mailman will have to do. 

~ You are formally invited this winter break to the Fudd family residence in Virginia. ~

(And you better show up Bueckers)

Yours, 

Azzi

February 2033

“I can’t believe you’re leaving me,” Ice whines petulantly as she makes herself comfortable on the couch across from where Paige is getting her makeup done, “this is parental neglect.”

Paige laughs, eyes closed, her makeup artist does her mascara, “you’ll survive.”

“You don’t know that” Ice argues, plucking a grape from the fruit basket before segueing into a rant about how boring Arlington, Texas is. 

Paige is grateful for the distraction her younger friend is providing. Her nerves had been on edge since the moment she’d woken up this morning, anxious to get the impending farewell press conference over with. She’d already started accepting that the Wings weren’t the right place for her but that feeling had only been heightened by her trip to the Valkyries. And ever since she’s come back, Paige feels a little bit like she’s sleepwalking through her final moments in Dallas. If she’s honest, she’s probably rushing things a little bit. There’s still plenty of time before she really has to move to Oakland but it had been her choice to move there as soon as possible. Paige had always been good at conjuring excuses and she had plenty as to why she needed to be in California so soon. But at the end of the day it isn’t about training or team bonding or any of the other hundred justifications she’s given anyone who’s asked. It’s about a little girl who’s eyes had been brimming with tears when saying goodbye, a little girl who had made Paige pinky swear that she’d be back as soon as possible. 

Really, Paige thinks she should be applauded for her restraint, because truth be told, the second Stephie’s lower lip had trembled, Paige had been prepared to ask Ice to just ship her stuff to Oakland so that she’d never have to let go of the little girl’s hand. 

And here’s the thing, Paige is willing to admit she wants to go back to the Bay Area for Stephie. It’s that pesky little part of her that’s desperate to go back for Stephie’s mother, to go back for one more hesitant yet lingering touch, that she won’t ever share with anyone else. 

“I never thought I’d live to see you and Azzi willingly playing together again,” Ice says as soon as Paige’s makeup artist leaves the room, “KK and I didn’t even try betting on it, we were that sure it wouldn’t happen. Shit I should have. I totally would have won.”

“Don’t y’all get tired of betting on my life?” Paige asks, rolling her eyes, trying to ignore the first part of what Ice said. 

“Betting on your life has made me hundreds of dollars bro,” Ice says, before a more earnest  look crosses her face, “but genuinely P, are you sure about this? There’s a lot of history there.”

Paige sighs, “it’s not about our history. It’s a basketball decision. And we’re both mature adults who know that. I’m just tryna win. Nothing else.”

“It’s never nothing when it comes to you two.”

“It is this time,” Paige argues adamantly and Ice raises her hands in surrender. 

“I just don’t want another set of teammates to have to deal with y’alls bullshit,” the younger girl teases, but it’s laced with a hint of seriousness that sends a flare of guilt shooting through Paige’s body. 

“Ice-” she begins.

But Ice is quick to change to a lighter subject, “can’t believe Jana’s the one that gets mom and dad back together. I always knew she was the favorite.”

“We didn’t have favorites,” Paige plays along, thankful for Ice and her ability to always keep the tension to a bare minimum. 

“Oh don’t lie. We all know you did,” Ice scoffs and then lets out a chuckle, “and now Azzi’s actually a mom. That’s kinda insane. And you met the kid right?”

“Yeah. Yeah I did,” Paige says and she can’t help the way her entire face breaks into a gleaming smile as her thoughts turn into memories of Stephie. She doesn’t even realize she’s gotten lost in a different world until Ice coughs, an amused grin playing on her lips. 

“You’re so royally fucked Paige,” Ice shakes her head, “the only person I’ve seen you smile that big for before is Azzi.”

“She’s a cute, smart, adorable kid, that’s why I’m smiling,” Paige tries to defend herself. 

“She’s Azzi’s cute, smart, adorable kid,” Ice counters. 

“That has nothing to do with it,” Paige protests again but it rings hollow to her own ears.

“Oh my god I needa call KK and get this bet started. It’s only a matter of time for real,” Ice says, more to herself than to Paige, as she whips out her phone, probably texting KK. 

“A matter of time till what?”

“You’ll find out Paigey,” Ice says gravely with a mocking smile, patting Paige’s head, “all in due time.”

***

The Dallas Wings media room is buzzing, reporters desperate to ask Paige questions and the blonde tries to maintain a smile despite the fact that her heart is lurching in her throat right now. Her opening speech had been short and sweet, parroting basically the same thing that had gone out on her social media the night before; she’d been desperate to just get it out. Generally, Paige is pretty good with the media, having been immersed in the spotlight since basically forever. The attention and how to maneuver it has always come naturally to her so she’s not sure why she feels so unnerved by it all today.  From the back of the media room, Ice sends her a thumbs up and a reassuring grin and Paige lets out a breath, glad to have at least that comforting presence with her. 

“Aidrian Ginsburger with Bleacher Report, Paige, you’ve obviously spent all of your career so far with the Wings, can you tell us a little bit about the impact this organization has had on you?”

Paige smiles at the question, letting her brain skim through pages and pages of fond memories she has of time spent with this team. It might be time to move on but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have plenty of cherished moments. 

“Yeah um- this place has really shaped who I am as a person. Since day one, the front office, obviously it’s a different one to the one I came in with, they did a lot to make sure that I was comfortable. My teammates through the years have been incredible and I wouldn’t be the player I am today without them. And of course the fans you know, they always showed out for the team, for me. Always supported me in anyways and I hope that I was able to give back the love to them that they always gave to me,” she says, suddenly nostalgic for the team that had started it all. 

The next questions are similar in nature and Paige’s answer varies only in words but not substance. She feels herself start to settle into it, now fielding the expected questions about the Wings and Valkyries with an air of confidence. There are a couple questions about Azzi that make her heart thump, but that was to be expected. It’s a pretty brilliant story in the making, two MVPs who used to play on the same college team coming together. Talia had warned Paige in advance that there was no avoiding it. But for the most part the questions have an easy answer about how Azzi’s a brilliant player and she’s excited to play with her old friend again. That is until a familiar hand shoots up and all the tension that had previously dissipated, comes roaring back with a vengeance. 

“Olivia Reynolds with the Dallas Morning News, Paige, as others have said today, you and Azzi Fudd played together at UConn and you were best friends.” Olivia’s eyes glint viciously, “I mean it’s pretty well documented how hard you tried to recruit her to UConn. But despite being best friends, the two of you have been never seen hanging out, outside of games and formal events, unlike your other teammates that is-”

“Is there a point to this?” Paige asks, hands fisting in her lap as she tries to keep herself calm. 

Olivia smiles, sugary sweet, “I was just wondering if maybe there was some tension and how that would affect your on-court chemistry at the Valkyries?”

“There’s no tension,” Paige lies through gritted teeth, “we didn’t hang out because we live far apart. There isn’t much else to it. And even if there was, Azzi and I are professionals. We wouldn’t let anything off the court affect our goal to win.”

“You lived far apart before UConn too, but that didn’t seem to stop you guys. What changed?” Olivia presses.

“Time did. Our lives did. There’s nothing sensational here. It’s just a case of two people drifting apart,” Paige says and the fabrication feels heavy on her tongue. If only it really had been that simple. 

“But clearly not that much,” Olivia says, and Paige glances at the moderator, desperate for an intervention, “there were plenty of fan pictures of the two of you out getting ice cream with Azzi’s daughter. It seems like you’re already fitting into that Bay Area life-”

“I’m not hearing a question at the end of your sentence,” Paige hisses and she can practically already hear the scolding she’s going to get from Talia once her agent gets wind of how this press conference had gone. The entire media cohort is watching the exchange with wide eyes, no doubt questioning whether they were embarrassed or impressed by their colleague. Ice is mouthing something to Paige, probably something along the lines of please keep your shit together, but Paige is steaming. Really, she should have expected this. 

“Well if you’d let me finish,” Olivia snarls, the façade of innocence dropping, “even if the two of you have drifted, as you put it, clearly there’s still a relationship there. How big of a role did Azzi Fudd play in your choice to move to the Valkyries?”

Paige sucks in a deep breath, nails digging into her palm at the question, “Azzi is the best shooting guard in the country. That was her role in my decision to move to the Valkyries. I don’t know what else you’re trying to imply, but I want to play with her because we play well together. That’s it,” she stands up and there’s pin drop silence, “thank you all for coming but we’re done with this press conference. 

***

Paige is seething as she exits the media room, Ice hot on her heels trying to calm her down. The sane part of her knows she should head back to the makeup room or even to her car, instead she finds her feet carrying her in the direction of where she knows Olivia Reynolds will be, reviewing her press conference notes by the coffee machine like she always is. 

“What the actual fuck was that?” Paige spits as she comes to a halt in front of the reporter. 

“I know you think playing basketball is the only job in the world Paige, but that was a reporter doing her job,” Olivia says, her calm and composed voice only furthering Paige’s irritation. 

“Bull-fucking-shit.” Paige sneers, “that wasn’t a reporter out there, that was my ex-wife grilling me like we were back in fucking divorce court.”

Olivia cocks her head, “oh so you do remember who I am to you then?”

“Oliv-”

“Because if you did remember, I’d like to think you’d have the courtesy to at least personally tell me that you were moving to your,” she drops her voice, “ex-girlfriend’s team instead of letting me find out with the rest of the world. You don’t think you owed me that?”

“That’s what this is about?” Paige sighs, “Olivia we’ve been divorced for almost three years now, I don’t owe you-”

“You didn’t owe Azzi anything either,” Olivia whisper-yells, the calm in her voice replaced by the same anger that had tainted the last year of their marriage, “but when we first started dating, you kept us a secret for months. You wouldn’t even tell your fucking teammates cause you were so scared she’d find out,” her eyes drift towards Ice who looks like she wishes she’d made a different decision rather than following Paige out here, “you said she deserved to hear it from you but apparently I don’t-’

“I didn’t mean it like that Olivia. Look, I meant what I said up there. There’s nothing between- ”

“Spare me,” Olivia says, as she stuffs her notepad into her bag, “you can lie to all those other reporters out there about how all of this is a basketball decision. You can even lie to yourself if you want. But you can’t lie to me, not when I spent four years fighting to keep our relationship from getting crushed under whatever it is that Azzi is to you.”

***

It doesn’t matter how far Paige burrows her head into her pillows, she can’t seem to stop herself from hearing Olivia’s words reverberating through her ears. The two of them had done well at co-existing in their social circles after the divorce had been finalized. While no one could quite call them friends, they’d done a good job at being friendly, being able to converse and share an occasional drink when in their combined friend group. And if Paige is honest, she knows she’s fucked up, knows she probably did owe Olivia a call. But calling Olivia would have meant calling someone who would inevitably make Paige face the truth, just like she had today. The truth that, even with the deal Talia had concocted with the Liberty hanging in the background like a dark presence, the move to the Valkyries was about a lot more than just basketball for Paige. 

She’s so entrenched in her thought that she doesn’t bother checking who it is when the facetime rings, irritation seeping into her voice as she answers it, face still buried in her pillows, “WHAT?”

“Miss Buecks?” a tiny voice comes through the phone and for a second, Paige thinks she must be dreaming, until she finally lifts her head to look at her phone, and Stephie’s small face lights up the whole screen. And it’s like she can feel little hands on her shoulders, slowly unknotting her tightened muscles. 

“Stephie,” she breathes out, a sudden sense of serene calm washing over her previously tense body. 

“Hi Miss Buecks,” Stephie says happily before she squints at the screen, “you sleep weird.”

Paige laughs, “and why’s that?”

“You’re not wearing pajamas and it’s only seven. ‘Dults don’t sleep at seven,” Stephie says matter-of-factly. 

“It’s actually nine here,” Paige says, a little surprised by the time; she hadn’t realized she'd been moping in her bed for that long. Ice had forced her to get lunch together, not wanting to leave Paige alone after the encounter with Olivia. Once she’d finally gotten back to her apartment, Paige had flopped on her bed, taking out her frustrations on her poor pillow. 

“That’s not poss-ble,” Stephie scrunches her face, “Mama’s phone says it’s seven.”

“It’s seven in California, it’s nine in Texas,” Paige tries to explain though by the way Stephie’s looking at her, she thinks she’s probably just confusing the girl more, “how’d you figure out how to call me babe?”

Stephie gives her an exasperated look, “Miss Buecks I’m five. I know how to use facetime.”

“And does your Mama know you're facetiming me?” Paige asks, eyebrows raised.

“She’s in the shower,” Stephie whispers, grinning sheepishly. 

As if on cue, Azzi appears on the corner of the screen and Paige feels her mouth run dry. The darker skinned woman is clad in a light pink fluffy bathrobe that ends right above her knees, giving Paige the perfect view of her long, toned legs that seem to shimmer despite the shitty quality of the facetime. Rivulets of water cling to her neck, delicately cascading down the valley of her breasts before disappearing from sight. And Paige must be dehydrated because never has she wanted to taste a drop of liquid more than she does right now. 

“Stephie,” Azzi groans, as she walks towards the phone and Paige gulps, heart beating faster with every step the other woman takes, everything about her becoming clearer and clearer, “what did I say about using my phone.”

“Only in em-a-gencies,” Stephie recites, “but Mama I had an em-a-gency.”

Azzi tilts her head, eyebrows raised as she gives her daughter a knowing look, “and what was your emergency?”

“I really, really, really, this much” Stephie stretches out her hands as far as they’ll go,  really, really, really, miss Miss Buecks.”

Paige feels her heart flutter. Stephie’s words feel like a hand carefully pulling her out from under the pile of stress she’d been buried under the whole day. It’s like the little girl is pushing away the rubble pressing against her lungs, turning the rocks into dust with a light touch and Paige feels like she can finally breathe. 

“Sounds like a pretty big emergency to me,” she says, relishing the way Stephie’s face lights up at the admission, “cause I really, really, really miss you too Steph.”

“See Mama,” Stephie says, placing the phone against a wall so can place her hands on her hips and look up at Azzi with a pleased smirk. 

Azzi rolls her eyes before glaring at Paige, “you’re a bad influence on her.”

“I’m the best influence on her,” Paige argues, sending Stephie a conspiratorial wink, “just you wait Az, I’mma teach her all the good things.”

Something unreadable flashes across Azzi’s face before she’s back to looking at Paige with an unimpressed arched eyebrow, “I am not letting you corrupt my daughter Paige Bueckers.”

“We’ll see,” Paige says slowly and Azzi shakes her head before turning to Stephie. 

“Alright Stephie bean time to go brush your teeth. It’s almost bedtime babes,” she says with a stern look 

“But Mama-”

“No arguing, you have school tomorrow missy,” Azzi reminds the little girl and Paige can’t help but marvel at the mother that Azzi’s become. And it makes her heart ache for the fantasies she’d dreamed of when she was in her early twenties. She’d always known Azzi would be a great mother; Paige had just naively thought she’d be there alongside her too. 

“Can Miss Buecks stay on the phone till I fall asleep?” Stephie asks, peering up at Azzi with big doe eyes, “please Mama pleeeease.”

“I’m sure Miss Buecks has other things-”

“I don’t,” Paige cuts in far too enthusiastically, clearing her throat to get back some semblance of restraint as both mother and daughter turn to look at each other, “I don’t have anything to do tonight so I can stay till you fall asleep Stephie.”

“YAYY,” Stephie cheers enthusiastically while Azzi studies her with a weary look, “I’m gonna go brush my teeth and then you can read me, my story Mama.”

With that, the little girl runs in the direction of what Paige can only assume is the bathroom, skipping with childlike joy as she sing-songs about something Paige can’t quite make out. 

“You know you don’t have to say yes to everything she asks right?” Azzi says slowly as she grabs her phone and sits on the couch. 

Paige shrugs, “I have time to stay.”

“Do you?” Azzi asks skeptically, “because from what I heard the Wings are having a little farewell party tonight, for you.”

Paige narrows her eyes, “and how exactly did you hear that?”

“I have connections.”

“You talked to Ice.”

“I talked to Ice,” Azzi concedes, “and I’m pretty sure you’re already an hour or so late for it.”

“Exactly. I’m already an hour late so why bother,” Paige says, sitting up so she can rest head against her headboard, “why were you talking to Ice?”

“I can’t talk to my friend?” Azzi asks slowly. 

“Of course you can but why specifically today?” Paige presses 

Azzi bites her lip, “I um- I watched your press conference today. You uh-” she averts her gaze, “you seemed really stressed at the end and I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

A soft grin upturns Paige’s lips before she can stop it, “were you worried for me Fudd?”

“That’s not-” Azzi groans, “shut up.”

Paige smirks, “you were worried for me.”

“I was concerned for my future teammate," Azzi huffs, “besides,” her face hardens, “she was way out of line.”

Paige sighs at the implied mention of Olivia, “maybe but maybe I deserved it.”

“No you didn’t,” Azzi protests and that oh so familiar protective tone in her voice carves itself into every crevice of Paige’s heart, “no one deserves to be put on the spot like that. She was being unethical trying to dig into your personal life like that.”

“This is nice,” Paige says softly, unable to help herself. 

“What is?” 

“Seeing you get all defensive over me. It's nice to see you still care. I didn’t know if you still did.”

Azzi’s quiet for a second, gnawing at her bottom lip as she looks at Paige, “I’ve always cared Paige. And-” she hesitates as the tightrope beneath them wavers, “I’m always gonna care.”

There’s years worth of unsaid words lingering in the silence between them as they breach some unspoken rule they’d both inadvertently agreed to. And they both know that they shouldn’t be saying things like this to each other, that they’re teetering on the edge of falling into an abyss that has nothing but destruction at the bottom. But Azzi’s words feel like sunshine, like heat waves across her skin and Paige is so tired of feeling cold. 

Before either of them can say another word, Stephie comes back into the room, crawling into Azzi’s lap.

“I’m back,” she beams, completely unaware of the way the two adults are scrambling to act normal around her. 

“Here baby,” Azzi hands the phone to Stephie, “take Miss Buecks to your room. Mama’s gonna go change and then she’ll come read to you okay?”

“‘Kay Mama,” Stephie complies, pressing a soft kiss to Azzi’s cheek before running towards her room. For a second Paige’s screen is blurred in motion until Stephie fixes her again and Paige catches a glimpse of Stephie’s room, specifically the walls that are painted the perfect shade of Valkyrie purple. 

“I love your walls Stephie,” she compliments.

“They’re pu-ple,” Stephie exclaims, “that’s my favorite color.”

“First the ice-cream, now the color, you’re stealing all of my favorites kid,” Paige teases but she’s secretly pleased by this revelation. It’s dangerous how fast Stephie’s starting to whittle down Paige’s walls and build herself a permanent shelf in Paige’s cabinet of my people. 

“Can I tell you a secret Miss Buecks,” Stephie whispers, bringing her lips closer to the phone. 

Paige smiles, “of course you can.”

“I think Mama misses you too,” Stephie says softly and Paige feels her heart catch in her throat, “I heard her tell Nanna on the phone.”

“Can I tell you a secret Stephie?” Paige lowers her voice, leaning into her phone. 

“‘Course you can Miss Buecks.”

Paige swallows as the admission falls from her lips, “I really miss your Mama too.”

I miss her always and I think I’ll miss her forever. 

“What are you the two of you whispering about,” Azzi’s voice cuts in as she tucks herself next to Stephie, a children’s book in her hand. 

“Nothing Mama,” Stephie says immediately, winking at Paige through the phone. 

“Yeah,” Paige echoes, ignoring her erratic heartbeat, “nothing Azzi.”

Azzi looks between the both of them, clearly aware she’s being left out of something, but doesn’t push further. Instead she flips open the book, pulls Stephie closer into her arms and starts reading. If anyone were to ask Paige later, she wouldn’t have the faintest idea about a single word in that damn book. Because as Azzi’s soothing voice begins to lull Stephie to sleep, and the younger girl, despite her yawns, holds the phone up so the blonde can be included in every second of it, Paige feels herself being pulled into a dream she has no right to dream. She dreams of being in Stephie’s purple bedroom. She dreams of her and Azzi lying against Stephie’s lilac bedspread, their hands entwined in the middle over Stephie’s little body. She dreams of a forever that she’d long forsaken.

[frozenjokes]

the (essentially) government raised super weapon needs a little help realizing he also wants to blow shit up in the parking lot out back but luckily cub is here to support <3

snippet below the cut

Idly, from the crack of his ajar bedroom door, Cub watched Scar through gentle eyes, the other sitting at the couch, ever so slightly slumped as he watched the news, or maybe watch was a strong word, because it looked a bit more like he was sleeping. An awake Scar was never so still, so relaxed, the rise and fall of his shoulders never so slow. An awake Scar typically knew when he was being watched, a strong internal sense, and he would turn around, arm draped over the back of the sofa with a lazy smile, and Cub might greet him, or he might just shut the door, the observation not nearly as fun when the other knew he was there. Cub smiled, basking in the opportunity to simply look without being known. Scar’s hair was a certified mess, more than it usually was, the funny little cowlick at the back of his head completely out of control. Not that Scar ever tried very hard to tame it anyway. But today he didn’t have to try at all, because today he was here, and there were no cameras, no scrutiny. Well, maybe there was a little scrutiny, but Grian wasn’t home right now. Just Cub. Just Cub.

Scar’s legs were in the shop today, routine maintenance and things, but instead of spending the day in town as he typically did on these types of off days, he asked to spend it here, to just hang out, relax. Take off the mask and not think at all. And who would Cub be to deny him?

There was something so deeply satisfying seeing him here, out of uniform. He had arrived in it out of necessity; very few people had no legs and wheelchairs decked out in HotGuy merchandise, but Scar had changed once inside, visibly reveling in the luxury of being Here. In a place with people he trusted. No mask. No legs. No uniform. Being.. Scar. Given the nuclear identity crises Scar had been experiencing lately, this was nothing short of the ultimate freedom. And what an honor to be able to provide that, to be trusted enough that even a man so deeply insecure of his place in the world could find it in himself to just relax around you. To be himself. To fall asleep on the sofa without the fear of sharp edges.

Cub ducked out of his room, tip-toeing over to shut off the news. He didn’t care to hear it, and didn’t think it was too good for Scar either, not today. The scene reimagined to his liking, Cub slunk back to his room then walked from it again, normally, and draped his arms around Scar’s neck, humming. Scar roused, and Cub got the pleasure of seeing him blink away sleep.

“Ello,” Scar mumbled, leaning back to hit Cub’s chest with his head, and Cub closed his eyes, a small smile forming across his lips (maybe. Sometimes when he thought he was smiling, he didn’t look any different at all, his mind’s eye only playing tricks on his physical sense of self).

“Hi. You tired?”

Scar gave the question a moment of thought, endearingly, trying to push back further into the couch, like the barrier between them was a great frustration. Cub didn’t make any move to be closer, internally amused. Scar sighed, “Not really. Just got a bit bored, closed my eyes. Was still listening.”

Cub very much doubted that. He didn’t think Scar was lying or anything, just that he simply didn’t know how asleep he really was. No point addressing it though. “That’s good. I was thinking about you, y’know.” Cub snaked around the side of the couch, settling himself half on top of Scar, probably with far less grace than he was imagining. Whatever the case, Scar didn’t seem to care, looking more delighted than anything to have Cub so close.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Treat You 3

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, violence, abuse, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (Tall!reader)

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

"You're useless!" Your dad slather's spit on your face as he holds himself over you, penning you in on your bed, "fucking idiot!"

You whimper as he growls and huffs his tobacco-tinged breath in your face. You wrinkle your nose and bat your lashes as tears prickle along the brims of your eyes. You shudder as he shoves himself off of you, snarling as he heaves his weight off the mattress. Another rude awakening, though for what you don't know.

"I'm sorry, da-" You begin as you sit up, only to have him spin and crack his knuckles across your cheek. You fall back and cradles your skull as it vibrates. "Ow, dad, what did I do?"

"Where the fuck are my smokes?!" He hisses.

"I dunno, I dunno," you sit up, holding out an arm to shield yourself, "you know I wouldn't touch them."

"I know you're a sneaky fucking bitch," he barks and goes to your dress, shaking it as he tears open the drawer. He scoops out the contents and throws them so the fabric scatters over the floor.

"I didn't touch them," you sniffle.

"Stop fucking lying!" He blusters as he stomps over to you, grabbing you by the front of your tee shirt, "look at you, lazy piece of shit, hiding in your room all day, doing what?!"

"Dad," you murmur.

"Bitch!" He shoves you back and you once more fall flat, biting your own tongue.

He surges around the room and there's a thunderous crash as he swipes your desk clear of its contents. You sit up and watch, helpless as he rips like a tornado through the space. He hollers and hurls until he's out of breath. He leaves you with a slam of the door. A promise in the shake of the frame. If he sees you again, it will only get worse.

You get up and switch your pajama bottoms for jeans. You retrieve the clunky laptop from the floor and tuck it into your bag. It's the only thing of value you have. It's how you make your living, typing away captions and sending the words in for pennies. You swipe up your book and the small change purse with not much in it.

You listen before you emerge from your room. You creep down and take your denim jacket and sneakers from the entryway, tiptoeing out and putting them on in the hallway. You stand straight and touch your throbbing cheek. You must look a mess. It doesn't matter, you just need to get out of there.

You get out to the street and find a bench just around the corner, sitting to think of where to go. You need to get the next project done. Tonight's the deadline to get a few extra dollars on the next deposit. You need wifi. Usually you can leech off the neighbours' but there's no way you're staying in the apartment with your father like that.

The library isn't an option. You can't even access the wifi without an account and you have fines since your father destroyed several borrowed books last month. Besides, it's too far out of the way and you have no bus fare. Maybe...

Is it worth it? You don't know if you have any change. You sift through your bag and open your change purse. A couple of quarters; seventy-five cents. Hmm, how much is a cookie? Just one of the small ones?

All you know is the cafe has wifi. You'll test your luck and see how long they put up with you. You head off, disappearing into the urban ebb and flow, happy to drown in it and forget the morning.

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The cafe is busy enough for you to sneak in with the rush. You find a seat in the corner and set up there, hoping you can fade into the background as usual. You glance over at the menu, there's nothing you can afford there. You sigh as you slip the heavy laptop out of your crochet bag.

You open it and hit the power button. Nothing happens. You lean in and try again. You notice how the frame of the screen is split at the seam. Oh no. The thing's taken a beating over the years but it's usually fine. He's done it now. It's broken.

That's it. That's the only thing you got and it's just as garbage as everything else in your life. You hang your head, holding it in your hands as you stare at the table. You're numb, to hollow to feel anything. You should cry but you can't.

Your vision blurs as you sit there, frozen. What do you do? What can you do? You are totally screwed.

You don't know how long you stay like that. The world skews around you until suddenly it centers on a gentle tap on your shoulder. You pop your head up, nearly tipping the chair as you look up at the barista. It's the same one as last time. Peter, you think he said.

"Excuse me--" He begins but he gapes and stares at you.

"I'm sorry, I... I'll go," you gulp and shake your head, "I don't have money for a coffee."

You stand but he doesn't move. He's close as you reach for your laptop and he reaches to stop you from closing it.

"What happened?" He asks.

"Nothing," you lie.

"Something must've happened--"

"I must've hit it on the door when I came in," you mutter pushing until he moves his hand, snapping shut the broken screen.

"Not the computer," he says, "you?"

"What?" You frown and wince as the bruise twinges and you notice how you can see your cheek swelling from your left eye.

"Did someone hurt you?" He asks.

"Please, it doesn't matter," you turn to unhook your bag from the chair, "I'm just going to leave. I told you, I don't have any money--"

"Coffee's on the house. Or tea," he insists, "please, sit down."

"I can't."

"Why not?" He asks.

You cringe and stop. You turn to face him, looking down at his warm brown eyes, "why are you bugging me?"

"Am I?" His forehead ripples, "I wasn't meaning to."

You squeeze your lips together and a pang of guilt tweaks in your chest. You hang your head, "I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to talk back."

"Look, seems like you've had a rough morning. If you stay, I promise I won't bug you. I'll just bring you some tea and let you be."

You look away as your nose flares, tingling dangerously, "why would you do that?"

"Nice things always come around," he shrugs, "and they don't cost anything."

You nod and hide your face, "thanks."

"No problem, oh uh, one thing," he turns a palm out, "I didn't get your name."

You put your bag on the table as you touch the back of the chair. You eke out your name before you sit. He repeats it brightly, "alright, I'll be right back."

You stare out the window, refusing to look anywhere else. You're too embarrassed to let him see the tears in your eyes.

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SFW alphabet: Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

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hope you enjoy this!! again with any of my writing i appreciate feedback! love ya

 A= Affection (How Affectionate are they? How do they show affection?

omg extremely affectionate! always giving quick kisses on the cheek or softy squeezing your hand in public. he isn’t like crazy with pda but at home he’s constantly touching.

B= Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

literally the best boyfriend and best friend. he would also know how to do them separately as well if that makes sense? like he would know when it’s best to be your best friend and when to be your boyfriend. he would remember every little thing about you and just make you feel so seen and loved.

C= Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

of course he loves to cuddle. id say he’d like any type of cuddling as long as he can wrap his arms around you and hold you as humanly close.

D= Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

if he found the right person, yes. of course he would be super nervous about it because of his job and being away from home but if he truly loved someone yes he would want to settle down.

cooking? everyone in gaz nation all agrees he can make 5 star meals so if you don’t like to cook, that’s okay! if you do? even better it’s an activity you two can do together as a couple.

and cleaning of course he would help out with, i think he would keep things pretty tidy but if things did need cleaning he would have no problems doing them.

E= Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) 

i don’t think he would be the type to do it over text or phone call. would probably tell them face to face.

F= Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

with gaz when i’m creating scenarios in my head with him in mind, i always think you would start as friends with feeling but too scared to confess until it just happens. so with commitment in this particular scenario, he would already be fully committed before you were even together. but even if that’s not the case, i don’t see him as a guy that’s scared of commitment.

as for marriage? i would say after dating maybe 3 years he would pop the question

G= Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) 

sooooo gentle. i truly do not see him being rough with his partner (unless ya know it’s sex and there was a talk before hand) and emotionally? even if it’s a fight and you’re both upset with each other, i don’t think he would ever snap and insult you or anything like that. he would just try to remain calm and talk it out and if it got into a bad enough argument, he would just talk a talk to clear his head and emotions before returning.

also i fully believe this man goes to therapy

H= Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

any excuse to have his partner in his arms he’ll take it. loves the hugs he receives when he comes home after a mission where it’s just the both of your clinging to each other, happy to see each other. or the lazy from behind hugs while he’s sleepy and trying to convince you to turn in early for the night. i don’t think he’s like constantly hugging but he does enjoy it

I= I love you (How fast do they say the L=word?)

again in my made up maladaptive daydreams, with the whole friends before lovers it would probably happen in the confession but if we aren’t going by that, i would say anywhere like 5-8 months into the relationship.

J= Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

I don’t think he gets jealous often. He is confident in your relationship and knows he doesn’t have to worry and vice versa.

K= Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they  like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

omg I could go on for hours. kyle’s kisses always leave you wanting more.

for him i feel like his favorite place to kiss his partner is on the temple. he likes to just hold them in his arms and press small kisses into their temple.

as for him, he likes to be kissed on the cheek. right on his scar

L= Little ones (How are they around children?)

at first, he is a little shy around small children, but the longer that he is around them he will start playing with them. he is always very sweet and attentive and patient with the children. He doesn’t get really upset if they make messes or they throw tantrums but with tantrums he really doesn’t know how to handle them,so most of the time he will just notify their parent. but with his own children, he would try to calm them down in that type of situation.

i think he would be very good with children, and with his own very hands on.

M= Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

he likes to sleep in when he’s home, on occasion he will get up early if he knows he has to be at a certain place at a certain time but he likes sleeping until he naturally wakes up.

N= Night (How are nights spent with them?)

he does really like going on dates and he loves planning dates for his significant other so most nights if they are up to it, he would like to take them out on the town but if they do not prefer dates/nights spent out and doing things he is completely okay with just laying at home and having a date night at home. he likes getting a bunch of comfy blankets and putting on a movie and cuddling.

O= Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) 

again in my silly little maladaptive daydreams, it would be a friends to lovers type of situation where you would know already most of this information, but if we’re not going off of that, and it’s just the situation of him meeting someone and taking interest I feel like before he made any real commitment of starting a relationship that with him he would want to tell them especially about his job before asking them to be official.

but with personal interests, likes dislikes things of that nature I think he would tell you as your relationship progressed it would not be all at once, but it would come up in conversation.

P=Patience (How easily angered are they?)

with his significant other i don’t think he would get angry very often, he has a lot of patience. But if a situation/argument got heated enough, he would not take any drastic measures. He would just simply try to talk out the situation without yelling or raising voices, but again if it got too elevated, he would go outside and smoke or take a walk to cool off before coming back.

Q= Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) 

he would remember everything! even if you mentioned briefly that you liked something he would keep it stored away in his mind, so if he’s out and he sees that or something pertaining to that interest, he would get it for you.

R= Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

probably when you both confessed to liking each other. he has such anxiety of guessing if you actually liked him back. so when it call came out he was so relieved and happy his feelings were reciprocated .

S= Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) 

this would go for any of the tf141 men but extremely!! when you’re out with him he is constantly watching you and the area just to make sure nothing suspicious is going on. if he loses you in a crowd for a second it sends him into like a panicked overdrive that doesnt stop until he finds you and can make sure you’re okay. he also teaches you self defense.

T= Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) 

he puts in so much effort!! he understands that it is not easy to be in a relationship with someone that can be gone months at a time, and the constant worry that something has happened to him. so when he is home he always like to plan date nights and just wants to make you feel special. he always remembers the the type of things you like so you’d never get a gift that’s just super random and you have no interest or need in.

U= Ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?) 

Smoking, it started when he was a teenager just as kinda like an act of rebellion but whenever he finds himself stressed out (which is probably a lot) he will go outside and smoke

V= Vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

He is a pretty boy ™ and is very aware of that. I hc that when he is home he has a whole skin care routine that he likes to do before he goes to bed, and when he takes his partner out on a date he likes to dress up and look good for them.

W= Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He would be independent without you obviously BUT constantly thinking about you and searching for you in every room. So to a certain extent he would feel kinda incomplete but also ya know he has his own independence and would want you to have that as well.

X= Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) 

He hates coffee. He’s tried the super sugary drinks to just plain black coffee, he hates them all. He never voices this opinion though, so whenever someone offers him some coffee and he doesn’t want to be perceived as rude so he takes it and is like 🙂 the whole time.

Y= Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

In general someone that has questionable morals like in this scene with Graves. Also ya know I don’t think he would like someone how is just rude to people for no reason or have bad hygiene. I mean also obviously someone that is racist, sexist, bigoted, etc.

Z= Zzz (What are their sleep habits?)

Not a morning person, when he’s home he usually will sleep in just because ya know when he’s at work he doesn’t get the chance to do anything like that. Also like i mentioned in my first hc post for him he would have the most comfiest bed, like the softest comforters and a lot of pillows but would kick most of it off the bed since he runs hot, but wouldn’t dare stop cuddling you.

[fadedpiink]

i want you around.

zoro x male!reader part two

synopsis: [requested] zoro keeping an eye on renee

contains: zoro x m!reader, one piece, enemies to lovers, slight fluff (?) comfort, reader has a name for the request, straw hats teasing zoro

author's note; part 3, the ending will be in scenario form!

zoro had always been the type to stick to his own space, mind his own business — unless swords were involved. but ever since that one close call during a battle a few weeks ago, the way he acted around renee had shifted.

he wasn’t hovering, exactly. zoro wasn’t the hovering type. but he was always there. always.

renee would find him nearby during supply runs, leaned against some alley wall, arms crossed and pretending to nap. but his eye was open. watching. waiting. ready.

and the crew picked up on it fast.

“look at that,” sanji muttered one afternoon, stirring a pot lazily as he glanced out the galley window. “guard dog’s back on patrol.”

usopp snorted, leaning on the counter with a grin. “more like a lost puppy following his favorite human.”

“he’s not even trying to be subtle,” nami added, swirling the ice in her glass. “that’s the sad part.”

luffy, from his spot on the floor, let out a lazy laugh. “zoro's got it bad, huh?”

and as if on cue, renee strolled back from the deck’s edge, and zoro, without missing a beat, pushed off the railing and casually fell into step beside him. like it was the most natural thing in the world.

the teasing only got worse from there. sanji, of course, never missed a chance.

“so, mosshead,” he grinned one evening, flicking the ash off his cigarette as the crew circled around for dinner, “are you gonna ask renee to wear a bell, or are you just planning to glue yourself to his side full-time?”

zoro’s fork paused mid-air. he didn’t even bother glancing sanji’s way, but the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth — and the pink slowly creeping up his ears — said plenty.

frankly, the whole ship had seen it coming before renee did. zoro wasn’t just watching his back anymore.

it was different.

it all came to a head on a quiet night, long after the others had turned in. the moon was high, the ship rocked easy, and renee sat alone at the bow, staring out at the endless dark water.

or, well, he thought he was alone.

the sound of slow, steady footsteps joined him, and he didn’t even have to turn to know who it was.

zoro settled beside him, arms draped over his knees, swords resting at his side. the night was still, the silence easy.

“you’re out here late,” renee mumbled.

“so are you.”

a soft breeze rolled past, tugging at renee’s hair, and for a while neither of them spoke. until zoro did. voice low. almost hesitant.

“you’ve been gettin’ careless lately.”

renee blinked, caught off guard. “...huh?”

“on the last island,” zoro went on, eyes fixed on the horizon. “you weren’t watchin’ your surroundings. you don’t usually slip like that.”

it wasn’t scolding. not really. just quiet, honest observation. the kind that carried weight.

“i can handle myself,” renee muttered, a little defensive.

“i know.” zoro’s voice didn’t change. “still want you to be careful.”

there it was — simple. bare. honest.

no grand speech. no dramatics. just that. i want you to be careful.

because zoro never asked that of anyone. not unless he meant it.

renee’s throat went dry, heart stuttering a little too fast against his ribs.

“why?” he asked, voice soft. barely there.

zoro finally looked at him, eye sharp but softer around the edges.

“‘cause i want you around. that’s all.”

the words sat heavy between them, warm and steady, the kind of truth you couldn’t unhear.

renee swallowed, lips parting slightly, unsure what to say — but zoro shifted closer, fingers brushing against his in a quiet, wordless gesture that said everything.

“you don’t have to say anything,” zoro added, voice low, steady. “just... don’t make me worry like that again.”

renee squeezed his hand, cheeks warm in the moonlight.

“i won’t.”

zoro let out a quiet breath, the tension slipping from his shoulders as he leaned forward, forehead resting lightly against renee’s.

“good.”

it wasn’t a question, wasn’t a maybe, wasn’t some passing moment. it was the start of something settled.

from that night on, it wasn’t just unspoken anymore. the crew didn’t even have to tease — the way zoro sat a little closer at dinner, the way his hand brushed renee’s when they passed, the way he stood just a little too close whenever they docked — said it all.

they weren’t just something unsaid anymore. not after that night.

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Larry Johnson~ shh my mom will hear ya

warnings! Sweet slow burn smut <3

word count: 1,679

The air in Larry’s room is thick, not just with the scent of burning weed but with something else. Something heavier. The low hum of an old rock record spins on the turntable, the warm crackle filling the silence between them. You lean back against the bed, head tilted up toward the ceiling, a lazy smile tugging at your lips as you pass the joint back to Larry.

"You ever think about, like, parallel universes?" Larry muses, taking a slow drag, his eyes lingering on you for just a second too long before flicking away.

You exhale a breathy laugh. "Dude, what?"

Larry shrugs, tapping ash into an overflowing tray. "Like—what if there’s another version of us somewhere, sitting here, having the same conversation, but maybe... I don’t know. Everything’s just a little different."

You watch the way his fingers fidget with the joint, rolling it between calloused fingertips. You don’t answer right away, just reach out, plucking it from his grasp, Your fingers brushing his for a fleeting second. A second that stretches too long, or maybe it’s just the high playing tricks on you. Either way, neither of you move.

Larry swallows, throat dry. "Or maybe in some universe, I actually have the guts to—"

A sharp knock on the door shatters the moment. They both jump, you suddenly coughing out a laugh while Larry mutters a curse, waving his hand to clear the smoke. But even as the moment slips away, something thick and unspoken lingers in the air between you two.

The door creaks open before he can say anything else, and Lisa steps inside, arms crossed, eyes narrowing as the haze of smoke meets her. "Jesus, Larry. You could at least crack a window."

"I was about to," Larry grumbles, moving to do exactly that. "Did you need something, Mom?"

Lisa sighs, rubbing her temple. "Just wanted to check if you two were hungry. And to remind you, if the neighbors complain again, I'm not covering for you."

You try to suppress a laugh, but Lisa catches it, giving us a knowing look before shaking her head. "Just be smart, okay?"

She lingers for a second, her gaze softening before she steps back out, closing the door behind her. The room falls silent again, the only sound the crackling of the record and the distant hum of the outside world. Larry exhales slowly, glancing at you, the tension from before creeping back in, unspoken and heavy between you both.

"You know what, I really like your mom," you say, pausing for a second before continuing I think she's really sweet. She looks after you and looks at me like a daughter." You let out a small huffed laugh

"Oh yea she loveesss you" Larry lets out a laugh pushing your shoulder just enough to make you tip over and do a dramatic fake death "blehh you've killed me" you and Larry giggle at the stupid joke as it starts to fall silent Larrys thoughts get the best of him as he suddenly blurts out loud enough for you to hear "you look so good in those shorts"

He says looking down at your body sprawled out onto the bed as you open your eyes from playing fake dead just to meet his brown eyes you both just stare for what feels like forever the air feels heavy as you lay there in your shorts and two sizes to big tee on his bed legs slightly parted hair covering a pillow that smelled of weed and strawberry hair wash

"You think?" you say looking up at him still in the same position Larry feeling bold replies with something you thought you'd never hear from your best friend of almost four years now 'i know so I've always thought you were the most pretty girl I've ever seen a real rock star"

The comment makes you feel something for him that you've felt once before like the night of your junior prom when he wrapped his arms aound your lower back pulling you into him and he watched your face when you wrapped your arms around his neck the moment feeling warm and filled with the type of love two friends don't share when sal and ashley both dared you two to slow dance promising if you for a whole song you could all ditch and go to some small town diner on them and it was one of the best nights of your life

"you know.. i remember the night I first noticed you liked me back" you say admitting you like him feeling bold yourself he looked at you with low eyes in awe wondering to himself if he was just fried out of his mind but he knew he it wasn't his mind just playing tricks on him when you sat up to scooch close and sit crisis cross right in front of him you looked at him waiting for a single word just one..

"can I kiss you?" were the next words out of his mouth you looked at him with admeration and nodded he leaned a bit closer to your face and grabbed your jaw with one hand and brought you in closing the gap between your faces bringing your lips and his lips together you kissed him like you'd wanted to the night you two had that dance

he was the person you knew you wanted sharing stories like little kids giggling at stupid things it all felt so right as you climbed on top of him, deepening the kiss as yous it in his lp you two kissing with a burning passion you've felt flickers and sparks of but never persued ue to fear you now have pushed away in the back of your head

He pulls you into him, and you turn to putty in his hands. he breaks the kiss, allowing the both of you to take the deep breath of air you both know you needed you look at him with love and lust as he does to you "can I take this off of you?" he asks sweetly you nod and he starts to take your shirt off tossing it somewhere in his room

he then takes off his own shirt and does the same with it he goes back in with his soft lips hitting your a you both continue to make out he lays you on your back slowly and starts to kiss down your neck he keeps going down to the valley of your breasts casuging you to let out a soft gasp of surprise and pleasure he keeps getting lower and lower until he's at your belly button he looks up and you give a nod of aprovle

he slowly slides your shorts off along with your cute black panties he makes a mental note of he throws then on the floor by the bed and dives right in between your folds licking and slurping like a man gone starved he sucks at you clit keeping your legs open by holding both of your thoughts open for himself you let out soft moans back arched and hands flying into his long hair gripping onto it saying his name like its a blessing from cyber gods

He lets go of one thigh just to slowly add one finger into you, making a gasp slip from your pretty, parted lips, throwing your head to the side then its two he pumps two fingers into you at a slow pace eating you up like his favorite meal just as you feel yourself about to break he stops and sit up on his knees undoing his belt you watch feeling sad from the sudden stop but you trust him and what he's doing

You continue to watch as he pulls down his jeans and then boxers, taking them entirely off and tossing them away. you look in shock as you see he's packing a good nine inches. "Is it gonna fit?" you ask, genuinely concerned "We'll make it," he says with a tone of lust mixed with the pure want to pleasure you and only you

He then gets on top of you and lines himself up with your entrance. he looks you in the eyes "If at any point it hurts or you don't want to do this anymore, tell me baby girl I don't want to ever hurt you."

he says in a soft tone you give a small nod he then pushes himself into your pussy inch by inch making a moan rip from your throat he bring a hand up to your mouth "shh my mom might hear ya" he says in a low tone you nod fast and he brings that same hand to brush the hairs out of your face watching your every expression admiring your beautiful face he continues to thrust into you at a medium pace hitting that sweet spot your fingers could never reach like he could

he lowers his head to give you a redish purple mark on your neck right next to the chain of the T.V girl necklace he bought you for your 18th birthday a month ago you can feel yourself about to reach your peak and he can feel it to he keeps the same pace right before you let out a moan of his name he feels himself come undone at the same time as you leaving you both panting once he can catch his breath he aks "hope its not to late but id wanna make you my girl if that's what you'd like" you look at him eyes full of love "yea nu duh of course I would" he smiles and gives you a last kiss before getting up to grab a towel to clean the both of you up he calls from the other side of his room "you need anything else little rock star"

You say no loud enough for him to hear you lay in his bed and smile at the stupid but cute nickname

lowkey sorry if this is bad im lacking sleep rn BUT Y/N def bagged her lil shi 😽😜😭

[cheeeeseburger]

Sweet like tiramisu, bitter like coffee Part 1

Part 2 Part 3

Lance Stroll x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: I don't know how I feel about this one, but I wrote it in honour of the Canadian GP! English is not my first language, apologies for the mistakes!

“Lance, I think you should call security. Look who’s here!” Your older brother pointed at you, acting like you were some kind of crazy fan who sneaked in.

You glanced at your brother “They really let you in? Even with your ugly face? It’s going to be bad for their PR, I tell you.” He only sticked his tongue out to you in response.

“Hey, kid,” Lance simply said.

You grinned at Lance, and when he smiled back, it was like you were fourteen again, trying to impress him when skiing at the Mont Tremblant, sneaking glances at him. Gosh, he still had that boyish look that used to make you stutter in front of him.

“Salut, Lance. It’s been a while” you said. He pulled you closed to give you a kiss on each cheek. He smelled like that one hoodie of his that he gave you years ago when you were cold at La Ronde. Embarrassingly, you still wear it sometimes, probably more than you should.

“I know, you’ve changed, kid. You used to be so small. I guess you grew up, huh?”

To prove his point, you gave him a little spin, with your sundress flowing around your thighs. Lance looked at you up and down, noticing that you had grew in all the right places. He flushed a little.

“I guess I did,” you answered, looking right into his eyes. For once, it was him who seemed more affected by your interaction. Your cheeks were only coloured a light pink, a clear amelioration from the tomato look you used to rock whenever you talked to Lance.

Your brother put a stop to the moment you two shared. “Alright, quit showing off. She is still the same as before, only without the braces. Don’t be fooled, Lance, she is still an airhead.” You smacked him on the arm.  “An airhead with a uni degree, dumbass. You’re a college dropout.”

That was a low blow, but still, your brother deserved it. You got a middle finger in response. Lance chuckled, seeing that you hadn’t changed completely.

“You’re still as quick as you were before, kid,” he said, laughing. “What’s your degree in? Engineering, right?”

“Yeah, I just graduated in mechanical engineering. But I’m starting my master in the fall, at McGill.”

He looked impressed at your degree and at the famous Montreal school you attended. “Damn kid, you’re not the type to take it easy, huh? Unlike your lazy ass brother over there.” He lightly punched him on his arm. Your brother pretended to be offended. “Come on guys, do I really deserve all this verbal abuse?”

He saw you laugh, and decided he could not let that slide. “You, shut up, or I’ll tell Lance you had his picture in your locker in high school.”

You gasped. Oh no he didn’t.

Lance laughed, blushing a little. “That’s cute. What about college? Do you have a picture of me at McGill?” He looked way too smug.

This was bad. Very bad. Still, was he just flirting with you?

At the same time, his father entered the paddock. You jumped at the opportunity to change the subject.

“Lawrence, mon Stroll préféré!” You smiled at him. The older man opened his arm to give you a hug.

“Mon sucre d’orge, how are you?” He always had the best hug, making you feel safe and loved.

Lawrence Stroll was like an uncle to you, a father even. Your family and the Stroll family were very close, and you grew up side by side with the Stroll children, even though you were a few years younger than them. You went skiing together during the winter break. You went on vacations together. Your summers were filled with meals at each other house, and you ended up begging to sleepover every single time. To this day, the smell of chlorine always takes you back to endless afternoons spent playing in the pool at the Stroll house.

“I’m doing great, I’m happy to be here!” you replied. You had seen the man only a few weeks earlier, at your graduation dinner, so there wasn’t much catching up to do.

Lawrence exclaimed: “Mon sucre d’orge, you should be at every races! After you finish your master, you should work for us!”

You beamed at the man: “I would like that very much.” It’s true, you would love it. And you had the degree for it.

“So would I. And I wouldn’t be the only one,” he added in a whisper, gesturing towards Lance.

You turned a deep shade of red. Typical you. Lawrence always knew you had a thing for his son. Luckily, Lance did not look like he had heard what his father just said. If he did, you’d have to leave Montreal to live in a country where there are no races.

You brother shook hands with Lawrence, talking for a while. You listened with one ear, too busy sneaking glances at Lance. He was doing the same thing, admiring the silhouette that your dress gave you, the way your hair was framing your face, your slightly parted lips. He surprised himself and started daydreaming about how it would feel to push you against the wall, lifting one of your legs while he stunned you with kisses all over your face.

Lance was pulled out of his fantasy when your brother said it was time to go.

“Bonne chance, Lance,” you wished him good luck shyly, then followed your brother out of the paddock. Oh, your massive crush was so back.

He watched you leave, mesmerized by you, your presence, the way you carry yourself. You were no longer an awkward teen, but a beautiful young woman.

“Poor girl. You know she had a crush on you for years, right? Good on her for moving on.” Lawrence said to his son, sighing. “She really has a heart of gold, and she’s way too bright for her own good. The man who will have her heart will be a lucky man. A very lucky man indeed.”

Later during the day, you received a message from Lance. This was unusual. The last time he had texted you was to wish you a happy birthday three months ago.

Hey kid, it’s me.

You replied quickly, not wanting to bother with pretending to be too busy to answer. When it came to Lance, you were too weak to play hard to get. Also, this afternoon was the first time he had shown signs that he did not see you as your brother's sister, but as a pretty girl. You would be a fool not to jump at the opportunity, if the opportunity came.

Hi, what’s up?

Have you eaten yet?

Yeah, why?

Let me bring you some desert.

What???

Text me your address. Nvm I got it.

Lance, what’s going on?

He didn’t answer after that. Realizing that he was probably on his way, you started tidying up your appartement. It was pretty neat already though, so you mostly did it to distract you. From the corner of your eye, you saw his hoodie and quickly threw it in your wardrobe. If he did come to your place, this was the kind of things that he should not see, like your F1 calendar from last year that was still hung up to the month of January, because he was the picture of the month. But why the hell would Lance show up at your door?

A knock on the door made you jump. You opened it to find Lance on your doorstep, carrying a bag.

“Hey, I brought you a sweet treat”, he announced, letting himself in. You were too shocked to speak. Chat, is this real? He noticed your appearance. You were wearing a silk nightgown. “Are you ready for bed already?” he asked, confused.

Finally, he seemed real enough for you to gain back the ability to speak.

“Uhhh, yeah?”

“What are you, 90? It’s not even 9 yet!”

“So what? I like to be comfortable,” you responded, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

He stared at you and your short nightgown, letting his gaze linger on the sight that was the strap sliding of your left shoulder. He wanted to leave a kiss on that exact spot.

“No, no, you’re good, I just expected you to be ready to go out or something,” he said laughing, while walking in your apartment. “You got a nice place.”

“Thanks,” you replied. “Why did you expect me to go out?” You followed him around in your apartment. It was weird to see him there, but he looked so good in his Boss hoodie that you let it slide for now.

“Gee, uh, I don’t know, maybe because it’s a Thursday night and you’re young and in Montreal?” he answered like you had asked the dumbest question. He finally settled in your kitchen, leaving the box he was carrying on the counter. “Where are your plates?”

“Over here,” you opened the cabinet door at the same time he made a move to grab the doorknob, leaving him towering over you. The last time the two of you had been so close was before puberty. Internally, you were screaming. He grabbed two plates.

“What did you bring? And what are you doing here?” you asked, trying to hide the affect that his proximity had on you. “And I do go out, sometimes.”

“Having dinner with my dad and your parents doesn’t count. I bought you your favourite tiramisu, from that Italian restaurant you always dragged us to when we were kids.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Don’t worry, I do go out to shake my ass.” He raised an eyebrow at that, his eyes widening a little. You hoped he was imagining you in a tight dress, dancing in the club. You got out two spoons and a knife out of your cutlery drawer. “Thanks for the sweet treat, but why though?”

Lance opened the box to reveal a gorgeous tiramisu. He was right, this dessert really was your favourite, specifically the recipe they used at this restaurant. You both sat on the stools hidden underneath your countertop. “Can’t a guy do something nice?” he said sarcastically.

You looked at him, crossing your arms over your chest. “Lance, come on, be for real. We haven’t seen each other in years, then you show up unannounced at my place.” You cut the dessert and placed it on your respective plates.

He put his hand in the air: “What! I have no bad intentions, I swear. I just thought you could use some sugar.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. Against your wish, you let out a small moan as you took your first bite out of the tiramisu. It really was that good. You turned beet red and surprisingly, so did he. Cute.

“Lance, you know I used to have a crush on you, right? But that was years ago, so if you expect me to fall at your feet and sleep with you, you’re in the wrong place, buddy.” This was a lie. He could have you anywhere he wanted, and you would say thank you.

His eyes shuttered a little when he took his first bite. “I’m flattered that you used to have a crush on me, but also a little insulted. How come you don’t have one right now? And is your opinion of me so low that you believe I could really use you like that?” He really did look insulted.

You took another bite of the tiramisu, this time fulling embracing the moan coming out of your mouth. He looked positively flushed now.

“Lance, I saw the way you looked at me earlier. It was like you finally realized I was a grown woman now.”

He took a bite, and he let his head fall back a little. So two can play this game. You were feeling hot all over. It was like a tennis match between the two of you, a duel. All of this over a sweet treat.

“It’s true that you made quite the impression on me earlier. It must be the lack of braces,” he said sarcastically.

You made a show of licking your spoon when you finished your portion. He looked jealous of the spoon.The ball is in your court, sir.

“Oh really? It wasn’t my curves that my dress showed off nicely, or how long my legs looked with those heels? It’s weird, every other guy there seemed to notice my body. I even got the number of an engineer. I think I’m going to go out with him, I might even sleep with him, all that good stuff.” The look on his face was priceless.

It seems you had won this round. He didn’t touch his tiramisu, only bit his bottom lip. He was blushing hard but wanted to maintain his poker face.

“None of these things crossed my mind,” he answered, though it was a very obviously fake answer. He seemed to be having trouble breathing. It was very good for your ego. If your seventeen years old self could see you right now, she’d be proud.

You hit him with quite the shot when you picked up some tiramisu with your spoon off his plate. The simple gesture had quite the effect on him. His gaze followed your spoon from his plate to your mouth. In your face, sir.

“That’s too bad. I wanted you to notice them,” you said innocently.

He did not take this shot well, and immediately went into attack mode. He pulled your stool closer to his and started massaging your calf. He was not playing anymore.

“Don’t worry, kid, I can see them very clearly now.” He stared at you and the generous cleavage your nightdress gave you. The innuendo in his eyes was very clear. You could cut the tension in the room with the same knife you had cut the dessert with.

You moaned softly. This time, it had nothing to do with the tiramisu, and everything to do with the way his hand was slowly getting higher and higher on your leg. Yeah, it was over. He definitely won the match.

You looked at his eyes, which were now a nice shade of bedroom eyes. You felt all the hesitation you had leave your body, and so did your judgement.

“Lance. I really want to have sex with you right now.” How embarrassing to say this out loud. But it wasn't your fault, really. His face and the tiramisu were a deadly combo.

He smirked at your admission. “I thought you said I shouldn’t expect to sleep with you earlier.”

You responded quickly. “Screw what I said. Wait, no, screw me instead,” you leaned from your stool to pull his hoodie off.

He let you take it off, but he was wearing a shirt underneath. He smirked. “In a hurry?”

“Yeah, and for a guy that drives fast for a living, you’re slow as hell.” He laughed at that, and you took off his shirt too. It was sight to be seen. Niagara Falls is nothing compared to Lance Stroll shirtless. He should be on Canadian postcards instead of Lake Louise.

“Don’t worry kid, I can go fast if need be.” You were getting very turned on, and he had not even made a move yet. “So that means you’ll sleep with me?” You leaned to give him kisses all over his neck. 10 years of wanting him made you desperate like that. He shivered at your touch, and he felt your smile against his neck. How flattering to get a reaction out of him. He gently lifted you off your stool and picked up you like a doll so you could sit on his lap. You immediately resumed your activity and went back to kiss his neck, occasionally leaving a mark.

“You seem to want it so bad, and I wouldn’t want to disappoint you. Our friendship means the world to me,” he said, teasing you.

“Uh uh. Can we add “with benefits” to the title of our friendship? Because I really want to get to the benefits right now.” You said in between hickeys. He was holding your waist to keep you close. How you both fitted on that tiny little stool, you had no idea, but this stool was now considered blessed in your mind.

“Since you asked so nicely. Your brother told me you had a boyfriend though.” His grip on you tightened.

“He’s not my boyfriend, and I don’t care about him. He’s probably in a bar somewhere, talking to other women, which is fine, since we are not together.” It was his turn to give you attention. He made a trail of kisses all over your neck and jaw, stopping near the corner of your mouth.

“That’s good. Do you have sex with him sometimes?” he asked possessively, which was very unlike him. Lance had never shown an interest in you, and he now wanted to know who you were sleeping with.

“Yeah.” It’s hard to form complete sentences when your crush of the last 10 years is busy leaving marks all over your neck.

“Is he any good to you?” He stopped to look you in the eyes, but kept you distracted by playing with the strap of your nightdress.

“I guess. But I hope you will change my opinion of what is good sex and what is bad sex.” You put your hands behind his neck and started kissing him. It quickly turned into a make out session. He tasted like tiramisu. This was an Oscar worthy kiss. A painting should be made to commemorate the moment. A page in history books should be dedicated to it. Still kissing you, Lance stood up and lifted you with him.

“Where’s your bedroom?” You must have done something good recently. You felt like one of God’s favourites.

You did not sound like yourself when you answered, “The next door to your right.” It was a very surreal moment. He opened the door and gently put you down on your bed. He was standing up, shirtless, and it looked a lot like the teenage fantasy of him you had for years.

Your hair was spread all over the pillow, and your nightdress had ridden up. Playboy magazine would have loved you back in the days. “You’re gorgeous. You look like an angel,” Lance said. “How come I’ve never noticed it before?”

You blushed. “You were too busy thinking of me as a sister.” Your propped yourself on your elbows to get a better look at him. The sight took your breath away. “Don’t move, I’m taking a mental picture of you. You look so fucking hot right now.”

It was his turn to blush. “Thanks.” He pulled you by your ankles so you could sit on the edge of the bed. He then got on his knees, and ladies and gents, that nearly did it for you. You felt very, very hot. His hand slid under your nightdress so he could take of your underwear. It was hard to remember to breathe.

“Gosh, are we in porn movie or something? No guy has ever gotten on his knees for me before, but they sure as hell expect me to.” You said, laughing in embarrassment at your lack of experience.

“Boys are stupid.” All of Montreal probably heard you when he first touched you with his tongue. It was too much: his touch, the sight of him between your thighs, the grunts he made, you had to grip the sheets to stay still. By the noises he made, he seemed to enjoy himself too.

It took an embarrassing short amount of time for you to shake and scream in pleasure. No guy had ever made you come so quickly, and it had never felt as good. Sadly, it would probably never feel so good ever again. He got out from your nightdress and smirked when he saw you panting.

“You’re the one out of breath, huh?” He licked his lips, and you nearly came again.

“Shut up” was all you had to say. Lance laughed: “Real mature.” He once again took you by the ankles, this time to push you back to the center of the bed. He got on top of you.

“Is this the part where you get inside of me?” He smiled. “You’re so eager. It’s cute. The Aston Martin cap you have is cute too,” he said, referencing the baseball cap on your dresser.

“It’s for Alonso,” you replied, blushing. Lance smirked and whispered in your ear “Yeah, right.” He started kissing your jawline. The whole block probably heard you moaning. Having him on top of you felt so good. Your nails were probably hurting him from how hard you were gripping his back, but he didn’t complain. “Too bad it’s not him in your bed right now.” You shut him up with a kiss.

“Please, Lance, you have to get in me,” you whined. You unzipped his pants and palmed him. “Please, please, please.” He was making pained noises too, and he got out a condom from his pocket. So he had come to your place expecting to get laid. You decided to put the thought aside for now.

You stopped thinking anyway the second he got inside of you. The feeling was nearly overwhelming, and every time he moved, you couldn’t help but moan.

“Lance, goddam, why didn’t we do this earlier?” you asked between screams. He seemed pleased. You arched your back and it was his turn to let out grunts. “Well, we’re doing it now,” he sounded in pain.

“You’re going to ruin me for every other guy”, you complained. Not long after, Montreal heard you scream his name as you came undone for the second time that evening. He copied you a short while later. Both of you were panting, too stunned by what just happened. It was definitely the best sex of your life, but you were too shy to ask him if it was any good. You hoped it was.

You were just about to ask him if he wanted to spend the night when he suddenly got up.

“What are you doing?” you asked, confused. He pulled his pants back up and zipped them. “I gotta go. Don’t tell anyone we did this.” You pulled yourself to sit against your headboard. You wanted to cry. “Are you serious?”

All he said was: “Yeah, I am. I’ll see you around.” And he left, leaving you speechless in the bed where he just had you. When you heard the door close on his way out, you broke down in tears. How could he be so cruel? He had just used you, ruining years of friendship for this. You felt hurt and humiliated.

After a few minutes of crying hysterically, you suddenly could not stand having his smell on your sheets. It was nearly midnight, but you started ripping them off your bed, and you threw them in the washing machine. There were signs of his passage everywhere in your apartment, and it hurt too bad. You started cleaning manically, from scrubbing the floor to washing your entire silverware. After, it was you who needed to be rid of him. His touch lingered on your skin. You scrubbed your skin until it turned red and shampooed your hair about 5 times. As expected, you broke down crying in the shower. Lance was your friend; he had been since you were kids. Did none of that matter? Were you just a quick fuck to him? A one-night stand that did not even last a night?

You didn’t recognize him. He was such a kind soul. How could you ever face him again? And the fact that he asked you to not tell anyone? The worst thing is, you knew you would never tell anyone, because the humiliation would be too bad.

Eventually, you passed out in exhaustion on the couch. You had to attend the whole weekend, otherwise it would be suspicious, since people expected you to be there. You put on your best dresses, your brave face and you showed up Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. You talked with Lawrence, hanged out with your brother and some friends, you even made small talk with some of the drivers. Your heart hurt like a bitch the whole time, but at least you managed to avoid Lance. That engineer who gave you his number came to see you again, and you made plans for later in the week. Any distraction was welcome.

By the late afternoon on Sunday, you had had enough. You felt tired, heartsick and exhausted after a weekend of fake smiling. Leaving was the only thing you wanted to do. Perhaps you should book a vacation, give your heart a break. Or at least get extremely drunk with your friends. Maybe do both.

You were hiding in a corner, waiting for your brother when a shadow appeared. It was Lance, of course, towering over you. Immediately, your heart started beating fast. Stupid heart. His hair was all ruffled and he was sweating lightly. He had the same look when he was on his knees for you.

“Hey, kid,” he sounded so casual, like nothing had happened between the two of you, like he didn’t have half of your heart.

“Allô. Good job on the race today.” You hoped your voice was not trembling. You did not even attempt to look at him in the eyes, afraid of revealing your pain. The guy you had liked for years made you feel wanted then crushed you in a matter of hours. Of course, that didn’t seem to matter to him.

He put his hand under your chin to force you to look at him, then caressed your cheek with his thumb. “Thanks. Listen, I hope you did not expect anything more than what we did last night. I’m leaving Montreal soon anyway.” Tears started to sting your eyes, but you tried your best to hide them, but Lance was not a fool.

“Not at all. This was just a one-time thing.” You smiled, but tears were running down your cheeks. He wiped them away with his thumb.

“You’re cute when you lie. I’ll see you around.” Lance kissed your cheek, then left you in shock, hiding in the corner. His gaze did not betray any sign of regrets. Your heart was shattered in million tiny pieces that he could crush between two fingers. It was cut into bite-size pieces that he could eat, like that damn tiramisu.

That night, you went home and tried to drown any thoughts of him with ice cream and sad music. It did not work.

A few glasses of wine in, your phone buzzed. It was the man of the hour.

I’ll be at your place in 10.

Against your better judgement, you opened the door to him in your cutest nightdress with mascara tears running down your face. He didn’t bother with tiramisu this time. Nor did he the next time. And the next time.

To be used by him was better than not having him at all.

[reijisteacup]

Hear me out how would the sakamaki brothers react to shu's (obsessive) affection towards kianna

Example:

Ouuu pretty!!! Okie dokie I got sumn <3

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Shu Sakamaki:

If one of them actually touches Kianna—especially without permission? Shu would show a side none of them expect. Quiet rage. Cold fury. A dangerous, commanding tone that stops everyone cold. And the scary part? They believe him. Because when Shu wants something, and actually decides to act—nothing stops him.

“Touch her again… and I’ll make sure you regret it.”

He’s not the hearts-and-flowers type, so his obsession would be quiet, possessive, smothering in a low-energy way. He doesn’t want anyone else to even look at her. She can’t walk past him without being pulled into his lap. He’s always draped on her like a weighted blanket—napping on her chest, holding her wrist, watching her breathe like it's the only thing worth waking up for. Gets irrationally annoyed if she spends too much time with his brothers.

And God help them if one of them tries to touch her.

Reiji Sakamaki:

Reiji is infuriated by Shu’s sudden emotional investment. He always viewed Shu as a lazy disgrace—so seeing him become possessive, needy, and distracted makes Reiji grind his teeth. He’d start seeing Kianna as a weakness—not hers, but Shu’s.

“He’s acting like a fool. If she’s clouding his judgment, then she’s dangerous.”

Laito Sakamaki:

Laito would be amused at first. He thinks it’s a phase, a fluke, and he lives for emotional manipulation. But once he realizes Shu isn’t joking—and that he’s keeping Kianna all to himself? Oh, it becomes a game. He’d flirt with Kianna constantly, toeing the line just to watch Shu seethe. It’s rare for Laito to see his big brother crack—and he’ll push every single button until he breaks him or Kianna gives in.

“Fufu~ Shu-nii’s suddenly possessive? How… interesting~”

Kanato Sakamaki:

Kanato would spiral fast. He doesn’t understand healthy affection, and anything that isn’t centered around him or Teddy is suspicious. He might stalk Kianna, destroy things she touches, or sneak into her room to steal little pieces of her life just to feel close. He’d cry to her, scream, maybe even threaten Shu just to get her to look at him.

“You’ll regret making me feel this way… both of you.”

Ayato Sakamaki:

Ayato would be furious and jealous. Not necessarily because he wants Kianna for himself (though he might if she’s cute and defiant), but because Shu is suddenly motivated—and over a girl, no less.

“Tch. Ore-sama’s supposed to be the best, not you! What did you do to him?!”

Subaru Sakamaki:

Subaru’s reaction would be a mix of confusion and concern. He’s not great with emotions, but even he can tell something’s not right. Shu doesn’t do obsession—so if he’s clingy and weirdly intense about Kianna, Subaru gets tense. He’d lowkey try to protect Kianna, not because he’s in love with her (though if she’s kind, maybe…), but because he doesn’t like the darkness he sees in Shu’s eyes. He knows what obsession can lead to.

“If you hurt her… I won’t sit back and watch.”

[grassyhorizon45]

Help. - Pt3

part 1 || part 2 || part 3

if you've made it so far thank you IVE FINALLY FINISHED IT YESSS and dw i've got a new fic drafted just lazy to type it out um-

Marauders × DiD!Reader finally accepting "help".

Warning: messy i think, srry

Words: 1046

Y/n woke up to James cuddling her, Remus hugging from behind, and Sirius who was in dog-form lying comfortably on top of all of them.

The sight made her lips curl into a smile.

James stirred from his sleep first, giving himself a good stretch. “Morning…”

At once the cuddle pile collapsed, doggy Sirius falling off with a ‘thud’. He groaned loudly from the fall, ultimately waking Remus too.

“That’s one way to wake up…” Sirius was back as a human, climbing into his own bed to continue his slumber.

Y/n giggled, “Morning!”

“Someone’s in a good mood,” said Remus, burying himself deeper into the reversed cuddle.

“Who?”

“You,” James chuckled, getting out of bed. He gave Y/n an affectionate pat on the head, “I’m going to fly some laps in the pitch. Anyone wanna come with?”

Remus shook his head, “I’ll stay with Sirius.”

If there was one thing they all knew about Sirius, it would be how he hated being left alone. But since Remus volunteered to stay……

“I’ll come,” Y/n said merrily, dragging herself out of bed.

“Have fun.”

~

Y/n and James walked out to the pitch, brooms in hand.

“Don’t wait for me, yeah? I don’t think I might be able to keep up…”

James chuckled, “If you insist.”

The breeze that whipped her hair and the adrenaline from unspokenly racing James while trying not to throw herself off her broom at turns was enough for Y/n to question why she didn’t play quidditch in the first place. Hold on—

Since when did she even like flying?

Hmm… A phase maybe.

“Whew. We should do that more often. You’re damn fast, love.”

She flushed red, catching her breath. “I didn’t know I could fly that fast either.”

“You can do more than you give yourself credit to…” James grinned proudly, “Let’s work on boosting that self confidence of yours a little, yeah?”

Y/n nodded, smiling.

~

“Back already?”

“Who knew racing 50 laps with our bunny would speed things up,” James beamed. “Where’s Pads?”

“Fifty laps??” Y/n thought they did only ten– twenty even at max…

“Sirius is showering,” Remus put down his book and passed the sweaty pair a bottle of water each.

“Thanks Moons.”

Y/n sat at the desk and James on the floor, both waiting for their turn to shower.

Fifty. Whole. Laps.

Really? Maybe that’s why her body felt post-workout kind of numb…

But I don’t remember doing fifty laps……

“Bunny, you good?” James spoke again. “You’re awfully quiet.”

Maybe I’m overthinking this. I was probably caught up in the whole thrill of it… Yeah—

“Y/n?”

The toilet door opened, Sirius emerging from it. “Thought I heard voices.”

“Morning Siri,” Y/n perked up. 

James stood and stretched, cracking his back. “You want to shower first, love? I don't mind,” he said. 

“Okay.” 

After Y/n entered the bathroom and water noises could be heard, Remus was the first to speak up leaving his book unattended. 

“She doesn't usually zone out like that does she?” 

Sirius slung his towel on the chair before sitting down next to Remus. 

“She’s been zoning out more often lately,” he said. “Why? Did something happen?” 

“Y/n only used to do it when her anxiety took over…” James mumbled. 

Remus sighed, “Should we say something? Last night's event was enough of a scare…” 

“You—” 

Sirius cut James off, “I told him. What happened when I was in the shower? “N-Nothing big, our bunny just zoned out really badly, said James. “But it's concerning you know?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Should we–” 

“Talk to her?” 

“Y-Yeah—”

The bathroom door opened. “Talk to me about what?” 

“Y/n!–” James leapt to his feet. “Right on cue.” 

He was the best at improv in tight situations, “Pads, Moons and I want to address an elephant in the room if that's okay with you.” 

Remus looked at James gratefully. 

“E-Elephant in the room?” Y/n scratched her head. “I-If you're talking about last n-night I really don't know how– what—” 

“That's somewhat the point though love,” said Sirius. “Don't you think it's getting a little out of hand?” 

“Don't take it the wrong way bunny,” Remus added. “But maybe it's time we get medical help?” 

“M-Medical help?” 

No, no, no… Is there something wrong with me? I d-didn't do anything bad, did I? 

Y/n took a step back, shaking a little. “N-No doctors…” 

James’ brow furrowed, “Why? Not even Madam Pomfrey?” 

“I- Wh-What is wr-wrong with me? Wh-Why do I need to see a d-doctor?” 

Sirius flinched, as if he had realised something crucial. 

“Bunny…” He got up and walked over to her. “What would your guardians tell you whenever you got sick and needed a doctor?” 

“Uh–” She stuttered, “Th-They’d say the d-doctor was to fix b-broken children… Th-The ones that were naughty and f-fell ill— The kids that had s-something wrong with them……” 

Remus too saw where this was headed and stood up. “That's not what doctors are for, love.” 

“Th-They're not?” 

“No,” James broke into a small smile. “Doctors help identify if your body—and sometimes mind—are healthy or not. 

“Mhm. And they help you get better if it isn't,” Remus grinned. 

Sirius pulled Y/n into a tight hug, “I get where you're coming from bunny. My brother is terrified of doctors thanks to Mother. The way we were raised affects us as we grow and as for our current predicament— Moons, Prongs and I agree that we should seek professional help.” 

Y/n was still in denial, “But I'm not sick…?” 

~

Y/n was really grateful for James, Remus and Sirius. Their little back and forth debate lasted hours though, the three trying their best to convince Y/n that something really was off.

But Y/n had to admit that if these pesky marauders weren't there to support her, she would’ve ended up in a whole other rabbit hole filled with denial and self doubt. 

They had eventually gotten her to seek professional opinion and looking back at it now Y/n realised that without their constant care and persuasion, she would be a complete mess…… It was because of Sirius, Remus and James that Y/n could finally–without fear nor shame– get help.

[love-takes-work]

hi me again with the previous ask <3 and you're welcome btw!

yea i don't really think the crew is even *actively* fatphobic like that. i think its a common symptom we all share of being raised in a society that is really fatphobic. i did mention that the fatphobia in SU is more passive/casual bc it's more of throwaway lines or jokes than outright "fat is bad" being the main messaging in the show. i honestly think its an important distinction that way. and you're absolutely right, tons and tons of work we have ahead of us

yea justifying discrimination or harrassment on fat people just to state that "its because im concerned for their health" is not really true, is it? you dont care for people's health by trying to limit clothing that is accessible to them, or by shaming or bullying them or calling them dirty names. it's just all dishonest. and it is so glaring too that fatphobia hurts even the people aren't perceived as fat.

truly, weight being a health signifier to the complex workings of the human body and ONLY weight (but let's be real, it's what you perceive as fatness aka the bad stuff) is ridiculous lol

yeaaaa :D i love SU for always going for so much creativity in their character designs. its why the show is super inspiring as a creative. they dont just explore different body types, but also height and queerness and just how they tackle fusions in of itself is sooooo fun. it rlly does feel comforting that they didnt rule out fat bodies in their characters and they didnt stop with steven or greg or rose or amethyst

Yeah, honestly I don't remember too much in terms of passive/casual fatphobia in SU but just like with racism it's kind of baked in so it's not surprising that it comes out. The main things I can think of is stuff like Greg acting ashamed that he's been "slacking on his workout routine" and Pearl looking him up and down before implying he is not a "buff stud," and when Steven was screaming about how "the boat's fat!" and Greg goes "rude!" And when Steven says "I don't wanna see your gut, I wanna see your guts!" in the "Strong in the Real Way" song. Maybe also some of the weirdness associated with how Pearl is very thin and is also disgusted by food, and she's portrayed as the controlled and disciplined and mature one. (Meanwhile Garnet eats exactly as often as Pearl does--once in the entire show--but never says anything about it.)

In general I've been impressed though that Steven liking his junk food is not conflated with this sort of "glutton" mentality that you usually see in cartoons (like, that if there's a fat character they've always got a sandwich or a sugary snack). Kids like a donut. (Unless you're Connie, whose parents don't let her eat donuts because they have trans fats.) Amethyst is the lazy/glutton character and she's the thick-bodied one, so some people might take that message home from her too, but I also think that without any other messages about it, it mostly passes as "hey, it's OK for some people to like food." I've definitely appreciated that nobody tells Steven that he needs to look different or suggests his health is at risk because of his body type, and the one episode where he wants to work out is very much about wanting to be strong. And I love that Rose as a big-bodied character is considered incredibly beautiful and that characters like Mystery Girl who are thicker than typical characters are presented as "omg goddess."

As for people who insist that they're "concerned for the health" of fat people, it's absurd. Because it is ALWAYS paired with shaming and unsolicited advice and an assumption that they know the life and habits of the fat person by looking at their body. I'm sorry, but if you're concerned for the health of a cancer survivor, your expressions of concern NEVER sound like the way "concern" sounds for a fat person. (Though of course there are a lot of nasty people who think anyone's health problems, including unpreventable ones, are the person's fault.)

My mom was a big proponent of fat shaming and she would comment on fat bodies and call them gross and when I'd ask her what the hell she's getting out of being so mean she'd insist it's about their health. Really? Are you solving anything by announcing that you are disgusted by someone's body? How are you helping or motivating anyone by using shame? Did they ask for your "help"? Next are you going to tell a person who survived cancer that their bald head or mastectomy scars are disgusting and you're repulsed by them because they're "not healthy"? (Again, I know there are vile people who do stuff like this too, but most people generally frown on it, while there are a lot of people who seem to think fat shaming is OK and insist it's "encouragement" to publicly or to-their-face make statements about how unacceptable or gross a fat person's body is.) Ironically, my mom was very not healthy herself. Her eating habits were shit; she was addicted to cigarettes and alcohol; and she turned yellow when her liver started failing. Sometimes she'd complain that people "made her feel like a leper" because she had to go outside to smoke and she believed it was "on par with segregation." Gosh I wonder why her feeling of injustice kicked in for her own unhealthy habits, but not for judging others'.

And like you said, this isn't just bad for fat people. I've never been fat but even for me being raised by someone like my mom probably instilled values I don't want in my brain. I'd get a plate of food and she'd be like "are you going to eat ALL that?" or "are you allowed to have that on your diet?" (I wasn't on a diet) or "just because you put it on your plate doesn't mean you have to finish it." My mom had three daughters and none of us were really fat, but my middle sister had the chunkiest body type of us and my mom was jealous that she had boobs, so she used to invalidate her body and say "she doesn't REALLY have that size boobs--if she lost weight she wouldn't have those, she needs to walk and bike more." I DO feel pressure to be thin, and while my attempts to monitor my weight are more tied to "I don't want to buy a new wardrobe if I gain too much" and "I need to monitor this to make sure I'm not having a thyroid-related change because my doctor wants to monitor it," I'm sure there are a lot of value judgments that I can't escape that are motivating me too and making me think it would be "bad" to be heavier. I don't like it but we are all living with it. So I do my best to actively counter those voices when I can. It takes active work, because the passive fatphobia of society is insidious.