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pbaz7 · 6 months ago

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FLIGHT 2136: PART 9

paige x azzi

word count: 7.3k

A/N: I don’t even know. I’m real iffy about this (i hate it) but a lot of people wanted it so here we are lol. This is honestly a random ass chapter and it’s a little all over the place. There’s at least a common theme throughout the chapter which is good I guess! Let me know what you think :)

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Paige has been chronically offline since the accident. Of course she still scrolls on her accounts but her social media presence was almost nonexistent—just a collection of sponsored ads and the occasional basketball dump that, knowingly to fans, was usually Azzi’s doing these days. If it weren’t for her teammates tagging her in posts, some people joked they’d forget she even had social media.

Because Paige was so inactive online, fans paid extra attention to her whenever she did show up. Every glimpse of her—whether it was a blurry background appearance in someone’s TikTok or a split-second cameo in an Instagram story—became something to dissect. It wasn’t just about what she was doing, but who she was always with.

Azzi wasn’t much better when it came to social media. She posted more than Paige, but that wasn’t saying much. Her feed was mostly basketball, occasional glimpses into her workouts, and sometimes a rare photo dump. But what fans noticed most was that, when she did post anything remotely fun or glimpses of her life, Paige was often in the videos.

It started subtly—Azzi posting TikTok trends with the team, Paige reluctantly included but always standing closest to Azzi. Then, she’d randomly post duets of them. Ones where Paige didn’t even try to hide her smile when Azzi pulled her into frame, or where she’d roll her eyes but still play along, because it was Azzi. Fans ate it up, stitching their videos with captions like Azzi is the only one who can make Paige do anything.

Then there were the off-the-court moments. Paige and Azzi getting caught whispering on the bench regardless of who was sitting in between them. The way Azzi’s hand would linger on Paige’s arm after huddles, or how Paige always seemed to turn to Azzi first when she was talking.

None of it was concrete. But to fans who had been paying attention, it was enough to start putting the pieces together.

The suspicion grew more on a random night after a game. KK, Aubrey, and Ice were piled in one of the team suites, Ice’s phone was propped up on live. They weren’t talking about anything in specific—just answering questions, talking about the game, and laughing about something they were trying to explain they saw from the bench.

In the background, Paige was in her own world, sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone like she didn’t even know the live was happening. Which wasn’t unusual. Paige was rarely the one front and center in these kinds of things, and the fans knew it.

But that didn’t stop them from trying.

The comments flooding in.

Pls get Paige in the camera!

Can Paige come say hi???

Ice glanced over her shoulder. “Yo, they’re asking for you,” she told Paige, shifting the camera slightly to show the fans her reaction.

Paige didn’t even look up from her phone. She just shook her head, laughing. “Nah, I’m good.”

The comments started flying in:

SHE LAUGHED OMG

She always does this 😭

Why is Paige allergic to cameras but will be in every single Azzi TikTok?

KK snickered, reading the comments in her head but not saying anything out loud. She, Ice, and Aubrey went back to talking about what happened on the bench during the game, reenacting the moment that had them in tears. The chat kept moving at full speed, fans still begging for Paige to come into frame, but the three ignored it, too caught up in their conversation.

After about 15 minutes the door to the suite opened, and Azzi walked in with Jana.

When they stepped in, Ice perked up. “Look who it is!” she said, grinning.

“Come say hi to the live real quick,” KK said, motioning for them to get in frame.

Jana, always down, strolled right over and leaned into the camera. “What are y’all doing?” she said, reading some of the comments as they flooded in.

Azzi, on the other hand, didn’t fully step in. She just popped her head into frame, flashing a quick smile. “Hey, guys,” she said casually before popping back out.

With the addition of Jana, the energy in the room picked up again. Ice, KK, and Aubrey focused on interacting with fans. The chat was flying, a mix of people laughing along and still—relentlessly—begging for Paige to get in the camera.

KK was the first to notice. She shook her head and nudged Aubrey, who glanced at what KK was pointing at and laughing. Jana and Ice caught on next, and within a few seconds, the four of them silently reached an agreement.

They all turned toward Paige simultaneously, eyes wide, lips jutted out in exaggerated pouts.

Paige, still lounging on the couch, didn’t even have to look up to know something was off. They had gotten way too quiet. With a small sigh, she lifted her head—only to be met with four identical, pleading expressions staring directly at her.

She blinked. “That looks like a scene from a horror movie.”

KK snorted, but no one broke character.

Paige let out a long sigh before pushing herself off the couch. “Alright, alright, chill,” she mumbled, as she walked toward them.

The live chat exploded:

NO WAY SHE ACTUALLY GOT UP THE POWER THEY HAVE

We finally won 😭

She stepped into the frame and forced a tight smile. “Hello,” she said simply.

She looks like she’s being held hostage 💀

Someone check if she blinked twice

Paige glanced down at the screen, reading through a few of them which were definitely inappropriate and shook her head. “Y’all are crazy,” she mumbled.

Then, her attention shifted slightly—just past the camera.

Her lips curled into a small grin, subtle at first, but it grew when her ears tinged a faint shade of red. “Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked. Her voice was softer, more familiar, like she had completely forgotten they were on live.

The chat instantly reacted.

WHO IS SHE TALKING TO??

Wait, what’s happening?

Y’all saw that shift in energy?? HELLO???

Just then, another voice mumbled something from behind the camera. "You look cute when you’re all shy like that."

Paige’s smile deepened as she shook her head, a small huff escaping her lips. “Did I say I was shy?” she shot back, raising an eyebrow.

WHO JUST SAID THAT??

Was that Azzi???

NAH WHOEVER THAT IS HAS HER FLUSTERED

Paige is actually blushing. I’m sick, it's not me.

Azzi’s voice came again, a little clearer this time, but still low enough that it wasn’t obvious who was speaking. "You don’t have to say it. I can see it."

Paige bit her lip, eyes flickering downward for a second before shaking her head again. “Mhm,” she hummed, her amusement clear. “That’s crazy.”

Now the fans were in full meltdown mode, scrambling to piece it together.

HELLO???

WHAT IS HAPPENING.

WHO IS SHE TALKING TO??

KK glanced down at the comments, but she hadn’t been following the chaos leading up to them. All she saw was "Who’s behind the camera?"

“Oh,” she said, reaching for the phone. “It’s just Azzi Fudd Fudd.”

She turned the camera toward Azzi, who barely had time to blink before being on the live. Azzi gave a small smile, waving before KK propped the phone back in its original spot.

OH. MY. GOD.

IT WAS AZZI LMAOOO

THE WAY SHE WAS JUST STANDING THERE?? HELLO??

Paige, babe, be so real with us right now. Like be fr.

Paige, for her part, had already retreated back to the couch, stretching out with an arm over the backrest.

Eventually, Azzi wandered over, standing in front of Paige, who tilted her head up to look at her. The fans couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it didn’t matter because Paige had that goofy grin on her face—the one she only ever gave Azzi.

Paige picked up her phone, holding it out in front of her as she showed something to Azzi. Azzi took it, leaning down just a little closer, her eyebrows furrowing as she examined the screen. The fans could see her jaw drop in mock disbelief.

“Absolutely not,” Azzi said, shaking her head with a playful, incredulous tone.

Paige looked shocked. “Wait, what?” she asked, but before Azzi responded, she was turning to walk off frame, clearly trying to hide a grin.

Paige jumped up from the couch to follow her. The camera caught her moving quickly, her hand still holding her phone as she trailed behind Azzi, just as the two disappeared off-camera.

A moment later, a playful squeal is heard, followed by Azzi’s laughter. “Paige, stop!” she yells through her laugh.

There’s a bit of shuffling—movement that suggests a playful struggle—before Paige’s voice comes through. “You act like you don’t like it.”

After that there was a soft thud, like someone bumping into furniture, then the distant click of a door shutting.

KK glances toward the door before turning back to the screen, eyebrows raised.

As time passed and Paige and Azzi still hadn’t returned, the live became chaotic, with Ice and KK taking over, entertaining fans the best way they knew how—by arguing.

“Bro, you literally just said the opposite like five minutes ago,” Ice argued, pointing at KK.

“Girl boo. No, I didn’t,” KK shot back.

“Oh my God bro yes you did,” Ice insisted, shaking her head. “Somebody roll the tape.”

Then, someone finally asked:

Where did Paige and Azzi go???

KK glanced at the chat. “Prolly with they boyfriends.”

Ice turned her head, eyes widening before she let out a snicker, barely holding back her laugh.

GIRL BE SO FR RIGHT NOW.

WITH WHO???? NAME NAMES.

ICE LAUGHING CAUSE SHE KNOWS.

Paige and Azzi somewhere laughing at us rn.

KK YOU’RE NOT FUNNY (yes you are but still).

After that live, it seemed like the fans were watching their every move. It wasn’t like Paige and Azzi were hiding anything—it was more that they weren’t about to make any official announcements, nor were they ever planning on doing anything overt in front of the cameras.

Still, the speculation never stopped. Fans were divided—some adamantly claimed the two of them weren’t even gay, others argued they were just best friends, while a small group swore up and down that something was definitely happening between them. Despite all the chatter, Paige and Azzi never commented on it. And that, in itself, said enough.

There were no denials, no confirmations, just the two of them continuing on with their lives, the bond between them only becoming more obvious with time. It was clear to anyone who paid close enough attention that Paige and Azzi were something more than just teammates, more than just friends. But until they decided otherwise, everyone would have to keep guessing.

…

The podcast started, and the two of them were settled in front of the mics, the cameras already rolling. Paige looked a little stiff at first, clearly still not quite used to the whole “podcast” thing, while Azzi was a little more relaxed.

The Overtime WBB manager gave them a thumbs up, signaling for them to just start talking, telling them they’d chime in if they needed anything..

Azzi leaned into the mic first. "Hi, I’m Azzi Fudd."

Paige raised a hand, half-waving at the camera. "Paige Bueckers."

Azzi flashed a grin. "Um so, we’re partnering with Overtime WBB for a few podcast episodes, and honestly, it’s just gonna be a yap session. Nothing too serious. Just us talking and they’re going to clip whichever parts they like."

Paige chuckled at that. "Yap session? That’s one way to put it."

Azzi turned to her with her grin still in place. "Basically what it is. And yes, you have to participate."

Paige huffed as she leaned back in her chair. "I don’t know why I got picked for this.”

"You know exactly why you got picked for this."

Paige just shakes her head, picking up some of the cards they had in front of her, flipping through them absentmindedly. She wasn’t quite sure where to start.

Azzi raised an eyebrow, glancing at the cards in Paige’s hands. "So, how do you wanna do this?"

Paige looked up, smiling softly. "You can start."

Azzi leaned forward, giving Paige a look. "Just so you know I’m not running this whole thing. I’ll let you sit there being mysterious for a little bit though."

Paige laughed. "I’m not tryna be mysterious. I’m just… tryna figure out how to talk into a mic without sounding awkward."

Azzi laughed softly. "Just act like we're on the phone or FaceTime or something."

Paige gave her a look—one silently saying, you definitely don’t want us doing that.

Azzi caught the look and rolled her eyes slightly, laughing again. "Okay, maybe let’s not do that."

Paige nodded with a grin on her face. "Exactly."

Azzi shook her head, picking up the cards in front of her. She scanned through a few trying to find one that she knew would relax Paige a little bit. After a second she turned back to Paige with a grin. “Who's the best shooter on the team?"

Paige snorted. "Me."

Azzi raised an eyebrow "So, we're starting off the first episode with lying, huh?"

"Azzi, I’m a better shooter than you."

"Really? Do we wanna tell everybody what happened yesterday after practice?"

Paige sat up in her chair as she squinted her eyes at Azzi. "You mean when you cheated and threw your ball in the air on my last shot?"

Azzi grinned. "You still missed. Meaning you lost."

Paige shook her head. "You cheated.

Azzi’s grin only grew as she shrugged nonchalantly. "You're just a sore loser."

Paige shot her a glare. "I’m a sore loser? You still can't admit I beat you in a one-on-one."

"Because you didn’t win."

Paige threw her hands up. "Bro, I was up 18-17!"

Azzi’s grin only grew when she saw Paige getting riled up. "Exactly. It was win by two. So, no, you didn’t win."

Paige let out an exaggerated sigh, shaking her head. "Whatever."

Azzi laughed, leaning back in her chair. "I’ll let you be delusional today but we both know what's good."

Paige smirked a little at this but didn't say anything back. Just raised her eyebrows at Azzi before she looked down at her cards. After a moment, she picked one out and glanced up at Azzi.

"Would you rather be stuck in a room with me or Coach for 24 hours?"

Azzi snorted, her face lighting up with amusement. She pretended to think for a moment, tapping her chin dramatically before glancing at Paige with a grin. "I don’t know man...that’s a tough one...you’d get a little annoying after like hour ten."

Paige dropped her jaw in disbelief, looking at Azzi like she’d just been betrayed. "Wowww."

Azzi's eyes sparkled as she looked back at Paige. "Still…I’d rather be stuck in a room with you, Paige."

The way she said it and the way she looked at Paige as she tilted her head slightly, made the words hang in the air for a moment. There was a beat of silence, the slight tension between them clear to everyone in the room. Paige held Azzi’s gaze, and for just a second, neither of them said anything—too caught up in the weight of the moment.

Paige’s smile faded slightly, her heartbeat a little louder in her ears. Azzi blinked, breaking the spell, and leaned back casually in her chair, her grin returning like nothing had happened.

Azzi flipped to the next card, reading it over before glancing at Paige with a curious expression. “Who's the hardest player to guard in college basketball?”

Paige barely hesitated before answering, her voice smooth in the mic. “You.”

Azzi blinked, caught off guard for a split second before a slow smirk spread across her face. “Oh?” she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. “Go on.”

Paige rolled her eyes at Azzi’s reaction but continued. “You’re shifty, your release time is basically nonexistent, you can get to the rim, and you never stop moving. It’s annoying.”

Azzi grinned, clearly pleased. “Annoying, huh?”

Paige nodded. “Very.”

“So what I’m hearing is, I give you problems.”

Paige scoffed, shaking her head. “Alright I never said allat.”

Azzi turned to the camera, her smile still present. “You hear that, everybody? Paige Bueckers just admitted that I’m the toughest player she’s had to guard. Basically said she can’t guard me.”

Paige groaned, rubbing her temples. “See, this is why I don’t say nice things. Your head gets bigger than it already is.”

Azzi laughed, clearly enjoying every second of Paige’s frustration, before turning back to the camera. "I swear she’s a lot nicer to me when she isn’t in front of a camera."

Paige scoffed, tilting her head slightly. "That’s funny, ’cause I was just thinking the same thing about you."

Azzi smirked. "Oh yeah?"

Paige nodded, her eyes locked on Azzi. "Mhm. You act all innocent in front of people, but when it’s just us? Whole different person."

Azzi raised an eyebrow. "What kinda different we talkin'?"

Paige leaned forward, a smile forming on her face. "The kinda different when you’re all over me."

Azzi laughed, shaking her head. "You’re wild for saying that on camera."

Paige shrugged, her smile growing. "What? It’s not like I’m lying."

Azzi tilted her head, pretending to consider if she was going to play into this with Paige. "You’re the one who gets all soft when we’re alone. Acting like you don’t melt the second I touch you."

Paige let out a soft laugh. "I don’t melt."

Azzi smirked. "You do."

Paige and Azzi exchanged a look before breaking into quiet laughter, clearly amused by how quickly their conversation had derailed.

"Now look who's flirting on camera," Paige teased.

Azzi shook her head, feigning innocence. "They can cut it out."

Both of them instinctively glanced to the side where the Overtime WBB crew stood, watching. One of the staff members, who had been jotting down notes, simply nodded. "Say no more," she mumbled, scribbling something down—probably making a note to edit out that part.

The staff member finished jotting down notes and looked up at them. "Alright, we’re going to do a speed round of questions to see how well you two know each other which should give us enough to wrap it up for today."

Paige and Azzi both nodded, settling in. Paige glanced at the paper, huffing out a laugh when she saw the question. "What’s my go-to order?"

Azzi snorted. "Chicken tenders and fries."

Paige grinned, satisfied with the answer, but Azzi wasn’t done as she adds, "She eats like a toddler."

Paige gasped. "No, I don’t! They’ve just never failed me. Gotta stick with ole-reliable when I go to new places."

Azzi shook her head, laughing, before reading the next question. "What’s my pregame ritual?"

"You always have to poop right before the game."

"This is true."

Paige continued easily, describing Azzi’s pregame routine as if she had been Azzi’s teammate for years. "But other than that, we both listen to the playlist I made, you tie your shoes a certain way, right first then left, and then you stretch longer than everybody else so you can pretend like—"

Azzi cut her off, eyes widening. "Alright, alright, let’s not spill all my secrets!"

Paige chuckled saying, “What you got opps?”

Azzi mumbles out, “Probably.”

Paige just laughed, shaking her head. She glanced down at her paper again. "What’s one of my pet peeves?"

Azzi didn’t hesitate. "When people chew too loud."

Paige pointed at her. "Facts."

Azzi looked slightly toward the camera before turning back to Paige. "Any time somebody chews loudly, she physically looks like she’s in pain. She’s too nice to say anything, though."

Paige rolled her eyes but didn’t deny it. Instead, she moved on. "Alright, what’s something I always say on the court?"

Azzi laughed instantly. "‘That’s off’—you used to only do it when you shot and knew it was about to miss but you’ve started doing it when I shoot now too."

Paige laughed. "Cause you gotta rebound more so I’m tryna help you out."

"Yeah whatever."

Paige gestured for Azzi to go next.

Azzi glanced down at the paper in front of her, skimming a few of them before asking, "What’s my guilty pleasure TV show?"

Paige leaned back in her chair confidently. "Any Bachelor or Love Island spinoff. You swear you don’t care, but then you get way too invested every time."

Azzi playfully rolled her eyes but grinned. "Okay, fair."

Paige wasn’t done. "Then you force me to watch it with you every night and start asking questions like, ‘Why did he pick her over the other girl?’"

Azzi laughed, shaking her head. "Alright you’re just adding all the extra details to these questions. "

Paige gave her Azzi smile and shrugged. "That’s the game, right?"

Azzi exhaled, looking down to hide her blush before picking her next question. "What’s something random I love?"

Paige didn’t even blink. "The smell of fresh laundry. You always say it’s one of the best smells in the world."

Azzi raised an impressed eyebrow. "I’m surprised you got that one so quick."

Paige shrugged like it was obvious. "That’s because every time you do laundry, you take a deep breath and say, ‘That’s elite’ before you make me fold em."

Azzi covered her face laughing. "Okay, stop exposing me!"

Paige just grinned before asking the next question. "What’s something that instantly annoys me?"

Azzi hummed. "When people take too long to tell a story."

Paige pointed at her again. "Oh my god bro! If you have a five-minute story, please don’t take twenty minutes to tell it."

Azzi shook her head, smiling. "She gets so impatient when people don’t get to the point. I can literally see it on her face. Then she starts fidgeting around like a child."

Paige let out a dramatic sigh. "Because why are you dragging it? Just get to the point!"

Azzi laughed, nodding before glancing at her next question. "What’s one of my biggest fears?"

Paige’s smirk faded slightly as she answered the question softly. "Not reaching your full potential."

Azzi blinked, the playful air between them shifting just for a moment. Paige held her gaze, the answer coming too naturally—reflecting the long conversations and late nights the two of them shared talking about things like that.

Azzi nodded slowly. "Yeah," she said softly before clearing her throat and forcing a smirk. "That and spiders."

Paige let the moment pass and grinned. "Yeah, those too. You basically crawled up my back when there was a spider in my bathroom once"

Azzi laughed, shaking her head. "Alright, next question."

Paige smirked. It was clear she was enjoying herself. "What’s something I do when I’m overthinking?"

Azzi exhaled, already knowing the answer. "You play with your ring on your finger and if you’re trying to not be too obvious because I’m around you bite the inside of your cheek."

Paige stared at her for a moment before grinning because of course Azzi had picked up on the second one "Okay, stalker."

"I just pay attention to you."

Paige didn’t say anything for a second, just held her gaze with that small smirk of hers.

After a beat of silence—just the two of them smiling at each other—the staff member cleared her throat. "Alright guys thank you. I think that’s good for today."

Azzi turned toward them, flashing a polite smile. "Sounds good, thank you."

Paige, however, was still looking at her, that smirk lingering like she knew something Azzi didn’t.

Azzi stood up, stretching her arms above her head before mumbling under her breath, "Stop staring at me creep."

Paige leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms—eyes never leaving Azzi. "Not my fault you’re in my line of sight."

Azzi rolled her eyes but glanced over her shoulder, seeing which staff members were still lingering around. After a second, she seemed satisfied with what she saw and then turned her attention back to Paige.

She moved closer, standing between Paige’s legs, her presence drawing Paige's gaze upward. The smirk on Paige’s face never faltered.

Azzi tilted her head slightly, a glint in her eyes as she reached out to take Paige’s hand, fingers casually playing with hers. "What?" she asked.

Paige tugged gently at Azzi’s hand, pulling her down into her lap. "I like your hair like that," she said softly, her fingers playing with the ends of Azzi's curls as she settled her more comfortably.

Paige glanced up at Azzi, smiling up at her softly. "This okay pretty?"

Azzi looked around again, checking the room before her gaze returned to Paige. She nodded, her voice quiet. "Yeah," she replied, settling into Paige's lap.

As soon as she got confirmation Paige pulled Azzi into a kiss by her jaw. Azzi’s hand instinctively found its way to Paige's cheek, her fingers tracing her face as she kissed back, both of them losing themselves in the moment for a while.

When they broke apart, Azzi whispered softly, her breath still warm against Paige’s lips, "You did well. I’m proud of you baby."

Paige chuckled, her smirk returning as she leaned back slightly. "Thank you."

Azzi raised an eyebrow at Paige’s demeanor, her tone teasing as she asked, "Did you like it?"

Paige, still with that same smirk, shook her head playfully. "Nope."

Azzi laughed, her fingers gently running through Paige's hair as she leaned in again, clearly enjoying the playful tension between them. "You're cute," she mumbled affectionately, her lips brushing Paige's temple.

Azzi’s fingers gently continued to play with Paige’s hair, a soft rhythm as they both relaxed into the moment. Paige let her head fall back against the chair completely, closing her eyes, letting the peace of the moment wash over her. The warmth of Azzi’s presence beside her always felt grounding.

Azzi, always attuned to Paige’s needs, let her take the brief moment of quiet. She shifted slightly, resting her head against Paige's shoulder, her hand still lightly grazing Paige’s hair as she hummed softly when she smelt Paige’s cologne, content to simply be there.

But the stillness didn’t last for long. A soft voice broke the moment. "Hey, sorry to bother you guys."

Azzi blinked, her eyes opening to see a staff member standing nearby. She straightened up, offering a polite smile, though there was still a relaxed air about her. "No problem," Azzi said.

The staff member looked at both of them. "Just wanted to check in to see if there's anything else from the podcast you want to be taken out, besides that one portion we already talked about?"

Paige opened her eyes, glancing over at Azzi showing she fully expected her to answer it for them.

"I think we're good," Azzi said, giving Paige a quick look to silently confirm. "Just that one part...everything else should be fine."

Paige simply nodded in agreement before closing her eyes again.

The staff member made a quick note on her clipboard. "Alright, cool. Just wanted to check in before we wrap up. You can just message us if anything else comes up."

As the staff member walked off, Azzi shifted back into a more relaxed position, her fingers resuming their movements through Paige’s hair. She mumbled, "Kinda crazy how we spent our off day working."

Paige mumbled in response—her eyes still shut. "Tell me about it."

Azzi huffed out a soft laugh, amused by Paige’s tired tone. She leaned in and kissed Paige’s neck gently, the brief contact making Paige grin.

Pulling away just enough, Azzi sat up, looking down at Paige with a small smile. "Let’s get you back to the room before you pass out sleepyhead," she said softly as she helped Paige sit up.

Paige stretched slowly, a contented sigh escaping her lips as she finally met Azzi’s eyes, still smiling. "I’m not sleepy… just...happy I don’t have to talk."

Azzi grinned, raising an eyebrow. "Whatever you say," she replied. Her eyes softened when she noticed the way Paige’s eyes were starting to droop. "You’re gonna pass out the second we get back to the room, aren’t you?"

Paige didn’t answer right away, but the lazy smile on her face and the way she leaned slightly on Azzi as they began to walk was enough of an answer. Azzi shook her head in amusement, offering her a gentle nudge as she led the way toward the door. "I knew it," she mumbled with a grin.

Once small clips of the podcast were released, the attention on Paige and Azzi only grew. The fans were watching more closely if possible, dissecting every interaction, every glance, every touch.

The two of them didn’t mind. Paige who was still reacclimating to the overwhelming attention, was more reserved around fans in general. But one thing she never did was change how she acted with Azzi. Whether cameras were on them or not, Azzi remained within reach—adjusting Paige’s hoodie strings, fixing her chain, brushing something off her sleeve. Small gestures that didn’t go unnoticed because there was no one else on the team doing them.

It was ironic, really. Fans remembered Paige playfully yelling at Ice during a livestream, claiming she hated being touched after Ice bear hugged her. Yet, with Azzi, she never seemed to mind.

Some of the more in-tune fans noticed subtle shifts in their demeanor when they were in public versus when they were on lives or behind the scenes. Paige was usually the protective one—shooting glares at the team when they bothered Azzi, draping an arm around her when she was pouring about something. But when they were at games or events, surrounded by fans, the roles seemed to reverse. Azzi subtly became the protective one.

She was the one gently guiding Paige away from crowded situations, standing just slightly in front of her when fans ran over to them too quickly, placing a hand on her lower back when the attention became too much. People other than just fans were starting to notice.

"Have y’all realized that Paige acts all big and bad with the team but the second they’re in public, Azzi’s the one protecting her???"

"No, let's talk about it bc Azzi is always making sure Paige is comfortable in crowded spaces and I think I’m gonna cry."

…

The event was supposed to be simple—meet fans, take pictures, sign a few autographs. And if this had been two years ago, it probably would have been much calmer. But things had changed.

With the rise in popularity, the number of fans crowding the venue had grown, completely filling the space with excited chatter and eager energy. People called out players' names, some holding jerseys and posters, others just wanting a quick interaction. Paige, despite being a transfer, had been welcomed with open arms. And if there was any doubt before the event, it was clear now—these fans completely adored her.

Azzi was caught up in conversation, taking pictures, signing things, flashing smiles when she needed to, but every so often, her eyes drifted toward Paige.

At first, it was just out of habit—glancing over to check in, to get a quick glimpse of her girlfriend.

But then, the crowd around Paige continued to grow.

Azzi’s stomach tensed as she watched more people press in, everyone trying to get a moment of her attention. At first, Paige didn’t seem to mind. She was still smiling, still quietly answering questions.

But Azzi knew better.

She remembered one night, months ago, when Paige had admitted, almost offhandedly, “Since the accident I get really claustrophobic sometimes. Not all the time, but when too many people are around me, and I can’t move the way I want or go where I want, it just…gets to me I guess.”

Azzi hadn’t forgotten.

Which was why she kept glancing over now, watching the way Paige’s shoulders stiffened just slightly, the way her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes anymore. The way she was playing with the ring on her finger was always a clear sign of discomfort.

Azzi didn’t hesitate to make her way towards her after that. She didn’t rush, didn’t make it obvious—just started subtly making her way toward the crowd, offering a few more smiles, taking a couple more pictures along the way.

Azzi was nearly there when she saw Paige tensing as a fan wrapped an arm around her waist for a picture. It might have looked normal to anyone else, just a casual pose for the picture but the fan's arm was pressed securely around Paige’s torso, right where her scar was.

Paige didn’t say anything. She just offered a tight smile, her fingers still idly twisting the ring on her finger relentlessly.

Sliding smoothly into the group, Azzi greeted the fans with her usual warmth, her voice light. “Hey guys, how’s it going?”

The distraction was enough. The fan instinctively loosened her hold as she turned toward her, and in that split second, Azzi slid in. “Mind if I hop in for one?” she asked, flashing her grin. Before the fan could fully process it, Azzi gently moved their arm away from Paige, positioning herself in the middle instead. The way she did it was subtle—done so effortlessly that no one would think twice about it.

The picture was taken, and Azzi smiled at the fan before signing something for her.

After that she turned toward the group smiling as she said, “Sorry, guys, I need to steal her for a second,” already reaching for Paige’s hand to tug her away from the group.

Azzi guided Paige toward the exit, her hand resting lightly on Paige’s back as they weaved through the maze of people. As they neared the door, Azzi caught CD’s questioning look from nearby. With a simple glance, CD silently asked where they were going.

Azzi mouthed, Just taking a quick break.

CD gave a small nod of approval, trusting them both, before turning back to the chaos of the event.

Azzi led Paige toward the team's coach bus, still parked out front. The cool air was a welcome contrast to the heat of the packed venue, and the moment they stepped onto the empty bus, Paige exhaled deeply. They slid into a random seat, and as soon as she was sitting, Paige dragged her hands down her face, finally letting herself breathe.

Azzi didn’t say anything at first. She knew Paige needed a moment to gather herself. Instead, she just sat beside her, letting the quietness settle between them.

But when she noticed Paige starting to zone out, her eyes becoming unfocused, her fingers idly twisting the ring on her hand again, Azzi reached over and gently took her hand.

“What’s going on in that pretty head?” she asked her softly.

Paige let out a quiet breath, giving Azzi a small, appreciative smile before shaking her head. Her voice was barely above a whisper when she admitted, “I don’t know if I can do this, Az.”

Azzi’s brows knitted together as she turned toward Paige. “What do you mean?”

Paige let out a slow exhale, her fingers still playing with the ring on her finger. "I don’t know how to do this whole public figure thing anymore," she admitted, her voice quiet. "Before the accident, it was easier. Even though it was hectic, I could handle it—I loved it. But now… everything’s just harder. Social media, interactions, all of it."

Azzi frowned slightly, wanting to ease her worries. "You don’t need to be a public figure to be a basketball player P."

Paige simply gave her a look—one that silently told Azzi they both knew that wasn’t true.

Paige took a deep breath before continuing, her tone filled with frustration. "How am I supposed to be a face of a league team when I can’t even handle a crowd at a damn bowling alley?"

Azzi sighed softly before adjusting, hooking her arm through Paige’s and leaning her head against her shoulder. She reached down, replacing Paige’s hand with her own as she began absentmindedly playing with the ring on Paige’s finger, both of them staring ahead in silence for a moment.

Then, after gathering her thoughts, Azzi finally spoke. "You’re going to be perfectly fine, baby."

She paused, knowing she needed to explain why in a way that made sense to Paige. After a brief moment, she continued, her head still resting against Paige’s shoulder. "You’re so easy for people to love, to root for, to gravitate to."

Azzi lifted her head slightly, glancing at Paige before leaning down and continuing. "The moment you announced you were transferring to UConn, your name was everywhere. Every sports outlet, every social media page—everyone was talking about the return of Paige Bueckers." She paused, her fingers still gently twisting the ring. "You didn’t even have a social media presence and brands still threw the craziest deals at you."

Paige listened quietly, her chest rising and falling steadily as she took in Azzi’s words.

"You went from not being mentioned on draft boards to jumping into the first round after what…four games?" Azzi tilted her head slightly before laughing at herself. "I started rambling and kinda lost my train of thought."

Paige chuckled softly, the sound warm as she kissed Azzi’s head before leaning her own against Azzi’s.

Azzi smiled before letting out a quiet breath. "I guess my point was, I’m saying all of this to remind you that despite everything you went through, despite how much it still weighs on you. How much you still want to work on…you’re a light for everyone else. You’re a genuine person, you have the sweetest soul of anyone I’ve ever met. You’re talented, honest, and just…” Azzi pauses to gather her thoughts, silently thanking the universe for giving her someone like Paige. She continues saying, “You’re just an amazing human baby. And people don’t see that a lot in public figures these days."

Paige closed her eyes for a moment, letting the words settle.

"You could never post on social media again, you could hire a social media manager to handle everything, and people would still love you," Azzi continued. "They love you even when you don’t interact with them. Just being in the same room as you is enough for some of them. Just getting a glimpse of you—I don’t know if I’m cut out to make the decisions but if I was a GM that sounds like a damn great person to build my team around.”

Paige swallowed, her fingers curling around Azzi’s. She didn’t say anything right away, but the tension in her shoulders slowly began to ease.

Azzi squeezed Paige’s hand gently, grounding her before she continued. "No, you might not be the same Paige from high school—the one who filmed TikToks with kids after games and didn’t mind when hundreds of people waited for her and warmed her." She glanced up, making sure Paige was listening. "But this version of you? This perfect version of you that I love more than anything in this world. You still find time to make people’s day, even when you don’t realize it."

Paige exhaled softly, her body relaxing against Azzi.

"It’s gonna take time to get used to it again," Azzi admitted. "And that’s perfectly fine. Until then, just doing it in small bursts is enough." She played with the ring on Paige’s finger again. "And just so we’re clear—you are not obligated to give your time to anyone."

Paige let out a quiet huff of laughter, shaking her head slightly.

Azzi raised an eyebrow, a smile forming. "What?"

Paige turned to her, her blue eyes soft and filled with something Azzi recognized instantly. "I just love you," she whispered. "And I’m so thankful that God brought you into my life."

While Paige was saying this, Azzi's brown eyes were locked onto Paige’s blue ones the entire time. Her heart swelled, a slow smile forming as she whispered, "I love you too beautiful."

Azzi held Paige’s gaze for a moment before suddenly perking up. “One sec,” she said, standing up before Paige could question her.

Paige watched in confusion as Azzi walked toward her actual seat on the bus, rummaging through her bag. “What are you doing?” she said, brows furrowing.

“Hold on,” Azzi replied, focused as she finally pulled something out. She turned back, making her way toward Paige again, a small box now in her hand.

When she reached her, she held it out. “Here,” she said. “Open it.”

Paige looked at the box, then back at Azzi, suspicion flickering across her features. “Azzi…”

Azzi groaned, already anticipating the resistance. “Don’t be difficult.”

Paige huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking her head before finally lifting the lid. Her breath hitched when she saw the delicate silver necklace inside, a heart-shaped locket resting in the center. She blinked, stunned, before looking back up at Azzi, who was watching her with a soft smile.

“Open the locket,” Azzi said gently.

Paige carefully lifted the necklace from the box, her fingers grazing the cool metal as she unclasped the locket. Inside there was a small picture staring back at her—one of the first pictures they’d taken together. The memory was still so clear even though it seemed like two different versions of them.

A lump formed in Paige’s throat as her fingers trembled slightly, tracing the edge of the locket. No one had ever given her something like this before—something so thoughtful.

Azzi shifted beside her, watching her reaction closely. “You always say I make crowds and things like that easier,” she rambled. “So, I wanted to give you that—so you know I’m always there, even when I can’t be physically next to you.”

Paige took a long exhale, her chest tightening in a way she couldn’t quite explain. Slowly, she looked back up at Azzi, her blue eyes glistening.

“Baby…this is beautiful,” she whispered, her voice almost lost in the empty bus.

Azzi smiled and reached for the locket. “Here, let me put it on.”

Paige turned slightly, pulling her hair to the side as Azzi unclasped the necklace and carefully fastened it around her neck. Her fingers lingered for a moment, rubbing the back of Paige’s neck gently which only made her chest fill with more warmth.

When Paige let her hair fall back into place, her fingers found the locket resting against her shirt. She held it lightly, rubbing her thumb over the surface. “I love it,” she admitted, her voice softer than before, more vulnerable. “I love you.”

Azzi grinned, nudging Paige’s knee with her own. “I know.”

Paige rolled her eyes, a chuckle escaping her lips. “Bro you’re annoying.”

Azzi laughed, nudging her one more time. “I love you too, big head.”

They sat there for a moment in comfortable silence, both knowing they needed to head back inside. With a shared sigh, they stood, their fingers brushing briefly before Azzi stepped toward the door.

Just before they stepped off the bus, Paige gently grabbed Azzi’s wrist, stopping her in place. Azzi turned, a silent question in her eyes, but before she could say anything, Paige tugged her in, pressing a delicate kiss to her lips.

Azzi, of course, kissed her back, her hand resting on Paige’s hip, rubbing a few circles against her skin before she pulled away slightly. “You ready to go back to the chaos?”

Paige huffed out a laugh, shaking her head. “Not really,” she admitted.

Azzi grinned. “Too bad. I gotta go be the people’s princess.” With that, she grabbed Paige’s hand, giving it a quick squeeze before pulling her off the bus. As they neared the entrance, they made sure to drop their hands, slipping seamlessly back into the world that was waiting for them.

This time, though, Paige felt much better about everything.

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rafesfavgirl · 1 year ago

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jj maybank headcanons

pairing: bf!jj x fem!reader

context: jj maybank as your boyfriend.

words: 657

warnings: definitely +18. mdni. daddy issues, marijuana use, alcohol use, abandonment issues, attachment issues, physical and mental abuse, SMUT

jj's 100% the definition of a "golden retriever" boyfriend.

your relationship doesn't start out all sunshine and rainbows at first, though.

y'all were definitely a friends with benefits to lovers story.

at first, y’all kept it completely physical because you were both afraid of getting too attached and hurting each other.

jj felt like this, especially. he just didn’t think he was good enough for you.

but even when y’all were just fucking, he’d do the sweetest things for you. including making sure you were all cleaned up afterwards.

once you started dating though, the sweetness only amplified.

he doesn’t have much money, but he ALWAYS brings you flowers that he’s picked from somewhere—whether that be some kook’s garden, the country club, or even outside the chateau.

you are his absolute number one priority and the most important thing in his life.

you’re his ray of sunshine.

whenever things get bad at home with luke, you’re the first person he comes to.

when luke hits him and he shows up at your door with bruises, you nurse him back to health.

when luke talks down to him and makes him feel like a piece of shit, you reassure him that he’s not.

“you’re perfect, j. it’s not your fault.”

he’s terrified of losing you.

sometimes he thinks you’re going to see all his flaws and leave him just like his mom did. you always tell him otherwise, though.

“i’m not going anywhere, baby.”

when he gets anxious after all the pogues start fighting, you squeeze his hand three times and that makes him feel better.

he’s convinced he doesn’t deserve you.

he always takes you out on adventurous little dates—and sometimes, y’all get in trouble for it.

you’re his number one surfing buddy.

he was the one who taught you how to surf.

your family’s the family he’s never had.

he loves when your family invites him over for dinner and he gets to play with your little siblings, who absolutely adore him.

when you and the pogues smoke together, his favorite thing is when you hold the joint out in front of him and let him take a hit that way.

you always help him with his party trick when he tries to do it on the hms pogue.

you’re the only one who can keep up with him when it comes to taking shots and drinking. john b, pope, and kie always tap out.

sometimes you get insecure about his close friendship with kie, but he always assures you that it’s only you.

“i love you. you got that?”

his favorite nicknames for you are mama, princess, baby, and baby girl.

you’re the only one he’s ok with addressing him by his full name—jesse james.

don’t think everything’s perfect though, sometimes you fight too.

especially about guns. and jj getting into fights.

you always nurse him back to health regardless, but you hate when he gives in and scrambles with whoever.

fights are non-negotiable if someone says shit about you, though.

not only will he go against your wishes about him fighting, but he’ll make sure he wins.

speaking of jealousy, it doesn’t happen often, but he definitely still gets jealous every now and then. and he loves reminding you that you're his.

“you’re mine, princess.”

he’ll show you that in bed too.

and since it's jj, he's an ABSOLUTE FREAK in the sheets, and kinky as hell too.

he'll tie you up, eat you out, and make you cum over and over again until you beg him to stop.

he loves bending you over and fucking you while giving your ass a little smack.

he chokes you occasionally, but prefers pulling your hair.

he will lick anything off of you and tease your clit until you're squirming.

he definitely has a daddy kink too.

when you give him head, he loves giving you facials.

and his favorite position is your legs on his shoulders.

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ceilidho · 2 years ago

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prompt: Ghost only takes you half-seriously when you say you want to see other people. He has just the man in mind. tags: dubcon; threesome; anal (2.5k)

He doesn’t so much as twitch when you stumble over your words in an effort to get it out.

“I don’t think this is working,” you say, hands clenched into trembling fists at your sides. “I think we should start seeing other people.”

The only bit of it that Ghost really pays attention to is the fact that you decided to make this little announcement while he’s in the middle of taking apart and cleaning his gun at the kitchen table. His little spitfire girl. Not a lick of fear in you, just a fistful of attitude and snark. The attitude’s ensconced now in your trepidation, a bit smothered under it, nervousness a clear trill in your voice, making it warble, but it shows itself in the downward slant of your brows. Delightful girl.

“That right?” he grunts, jamming the lubricated cotton mop into the bore of the gun. You flinch at the sudden movement, nervous eyes trained on his hands. Ghost makes a note to apologize with his mouth later on.

“Yes,” you croak, then cough to clear your throat. “I’ve, um…I’ve been thinking about it for a while. I think it’ll be better for—for both of us. It’s just…it’s not working out.”

The cigarette dangling from between his lips stinks up the room. Poor girl, he thinks pityingly when you scrunch up your nose and eye it resentfully. Always trying to get him to quit. It’s just shit luck for you that he’s never been good at quitting things, at letting anything go. Everything he’s ever lived through clings to his skin like smoke.

He ashes it out in the little turquoise ceramic pot on the table, a trinket he’d once picked up in Tala'a Kebira years ago while in Morocco on some other business. You look marginally less irked with the cig put out, but that just means that more of his attention can focus squarely on you, which leaves you a bit wide-eyed under his stare.

“For a while, hm?” Ghost asks. It comes out teasingly, if only to him. The lilt in his voice is a tricky one to catch.

You nod; the note must have slipped through your hands like smoke. “There’s a girl I found online that’s studying abroad right now. Offered to sublet me her room while I look for a place. I thought maybe, um…maybe tomorrow I’d go.”

“Don’t worry about all of that,” he says, already dismissing the conversation from his mind. “Won’t be back for another week anyway—no reason for you to run off if I’m not even around.”

“Oh.” You shift from side to side, thinking it over. “I guess. How long will you be gone?”

“A week. Two weeks tops.” Plenty of time for him to sort out this mess. Figure out what exactly caused you to get all jumpy and eager to try out other people.

He smiles internally. Little bird probably just can’t stand how often he’s away, poor thing. It’d be enough to make any girl upset—the constant leaves of absence, gone months without being able to send word, showing up bruised and bloody on the doorstep only to have you fall to pieces trying to put him back together.

There are options though. He’s not opposed to adding someone new either—in fact, he has just the man in mind.

Ghost has been holding Johnny back because he always thought you preferred to just be with one man (and Christ, the whining he’d had to deal with from Johnny, always begging to see you or begging Ghost for even just your panties, anything at all because he was so desperate and Ghost wouldn’t let him have you), but now?

Now there’s no reason to hold Johnny by the collar when he comes over for dinner. Now there’s no reason to kick Johnny from under the table when he leans just a bit too close to you when you’re sitting down to eat, eyes locked on the glimpse of your chest peeking out of your shirt and damn near drooling on it. Now there’s no reason to listen to Johnny jack himself off to the point of tears while trying to get some shut eye on a mission, the only crumpled up photo that Ghost had ever allowed him to take cupped close to his face.

He really pitied the poor mutt before, no pretty girl at home, his only crush being his superior’s girl. But Ghost is magnanimous—he’s a generous man. If you want to see other people, he has the perfect puppy for you to play with.

When you smile, still a bit unsure, he has to smother a grin. “Okay. I’ll stay ‘till then and look.”

The look Johnny gives him when he brings it up is equal parts disbelief and fevered need. “Say that again, Lt?”

“You’re coming over after we wrap this shit up. Bird’s been asking about a third.”

He chokes, scrambling to his feet. The temporary base is damp, always on the frigid side of things so Johnny’s still in uniform for the most part, the fabric rustling in his haste to get up off his bed. It’s not a place either of them are eager to spend more time in than absolutely necessary. The lack of space means that the two of them are made to bunk together as always, sharing a room with two cots and a small en suite, the tub still wet from Ghost’s shower.

“Christ, yer serious? No joke, sir?”

Johnny pushes his head back into Ghost’s hand when Ghost reels him by the hair, dropping a firm close-mouthed kiss onto the centre of his forehead through the fabric of the mask. “She was clear about it. Why? Gettin’ cold feet on me now?”

“No, sir,” Johnny protests, shaking his head as much as he can in Ghost’s grip, eyes shimmering a bit. “I can bring over a bottle o’ wine if ye like. Somethin’ fancy to set the mood.”

Their closeness is not unusual; Johnny’s always been a tactile man, favouring touch over words. One of their small similarities; their shared modes of existing in the world. There’s a line in the sand where you’re concerned that Ghost has been clear on, but he’s used to always having a hand somewhere on Soap, keeping him close. Now, he gets to keep him even closer.

His bird really has the best ideas.

Ghost snorts, knocks their heads together. “Just bring yourself, pup.”

He ignores the way Johnny’s breath hitches, the way he hurries into the bathroom and slams the door behind him the second Ghost lets go. The frantic eager sounds from behind the door when the water runs, only muffling the loudest of his groans. He probably had his dick choked in his fist the second the door shut, a thick nut swirling down the drain within the first five minutes.

They ship out the next morning, exhausted from the week’s work. No amount of sleep out in the field is ever good enough, especially not in cots barely built to accommodate men of their size. Especially not Ghost. Johnny dozes off on his shoulder in the plane, sinking into a deep sleep to compensate for the hours spent tossing and turning the night before. Ghost uses the flight to get a headstart on his paperwork, enough so that he’s not held up on base when they land back home.

He doesn’t give you a heads up that he’s home earlier than planned; no need to give you enough time to pack a bag and schlep it over to that place you’d found. It’s better for everyone if you’re caught a bit off guard, just a little frazzled. Ghost’s not entirely unsympathetic—he knows you’ll overthink things if he gives you any time to yourself.

It’s endearing the way you gape up at him, eyes flitting between him and Johnny, when he finally makes it home. For the few times that Johnny’s been over, it’s not an everyday thing; his visits are always planned and strictly timed, Ghost monitoring him to make sure he doesn’t overstep his bounds. Seeing him with Ghost in your foyer must be strange, must put you on edge.

“Simon, you didn’t tell me you were—” you start and then pause, swallowing. You look over his shoulder at Johnny, smile stiff, uncomfortable. “Hi Johnny.”

You’re always a good girl, not wanting to argue in front of company.

“Heel,” Ghost says, steel in his voice when Johnny almost lurches from his side. The other man glances over at him with wild eyes, almost on the brink of disobeying, but he holds in the end and stays put. Ghost’s eyes soften when he looks back at you. “Have a nice week, pet?”

“Yes—sorry, I’m glad you’re home safe,” you say, flustered, taking his back from him to drop in the usual place in the hall. “I, um—” again, you eye Johnny nervously, unsure of how much you can say in front of him, “—I found a place…for…you know.”

“‘Course,” Ghost agrees, shucking his boots at the door and giving Johnny a shake by his coat until he does the same. “Missed you too, pet. C’mere.”

He muffles your protests with his mouth when he stalks forward and pulls you in for a wet kiss, rolling the mask up and off at the same time. You’re a bit stiff in his arms until he slips you some tongue and the resistance leaks out of you, helpless the second he gets his hands on you. Your eyes are still a bit misty when he pulls away, fingers clutched in the collar of his shirt like a reflex. Second nature to cling to him. His chest puffs up at the gesture.

“Thought about what you said the other week, bird, and you’re right.”

You blink, coherence coming back to you, shaking your head to divest yourself of the momentary confusion. “I am?”

“‘Course. Smartest girl in the world, isn’t she, Johnny?” Ghost asks over his shoulder, slipping a hand into your hair at the same time to hold you in place. It makes you frown, his actions not mirroring his words.

“Aye, sir,” Johnny hums, nodding eagerly. Boots off, he stumbles forward, crowding around you from the other side, not realizing that they’ve backed you into a wall until it presses against you, trapping you in place. “Bonnie ‘n sharp as a whip. Always thought so, sir.”

“That’s right,” he agrees, tightening his fingers in your hair until you squeal, brows furrowing in that way they do when you’re right on the precipice of pain and relief. “Only a smart, brave girl would ask for what she needs. You’re just lonely when I’m away, isn’t that right, pet?”

“I’m—I’m what?” you splutter, hands planted on Ghost’s chest, trying to push him away to no avail. He hardly notices it.

“Go on, Johnny,” Ghost murmurs. “Since she asked so nicely. Give her a kiss.”

That’s all his mutt needs to hear.

You huff and puff with the strain it takes to take Ghost’s cock after a week and a half away.

You’re always tighter when he comes back, an effort to work you up to taking him again; he lets Johnny get you prepped this time, slobbering all over your pussy in his eagerness, plugging you with three fingers before you’re even close to ready. He gets off on the way you howl, rutting his cock into the sheets of your bed while he keeps you pinned by a thick arm over your stomach.

Ghost has to scruff him after that. He takes over, running a soothing tongue over where it hurts until you cry big, fat tears and come a couple times. He makes sure you’re taken care of before it gets tough. You’re mindless by the time he moves off you to retrieve the lube from the bedside drawer, only coming back to yourself when he turns you over onto your belly and spreads the cheeks of your ass. It unwinds something in his chest to hear you yelp when he pushes a finger into your ass, like coming home.

This is why he does what he does: to get this when the job is done.

It’s not often he gets to do this, usually too big for you to take comfortably in your ass. Johnny’s not that much smaller, in fairness, so he works you up to two and then three fingers before lying down on the bed and pulling you over him. Your legs tremble when you straddle him, fingers digging into his chest when he lowers you onto his cock for the first time in a week.

“There we go,” he says, grunting when you pull his chest hair a little. “That’s a good girl. We just about done crying now?”

Ghost smiles when you shake your head stubbornly, eyes still filled with tears. “This isn’t what I meant, Simon.”

“You can cuss me out when Johnny’s done, alright? That make you happy?”

He almost chuckles when Johnny clambers back onto the bed in his haste to get his hands back on you, his pants still hanging off an ankle until he gives it a shake once his palms fit over your waist.

“Slowly, pup,” Ghost cautions, reaching around to spread a cheek. He coos when you flinch, whispering for you to relax.

Johnny’s eyes roll back into his head when he pushes in, hips stuttering forward until Ghost snarls and he stops, letting out a deep, shuddering breath to calm himself down. Even for Ghost, it’s intense; you tighten around him when Johnny pushes in, only letting up when he cups your cheek and draws you down for a kiss, loosening you up with his tongue.

“Sir, I can—fuck, fuck, fuck,” Johnny whines, back curving when he drops his head. “She’s so fuckin’ tight, I can—swear I can feel you, sir.”

He’s not wrong. Ghost swears he can feel it himself, Johnny’s cock in his pretty bird’s ass while his is stuffed deep in your cunt. You pant through the stretch, words half-croaked out, unintelligible. It’s better that way. He loves listening to you sing, but you’ve been in a right mood these past couple of weeks. Just needed a good lay to sort you out.

“Simon,” Johnny begs, thrusting forward until he bottoms out in you, making your pulse skyrocket. “I cannae breathe.”

“Yes, you can,” Ghost says dismissively, wiping at the drool slipping out of the corner of your mouth. “Give ‘er a sec and then you can move.”

“So, so, so hot. ‘M gonna come—”

He reaches behind you to wrap a hand around Johnny’s throat, giving it a squeeze. Johnny’s eyes bulge. “You don’t get to come until she does, pup. That’s all the time, got it?”

He doesn’t pay any mind to how Johnny nods and mumbles his little yes, sirs after that—he’s a grown man, maybe not as grown as Ghost, but man enough to compose himself until you stop trembling and sweating so hard.

It’d been a mite difficult to wrangle you into bed. He understands. He’d let you talk yourself red in the face about this not being what you meant by ‘seeing other people’, but Ghost hears the said and the unsaid. You wouldn’t be still in his house a whole week later if you really wanted to leave.

“Alright, pet,” he grins, running his thumb over your bottom lip until it drops open and you let him run it over your teeth. “Hang on now.”

#ceil writing #cod mw2 #cod x reader #soap x reader #simon ghost riley #cod simon riley #soap mactavish #ghost x reader #ghost cod #ghost/reader #ghost/soap/reader #ghoap x reader

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gimmethatagustd · 2 months ago

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streets | jjk

Jungkook was the prettiest when he looked up at you with his face twisted in fear.

Relationship: Jungkook x “crazy ex-girlfriend” Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Tags: Yandere, Blood, Torture, Non-Consensual Bondage, Exes, Stalking

Word Count: 800

A/N: Based on Streets by Doja Cat.

Jungkook was pretty.

He was pretty when he smiled and showed you his wide, innocent eyes that shone like galaxies condensed into a single soul.

He was pretty when he draped over you with his mouth open and his body tense as he came.

But you realized Jungkook was the prettiest when he looked up at you with his face twisted in fear.

“Are you comfortable, baby?” you cooed as you lifted your hand to trail your index finger along his jaw. The gag in his mouth added to his beauty, and the way his muscles bulged beneath the black ropes tied around his chest, waist, and thighs made him downright intoxicating.

You gave him a soft smile when he attempted to answer you - to complain, no doubt. He’d always been so ungrateful. Jungkook expected everything every boyfriend did: power in the relationship, sex whenever he wanted it, someone to care for him, unconditional love… and all for free!

It was cute, in the beginning.

Cute, like the way Jungkook mumbled around the gag. You ran your finger from his jaw to his lips. Such soft, pretty pink lips stretched over the ball shoved into his mouth. You’d found the gag in his bedroom. That part was funny because you were under the impression your boyfriend’s interests were completely vanilla.

“Can you speak up? I can’t hear you very well, baby.”

Jungkook strained against the rope that tied him to his kitchen chair. His new apartment was nice, you had to admit. Not as nice as the apartment the two of you shared before he walked out on you, but still nice. You wondered how he could afford it on his own.

With a sigh, you sat down across from Jungkook at the kitchen table. His dark eyes followed you, never once looking away even when you stared directly at him.

“Oh, Jungkookie.” You held your chin in your palm and propped your elbow onto the table’s surface. “I guess I need to take that cute little gag off of you if I’m going to ask you who the fuck this is.”

You tossed his phone onto the table and watched it flip a few times before landing in front of him, face up. A beautiful woman stared back at him. It was one of those selfies you knew girls like her could take one snap of and be satisfied with it. So flawless. So irresistible.

“That your new girlfriend, baby?”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes but didn’t make a sound. For months he’d paraded around like he didn’t give a shit. Like he was untouchable. Nothing you did was enough. Oh, but you had changed that, hadn’t you? He looked up at you with his face twisted in fear and you felt heat spread up your chest. He’d wanted to act like he didn’t feel but here he was, feeling. Because of you. He had cried and groveled and begged when you held the knife to his throat and forced him to strip. He cooperated because it was you.

“If you want to think with your dick, that’s fine, baby boy.” You reached over to unclasp the gag. The sound of it clattering to the floor rang out through the apartment, but you were more concerned with Jungkook’s ragged breathing. “But you have to suffer the consequences. Didn’t we talk about that? We all make choices in life.”

“What the fuck, Y/N!” Jungkook strained against his restraints even harder. “What the fuck are you doing!”

You rolled your eyes. It was his first chance to speak, and this is what he chose to say? You ripped the knife from where the tip was buried in the wooden table.

“I asked you a fucking question. More than one, actually.” Your smile was the odd one out when you pointed the knife in your boyfriend’s face and hissed.

“I already told you, me and Destiny are just friends. You’re being fucking psychotic right now.”

Destiny was such a funny name for the girl you knew Jungkook was fucking behind your back.

You tied Jungkook up so his hands were splayed out on top of the kitchen table, their palms flush against the surface. With the tip of the knife, you lightly traced over his ring finger with enough pressure to raise goosebumps across his forearms but not enough to break skin.

“I’m going to give you another opportunity to tell me the truth.”

Jungkook jerked back slightly, his eyes trained on the knife. “I’ve never lied to you.”

“Wrong,” you murmured quietly and brought the knife down to slice the skin between his index and ring fingers. You ignored his screams to focus on the drop of blood falling from your knife when you held it up. “Want to try again?”

#bts fanfic #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #bts angst #jungkook angst #gimmethatagustd #streets

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miss-oranje-disco-dancer · 6 months ago

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who will i say goodnight to when you're gone?

pairing: javi x reader

cws/tags: angst, smut, fwbs, p in v, oral

summary: you are javi are just coworkers who sleep together, nothing more

a/n: title is from cornflower blue by flower face

wc: 3.6k

thank you to @almostempty for beta reading!

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It’s easier this way.

That’s what you tell yourself.

Your job is your life, whether or not you want it to be, and it would be unfair to subject a partner to that. It’s not just long hours at the office, it’s the constant threat of death, worse, the way it percolates your mind even when you’re sleeping —something you struggle to do these days.

At face value, it might seem like you should date a coworker, someone who gets you, who already stands beside you every day. But who would be there to comfort you when panic comes over you in the middle of the night? Putting two agents in the same room just makes you both a more convenient target. Imagine, they could kill two lovebirds with only one raid.

Some might say you’re like rabbits in the bedroom, but you’re not enjoying the spring weather, sitting in a bed of flowers. Rain is beating down on the windows, adding to the summer humidity, and you only end up on Javier’s uncomfortable mattress about half the time.

Sometimes, it’s the living room couch after a glass of whiskey or three. Other times, you choose convenience and share the cramped shower, maybe on the sink afterwards if there aren’t any clean towels and you have to air dry. Sometimes, when Javier throws the condom in the trash, he sees the cotton balls covered with hydrogen peroxide and blood.

He says more when he’s inside you than he does when he patches you up. You patch him up too, and you can tell he tries not to wince every time even though your hands are gentle. He will clean the wounds you received from others, only to bruise you. Usually, it’s on your hips or your thighs, anywhere below the neckline.

It’s the kindest thing he can do for you.

He doesn’t make you beg because he knows you would. He doesn’t beg because he knows he doesn’t have to. You knock on his door and he knows what you want.

You did this sort of thing often. Sex, they call it. Friends with benefits, casually hooking up after a bad day at work or a drunken night out, better yet, a drunk night in — no need to pretend this is about having fun. This is stress relief. It’s less sustainable than the habit you’ve picked up of a shared cigarette afterwards, but it’s better for your lungs.

It started like a glass of wine after work. If one could be a sommelier of sex, it’d be Javi. A taste, another taste, another, and you learned quickly how every drink goes down smoother than the last. Until it doesn’t.

It was hot and heavy in the beginning. Javier loved when you wore pencil skirts and heels, he loved to shove your skirt up, rip your pantyhose, pull your panties to the side while you’re up against the kitchen counter. He’d run two fingers over your slit before pushing them both inside, making his fingertips slick when he rubbed your clit and taunted you for your wetness.

“Were you like this all day at work? Or did it just take a kiss to make you this wet?”

“All day,” you’d admit shamelessly. “I’m sure I wasn’t the only one who wanted this.”

“You’re right about that. I had to take an extra smoke break outside after you bent over in that slutty little skirt.”

“Did you do anything about it?”

“What do you think?” He’d press his hips up against your ass, still clothed but you could feel how hard he was.

“I think you should do something about it now.”

It was vulgar, it was gossip, it was a tidbit to dish out when you got tipsy with your girlfriends. You’d tell them all about how he fucked like no man ever had before and they’d beg for his number, but you’d never reveal his identity. He was more of a myth than a man.

Office romances are sexy, particularly the fictional ones, and in the books you browse to humor yourself on the occasion that you have some downtime, the characters always seem to get caught or fall in love or both, often both. These are horror stories wrapped up as fantasies. Getting caught fucking in the file room is bad, everyone knows that, but falling in love is certainly worse.

You only fucked in the office once, and fucked is a bit of an exaggeration as it was only a blowjob, preceded by a wager-less bet.

“What’s this?” Murphy asked, plucking the book from your purse.

Before you could snatch it from him, he read the title aloud, “Loving Is A Full-Time Job.”

“It’s nothing. It’s just a stupid book a friend recommended to me.”

He turned it over, skimmed through the reviews on the back. “Warning: there’s a lot of inside-her trading in this one.”

You were halfway between disgust and amusement, though you should’ve been thoroughly embarrassed. Regardless, you let him know, “I’m on page 104 and there hasn’t been anything inside her thus far.”

Of course, you’d only fed his appetite, and he flipped to the page you’re on.

“Read it out loud,” Javi chimed in. “You’ve piqued my interest.”

So, he did. He read out the scene of the financial advisor getting sucked off by his colleague while he’s taking a phone call.

“Totally unrealistic,” Murphy remarked. “No way they wouldn’t have gotten caught.”

“Nah,” Javi said. “You just don’t have a good poker face. I guarantee you I could pull it off.”

“Maybe you can invite one of those ‘CIs’ to the office and try it out,” you said, patronizingly to hide the arousal you felt at the idea.

You assumed the discussion had ended when Murphy left the room and returned the book to you.

“Is someone a bit jealous?” Javi taunted.

“No, I am not jealous of your whores.”

“You sure? You really looked like you were enjoying that book earlier. Were you thinking about performing a scene with your sexy coworker?”

“I think you’re projecting, Javier.”

You could see the mischief in his eyes, daring you to do something.

“We would one hundred percent get caught even if we tried.”

“No. I’m great under pressure. I can keep a straight face. Swear.”

You glanced towards the door and saw no one in the hallway. “Are you serious right now?” you asked.

He said nothing, just pulled out his chair, letting you climb under his desk. You grimaced at him, but you’d made your choice already.

“You owe me,” you said before unbuckling his belt.

“You want me to do the same for you? Because you know I will.”

“No, I don’t want to risk getting in trouble twice, thank you very much.”

“I figured. You can’t seem to keep quiet whenever I—” he cut himself off with a groan when you took him as far as you could without gagging.

“What were you saying?” you asked, pulling back with a string of spit still connecting your lips to his tip.

He made the mistake of looking down to see your pretty face when your lips found their way to his cock again. He bit his fist to hold back the groan you could hear in your own head, pulling it from a memory, which only served to make you want him more.

As much as you would’ve loved to see Javi break, you knew you shouldn��t try. Murphy’s the only one who re-entered the room — and seemed relatively unbothered by your absence — still, you didn’t need him to see this.

Only Javi gets to see you like this.

It was glorious to see him come like this — for you — despite his victory. It was miserable to sit on the tiled floor for over an hour, particularly when you were so close to the man you wanted more than anything else.

In the parking lot, you learned he wanted you even more than you wanted him, and sprawled out on his couch, he proved it to you.

“Just made me want you more,” he murmured. “Seeing you like that.”

“You wanna see me like that again?”

“No, I need to make you feel good.”

With that, he yanked your pants down along with your panties. While one hand stroked your g-spot, the other was clamped over your mouth because his tongue does dangerous things, and you couldn’t get another noise complaint.

It was routine like any other, the typical progression you learn as ‘bases’ in adolescence. Unlike baseball, it did not last nine innings. He took you over the edge quickly, not sparing any time. When you opened your eyes, he was already ripping the foil packet with his teeth.

You passed a cigarette back and forth in silence until your feet hit the floor and you gave him the classic, “see you at work.”

After a typically stressful day, you knock on his door and are greeted by only his voice, not his face. You have a key to his apartment. He doesn’t need to let you in, you can do that yourself, but it still strikes you as rude. Are you really a guest in his home anymore?

You made yourself look sort of presentable, a bit more fuckable, in the traditional sense. Before walking down the steps to his apartment, you changed your dress into one that’s easier to pull up or down, prepared to let him take you however he wanted.

But, when you open the door, there’s a cigarette in his left hand and a glass of whiskey in his right. There is nothing left of him to hold you.

He’s shirtless, his pants are on, but they’re unzipped. Your skin is a bit dewy because it’s hot outside, but his sweat is unmistakable. You’re looking at him and he’s looking at you, but he notices you noticing first. Though, what is there to notice about you?

Your mouth opens before the words come out.

“I’m gonna go,” you say, pivoting on your heels.

“Why?” he asks.

What angers you most is that he’s asking for an explanation when he already knows the answer.

“I feel like I shouldn’t be here right now.”

“There’s no one else here.”

“I didn’t think you’d invite me in if there was.”

He nods, so you nod back. This time you’re looking into each other’s eyes, and seeing each other, deeper than before, but something is still missing, something that you do not find until much later in whatever' ‘relationship’ you have with him.

“Goodnight, Peña,” you say as you leave, really intent on it this time.

But if you didn’t want him to know, you wouldn’t have given him the hint. You call him ‘Javi’, maybe ‘Javier’, but you don’t call him by his last name, not even in the office.

“So that’s how it is, huh?” he calls after you. “You’re pissed at me?”

“No, I’m not.”

“You’re not happy.”

“Are you really going to make me say it? You know exactly why I’m leaving.”

“I thought we knew how to talk to each other. I don’t hold shit back from you.”

You scoff, turn your head to the door like it’ll open and the wind will carry you away.

“You just slept with someone else,” you say, gesturing to his body, only looking him in the eyes because that’s the one place that seems untouched.

“And? I didn’t know there was an exclusivity clause in this deal.” Deal, he calls it with a finger pointed between the two of you, almost accusatory now.

“There isn’t. I don’t care if you sleep with other women.” Except you do. “I’d just rather you shower in between.”

“I can go shower if you care that much.”

“I don’t care if you shower or not.”

“You just said that you did.”

“I said that I’m not having sex with you because—”

“Because you’re mad at me — unjustifiably, by the way.”

“I’m not mad at you. I’m just a human-fucking-being.” You should leave, but you don’t. “What if you came over and I had obviously just had sex with some other man? Wouldn’t you leave?”

“No. I wouldn’t give a fuck because I know I’d fuck you better.”

You’re seething, one fist strangling the strap of your purse and the other balled into a fist. You think about hitting him, but you wouldn’t, couldn’t, shouldn’t. He’s right, he hasn’t technically done anything wrong.

“Fine.” You stomp towards him and he stubs out his cigarette, like he’s making space in his hands for you.

You stand in front of him, look down, and say only one word: “shower”. You point towards his bathroom, and he goes along with it. He rarely submits to you. It’s not really his thing, he’d say. But, he returns with a towel around his waist and his skin dewy with something new. Plus, a condom between two fingers and a face that pisses you off even further. Cocky, per usual.

You can see the smart remark before it comes out of his mouth, and you shush him. “You don’t speak, you don’t touch me, you do exactly as I say, or I’ll leave. Got it?”

“I thought you wanted to show me how you could fuck me better.”

“I never said that. Those were your words. This is for me. Not for you.”

“Have at it,” he says, dropping the towel before falling back onto the sofa.

You could taunt him for being hard but this isn’t about him. Not at all. This is about finding some way to hurt him the way he’s hurt you — really, if you plan to even the score, you’ll have to make him do it all himself.

But when you walked in, he was satisfied, worn out, in an unusually peaceful state. Now, he’s won again. He gets to have you, to know that you still want him even when he wants other women.

You suck on his collarbone, the nape of his neck, up to the point just below the neckline of the shirt he’ll wear to work tomorrow. If you were braver, you’d mark him up higher. But he’s not yours, no one else can know about this. Except for that woman. Whoever she may be. If she comes around in the next few days, she’ll see the bruise, she’ll know.

His moans are shameless. You suppose, no matter how hard you try, you can’t make him feel the same insecurity. But he leans his head back, exposing more skin, almost daring you to do it. He doesn’t know that you prepared yourself a bit for this, but you shove two fingers in his mouth and drag them over your slit so you can act like you’re not already as wet as you are.

You sink down effortlessly, take him all inside you, set your own pace. You only touch him to dig your nails in, to bite him, to put your hands around his neck just to see if he’d let you choke him. But you don’t dare squeeze.

There were two possible outcomes in your mind: one, you would make sure you came first, and immediately retreat from him, leave without a word, or, two, you could make him come first and keep going until the point of complete overstimulation, you could make him beg and cry. But, his stamina is too good, and you end up at a standstill, you’re both holding back, waiting for the other to break. Your breath is heavy and ragged but you bite back every moan until one slips and it’s his fucking name, a sob. He lifts his head, which had lolled back long ago, says to you softly, like he’s not breaking the rules if he’s quiet, “let me help you.”

Javier Peña always gets to be the hero.

It’s so goddamn genuine. It’s your own battle you’re fighting against no one, but he tells you that you’ve won. That it’s fine to give in, that you’ve done well at whatever it was you wanted to do.

You just nod — it’s your turn to stay silent because, as you both know, every word you say can and will be held against you.

He flips you over so gently, gracefully, has you crying through languid thrusts.

“Just let go.”

“No, you first.”

“I will, baby, I will.”

Baby, baby, baby. He doesn’t call you that because he’s not allowed to — that is one of the few rules. It’s not the word itself, but the way he says it. It’s not ‘my love’ or ‘my wife’, but you can hear devotion creep into his tone and it’s dangerous. It feels like he’s reserved the word for you, like it belongs to you just as much as your own name does.

“Mm-mm. You first.”

“Baby, I need to see you come first. I need to feel it. Please.”

Please. That’s it. Politeness — you wouldn’t have thought Javier had it in him. When you come, you know you’ve won.

You cling to him for dear life as you cry out his name, and he insists, “I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

When you put your clothes back on, you notice he looks more worn out than he did when you arrived and that’s good enough for you.

“Are we good now?” he asks.

“Yes. See you at work,” you say.

Which is how it always ends.

You file it under ‘things we’re not going to talk about’ — it’s a simultaneous, mutual action, but you don’t say a word to each other about it because we’re not going to talk about it.

What happens in the bedroom — proverbially — stays in the bedroom because it would be too complicated otherwise.

Until the night he shows up at your doorstep, looking more disheveled than ever. The word ‘please’ only gets halfway out of his mouth before yours shuts him up.

You want to take care of him tonight. You drop to your knees, silently offering. But, he pulls you up to your feet.

“You don’t want me to—”

“I want to kiss you.”

It’s not that you never kiss. You just don’t kiss like that, like wanting, like longing — still needy, but with an adoration you cannot face.

Maybe Javier kisses because it’s the one form of intimacy that doesn’t force you to look the other person in the eye. Eyes are the window to the soul, they say. Javi’s eyes contain a softness that you cannot find outside of warm summer nights that exist so far in space and time that you can barely reach the memories. He holds hope in his entire body — hope isn’t usually a pretty little thing that Emily Dickinson said it was — it’s hardened and stubborn, it is the fucking metal bars that keep him here in Colombia despite it all. But, there is something kinder hidden, a flicker, something you haven’t seen in the mirror since you were a child. It’s something more than hope.

Taking care of Javier is letting him give himself to you, listening to every noise you make and repeating whatever he did to hear it the first time so he could hear it again. It’s making you come twice, the road to each orgasm drawn out, leaving tears in your eyes when it finally hits you. It’s pretending not to hear him say your name after a muffled whimper when he finally lets himself come.

He undresses before getting into your bed because he doesn’t want to carry whatever sweat, blood, and guilt that stained his clothes.

Rarely would you see him like this, so vulnerable — only when you were atop him, and though you’d always see a second sense of release whenever you ended up in that position, he would insist it isn’t his favorite.

Javier’s favorite position is the one you spend most of the night in — missionary, the type of sex you’re supposed to have on your wedding night when you lose your virginity to your soulmate, the love of your life, and maybe Javi sees it that way.

It’s not like that, it can’t be. You’re coworkers, you’re sleepy and he’s exhausted. He needs you to help him sleep. And this time it has nothing to do with an orgasm. When he decides he should stand up, he lingers by the bed.

You’re both too scared to be the one to ask, so no one asks, instead, you tell him: “stay”.

It’s quiet, like maybe you can get him to believe no one ever said it. But not weary, you’re strong even in your weakness. At your most vulnerable, you are commanding.

So, he does. He resigns himself to the fact that he is powerless in the face of such sincerity. He needs to sleep, so he does — entangled with you, naked still.

In the morning, you want to say, “Let me go make some coffee” or “Get back in bed” or “I love you”, but none of those words have the chance to leave your mouth before Javi reaches the door.

“See you Monday,” he says.

You see him before that, though, in a dream, then a nightmare, then a memory, and a glimpse of him getting into his car and driving away.

And, as promised, you see him on Monday. His fingertips that ran along your skin fumble over the keys on his typewriter, he holds the phone between his head and his shoulder — where you should’ve left a mark, his lips that kissed you only days ago wrap around the last cigarette in the pack. There is nothing left for him in his desk drawer. He stubs it out in the ashtray next to him. If Javier knows one thing it is how to light a flame and turn it to dust before your eyes.

#javier peña x reader #javier pena fic #javier pena smut #javier peña #javier pena x reader #javier peña smut #javier pena fanfiction #miss oranje fics

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redrose10 · 1 year ago

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Yoongi x Female Reader. Soulmate AU

Summary: There’s no one on this planet you hate more than your coworker/secret crush Min Yoongi. He’s an arrogant, rude, womanizer who gets under your skin every single shift and you can’t wait for your day to be over so you can get away from him. Unfortunately when Jimin, your caseworker from The Ministry of Adoration, shows up offering you both a raspberry jam filled cookie, things take a surprising turn for the worst and you can no longer get away.

Warnings: Swearing, hints of smut (nothing graphic or really detailed), a little angst, Yoongi gets around, small hint to homophobia, mentions a guy not taking no for an answer, almost sexual assault. Might get updated later

Tag list: @kam9404 @yoongisducky @farfromsugafanfic @welcometomyworld13 @viankiss @ktownshizzle @bear8585

Honestly not my strongest work on this chapter but it is what it is…I think there will be one more chapter after this.

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Chapter 4- Sparkling Cider & Strawberry Pie

Word Count: 4,616

“This is my friends place. She’s on vacation for the next week so no one will be here.”, you said walking into the one bedroom apartment.

If Yoongi was going to just throw everything away to get his dick wet then you were going to show him just how little you cared, even if it meant putting on an act. Because that’s what you both did best. Instead of talking like competent adults you were apparently just playing a game of who could hurt the other one more while acting like they didn’t care.

You still weren’t going to let him sleep with someone in your bed though so that’s how you ended up taking them to Mina’s place. You knew you were going to have to get on your hands and knees and beg for forgiveness before you pay to deep clean her entire apartment and then you’ll probably be paying for her dinner and drinks for the next 35 years, but at that moment you didn’t care.

Rose happily bounced into the room taking a seat on the bed. Yoongi stopped in front of you just before entering the room.

“Y/N why are you doing this?”, he whispered.

You licked your lips afraid to look at him because you didn’t want him to see your tears, “Doing what? You clearly texted her so you could fuck her. I’m just helping you out.”

He stared at you unable to move away any farther.

“The room is pretty small, but I’d suggest moving the bed a little closer to the door if you can, just to be safe. I’ll wait out here.”, you said turning to take a seat on the floor.

“Y/N”, he said barely loud enough for you to hear.

“Yooooonnngggiiii are you coming?”, Rose screeched from inside the room.

“Go Yoongi. You have better things to do.”,

you said pulling your phone and earbuds out of your purse refusing to make eye contact.

You waited, secretly hoping he’d sit down next to you or even better reach for your hand and pull you away to go home, but instead out of the corner of your eye you saw his legs carry him into the room the door closing behind him.

Not wanting to hear anything you quickly found a movie to watch on your phone to drown out the sounds and leaned back against the wall to settle in.

You hadn’t even made it through the opening credits when you felt a small breeze beside you from the force of the door being swung open. You looked up to see Rose storming past you with mascara running down her face, a sight you were used to seeing.

You got up to see Yoongi sitting on the bed, his hands folded in his lap.

“Well that must be a new record, even for you.”, you chuckled trying to lighten the mood.

“I mean did you even get your pants all the way unzipped.”, you added.

You expected him to reply with some snarky or hurtful comment or even straight out tell you to fuck off like he usually would, but he remained silent.

Looking him over that’s when you noticed he didn’t have the usual red tint to his cheeks that he normally had after he was finished getting off. His hair was still perfectly in place and he didn’t seem to be out of breath in the slightest.

“What happened Yoongi?”, you asked sitting down next to him.

“I asked her to leave.”

“Why did you even ask her to meet up then?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know. At the time I was really angry that you were going on a date with Han. I guess I just wanted to hurt you too.”

“Okay? I wish I could say I’m surprised but this sounds like a very you thing to do. Why did you change your mind though?”

“Your date with Han went bad and then the two of us were having such a good time. I just forgot to text her and cancel. Then she showed up at the market and I don’t know. I just fucked up. I realized I never wanted to hookup with her to begin with. So I asked her to leave and told her I was deleting her number because our arrangement was over with. I don’t want to keep doing this to her either.”

“Oh well I’m sorry.”, you whispered.

He chuckled, “What are you sorry about? You didn’t do anything wrong other than trying to let two strangers fuck on Mina’s bed.”

“Yeah let’s not tell her about this. And I don’t know. I guess I’m sorry you didn’t get the girl tonight.”

Yoongi looked you over. He still wanted to confess and kiss you, but he definitely knew doing in on your best friends bed that he almost fucked another woman on was not the place.

“Yeah, wouldn’t be the first time.”, he said standing up and motioning for you to follow after him.

“Sooooo how’s it going?”, Jimin asked taking a seat across from the two of you at the pizza restaurant he insisted you meet him at.

You and Yoongi both knew that he already knew what had happened thanks to his weird Jimin senses that he refused to explain.

“Fine. Just fine.”, Yoongi lied.

“Riiiiiiggghht”, he said handing you a slice of pizza.

“You guys have one week left. You do realize that right? Or am I the only one that is worried about this?”, he continued.

“We know. We’re sorry.”, you said.

Jimin chewed down his bite of pizza before shaking his head, “Don’t apologize to me. Once this next week is over I’ll move on to the next, but you two will have to deal with the consequences.”

You both agree before finishing up the rest of your pizza in silence.

As the three of you headed for the exit Jimin pulled you aside motioning for Yoongi to turn around, “Look, I think you two are trying too hard while not trying hard enough. You’re doing the wrong things. Sometimes love is hidden in the simplest of things.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion as you watched him give you a wink before he turned and patted Yoongi on the head before heading down the street.

“I hate him.“, Yoongi mumbled next to you getting a snort on your end.

The following couple of days went by just as always. You went to work. You and Yoongi followed each other around like lost puppies, then you went home and sat on the couch.

The entire time you had Jimins words replaying in your head. Maybe you had been doing too much. Trying to be too over the top.

You turned to look at Yoongi who was way too invested in some documentary about the history of shrimp fishing.

Before you could think your mouth started, “Go on a date with me.”

“Huh?”

You rolled your eyes, “Go on a date with me. But a simple no frills not over the top date. Just the two of us. We can even stay here.”

“Oh oh okay yeah sure. That sounds good.”, he said still confused.

You smiled before turning your attention back to the tv.

You knew that Yoongi’s favorite color was white which is exactly why you chose a white sundress with some lace detailing for your stay at home date. When you finally gave him the okay to turn around his mouth dropped open, “Wow Y/N, you look beautiful.” Feeling your cheeks heat up you insisted that you both go eat dinner before it got cold. Yoongi followed closely behind you into the kitchen.

“Can you grab the bottle out of the fridge”., he asked setting down two wine glasses.

“Wow really sprung for the good stuff there”, you said waving around the bottle of sparkling cider.

“The grocery store wouldn’t deliver alcohol. It was the best I could do.”, he said matter of factly.

You both sat at the table and enjoyed a great dinner. The atmosphere felt light and cheery. Much different than it had been lately.

Afterwards you decided to move over to the couch. Yoongi sat a piece of strawberry pie down in front of you.

“This is amazing!”, you said taking a bite.

Yoongi wasn’t much of a sweets guy so he didn’t get a slice for himself, but you still tried to feed him a bite of yours.

Unfortunately, he moved at the wrong time ending up with a smear of whipped cream going across his cheek.

“I’m so sorry.”, you laughed watching as he faked disgust.

“It’s fine.”, he said quickly taking a little of the whipped cream and smearing it across your cheek too, “Now we’re even.”

“I don’t think so.”, You said wiping a bit of strawberry jelly against his forehead.

“Oh so you want to play that game then?”, he asked.

Before you knew it he had pushed you back on the couch straddling your waist as he placed little dots of whipped cream and strawberry jelly across your face.

You had your eyes closed in a fit of laughter and when you opened them you realized his lips were mere inches away from yours. All it would take would be for you to lean in and finally get that kiss. Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest and you hoped he felt the same.

Just as you began to move you heard his phone ring from the coffee table next to you.

He peeked over before carefully getting up and grabbing the phone. “I’m so sorry Y/N. This is a really really important call. I have to answer it.”, he said moving to the side.

You nodded before sitting up and sorting yourself out. As you wiped away the mess you listened in on his conversation,

“Yes sir”

“Thank you sir”

“I can definitely do that”

“I will 100% be there”

“That is no issue”

“Thank you again”

He sat back down next to you with the biggest gummy smile you had ever seen.

“Good news I’m guessing.”

He chuckled, “Uh yeah. That was a record exec in LA. I sent them one of my mixtapes a while ago and they actually like it. They want me to come out there to sign a deal. I could release a whole album. Fuck Y/N. This is everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”

You felt a mix of emotions hearing him talk like that. You were happy for him of course. You’d always known he was talented even if you didn’t want to admit it. And you knew how hard he worked at it. You’d personally seen him working on music at all hours of the night over the last couple weeks.

But you also couldn’t help but feel a little sad, a little hurt, maybe a touch scared.

Yoongi was going to be moving to the other side of the world. Getting rich and famous. He’d meet a beautiful model or something and forget all about little old Y/N who worked in a cafe back home.

“Y/N Is that okay?”, he asked waking you from your daydream.

“I’m sorry. Is what okay?”

“We should have a party here to celebrate. Since it’s your place I wanted to make sure it was okay with you though.”

You forced a smile, “Oh sure that’s okay. Sounds great. Congratulations by the way.”

“Thanks! I have to call Hobi. He’s going to be so excited.”

And you watched him dial his friends number before excitedly telling him the news as you silently pulled the plate of strawberry pie onto your lap. You took another bite, but it just didn’t taste as good any more.

The following days were spent preparing for the celebratory party. Food was ordered, Jungkook was on alcohol duty, and you and Yoongi rearranged the apartment to give more space while also hiding away any of your valuables.

Things had been a little tense between the two of you since that night. Yoongi tried several times to get you to tell him what was wrong, but you didn’t want to kill his mood. Which is also why you hadn’t brought up the big issue that was weighing on your mind as in what’s going to happen with this whole soulmate situation if you two don’t fall in love and kiss within the next 24ish hours.

Your apartment was filled to the brim with people, most of whom you didn’t know. You recognized Hoseok and Jungkook. They were pleasant as always, even thanking you for taking Yoongi off their hands the last couple weeks. Namjoon was there too which you were excited about.

Yoongi spent the evening talking it up with all of his friends. You had no idea just how well liked he actually was considering he spent the first part of your relationship making your life hell.

You watched as woman after woman came up to flirt with him. They’re hands running along his body, whispering things in his ears. Yoongi had been desirable before, but now that he had potential to become a famous rich musician it seemed like every girl in the city wanted a chance. And the worst part was it seemed like he was loving it. He hadn’t even looked in your direction for more than a second the whole night and those times were only to check and make sure you were in a reasonable distance.

You were forced to watch him dance with woman after woman. His hands roaming their bodies. Each time you felt your heart crack a little more to the point even the alcohol wasn’t helping.

“I’ think I’m a bit overdressed.”, a familiar voice said next to you.

You lightly chuckled., “Yeah I don’t think anyone else here can afford Versace.”

Jimin took a sip of his drink before spitting it back in the plastic cup disgusted, “Yuck. This is why I never come to house parties.”

He looked over and easily noticed your sour mood, “Why don’t you just tell him how you feel?”

“I don’t want him to miss out on this opportunity. Plus it’s clear he doesn’t feel the same.”

“I don’t know. I think he does. I think he’s just a little inarticulate.”

You looked over at Jimin with confusion written all over your face and he laughed, “It was a nice way of saying he’s just a little dumb.”

“You really think so?”

“Well yeah I mean no one can be that attractive, that talented, AND that smart. You only get two…Well other than me of course.”

You rolled your eyes but laughed along with him, “I meant do you think he really likes me.”

“You guys only have 24 hours Y/N. You need to finish this.”, he said before giving you a nod and heading out the door leaving you won’t more questions than answers.

You knew he was right. This whole time you had been waiting on Yoongi, but maybe you should just make the move.

So you downed the rest of your drink to gain a little more courage before turning to Yoongi.

He was clearly tipsy judging by the slight sway of his body as he talked to one of his friends so you hoped he’d even comprehend what you were about to do. You knew you should probably wait, but if you didn’t do it now then it would never get done

“Okay I can do this.”, you whispered to yourself as you inched closer to him.

Just as you were about to reach for his arm another woman stepped in front of you placing her hands around his neck pulling him in to dance. He reached for her hips pulling her closer against his body.

You looked on in shock realizing that it was over. That he didn’t love you and Jimin didn’t know what he was talking about and there was nothing you could do besides wait and see how your life was determined the next day.

Licking your lips you sulked back to your chair a couple feet away and prayed for time to fly by.

As you sat reading the label of your beer bottle for probably the 300th time you jumped slightly when you felt someone sit down next to you., “I’ve noticed you haven’t moved around much this evening. A pretty girl like you should be dancing around and getting all the attention.”

“Guess I’m just not really in a dancing mood right now.”, you replied.

“Well how about we change that? I’m Minho by the way.”

You shook his hand, “Y/N.”

“So about that dance?”

You really weren’t in any mood to socialize let alone dance, but you hadn’t moved from the chair in what felt like hours. Yoongi barely acknowledged you. And Minho was really cute and seemed nice so you figured why not.

“Okay yeah. Let’s dance.”, you exclaimed taking his hand and pulling him towards the dance floor making sure to stay within range of Yoongi who was busy talking to Hoseok. It looks like he had sobered up quite a bit meaning you wouldn’t have to spend the night taking care of him which you were thankful for.

Minho placed a hand on your waist, “I hope your boyfriend doesn’t get mad that we’re dancing.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Really? Because I’m pretty sure that guy over there has mentally stabbed me in the face

30 times by now.”

You turned to see Yoongi glaring at you. You didn’t know why he looked so pissed when he’d been dancing with other women all night.

“He’s no one. Don’t worry about him.”, you replied sadder than you had intended.

You danced with Minho for a few songs before realizing he was getting touchier and touchier making you uncomfortable. Dancing was one thing, but you had absolutely no intention of going any further.

“Come on Y/N, let’s go to the bedroom.”, he whispered in your ear.

You shook your head, “No thanks”.

“Aww come on baby. I know you want it.”

You shook your head again before trying to walk away.

Minho grabbed your wrist and harshly pulled you towards him, “I said we’re going to the bed room and that’s it. I don’t give a fuck what you want.”

You could feel the fear building as he started dragging you towards the hallway. The farther you got away from Yoongi the more you could feel that familiar stabbing pain in your chest until it hit you hard. You doubled over in pain taking away your ability to fight off Minho any more making it easier for him to drag you down the hall.

Yoongi also felt the familiar pain doubling over before looking around and noticing you were nowhere to be found.

He did his best to get to his feet ignoring the concerned looks from his friends and headed towards the bedroom just in time to find you on the bed with Minho kneeling over you.

Immediately Yoongi noticed the look of fear in your eyes surrounded by your tear stained cheeks.

“This room is taken.”, Minho spat at Yoongi.

In that moment he saw red. Before you could react Yoongi’s fist connected with the side of Minhos face causing him to fall to the ground.

“Get the fuck out of here. If you ever even think about coming near Y/N ever again I swear on everything I’ll make you regret the day you were born.”

You watched as Minho scrambled to his feet before running out the door.

Yoongi turned his attention to you, “Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?”

You shook your head, “Do you know that guy?”

“No I have no clue who he is. I think the party got a little out of control.”

You nodded before Yoongi grabbed your hand pulling you back into the living room, the last place you wanted to be.

He kept a protective hand on your back as he turned on the lights and switched off the music, “Alright party’s over. You don’t have to go home, but you have to get the fuck out of here.”

Only a few took him seriously while the rest stood around thinking he was joking.

“Now!”, he growled throwing an empty beer bottle against the wall ending with glass shattering everywhere. With groans and complaints people started slowly filing out of your little apartment.

Jungkook and Namjoon offered to stay back and help clean up but Yoongi tasked them with getting a very drunk Hobi back home safely instead.

So you started grabbing bottles and trash ready to get things cleaned up until Yoongi stopped you.

“Let’s just leave it until the morning.”

You shook your head, “I’d rather get it done now.”

But with his insistence you threw away what you had grabbed and went to get your nightly routines completed.

Neither of you said much the entire time until you got in bed and were under the covers.

“I’m sorry.”, Yoongi spoke.

“What for this time?”

“I don’t know. A lot I guess. Right now I’m sorry that I wasn’t there to protect you tonight. I should’ve been paying more attention to you. Then that guy never would’ve even had the opportunity to get that close.”

You shook your head, “I can handle myself. If it wasn’t for the chest pain I would’ve punched him first.”

He laughed and you continued, “It’s not your fault. You were celebrating and having a good time. You shouldn’t be worried about what I’m doing.

You let the room fall into a comfortable silence for a while before speaking up again, “I’m sorry too.”

“What for?”

“I don’t know. Asking Han out just to get back at you was pretty shitty.”

“Yeah, but I deserved it.”, he chuckled.

“I’m sorry.”, he said once again causing you to laugh, “Okay and why are you sorry this time?”

He stayed silent for a while staring at the ceiling before taking a deep breath, “I’m sorry that I’ve been so mean to you pretty much the whole time we’ve known each other. I guess I was just really hurt that you stood me up that one night and I never got over it. But I see how childish that was of me and I am really sorry. For everything.”

Your head swiveled in his direction so quickly you thought you pulled a muscle, “Stood you up? I never stood you up.”

“Yeah you did. That night we were supposed to go out to dinner. Remember? After I spilled coffee all over you?”

He chuckled to himself, “I sat at that restaurant for over two hours. I really liked you and I just didn’t want to believe that you’d do that to me. That’s uh actually how I met Rose. She was one of the waitresses that night.”

You had a million thoughts going through your mind. Surely this has to be some stupid game he was playing.

You lifted yourself up a little to get a better look over at him, “Yoongi I promise you I didn’t stand you up. My dad had a heart attack while he was at work and was headed in for emergency surgery. I texted you that I wasn’t going to be able to make it because of my dad and that I really wanted to reschedule. YOU were the one that never responded or even bothered to ask how my dad was doing and then YOU just started treating me like crap. That really hurt Yoongi because I really liked you too.”

He also pushed himself up to get a better view of you before continuing, “Y/N, I’m sorry that happened, but I never got any text from you.“

Grabbing your phone in anger you started scrolling all the way back through your messages to prove a point. You don’t know why he was trying to rile you up, but you weren’t going to have it.

It took a few minutes, but you got all the way back to that date. You’ll never forget it.

“I know it’s here. You texted me and said you were on your way to the restaurant. I said okay great. Then I texted you and said that my mom just called and said my dad was rushed to the hospital so I cant make it, but I really want to set up another date.”

When you got to the date you were looking for you shoved the phone in his face proudly until you heard him clear his throat, “Y/N read your messages. You didn’t send any of that to me.”

Quickly you flipped the phone around staring in horror as he was right. You had never texted him.

“No no no. I know I sent the message.”, you whimpered feeling tears forming.

“Y/N it’s okay. Let’s just forget about it. It’s in the past and I’m over it.”

As you sat staring at your phone a lightbulb went off. When you first met Yoongi you simply had his number saved in your phone as Yoongi. You also had one of your old friends saved as Yoon-Jung. Quickly you tapped on that contact and just as you expected still unsent sitting there in the text box was the message you thought you had sent to Yoongi. In all of your panic of that night and the following days you never realized that you’d never actually sent it to Yoongi. So I’m his end it seemed like you really did stand him up.

Between the exhaustion from everything and what happened with Minho you were unable to contain your emotions wrapping your arms around Yoongi’s neck and crying into you shoulder, “I’m so sorry. I really didn’t mean to stand you up. I really really thought I texted you.”

Soothingly he rubbed circles on your back, “It’s okay. I was the idiot that couldn’t let it go and just man up and ask you what happened.“

You continued to cry into his shirt as he tried his best to calm you down.

“How is your dad doing now? He hasn’t come into the cafe in a while.”

You smiled, “He’s a lot better. My mom doesn’t let him have much caffeine any more.”

He chuckled before continuing to try and soothe you.

When you were finally calming down and we’re left with just a few sniffles here or there he pulled away so he could get a better look at you.

“You know what bothers me the most out of this whole situation?”, he asked.

“What?”

“This whole time I’ve had you saved in my phone as Hot Coffee Girl, but you have me saved as Demon Kitty.”

“Yeah well I thought it was a lot nicer than Asshole Coffee Prick which was my first choice.”, you replied getting a laugh out of both of you.

After the laughter died down you looked and noticed he was staring at you.

“What?”, you asked feeling shy suddenly.

“Did you mean what you said?”

“About you being the Asshole coffee prick?”

He laughed, “No about you really liking me?”

You nodded, “Yeah did you mean what you said?”

“Yeah. I also meant what I said about you being the hot coffee girl.”

You leaned in a little closer, “So then should we kiss?”

He nodded, “Yeah I think so.”

Just as your lips were centimeters from touching both of your phones went off with a text from Jimin,

“And just like that time is up. Meet me in 15 minutes. I’ll send the location.”

#bts #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x reader #min yoongi #bts fanfic #yoongi x y/n #yoongi angst #yoongi fic #bts x reader #yoongi au #yoongi fluff #jimin #bts yoongi #yoongi #soulmate au #park jimin #bangtan

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sorry-moots · 8 months ago

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Sharing is Caring idfk

i thought of something to follow up on Clever... Boy? but it can be read on its own too, anyway can you tell i'm bad at coming up with titles pairing: tsukishima kei x gn!reader tags: reader insert, characters are aged up, fluff, no pronouns used, no use of y/n, reader likes jurassic park cw(s): none

tsukishima spends his hours at the boba shop annotating his notes

the man first writes them by HAND (none of that digital note-taking bs) and then reviews the powerpoints and textbooks just to make sure he has everything written down, adding in little bits that the professor glossed over or failed to mention entirely

as he does this, he listens to music because he’s not some sort of masochist (unless you hc that, we don’t judge)

you also like to listen to music while you’re on the job but, dumbass that you are, you forgot the most important thing

From his secluded corner table, Tsukishima hears a cry of anguish behind the AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY door. You come out with puppy eyes and a pout, immediately making a beeline for him.

“My AirPods died,” you whine. You have the look of someone whose beloved pet has to be put down.

Tsukishima loves teasing you and it’s so easy when you’re this dramatic. “Did you forget to charge them again?” he asks with that trademark smirk. Y’know, the one the that makes people wanna punch him in the face.

Your brows furrow and your pout deepens. “I put them to charge but my case is dead and I didn’t bring a charger.”

He laughs and you hop on the defensive. “Tsukishima, it’s not funny! If one more person comes in with a crying baby and I don’t have music to listen to, I’M gonna cry!!”

His laughter gradually subsides as he looks up at you. As adorable as he thinks it is when you’re upset, he doesn’t want you to suffer. Crying babies are hell.

Reaching into his bag, he grabs his own AirPod case and offers you the remaining earbud. “Here. We’re listening to my music.”

the smile you give him has him weak, he regrets this decision 0%

until you hit him with the obligatory rickroll ofc

he threatens to close spotify (you have to beg him not to)

after your little prank, things are chill and you just enjoy the lofi hip hop he’s been listening to

“yk tsukishima, this is somehow exactly what i thought you would listen to and not at all what i was expecting” “how does that make any sense”

he likes listening to you hum/whistle/sing along to the music (if that’s your thing)

he also takes note of the songs you skip; maybe he’ll make a playlist that doesn’t have those songs in it just in case this happens again

teases you when he has to leave

“Time’s up, Cinderella. Give me back my AirPod so I can head to practice.”

“Ok, ok, fine,” you say as you reluctantly remove the earbud.

As he’s packing his things, you queue up one more song and bring it to the top of the queue.

When the Theme From Jurassic Park starts playing he just gives you a look that says “really?” before he walks out the door. But you can see on your phone that he doesn’t skip it. Nerd.

#haikyuu #haikyuu tsukishima #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima fluff #x reader #reader insert

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nicksbestie · 1 year ago

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Touch Starved - N. Sturniolo

(headcanons!)

Summary : nick not being used to having access to such loving touch, but not being able to stay away from it <3

Warnings : none!

Pairing : Nick Sturniolo/Male!Reader (romantic)

A/N : i love this idea <3 discussed with @nickgetsmewetter

~ he denies wanting a hug when you first asks him, but seconds later he's changing his mind and pulling you close

~ he's the littlest spoon, feeling safe wrapped up in someone else's arms

~ he begs for you not to get up and leave in the mornings, even when you have to work

~ he becomes the reason that they're late to filming if they have recording to do in the morning because he refuses to get out of your arms

~ he's obsessed with the way that you gently rub his back, short nails softly running up and down, to the point that he never sleeps with a shirt on anymore

~ he never knew that he loved having his hair played with until you were gently running your hands through it one night, and now he asks for it to fall asleep every night

~ he doesn't sleep well unless he's in your arms, regardless of where he is. he could take a nap in the car and as long as you're there with him, it's the best sleep he's ever had

~ he is always holding your hand, regardless of where you two are

~ he's always sitting next to you, legs touching if he can't be any closer

~ he always plays with your rings, spinning them around your fingers, tangling his fingers with yours

~ he loves when you gently trace his tattoos with your fingers

~ soft massages between the both of you, each one of you loving the way the other's hands can perfectly massage the knots of tension away

~ he leans on your shoulders when he gets so tired that he has to be helped to bed

~ deep kisses, always. not even because you want it to go further, simply because he can't get enough of feeling your skin against his

~ eye contact from across rooms, or even when you're filming, and you can see how desperate he is to be touching you in some way

~ he blushes so hard every time you hold his face in your hands, which is always accompanied by telling him just how beautiful he is

~ when you read a book he reads it too, because he's resting his head on your shoulder

~ he loves when you lay your head on him and tell him all about your day

~ when you're cuddling, you always leave soft kisses on his shoulders and he loves them so much more than he'll ever admit

~ if he wakes up and you're not in bed, he'll come find you and bring you back to sleep because he needs to be held now that he's used to the feeling

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- i’m also tagging @thenickgirl bc i think she’d enjoy this

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luxaofhesperides · 2 years ago

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Listen. I love the dcxdp crossover. It’s a lot of fun! There’s so much that can be done for this crossover, with all the characters and settings and the many plots that can spring up from them. But as much as I love writing for it and sharing my fics with the community, there’s been a significant uptick in things that are rubbing me the wrong way. Some of these things have to do with canon vs fanon, but others are more about the shifting culture of the community.

(keep in mind that I only see things on Tumblr and am not in any discords, so my experience will be different from others bc I have a more limited experience with the wider community)

(putting it all under a read more bc its long)

Let’s start off with a look at what we’re doing as a group:

Building off of completed fics on tumblr: I always thought the etiquette is to not build off of a completed work without permission. Someone had an idea and executed it, then shared it with us. It should end there. If you want to add to it, contact the author first and see if it’s something they’re fine with; some will say no, some will say yes, some will say yes but be sure to credit them for the original fic. A lot of what I’m seeing is a completed fic gets added on to in a way that completely takes it away from the original idea. Having experienced this myself (on a requested prompt from someone else, no less), I found it kind of rude. Maybe it’s just me, but a completed fic is not a prompt request or something open for building up another story around. It’s already completed. Leave the story as is and let the author know you liked it.

Expecting others to write for you: the prompts are what build this crossover fandom, in my eyes. Prompts are posted and people create something around them, either as a group by adding onto what other people are saying, or as individual fics that one person wrote. Now I’m seeing people throw out prompts that are basically fic outlines, then begging others to write something for it. Like, those prompts are already written! They have very specific details! Why not write it yourself? You’re already halfway there, you can just write the thing you want to see and post it. It’s not about being ‘good’ or ‘bad’ at writing, it’s about crafting an idea to share to the world. Why ask others to write it for you when you’ve already practically done it?

But also, you are not owed fic. This might just be general fandom burn out talking, but being a fic author who has been treated like a machine? It sucks. I love writing, but I share what I write because what I wrote made me happy and I wanted to share that with others. I’m not a content creating machine who has to pump out fic after fic for other people’s entertainment. I just want to share what I love and having people pop up in my notifs only going “write more/tag me/sequel?/etc” is tiring. I get that it’s coming from a place of love bc you liked the fic enough to want to see more, but please actually talk about what I’ve already written instead of going “update? More? MORE????”

Hostility to DC canon: I get that DC canon is a mess, but it still is a canon and has a lot of cool stuff! I’m seeing a lot of posts recently about how dpxdc people refuse to engage with the comics, and I need to let yall know that this is not a new thing. DC fans also refuse to engage with the comics (it’s mostly batfam) and it’s very easy to tell who has and who hasnt ready batfam related stuff bc the fanon is incredibly wrong about characterisation and what happened in comics. But that’s for a different post.

I’m seeing both sides of the argument (this is for fun, reading comics isn’t required, don’t like don’t read vs it’s tiring seeing people butcher my favorite characters into ocs with their name/face, I want to share my love for comics but there’s so much pushback, it shouldn’t be weird to expect people engaging with a media to have actually engaged with that media). And I think you should engage with comics! DP is a unique case in which fanon is for the most part better and more interesting than the original show (also death to the author/butch hartman), but DC comics shouldn’t be engaged with in that way. If you like the characters you see in dpxdc, you should read about them in comics! The whole point of a fandom is that you’re a fan of the original media. That’s why you’re engaging with it in this way, writing within the world and characters and canon.

I don’t know how people write for fandoms when they’re not familiar with the source material. I wanted to write dcxdp so I started rewatching DP. I’m reading comics. I want to know the characters and their stories so I can have a foundation to write from, and also to better understand the media so I can share my love for it. The refusal to engage with source material while engaging with its fandom is so strange to me.

Also dc fans who love the comics are great! In my experience, they’re very kind and willing to help you jump into comics! Don’t know where to start? Pick a character or team and follow them! Want a reading guide? We’ve got TONS. want thoughts on a specific character or comic run? Just ask!

Now to more specific points about what I’m seeing in dcxdp works:

Mischaracterized batfam: this is a group of people who are disasters and have complicated relationships with each other. They’re kind, wonderful people who bring out the best and worst in each other. Why is Batman always adopting people. Why is this a running joke with the batfam. I get it being a joke the first few times, but I’ve seen it so often and done like it’s accurate characterization that I just. I can’t. I leave that fic immediately. I can’t do it anymore. Batman is paranoid and tried very hard to keep kids away from him/away from being a vigilante. Unfortunately all the kids he got are stubborn and smart so he was doomed from the beginning.

Superman and Kon: you guys are pretty much only pulling from Young Justice Animated which I think is a terrible adaptation, but that’s my own taste. But seriously. Clark is kind. That’s an important part of his character! He’s the strongest man in the world and he’s kind. He was also dead when Kon first appeared as a experiment from CADMUS in Hawaii. They’re not father-son, but they are family and they do care for each other, once they get to know each other. Also Kon is not an angry broody boy, he’s funny! And annoying! pls read kon comics guys, i promise youll like his actual character

Chronos??? Guys. Chronos is not a god in DC canon. He is in Greek mythology, but in DC he’s a Captain Atom villain and he’s literally just a guy who got obsessed with having perfect timing. He’s themed around clocks. He has nothing to do with time travel or time gods. The Speedforce is Time, basically, and it is not human. It is an eldritch being beyond our comprehension that can eat people. If it chooses to have a human form, it’s going to choose to look like Bart. Please read Flash stuff, it’s interesting!

Lazarus Pit Madness lasts like 5 minutes in canon. Jason having it, and being affected by it for years, is a purely fanon thing from the dc side. Not going to say anything more on this because it goes into Jason Todd discourse.

Repetition: I’m sorry but I’m tired of seeing the same things over and over. I barely see anything out of the dcxdp tags thats new and fun to engage with. Everything is the same variation of “Danny helps Pit Mad Jason”, “Bruce insta-adopts Danny”, “Superman is mean to clones”, etc etc. Think of any popular dcxdp trope and that’s all you’ll see. I get why these are fun and popular, but the way it’s being engaged with now? It literally makes me exit Tumblr and put my phone down.

Not every prompt has to go down the same routes as the other prompts. Please explore more options, branch out, twist those tropes around to do something new with them. And also stop going onto other people’s fics and saying “what about [dcxdp trope]? Cant wait to see [dcxdp trope]! You should have [dcxdp] trope.” If I didn’t include it, it’s not included for a reason. There are hundreds of other fics that write specifically about those exact tropes. Read those, or write your own. (im being super bitter here but please just let me write what i want to write without trying to pull the story into another direction for a trope you like. Im writing for me, but sharing it for you. Not every fic needs those tropes in them.)

Tumblr specific things: this is less about the content and more about general posting etiquette. Please put long posts under a read more. If it’s more then three paragraphs, consider adding a read more if there is significantly MORE than three paragraphs. Tag appropriately. Content warnings and trigger warnings should be at the very top of the post and in the tags so they can be properly blocked. If you’re posting fic/prompt, please double check your spelling and fix any typos you find because posts that are filled with excessive typos are difficult to read.

There’s probably a lot more to talk about, but just getting this much out is tiring and, frankly, I don’t want to think on it any more today. If you reply/add comments, I won’t get to them in a while bc I will be writing ghostlights and yhk fic to lift my mood :)

#rambles #dpxdc #dc x dp #tentatively tagged for cataloging and blocking purposes #i will probably make more coherent posts later abt the individual things in here so if u want a discussion wait for those #just so its easy to keep track of what we're talking abt

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mybrainproblems · 2 years ago

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hello, i'm finales georg...

i don't want to further clutter up the notes on this post while responding to the tags below but the persistence of the "finale is short/scenes are missing/extra ad break” conspiracies drives me absolutely bananas when i've watched the finale ten times and have posted about this A LOT trying to clear things up. (disclaimer that yes, i'm a goddamn destiel shipper but i care about Facts above all.)

ok but this is weird because i'd swear the episode was shorter (11 missing scenes!) but okay. maybe we all mandela effected ourselves into #beleving that. because it felt shorter. but i will die on the hill that it had another ad break. i understand this person has the thing #recorded with ads so i am thinking maybe different ad breaks in different idk time zones??? #because the finale did air an hour earlier in canada so maybe idk i am reaching here but maybe different states or whatever had different #ad breaks??? as for the last minute changes - wasn't the cover band asked for permission to use their version of carry on like a week before #the thing aired??? so even if the episode was 42 minutes and had no additional ad break - which i am side eying but lets say all was normal #i will always say they were changing thing until the absolute last minute (carry on my wayward son X 2 #the crew on the bridge which is not only giant 4th wall breaking but also wow they really got all those people in one place in times of #covid???) #anyway. tinfoil hat stays on sorry guys :/ (via @officialmisha)

short and snarky: there are plenty of real and sourced examples of network homophobia and scripted/directed destiel scenes being cut to point to. we don’t need to make this stuff up just bc the finale wasn’t what we wanted. so it’s not the mandela effect — it’s ppl repeating a conspiracy/rumor bc it supports their narrative and it’s easier and more fun to repeat something that supports a narrative they already believe (misha or something destiel was cut) vs the boring act of fact checking.

longer circumspect answer with links bc like many ppl i am in my debunking era and i rewatched "roblox_oof" last night.

like i said. i've watched the finale ten times. i’ve gone over the episode with a fine toothed comb and posted a detailed breakdown of timing marks on my blog. it’s actually extremely obvious where the ad breaks are once you know roughly where to look for them (they have a longer fade to black instead of a quick cut scene change). there’s no room for extra ad breaks and i think this conspiracy/rumor persists in part bc the episode feels so sparse in terms of cast and the fact that the episode’s momentum hits a barn post (and rebar) less than 20min into an hour-long programming block.

also i’m begging ppl to actually look at that timing mark post. it’s very straightforward and i spent a lot of time on it. i don’t care if ppl plagiarize it at this point if it means this conspiracy stops. i've got almost every second accounted for.

the "eleven missing scenes" that you're thinking of are probably from the finale script of questionable authenticity that @spnscripthunt acquired back in 2021 which can be found here. it's dated as the “final draft” from 11 sep 2020 and filming on 15x20 wrapped on 10 sep 2020. as noted at the bottom of this superwiki page "[the] script came from someone claiming to have been the person who did the closed captions for the show in Russia. There are some indications that it possibly may not be authentic, but this has not been confirmed."

if we go with the possibility that this was a transcript meant for subtitles, the "omitted" scenes were probably written but never filmed since it's the "final draft" and not a color revision (blue, green, yellow, etc). unfortunately, i’ve lost track of where i read it and a preliminary duckduckgo search isn’t bringing it up bc there's a program for script writing called final draft, but iirc the “final draft” version of a script is a transcript of what was filmed (e.g. there are parts of that 15x20 script that ended up being deleted scenes on the DVD). spnscripthunt also has an example of a confirmed final draft for 09x02 (funnily enough, also a dabb-penned ep). if anyone can confirm with a source that i have the purpose of the “final draft” version designation wrong, please let me know! i love being proven wrong with Facts.

i do want to acknowledge that the two “final drafts” do look different from each other and the 15x20 one doesn't look like a “real” final draft script since it lacks the revision/versioning dates that a script would normally have on the cover page. it could be that it was intended for subtitles; there's the chance it's been re-typed to anonymize it if there was anything indicating who the "owner" was, tho that seems a wee bit cloak and dagger to me. and again: it's considered of questionable authenticity. there are some things that don't quite line up but oh dear god i don't want to get even further out into the weeds than i already am.

i won't disagree that it's weird as hell that neoni only got asked about using their cover seven days prior to the episode airing (tiktok here). my personal theory is that they were hoping to get a more expensive song (maybe a zepp song, idk) and didn't manage to secure the rights in the end. again: this is pure conjecture on my part! but i could absolutely see someone working on the show hearing neoni’s cover and liking it and then maybe they were using it as a placeholder until it got down to the wire and they had to make a call/send the ep to networks. because yes, it is baffling they played a song and then a cover of it with only a 40 second break between. (i do actually really like the neoni cover! the placement is just weird and i think it could have worked if they had the kansas version at the beginning and closed with neoni's full cover.)

as to the 4th wall break COVID stuff: robert singer talked with variety magazine about filming the last two episodes and the logistics of filming during a pandemic. whether they should have been filming during a pandemic is a separate discussion but their use of office vs set pods, strict quarantining and daily testing meant that they had zero positive tests in the month they were filming (18 aug to 10 sep). so given all that, i personally don’t think it’s totally out of pocket to have everyone standing outdoors on a bridge for maybe an hour to get a drone shot of them together. (i won’t get into incubation periods and viral load, but if everyone tested negative that day and every day for a month prior, it was a fairly low risk scene to film outdoors and for all we know everyone was masked until the last possible second. there were plenty of outdoor masked protests in 2020 that weren't superspreader events.)

and before anyone brings up “but misha was in vancouver!” i know someone who looked into it and they said no dice, nothing matched up between the backgrounds in those pics and places in vancouver. his statements about “us” going back to set over the summer were pretty generic in hindsight and “we”/"us" could be him or the spn crew generally. unfortunately i’m not able to find those tweets but the use of “we” was likely so as not to give away he wouldn’t be returning to set. (bc we were absolutely casbaited!) and bc it comes up a lot: the "onion field pic" was from when they were filming 15x17 and was not taken while filming 15x19 and 15x20.

besides, it would be ridiculous to go through the financial and logistical headaches of bringing someone into the country to film during a pandemic, only to cut their scenes in the end! honestly, the script is pretty tight when the scenes are given so much breathing room! the only thing i could see being further cut down is The Monologue and even then, i don’t think there was any intent to cut it down given it was filmed in fairly long takes.

i’ve said it many times before, but i believe the finale was fucked long before they returned to set. walker got the green light in sep 2019 and it was being marketed heavily as a “follow on” show to spn given jared’s involvement. the demo they were courting for walker has little to no overlap with the demo for destiel fans — why would they want a finale that catered to a demo they weren't interested in courting? we just went through a historic double strike that exposed so much of the rot of business interests overriding creative vision. this isn't completely unfounded conjecture.

i will not apologize for the length of this bc i wanted to be thorough, but i do want to give context that i think the reason these conspiracies and rumors grind my gears so much is because anyone can fact check all of this. the truth is out there and absolutely none of it is that hard to find. the most time consuming/difficult part of this was finding someone who had a DVR’d copy of the finale from when it aired live and they actually found me themselves after i’d been low key asking around for a year!

and like. i get it. conspiracies are fun. but there are so many sourced instances of network homophobia and destiel being cut that it's like. why is this something folks are hanging onto? the cw is notorious for having upper level meddling with finales bc there's a follow-on show they want to shuffle fans along to and spn is no exception.

#this is my personal bugbear / debunking hill to die on #it's so easy to disprove and has been disproved for so long at this point and it just keeps. on. getting. repeated.#finales georg #destiel #spn #unfortch most destiel folks don't venture outside the ship harbor and this has been LONG debunked by w/incest blogs #as in like. days after the rumor first started circulating in nov/dec 2020. (and it takes next to nothing!)#i'm a more recent arrival to the fandom (feb 2021) which i think gives me a bit more distance being able to watch the finale 10 times lol #but like. it is RIGHT THERE. folks don't even have to watch the ep. just pull it up on netflix/DVD/whatever to see the runtime.#the 'new post' button is right there. screencap my post and dismiss the effort i've put in somewhere i don't have to see it.#fandom debunking #i heard tommy tallarico was the first american hired to work on supernatural (his mother is very proud)

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fiyaerrigan · 8 months ago

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wait hang on all of these options sound cool as hell. can i be greedy and get a 🦸‍♂️ and a 🕑, please?

re: this post

(be greedy all you want with these, lol! i know i take forever to answer them but unless i'm really in a slump for the specific fic i WILL try to answer for all the fics included in an ask =D)

🦸‍♂️ for the Superpower AU feat. nonpilot!flying!tommy, mentor!bobby, and a buck who might literally have too much of an effect on the people around him.

Here's some of the aforementioned mentor!bobby, now with a shocking lack of dialogue tags bc i am a lazy fuck!

“You can't force yourself to feel the same as someone else,” “Maybe you can't, old man, but last time I checked, our powers work differently.” “They're similar enough. Why don't I backtrack on that last bit? Maybe then you’ll get it through your thick skull: under no circumstances should you force your empathic abilities. That's how you get people killed.” “C'mon, no one's gonna die because I had to stretch my feelings a little to save them. I'm saving them. It's not like I'm gonna decide it isn't worth it mid-link and leave them to the wolves.” “It wouldn't be up to you. Your version of ‘stretching your feelings’ means putting yourself in danger just to link up to victims we could've reached anyhow. Add the stress you put yourself under to the fact that you can barely get a solid hold on five vics at once—you're gonna wear yourself out sooner or later.” “So you were lying when you told Judge Grant you had faith in me.” “Oh, I wasn't lying, kid. That faith’s just tempered with a healthy dose of skepticism, because for some reason you insist on amping up your fear response to the point where your heart’s two seconds from beating out your chest.” “Don’t exaggerate, okay? I get the memo. I’ll dial it down—a little bit—from now on.”

bone apple teeth? onto the next fic!

🕑 for the Time Traveler!Tommy fic feat. fall out boy title inspo, pre-118 buck, post-breakup tommy, and probably smatterings of the former tommy/abby engagement

this is (unfortunately) just a very small bit of dialogue, but I wanted to post it anyway since I had to sideline @itsthecityoftheflower @the-obnoxious-sibling @sunsetandevningstar and @ladyeyrewrites who all asked for 🕑in a previous post

“Hey,” came a voice to his left, and Tommy’s gut filled with pure, unadulterated dread. “Lakers Guy! Didn't think I'd catch you somewhere without sports coverage." Oh, you had to be shitting him.This was a completely different bar from last time! It was practically on the other side of the continent, as far as L.A. was concerned. “I, uh, had to call it quits at my last job," Evan Buckley Point Zero-Nine explained. "Owner couldn't afford the rent, but that's the beauty of pop-ups, right? I've got guaranteed employment—at least until summer rolls around. Anyways!" He clapped his hands together and slid something over to him. "Here's a drink, o-on the house. Wouldn't wanna make you run out so soon.” Tommy grimaced. Well, I’m gonna be running out anyway. Sorry about that. Himbo Evan was oblivious to the dismissal. And, yes, Tommy had to call this version of Evan a himbo, for the distance it added between them if nothing else. It was only right in this freak reality where his worst nightmares seemed to come true. —Including the nightmares where Tommy had to be an asshole, whether he liked it or not. “Wasn't sure what your typical poison was,” Evan—Himbo Evan—went on, “but I did remember it came in a pretty bespoke-looking bottle—” Here, he shot Tommy a look he definitely didn’t know was flirtatious. “Let's hope my educated guess paid off.”

*meme voice* it's not much, but it's all i have? alas. hoping inspo for this fic comes easier now that i have SOMETHING written down lol

I thrive off feedback please if this makes you feel any way TELL me in the replies or w/e I'm BEGGING youuuuuu

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#911 abc #911 show #bobby nash #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #tommy kinard #bucktommy #weewoo time travel tommy fic #weewoo superpower fic #my post

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theworldofotps · 2 years ago

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Secret Santa

Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader Word Count: 1,825 Description: Finn doesn't have a gift for the Secret Santa, so the rest of The Judgment Day help him out.

So excited to write some festive pieces! Thank you so much @new-zealand-chic for helping me create this idea, like you ran the ball with most of it. I truly hope that it's as good as you imagined. --------- Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist @melissahausen @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose @99hook @sjwrites22 @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @biforrollynch @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @auburnwrites @aews-four-pillars @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456 @mcreignsera

If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. -------- “Okay here we go guys it’s time to pick your Secret Santa. You have three days to shop because this is a last minute idea.”

Becky smiles as she holds out a bag to the Judgment Day containing slips of papers with the name of coworkers participating in the activity. Rhea gasped sitting up quickly and reached into the bag first pulling out a name and glanced at it. “Ohh this is going to be a fun person to shop for.” She smirked, pocketing the name as the rest of the members grabbed their slips as well. Finn looked down at his paper reading over it and sighing quietly; he hadn’t picked who he was hoping for. Becky watched him closely and smiled innocently as the others chatted excitedly amongst themselves.

“You okay there Fergy?” “Yeah, I was just hoping for someone a bit easier to shop for.” “Nah don’t listen to him he’s pissy because he didn’t get y/n.”

Damian smirked as he walked over patting his friend on the back, the group teasing him as his cheeks flushed red. “Shut up.”

He shook his head ducking out of the room with a chuckle as they made kiss faces at him.

“Children, the whole lot of them.” ‘Alright, it’s time to find out who has y/n’s name.”

Walking down the hallway he decided to head for the catering area first, there was bound to be plenty of people in there who were also involved. “Chad hey quick question, I know you wanted to do the secret Santa thing you don’t happen to have y/n do you?”

“I don’t think we’re supposed to reveal who we have.” Chad chuckled looking at him and watched as Finn did his best to remain unbothered. Nearly everyone in the locker rooms knew how bad he had it for her. “Yes I know but I just was curious.”

“Well actually I did have her but I switched with Kofi because he got himself so he has her name now.”

“Fuck okay thanks man.”

Finn quickly made his way off to find Kofi not noticing Chad sending a text to Kofi letting him know what was going on. When Finn finally spotted Kofi he was disappointed to find out he had also switched with someone else.

And so began the long task of Finn chasing all the leads that he got of who had Y/n’s name. The next three days he sent out what seemed like a thousand text messages and phone calls, dropping by locker rooms if they weren’t answering. It was driving him crazy going after all these leads. So, when he was told that Natayla had her name, he stopped her as soon as she stepped in the arena for Raw. “Nattie, please I’m begging do you have Y/n’s name for the Secret Santa?” “Oh yes I do, why?” “Would you be willing to trade with me and in exchange you can have Bayley.” “Well I already got her gift so..”

Natayla smiled at him watching as the light practically went out in his eyes she tapped her chin with the paper.

“I suppose I would be willing to trade, Bayley would like this gift better anyway but you have to do something for me first.”

“What? I’ll do anything.”

“You have to do a Christmas Tiktok dance with me and we need to be dressed up.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes I am, I think it would be so much fun and people would enjoy it.”

“What costume?”

“You’ll be dressed up as a gingerbread man and I’ll be dressed up as an elf.”

Finn stared at her and looked at the ceiling groaning as he thought.

“How bad do you want this Finn?”

Natayla waved the paper around in front of his face, she could see he was about to cave in. Finn thought for a moment longer than nodded his head holding his hand out.

“Okay yes deal just tell me when and I’ll be there.”

“Perfect here you go.”

Finn thanks her, taking the paper and rushes towards The Judgment Day locker room. Pushing the door open he grins waving the paper back and forth excitedly.

“I finally got it! I have y/n’s name for Secret Santa!”

He cheered as his friends gathered around and looked at the paper in his hand, Damian chuckled, slapping him on the back.

“Well done mate and all you had to do was harass the entire company rosters to achieve it.”

“I didn’t harass anyone.”

“You literally kept calling Liv at three in the morning yesterday to try and find out if she still had it. She texted me about it a little while ago and you owe her a coffee for her trouble.”

Rhea shrugged as she sat back down on the sofa and looked up at him sipping her bottle of water.

“So what are you giving her?”

“I don’t know yet I have to shop.”

“You better figure it out man, the gift exchange is tonight.”

Dom grinned watching as their friend slowly sank into a chair looking between them all.

“I thought Becky said we had three days.”

“She did, you spent nearly every moment since we got the names looking so you have exactly two hours to figure out what to get her.”

“What the fuck am I going to do?”

“We can help you out, we just need to find a store and fast.”

Rhea smiled, tossing the rental keys to Damian as the group rushed out to the rover and piled in. Finn sat in the passenger seat nervously bouncing his knee as he watched out the window, the group couldn’t help but whisper when he wasn’t paying attention. Damian reached over grabbing Finn’s knee.

“Stop bouncing that damn leg, it’s driving me nuts.”

“Sorry I’m just nervous. I didn't even think of getting a gift while I was waiting for replies.”

“No worries man, we got you.”

The group says as they arrive at the shops then make their way inside, they decide to split up so they weren’t all caught in a large group.

“Do you have a general idea of what you want to get for her?”

“No, I mean I want to get her something special because I think she’s really special but also I don’t know what she already has.”

Rhea groans and grabs his arm leading him into a shop. It was best to let her lead since she hung out with y/n more than Finn was able to. What Rhea thought was going to be a simple easy time turned out to be frustrating as hell because Finn kept shooting down everything she suggested.

“Come on mate.” Rhea groaned. “We've been here an hour, the party is in forty minutes!”

“There’s nothing here that works for her.”

“Finn Finn we found it!”

Dom called as he rushed into the shop with Damian trailing behind him a bag in his hand.

“What did you find?”

“Trust us she’s gonna love it, now come on we need to get back we won’t have much time.”

The group get back in the rental and head off back to the arena with Damian clutching the bag in his hand. Finn was worried that it wouldn’t be something fit enough for Y/n and the whole ride he begged Damian to tell him what it was.

“Just wait and see.”

He smirked as he drove them the rest of the way and the group made their way inside. Becky met them in the hallway and lead them to the catering area where their coworkers and friends were.

“Okay everyone, find the person you have the name of and give them their gift, enjoy yourselves!”

Becky smiled as music softly played throughout the room, Finn turned to Damian and shifted on his feet.

“What’s in the bag Damian.”

“My gift for Rhea, that's who I had.”

He says pulling out a leather vest with a rhinestone fire skull and spikes on the back of it. Rhea cheered, grabbing the vest and slipping it on while thanking her friend earnestly.

“You said you found one for y/n!”

“Technically I didn’t say that we just said we found a gift she would like we didn’t say we bought one. However, I have the perfect idea.”

Pulling a large purple bow out of the bag he slaps it on Finn’s chest while Rhea puts a pair of deer antlers on his head. A twig of mistletoe hanging from it, Dom snaps a picture before Rhea shoves Finn into someone. “Woah, hello Finn.” Feeling his face heat up he turns looking into a pair of the prettiest eyes he’d ever seen on a person before. “Hello y/n I'm so sorry for bumping into you.” “That's alright no harm done, so who did you have for Secret Santa?”

“He started out with Bayley.” Rhea said smirking from where she was leaning against the wall, Damian chuckled as they practically threw their friend under the bus. “But he spent so much time trying to get the actual person he wanted that he forgot to buy a gift.” Damian wiggled his eyebrows at his friend who stared at them but also the amused smile on y/n’s face.

“So, y/n, congratulations your Secret Santa gift this year is none other than Finn Balor.” Dom called as the three of them quickly rushed off leaving the pair alone, Finn wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

“You’re my present this year? How delightful I was wondering why you had a big purple bow on your shirt. You know what’s funny?”

She asked, stepping closer to him with a smile on her face as Finn couldn’t help but softly smile back.

“What?”

“I got your name this year, I got a pack of legos as a joke but seeing as there's some mistletoe on your head. I think that we can exchange a much better gift, don't you think?” Finn’s gaze flicked down to where her tongue slipped out to wet her bottom lip, his eyes darkening as he smirked.

“I definitely think we could love.” With his heart racing Finn cupped her cheeks pulling her close before pressing his lips to hers in a kiss that rocked his world. Ignoring the cheering of their coworkers Y/n smiled into the kiss her eyes closed as the two of them let the noise fade out. When they finally parted goofy grins on both their faces Finn’s eyes searched hers.

“What do you say we go find somewhere and talk maybe over a drink?”

“I say, what are we doing still standing here lets go.”

Hand in hand the two laugh as they quickly leave the room ignoring the hoots and whistles of their friends.

“Wear protection Finn!”

Was the last thing he heard Rhea shout before the door closed behind them and he pulled her in for another kiss.

#finn bálor #finn balor x reader #finn balor fanfiction #festive fics

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yanderelovebites · 4 months ago

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I personally have an aversion to fics that don’t specifically tell you the type of reader that’s being portrayed. When I see x reader with no additional add ons, I’m thinking there’s no gender, there’s no specific body type, no race, nothing but whatever backstory was given to reader.

Below is full opinion, I do talk about random stuff and I did not intend to target anyone specifically, you can not read if you prefer! Again, not meant to target real people just my personal annoyances. Feel free to tell me yours too in the comment or a reblog. I’m sure I’m not the only one annoyed by something. Again this isn’t me hating on anyone IRL, just inconsistent tagging/reader descriptions that could ruin a fic. If something sounds off, sorry, again don’t mean to offend anyone, just some discussion.

When I see that then I see the reader is female or male without warning, it annoys me. Especially because I will have this version of me or maybe an OC I have out in the picture and a specific gender may ruin that. Another one is not telling reader the body type as someone who is chubby may be a good read, but I may not be in the mood to read that… especially because I notice a pattern that for some reason chubby must equal insecure 😐. I’ve read like maybe two fics where they’re not, and I loved them but I have stopped reading others because of the chubby = insecure formula. (Hope no one here takes it personally, not hating you just the overdone stereotype). The same things goes for Skinny.

Another is when… it’s implied they’re any race. For me, it’s when you’re talking about something established in an anime that specifically is scened in Japan… and you made reader white or black… AND YOU DIDNT TAG IT. Like that sounds BIG ENOUGH a reason to add. Especially since I know it’s rare to find black reader inserts, tag it so it’s easier to find. Worst part is again in this instance, I’ve been imagining probably an Asian descended OC up until you bring that detail up :/ it ruins the story for people.

To clarify I’m saying you come up to a fic with a good plot… then the author starts acting like the reader is a whole OC. Without context. EVEN THE TAGS DONT SAY ANYTHING. Imagine you see a title that says (insert character) x reader

Then you find out the character was something you’re not prepared to read. I’m sorry I’m not the height of what you’ve described. I’m sorry not everyone is ‘milky’ as you put it. I’m sorry, some of us aren’t curvy. Some of us ain’t skinny. If I read an x reader or reader insert… I should have th freedom to at least see myself…

I’m looking at you descriptions of hair. Sure they could have long hair… or they have short hair. Sure their hair could be wavy or straight… or they could a lion’s mane of curls (shout of to my friend Bev ❤️)

Stop adding detail to a character you’re INTENDING for someone to step in as. For example, if I’m thinking me then I wouldn’t like to hear ‘she was thin…’ like no I may not be considered big, but like the hell no I’m not thin. I got a tummy, you just made this an OC without a name. I’m sure I’m not the only one because I see frustrated commenters about stuff like this all the time.

In summary: your character specific body type? Name it. Are they a specific gender? Name it. THEYRE A SPECIFIC RACE OR ETHNIC? Name it! (Again please I find it so hard finding black reader inserts. I’m not black, but they’re so fun to read 🙏🏻🙏🏻pls I beg you they’re always either really funny or really petty and I love that shit!)

If you want to do this thin specific character… make an oc instead. Pls. God pls just make an oc instead! I’d rather it be an oc than think it’s me or a character I inserted… then you put details.

I once had someone put eye color… in a reader insert… tf.

And a thank you to the writers who know how to tag their stuff correctly 👌🏻correct tags are a blessing.

#x reader #reader #male reader #female reader #reader insert #reader poll #reader pov #fanfic #fanfic poll #reader tag #opinion #share opinion

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🔞 Cops & Robbers 🔞

Tags: Smut

A/N: And we’re back! My muse decided to pay me a visit! I suppose I should add that you shouldn’t use sex as a weapon in your relationship(s), but this is fiction so I can do whatever I want.

“You want me to do what where for who?” Sunwoo stared at Eric.

”I need you to sweep Felix Lee’s office for bugs and not the six legged kind,” Eric repeated.

”Since when do you have any interest in what Felix Lee is doing, much less whether or not his office is bugged?” Changmin asked.

”Since he’s fucking him,” Hyunjae said.

”Hyunjae!” Eric screeched at his brother.

”So that’s why you’re gone so long,” Changmin gave him a suggestive look.

”You’re what?” Sunwoo did a cartoon double take.

”Yes, we’re sleeping together and have been for a while, but I wasn’t exactly ready to share that information,” Eric was still glaring at Hyunjae. His brother shrugged and sat on the couch.

”I’m going to guess that Juyeon doesn’t know,” Changmin said. Eric shook his head.

“And if Younghoon knew, Felix would be dead,” Sunwoo added. Eric nodded. “I’ll only do it if you tell them.”

”What? Why?” Eric asked.

”Because while technically I’m a freelancer, Juyeon pays my bills and he’s been driving himself insane trying to figure out who was involved in kidnapping Younghoon. You know and it’s your duty to share what you know. That’s the risk you take literally sleeping with the enemy,” Sunwoo told him.

”But Sunwoo,” Eric began.

”That’s my price. I’m not changing it,” he replied.

“Juyeon will kill him,” Eric said.

”You heard me the first time,” Sunwoo wasn’t going to budge. Eric squeezed his eyes shut to stop his tears. He’d heard what Juyeon did to Jacob’s killer. That was for someone he wasn’t in love with. Eric didn’t even want to consider what he’d do to Felix for what he did to Younghoon.

”Hyunjae?” Eric looked at his brother.

”I’ll come with you if you want,” Hyunjae replied.

“Let me know when it’s done,” Sunwoo said and went back to his computer. That was his signal that the conversation was over.

”Let’s go,” Hyunjae led his brother out of the basement and up to Juyeon’s office.

“Wait,” Eric said when they got to the top of the stairs.

”What?” Hyunjae asked.

”Let me tell Younghoon first,” Eric replied. “If anything he has a right to know first.”

”Are you sure? Younghoon isn’t exactly stable right now,” Hyunjae observed.

”Neither is Juyeon, but Younghoon was the one Felix tortured,” Eric said. He was probably signing Felix’s death warrant.

”Come in,” Younghoon said when he heard a knock on the bedroom door.

”Do you have a minute?” Eric asked with Hyunjae in tow.

“What’s going on?” Younghoon’s hackles immediately went up. The brothers were rarely together unless something serious was going on.

”You might…can you…umm…I have something I need to tell you,” Eric stuttered.

”Okay,” Younghoon sat on the bed and eyed Eric carefully.

”Just tell him,” Hyunjae said. Eric bit his lip and Hyunjae bumped him with his shoulder.

”I know who the last person who tortured you is. It’s Felix Lee,” Eric said.

“Why are you crying?” Younghoon asked. Eric furiously wiped his face.

”Because I’m sleeping with him. I love him. I figured it out when you described the third person. I knew he could do some pretty fucked up shit, but I didn’t think he’d torture someone. Please don’t kill him. Please,” the younger boy begged. Younghoon considered what Eric said. He remembered all too clearly what it was like to beg for someone else’s life. However, Chanhee was innocent. He had nothing to do with what Younghoon was doing. Felix was far from innocent.

“Does Juyeon know?” Younghoon asked.

”No, I wanted to tell you first,” Eric was shaking and couldn’t stop his tears.

”Do you want me to tell him?” Younghoon continued.

”Why…why would you do that?” Eric asked.

”Because he’ll be far more receptive hearing it from from me than anyone else,” Younghoon replied.

“Receptive? Receptive to what?” Eric stared at him.

”Letting him live,” Younghoon replied.

”You’d let him live? After what he did?” Eric whispered.

”If I didn’t kill the man who killed my best friend, I’m not going to kill the man who gave me a scrape on my side,” Younghoon told him. “I just need to make one phone call first.”

”Thank you, thank you so much. Whatever you want in return, you can have it,” Eric hugged Younghoon, almost knocking the wind out of him.

”No need, but I appreciate the thought,” Younghoon hugged him back. Eric couldn’t help who he fell in love with. Just like Younghoon couldn’t.

”This is a surprise,” Hyunjin said when he picked up Younghoon’s call.

”I need to know something,” Younghoon said.

”I might know,” Hyunjin replied.

”Did Felix Lee help torture me?” Younghoon asked. The line was silent for an uncomfortable amount of time. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

”I found out at the ball. I was trying to figure out a way to tell you, but Felix keeps a close eye on my communication these days since I’m supposed to only be entertaining the mayor,” Hyunjin replied.

”I had a feeling you knew something even if you didn’t have a name,” Younghoon told him.

”I’m sorry. I should’ve told you when I found out,” Hyunjin apologized.

”It’s fine. Someone else beat you to it, if you’ll pardon the figure of speech,” Younghoon replied.

”Are they still breathing?” Hyunjin snorted.

”He is and Felix will be too,” Younghoon said.

”You’re not gonna kill him?” Hyunjin was surprised.

”More like I have to convince Juyeon not to kill him,” Younghoon explained.

”I did hear you shot a guy’s knees out,” Hyunjin said, a hint of a smile in his voice.

”You heard correctly,” Younghoon smiled back. “Take care of yourself, yeah?”

”Always. You too,” Hyunjin replied. Younghoon’s heart sank as he ended the call.

Juyeon looked up to see Younghoon standing in the doorway of his office.

”Babe? What’s wrong?” He stood up and walked over to his boyfriend.

”I need to tell you something and you need to listen to everything I say before you go charging out of here ready to take heads,” Younghoon told him.

”What? What’s that supposed to mean?” Juyeon was confused.

”I know who the third person who tortured me is,” Younghoon began.

”You do? How? Who is it?” Juyeon asked.

”Sit, please,” Younghoon told him. Juyeon dutifully sat, not even thinking to question Younghoon. The other man sat in his lap. Younghoon brushed Juyeon’s bangs off his face and watched them fall back into place before he spoke again. “Do you believe you get to choose who you love?”

”I never really thought about it. You’re the only person I’ve ever loved,” Juyeon replied.

”And you’re the only one I’ve ever loved. A cop shouldn’t love a criminal. Maybe a cop shouldn’t fall in love at all. But I fell in love with you and along with that comes everything you’ve done, who you are, and what you do,” Younghoon said.

”Okay,” Juyeon still wasn’t sure where Younghoon was going with this.

”Eric fell in love with someone, someone like you who does bad things. I don’t think he intended to fall in love. I know I didn’t. It just happened. That person, the person Eric loves, is the third person who tortured me,” Younghoon continued.

”Who? Who is it?” Juyeon sat up straighter, his hands gripping Younghoon’s waist.

”Felix Lee,” Younghoon replied.

”I should’ve known,” Juyeon went to stand up and Younghoon straddled him, pushing his weight through his hips and pinning Juyeon in the chair.

”What did I say, darling?” Younghoon put his hand on Juyeon’s cheek.

”Listen to everything you say,” Juyeon answered.

”Eric was protecting the man he loves just like you’ll do anything to protect me. Don’t punish Eric for that. After that, leave Felix to me,” Younghoon kissed him as he leaned further into the other man, making it even harder for Juyeon to stand up. Juyeon could carry Younghoon, but it was difficult.

”I won’t,” Juyeon agreed, holding onto Younghoon’s hips. This conversation shouldn’t be making him horny, but Younghoon’s body up against his never failed to make Juyeon’s brain short circuit.

”You won’t what?” Younghoon asked, untucking Juyeon’s shirt and putting his hands on Juyeon’s skin.

”I won’t punish Eric,” Juyeon’s pants were getting uncomfortably tight.

”Promise me,” Younghoon lifted his hips and repositioned them right on Juyeon’s hardening cock.

”I promise I won’t punish him,” Juyeon’s breath hitched.

”Good,” Younghoon kissed his jaw. “And you’ll leave Felix to me.”

”Yes, I’ll leave Felix to you,” Juyeon was on the verge of whimpering as Younghoon ran his hands over Juyeon’s torso.

”I knew you’d listen,” Younghoon reached down and undid Juyeon’s belt. Juyeon whined when Younghoon’s fingers grazed the tip of his cock as he unzipped Juyeon’s pants. “And now I’m going to fuck you because good boys who listen get fucked.”

”Shit, baby, right now?” Juyeon asked.

”Why not? Are you busy?” Younghoon cocked his head.

”I mean, I’m always busy, but I don’t have anything specific right now,” Juyeon replied, his dick throbbing.

”Then I don’t see any reason not right now,” Younghoon shimmied out of his sweatpants and spit on his fingers, reaching back to open himself up.

“Fuck,” Juyeon breathed as he watched Younghoon move in his lap. Younghoon smirked as he removed his fingers and lined Juyeon’s cock up with his entrance. He let out an undignified moan when Younghoon slid onto his dick.

”You’re so predictable,” Younghoon teased.

”You’re so hot,” Juyeon replied, pulling Younghoon down by the back of his neck into a kiss. He felt Younghoon smile against his lips as he started bouncing on Juyeon’s cock. In spite of fucking him this morning, Younghoon was still tight and hot around him.

”I know you’ll like this,” Younghoon took Juyeon’s hand and pressed it against his lower belly. “You like feeling yourself in me, don’t you?”

Juyeon moaned at the feeling of his cock inside Younghoon’s body.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Younghoon grinned. He rode Juyeon harder, not seeming to care that the other man was making any number of obscene noises. Younghoon kissed him again, swallowing down Juyeon’s moans. It didn’t matter. It wasn’t the first time someone might hear them and it wouldn’t be the last. “Gonna fill me up? Gonna make me walk around with your come dripping out of me?”

”Yes, fuck yes,” Juyeon grunted as he felt the first wave of orgasm flutter.

”Good,” Younghoon clamped down on him and Juyeon came, emptying into Younghoon. Younghoon held one of Juyeon’s hands on his lower belly so he could feel his cock shaking inside Younghoon’s body. Juyeon whined at the feeling. Younghoon came at the sound, spilling all over Juyeon’s shirt.

”You…are a menace,” Juyeon panted as he came down from his high.

”You love me,” Younghoon grinned, kissing him.

”I love you more than anything,” Juyeon agreed.

”I know,” Younghoon replied. He got up and got redressed then looked at Juyeon, disheveled, covered in come, with his cock out.

”I’ve got a change of clothes,” Juyeon assured him.

”Okay, don’t work too hard,” Younghoon leaned down to kiss him again.

”I won’t, I promise,” Juyeon replied.

I need a ride

Hyunjae opened the message from Younghoon.

Where to?

YH: Felix Lee’s place

HJ: To do what?

YH: I’m not gonna kill him, but I might make it hurt

HJ: I’ll be up in 5

YH: Make it 3

Hyunjae wasn’t sure he was gonna like how this ended. At all.

#minors dni #mafia au #the boyz fanfic #ateez fanfic #stray kids fanfic #the boyz smut

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