#and suddenly she's thrown out two relationships for... nothing

[themilfsland]

Can we switch?

Pairing(s): Wanda Maximoff X female!reader

Summary: when you find out your bottom (or maybe not anymore) emo girlfriend was holding back her desires because she was afraid of her powers but you encourage her to let it all go.

Words count: ~ 3.7

tags | content: soft but smutty , bottom!Wanda (until it changes), top!reader (or maybe not this time), fingering, strap-on, magic cock, cum inside, possessiveness.

A/n: I've been thinking a lot about Emo Wanda unraveling her top side.

Time flies, as the elders say. It feels like just yesterday that Wanda joined the Avengers. She took the title of the youngest on the team, which meant you were no longer the spoiled one or the center of attention. In a way, that was a relief — Steve and Tony weren’t breathing down your neck anymore — but it probably also meant the last slice of cake wouldn’t be saved for you anymore. It's a shame, really, since you’d gotten used to the little treats Clint gave you after missions.

You remember the wary look in her eyes during that first week. She was like one of those black cats at midnight, always slipping away, avoiding interactions, and when she was forced to join group activities, she would linger in the corner of the room. "She’s still getting used to things," Steve would say. Besides, it would be hypocritical of you to criticize her behaviour — during your first month with the team, you were just about the most antisocial person possible.

Things were perfectly normal for you until Sam had the brilliant idea of suggesting you help Wanda with her training and power control. Great. Now the newbie who doesn’t even say "good morning" to you was going to be your responsibility. Of course, you tried to argue your way out of it in every possible way — how could the second-youngest — you — member of the group have enough experience to teach someone else? Unfortunately, nothing worked. The team agreed, and not even Natasha had your back this time. The reasoning was simple: you have the ability to control the elements of nature, so you were apparently the best choice to help Wanda learn to manage her powers.

And it was from that tutoring mission that you and Wanda really got to know each other, getting even closer and today marks one year since you made your relationship official. Clint bet it would take you a month to admit you were in love; Nat, knowing you better, gave it a few more months — you were way too stubborn to confess your feelings that easily. And the truth? You were already in love with her by the second week of training. Some people like to ask, "Who felt it first and who felt it deeper?" In this case, you were the first to realize your feelings for Wanda, but she was the one who ended up feeling them more intensely.

Although everyone still teases you about how rocky the beginning was — they used to say you were like a cat and a dog in a fight — now you’re more like two lovebirds. Honestly, you blamed her at first — she never listened to you, said your advice wasn’t helpful, and claimed you were being mean with your words. But over time, you started to realize how fragile Wanda really was — not in terms of strength, but when it came to her emotions and self-esteem. She was scared of herself; her own powers terrified her.

You were certain about her insecurity over her self-control during one of your training sessions. You had asked her to attack you — she hesitated and sent a weak pulse of her red energy. It had been days of you pushing her to really strike, but all you ever got was that same soft red wave. That’s when you decided to provoke her — bad idea. Your not-so-friendly words earned you a flash of her red eyes, and the next thing you knew, her magic had thrown you hard against the training room wall. You were on the floor, hand on your head, trying to process what had just happened when Wanda was suddenly above you, frantically checking for injuries and apologizing over and over. You could hear the panic in her voice.

After that day, you began to see her differently — with an understanding that no one else seemed to have. And Wanda knew it too — that you were the only one who could truly see her without needing to read her mind. It wasn’t something you had to work for; it was effortless — like the gentle pull of ocean waves, a quiet feeling between you both that grew stronger with each passing day.

Wanda didn’t change with everyone else — but she changed with you. The first time she let you take care of her bandage, the first time she asked for your help to practice a specific move, the first time she released her magic to strike without being afraid of hurting you — and the first time she let you kiss her.

You were the one feeling insecure that day. You’d always been confident, sure of your actions — but kissing Wanda? Your whole body was trembling beneath the surface. You were certain about your feelings — you loved her and wanted to be more than just teammates. But when it came to her feelings? That’s where the doubts crept in. Sometimes it felt like she was on the same page, but other times it seemed like she only saw you as a battle partner.

In the end, it was Nat who got tired of watching the two of you dance around each other with no progress. She gave you a push — with a hint of a threat — and gave you the courage to make the first move. Credit where it’s due — she was right. Despite the nerves, it all worked out in the end. Better than just good — way better.

---

"Are you two really going to eat all that?" - Nat asked, leaning against the kitchen counter.

"Mmm, probably not, BUT that doesn’t mean you can have a piece," you said, spreading frosting on the last cupcake you’d baked. - "Maybe tomorrow, if there’s any left — and only because I’m a nice person."

"Hm, okay. Soooo..." - she ran her finger through the bowl of leftover chocolate frosting and licked it before continuing - "Do you think this is going to make it up to Wanda?"

"What do you mean by that?" - You knew exactly what she was referring to, but you decided to play dumb.

"Ah, Y/n. You know exactly what I’m talking about. Everyone saw how Wanda was after that party on Saturday, at Stark's" she said, swiping a bit more frosting. "Oh, and all week long after that. So…? Are you two good?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know about Saturday and yes, everything’s fine," you replied in a cold tone.

"Y/n," —-she stepped closer, taking the spoon and cupcake from your hand. - "I know you. Just spit it out already. Better to say it here than let it blow up later with Wanda and make things even worse," she said, eyebrow raised.

You let out a deep sigh before finally starting to vent.

"Okay, so… I didn’t do anything wrong, did I? I mean, if anything happened that night, it was Carol’s fault, she’s the one who started talking to me and sticking close to me the whole time. Why can’t Wanda see that? She’s the one who started avoiding me and..."

Natasha put a hand over your mouth, cutting you off.

"Hey, slow down. Breathe. Let's see..." - Nat said calmly. - "I don’t think you did anything wrong, but maybe you could have handled it better. Carol was hanging pretty close to you, and maybe Wanda saw more than just that. You know your girl — she’s jealous. Very jealous."

You rolled your eyes, and Nat shot you a disapproving look.

"What? Are you gonna disagree with me?" - she smirked. -"You might have taught her how to control her powers better, but her jealousy? Nope. You can feel how crazy she gets inside when she sees you with someone else. Anyway, that wildcat is yours."

She placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. - "I know you two will work it out and honestly, this is probably the perfect chance. Oh, and happy one year of having to witness you two being disgustingly in love. Also, pleaseee… try to keep quiet tonight. There are nights I can hear her saying your name — and not in a very cool way…"

"Natasha!! Shut up!" - you pushed her hand off your shoulder and gave her a shove. -"Go bother someone else. I need to finish all this before she gets back."

"Ohh yess, I almost forgot about her very important commitment today with my little sestra. They’re probably out shopping for some new toys for you two to play with tonight," - she teased, winking as she walked out of the kitchen, laughing while you cursed at her.

---

Everything was set. Pillows and a blanket neatly arranged on the bed, a side table stocked with snacks and drinks, the TV playing her favourite sitcom, and the wrapped necklace you had bought for her sitting nearby. With the busy mission schedule this week, you knew you wouldn’t be able to plan anything big — but that didn’t mean you were going to let the day go unnoticed. Even if it was a simple night, it was your night to celebrate.

"Hey, baby, I’m back," - Wanda announced as she opened the bedroom door. - "Oh, what do we have here? What’s all this about?" she said, stepping closer and you noticed she was hiding something behind her back.

"Mmm, I don’t know… what could all this possibly mean???" - you teased, playing along with her. - "You first — what are you hiding back there?" - you asked, pulling her by the waist until your bodies were nearly touching.

"Hey, that’s not fair! I asked first," - she said, trying to give you a menacing look — but you knew she always melted when it came to you.

"Uh-huh, let’s see what we’ve got here..." - in a quick move, you snatched the package from her hand. - "Hmm, it says: ‘For my love.’ Well, I guess that’s for me then." -You winked and started opening the package.

It was a photo album — filled with polaroids you had taken together throughout the year, memories that made your heart overflow with happiness.

"I love it. It’s so beautiful and special. You’re special! Thank you, baby!" — you didn’t give her a chance to respond, stealing a kiss from her lips.

"Okay, enough. Now, where’s my present?" - she broke the kiss, raising an eyebrow as she stared at you.

"I see… my girl is so demanding. Happy one year, my darling." - you held out your hand, offering her a small box and an envelope.

She asked for your help to put the necklace on while she read the note inside. It was a surprise trip after the mission season — you figured it’d be a good idea to take a few days off, away from the team. And of course, she loved the surprise.

Gifts exchanged, you both settled into bed, wrapped up in each other’s arms as always, sharing another moment of quality time together.

---

Wanda was restless. Not even half an hour had passed since you started watching the sitcom, and she couldn’t sit still for more than five minutes. You had already ruled out the idea that she was just trying to get comfortable — there was definitely something bothering her.

"Wands, what’s wrong?"

"Nothing," she replied curtly.

It was obvious something was wrong. You adjusted your position on the bed and sat up.

"Come on, baby, tell me. What’s going on? I know you're overthinking about something." - you reached for her hand, lacing your fingers together and guiding her gaze to meet yours.

"I don’t know, it’s just that… I… you… you’re mine, right?" — there was uncertainty in her voice.

"What? Of course I’m yours — I’m all yours." - you let out a relieved sigh and a soft laugh, but you noticed that Wanda was still a bit tense.- "Hey, my love," - you gently cupped her chin, guiding her gaze back to you. - "There’s nothing for you to worry about. I’m all yours — only yours."

Wanda didn’t say anything, her expression unreadable — until she leaned into you, closing the space between your faces, her lips brushing softly against yours.

The kiss intensified, laced with both urgency and desperation which only meant one thing: she was needy. But it wasn’t just that. Beneath the craving to have you close, there was something else — possessiveness.

Before you realized it, she was straddling your lap — one hand slipping beneath your shirt, nails lightly raking down your back, while the other tangled in your hair, pulling you impossibly closer. Her lips stayed locked with yours, not even breaking for air.

You knew Wanda's needs all too well. Ever since you both started exploring your sex life together, you began to notice the little details — not just the things she likes and doesn’t like, but also the different kinds of intimacy you two share. It usually starts soft — gentle touches and tender caresses — and eventually, by the end, it might get a little rough, but not that much. Sometimes, after a stressful mission, Wanda likes to use sex as a form of relief — and honestly, you’re not complaining. It’s rougher, faster, and deeper — a pretty damn good way to unwind. And then there’s that kind — when she’s overwhelmed with possessiveness, usually driven by jealousy. Oh, that’s the wildest one. She’s hungry, relentless, and won’t stop until she’s fully satisfied. Either way, whatever type it is, she’s almost always the bottom one — just a detail, since it’s never been a problem for either of you.

Then it clicked — you finally understood why she was acting with such intensity. It was about that party. About Carol. She was still thinking about it. Your thoughts snapped back to the present when you heard a muffled moan from Wanda. That’s when you noticed that she was rubbing against your thigh. You could help her out already, but you’ve always liked watching her need grow. So instead of letting your hand wander down, you slid it under her shirt, dragging your nails across her stomach until you reached her boobs, squeezing it over the bra.

She let out a louder moan at the feel of your hand on her skin, breaking away from the kiss to rest her face against your shoulder. A breathless "please" escaped her lips near your ear — her hips moving faster, desperately seeking more contact. It was hard to deny her when she begged like that — so your hand slipped lower, sliding inside her shorts.

When your fingers touched her wet folds she couldn't hold a pity whimper out loud. She kept her pace, rubbing herself against your fingers that were touching her clit — and you let her have a little fun, keeping your fingers still.

It took less than five minutes for her to start begging again — she needed more, she needed you. So you did what she wanted, you pushed your finger inside her cunt, she was so wet it slipped in at once.

And there she was your neddy girlfriend — right on your lap, desperate as her hips moved, seeking the most contact possible, moaning in your ear.

You thrusted your finger faster and deep but it wasn't enough. Then she placed her hand on your neck, and you felt her nails digging into your skin. She looked into your eyes, and you met that gaze — the red eyes — you knew exactly what it meant, she was reaching her climax. - "I need one more finger, pleasee. Don't stop. One more." - She begged between moans.

You acted right away, thrusting another finger, rougher — trying to sync your movements with her hips. She was close, you could feel and see. Her red eyes glowing, she always keeps those when she's desperate in need, when she's about to lose control — she just needs to release.

"hmm tasty as always" - you said, licking your fingers that were sticky with her cum.

She gave a shy smile, still catching her breath. You brushed a strand of hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear.

"Sooo, are we going to talk about this...?"

She stared at you, her expression hard to read, leaving you unsure of what was on her mind. Then, to your surprise, she grabbed the hem of your t-shirt and began to lift it in a gesture to take it off.

"I'm not done, I still need you" - she said while you let her finish taking off your t-shirt.

She gave you a look, and you nodded — you knew she would only talk normally once she was satisfied. She started taking off her clothes, and you stood up to finish taking off yours.

In a second, you were both naked. You reached the nightstand drawer to grab the strap-on and in a hurry, you started wearing, but before you could finish adjusting it, Wanda took your hand, making you look at her in confusion.

"I was thinking...maybe we could switch?"

You were surprised by what she asked, despite hearing the hesitation in her voice when she suggested it.

"Of course we can switch, baby!" - you took off the strap-on and reached out your hand to give it to her. -"Do you wanna help to adjust it?"

She took it from your hand but placed the object on the bed. - “I was thinking about try something different…” - You nodded as a sign that it was okay and she continued - "Soo... I learned how to get an enchanted strap-on but I'll be attached to my body so in theory I could feel everthing..." - she stopped and waited for your comment, you could feel she was a little anxious about it.

"That sounds awesome! What are you waiting for? Let's try it!" - your voice was full of excitement. Wanda returned a smile and cast her spell, and before you realized it, she literally got a magic cock.

"Oh my god, that's so hot." - You couldn’t hold yourself back. And neither could Wanda. She grabbed your arm, guiding you back onto the bed, and with one swift movement, you were beneath her.

She kissed you again, deep and intense, and you felt her desire stirring once more. Her hips started moving, pressing against your body and you could feel her hardness. You were so wet, ready to be filled up by her and her teasing was making you impatient.

"Wands please, I need to feel you inside."

She smiled with her lips still touching yours, getting a better position between your legs, and then you felt her cock pressing your entrance, slipping in slowly. You left a muffled moan.

"You are so wet already, baby" - she pushed all in and you felt your walls being stretched out. - "and you are so tight, you feel so nice."

You love Wanda in every way, but having her like this on top of you?, teasing you like that? It was definitely like paradise. Besides the new magic experience driving your mind crazy. It was so real and good.

She thrusted into you only a few more times at a slow pace but it wasn't enough. She gripped your waist and started pounding her cock faster. You were no longer able to control your moans - you needed her.

You felt her nails in your skin, her thrusts deeply touching your sensitive spot and you could tell she was feeling everything too. She got a rough pace and her eyes started getting red — the red eyes back. But suddenly, she slowed her movements, almost stopping, her hands now lighter on your hips and her thrusts steadier.

Something was wrong. You looked into her eyes — that now were back to normal, and placed your hand over hers resting on your waist. - "Wands? Are you okay? Something is not right I can feel it."

"Nothing is wrong." - She tried to ignore you, but you gave her a disapproving look. - "It's just... I don't want to hurt you." - her voice was low and you couldn't believe what she was saying.

"What? You will never hurt me. I want it all and..."

Wanda didn't let you finish. - "No, you can't be sure about that. You know how I get when my powers get stronger and it takes control of myself. I can't hurt you."

Now it was you who was ignoring Wanda’s words. In one swift movement, you wrapped your legs around her body, pulling her closer.

"I know you won't hurt me. It's okay to be insecure, but I'm with you" - Your hands squeezed hers and you continued - "Honestly baby, right now I need you. I need you to fuck me."

She locked eyes with you for a few seconds — it felt like you could hear every thought racing through her mind. But then her eyes started glowing red again. Oh, she was back — and so were her desires.

You felt her hand burning against your skin. Her movements getting faster, every thrust deep inside your cunt. You heard her moans mixed with your own.

Your walls tightened and she must felt that against her cock because she thrusted rougher — you knew the only thing on her mind this time was to fuck you recklessly. Your moans were desperate getting close to the edge, each stroke sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body.

"You are mine, all and only mine" - she kept saying those possessives words, by every in and out moviment.

You got the orgasm together, your pussy tighter against her cock and you felt her cum spitting inside. You wouldn’t be lying if you said you felt all of her magic coursing through your veins. You felt full of her.

She rested her body on top of yours, your faces inches apart, and you could feel Wanda’s breath, still uneven. - "You were amazing, my love." - You said stroking her back and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. -"and so so hot."

"Maybe we should do this more often." - she smiled at you and stole a soft lips kiss.

"We definitely should. And without holding your magic back" - You cupped Wanda’s neck, pulling her face closer, and gave her a long, deep kiss.

[caitlynshousewife]

JEALOUSY

wc: 1.8k ish

smut!!

a/n: first time trying this so let's see how it goes! also this isn't proofread so I apologize in advance for any mistakes.

9:30 PM

“Your relationship is so boring, ugh.”

Your friend lune drawled lazily as you two got ready together for a party a classmate had thrown later that night. Summer was just around the corner, which meant there would be lots of parties.

“It’s healthy, so what?”

You retorted, a bit defensive. You and Caitlyn had the healthiest relationship. No fights, no toxic red flags, just complete and utter perfection. It was the happiest you’d been, and everyone around you was happy for you as well. You were never really the dating type, but since Caitlyn came in… it all changed.

“Sorry, I meant that like.. nothing spicy ever happens between you two, if you know what I mean. Come on, it’s just a prank anyway. I already told Janessa you were doing it! I’ll give you 50 bucks too. Only if you do it.”

She said, before grabbing her keys.

“Whatever. If anything happens, I'm actually gonna kill you. For real.”

You spoke, following behind her. As you got into the car you were met with one of lune’s friends. Janessa. The whole ride there all three of you bonded and sang songs. The plan was to make Caitlyn jealous and see what happened. That was the prank. You had been nervous because you were scared it was gonna ruin everything, cause again, it was perfect between you two.

It didn’t, but you’d definitely get punished. You didn’t know that though.. not right now at least.

10:00 PM

Once you arrived at the party, of course, you first found Caitlyn. She had arrived beforehand cause she lived much closer to the classmate then you and your friend did. It started off great. People were dancing, the music was actual party music instead of some boring hip hop music, lyrics were shouted, and bodies were moving.

It was quickly getting heated, sweat beads rolling down everyone's forehead.. but nobody stopped. You and Caitlyn had chugged down your drinks, trying to refuel. The party was just getting started after all. The music was bumping loudly, and not a single person in the room had a frown on their face.

“I’ll go get us some more drinks. What do you want, baby?”

Caitlyn asked. When you told her, she was quick to nod and head off. She eventually disappeared in the crowd to go head to the cooler area where all the drinks were. It wasn’t too far from the hustle bustle.

Your friend had suddenly nudged you while Caitlyn went to grab some more sodas from the cooler, gesturing towards Janessa. It was time for the prank. Janessa had walked over and began flirting with you, asking for your number. You knew Caitlyn was nearby, but had no idea how long she was watching you for.

So? You gave Janessa your number, adding fuel to the already started flame.

Caitlyn was watching the whole interaction, the soda long forgotten in her hands. As soon as you thought you were good, Caitlyn spun you around. Her eyes were wide, her eyebrows furrowed as she glared down at you. Her grip on your arm was tight.

“Who the hell is she?”

She asked, her tone leaving no room for excuses. Of course, since it was a prank, you were about to tell her. You guys were gonna laugh it off and enjoy the rest of the night at the party. That’s how the plan went.

“It was jus-”

Before you could even finish your sentence, Caitlyn was quick to interrupt. She wasn’t playing around, and you then realized that maybe this prank was a horrible idea. She didn’t even let you speak because she was so mad.

“Get in the car, now. We’re going home.”

She said, her voice calm.. but you knew. She was hiding the venom in her tone. As you were practically dragged out of the party, you shot your friend a desperate look. That 50 bucks had better be worth it, cause honestly? You were scared. Horrified even. You’d never seen Caitlyn so jealous.

The drive home was absolute silence. Not a single word uttered. Her gaze was steely as she fixated on the road, her grip on the steering wheel tight. What made it worse? She walked inside without a word too. She went upstairs to the bedroom, knowing you were following after her like a kicked puppy.

She had already begun to take off her clothes till she was only in a bra and panties. Once that was done, she grabbed her strap from the drawer, fastening it on her hips. Her movements were tense and quick, her body feeling like it was on fire from how mad she was. How could she not be? The prank had certainly gone too far.

“Strip. Lay back and spread your legs.”

She spoke, her voice low and void of any emotion as she pointed towards the bed. You knew she was pissed though. Once she got the strap hooked to her hips she climbed onto the bed and crawled over. She aligned the strap with your core, rubbing it up and down. It was surprisingly easy. You got off on her being mad? That was new.

“You’re already wet? Wow. Pathetic.”

She muttered as her head shook. Once she aligned the strap with your entrance, she thrusted the strap into you, her body pressing your legs above your head in missionary and her hand wrapping around your throat. Your knees rested by your ears as she loomed over you, her presence intimidating. Her free arm rested on the sheets beside us as the strap slid in and out of you, soft grunts filling your ears. Her hips rolled against yours, her pace beginning to quicken.

"You wanna act like a slut? Then get treated like one."

She snapped as her strap dug deeper and deeper inside of your core, hitting all the right spots. Her pace was relentless, her thrusts fueled by rage. Everyone in this university knew we were dating, so all she could feel was resentment. Resentment for that blonde headed bitch who got your number knowing you were my girlfriend. She had the audacity to flirt with you too.

And the (not so) funny thing? You let her. Just at the thought her pace quickened once more, her hands gripping the undersides of your legs as an anchor.

"Keep your eyes on me. Giving other people your number like you don't know who fucks you so good."

She rasped. She tried a few different angles with her hips, listening intently to see which ones made you scream. Once she finally found the sweet spot she gave herself a victory. Her head fell against your calves, face contorted in pleasure. The headboard of the bed slammed against the wall from her powerful thrusts, grunts continuing to leave her and sounds of skin slapping together filling the room. She heard your phone buzz and scoffed. She grabbed the phone as she thrusted into you, finding the blonde bitches contact. Janessa.

Her hand gripped your phone tightly, nearly crushing it as an idea popped into her head. An idea that would make her back off of what was hers. She pressed onto the girl's contact, before pressing the ‘call’ button, putting it on speakerphone as she pounded into you.

"Tell her who your girlfriend is."

She spoke roughly, grunting in satisfaction as you screamed her name. You tried to pick up what Caitlyn said to the poor girl afterwards, but with the way she was slamming into you, even trying to listen was impossible. She was fucking you senseless. She eventually hung up the phone and tossed it across the room, feeling you clench around her.

She knew you were about to cum. She was still mad though, so of course.. you don’t get that right. Not yet, at least. She was gonna make you work for it because you had the bright idea to pull this prank on her.

"Hold it."

She commanded, watching your face contort into an expression of desperation. She saw you use every ounce of energy you had left as you held it in. It was certainly a sight, your nails clawing at her forearms, your eyes squeezing shut, and your moans escaping through gritted teeth.

"That's a good girl. Cum for me."

She watched your body writhe in ecstasy as the release finally took hold of you, the sight reminding her of heaven on earth. She slowed the thrusting to a stop, slowly slipping the strap out. She then dove in, her tongue swirling around your entrance and dipping in. Her head bobbed as she thrusted her tongue in and out of you, before moving to write her name on your clit with her tongue.

She felt your thighs shaking against her head, her hand reaching down to slip into you and curl. She lapped at you perfectly. Your taste on her tongue made her moan. You tasted delicious. She pulled away to look up at you, her fingers pumping in and out of you mercilessly. Crawling up as her fingers stayed driving into you, she marked your neck and chest with hickeys.

It began to get harder to thrust as your walls clenched around her fingers. She doubled her efforts, wanting to make you scream again. She curled and twisted her fingers, lips latching onto your clit once more. It wasn’t long before you were squealing again, her fingers coated with your juices. She went to reach for a rag so you both could clean up.. until she caught sight of your phone.

She took a photo of you and sent it to Janessa. Your hair was wild, hickeys all over your neck, utterly ruined. In the best way possible, of course. After she felt like you’ve done enough for her tonight, she spoke as she cradled your cheek.

"You did so well. Are you okay? I wasn't too rough, was I? I love you baby, I'm sorry if it was too much."

She murmured, her voice the softest it had been all night as she wiped your body and her fingers clean with a rag, pressing gentle kisses against your body like she was worshipping you. She gave your thighs a small massage afterwards for being held in the air so long, her touch loving.

After she double, triple, and even quadruple checked you were okay, she pulled you into her arms and put on a movie. She murmured sweet nothings in your ear as she ran a hand through your hair, watching you slowly doze off from exhaustion.

"You're so beautiful. Sleep well, angel."

She never found out that it was a prank, and once you woke up you couldn’t help but smile. Janessa’s contact had been deleted from your list, blocked by Caitlyn.

[rayraelleaizawa]

Hi! How are you doing? I was wondering how would Shanks react if someone (stranger or family member) insulted his lover like "I wish you were never born" to them? How would the Red-Haired Pirates react? Can you write a one shot about it?

Hi! sorry it again took me ages to write this tho i love the idea!

I hope this is will be to your liking :) I imagine Shanks being more of the quiet guy when he's really angry. Quiet, but deadly.

Shanks x Reader

Female reader mentioned but only 1 time.

It started as a normal day where the Red Force docked on an island and you were out with Shanks roaming through the streets and looking at vendors and shops.

You two have been dating for quite some time, and the world knew you as red haired Shanks' better half, so most of them treated you extra nicely in fear of the emperor. Still, Shanks was always near you, due to his relationship with you you became a target to his enemies.

You and Shanks were having fun, him being his usual self, joking and trying all kinds of alcohol at the different food and drink stands.

Lime Juice and others of your crew were at one market stand, and Shanks and him had a small drinking competition. You leaned at a house wall and watched them smiling as Shanks laughter got louder and louder over the minutes, as someone next you said your name suddenly.

"Is that really you?", said the voice as you turned around and your mother stood there.

You were suprised. You haven't seen your family in ages, and the good-bye with them wasn't a very good one either. You didn't miss your family, especially not your mother, who only cared about image and what others thought of you.

"I shouldn't be suprised seeing you here, after the announcement came that pirates docked at this island", she said in a condescending voice.

You swallowed, as you weren't prepared to suddenly meet your mother again. You haven't told Shanks about your relationship with your family, but he never asked. He seemed to understand that your family was a chapter in your life which you had closed already.

"At first I was suprised when I heard the rumors that you and red haired Shanks were a couple. I couldn't believe that an emperor of the sea would be interested in my child", she laughed.

"But then when there were pictures of you in the newspaper, next to that man, i finally believed it. And in the end it all made sense to me. Why haven't I thought of this before? Of course would my inconsiderate good-for-nothing kid go with a drunk criminal without even thinking what it meant for family. What it meant for me! My child is now a criminal! Can you even imagine what the neighbors thought of your father and me?! We had to move to another island so people would stop looking at us"

You looked at your mother with wide eyes as she started getting louder and louder.

"Don't talk about Shanks that way! He is more than just that! He and his crew are the best thing that ever happened to me", you spoke back, and a heated argument between you two arose.

Your mother yapped about having born a criminal and that it is your duty to repay her for giving birth to you, while you argumented back that all you ever did was living for her, how she wanted you to be.

The fight between you and your mother quickly caught the attention from the people around. Shanks stood up and walked closer, but he didn't intervent for now. He knew you could fight your own battles, eventho he was concerned what exactly was happening. Lime Juice, Hongo and others of your crew also watched closely, ready to jump that woman if she went too far.

"Shanks gave me a family I'm proud of. They accept me for who I am! All you ever did was pressing me in a role of the perfect child with the perfect mother!"

"You ungrateful brat! I did everything to make you look good and you can't even thank me for that? I should've thrown you in a trash can when you were a baby. I wish you were never born!", she yelled at you and slapped you across the face.

You stood there, motionless, as you slowly realized what just happened. Before you could turn your head back from the slap, Shanks moved infront of you. His Haki was flowing around him as the crowed quickly got smaller as the smart ones all went to hide. Your mother tried to act tough, but it didn't even last a few seconds as she crumbled before him, tears streaming down her face in fear.

"You can insult me as much as you want, but never. ever. say a bad thing about my queen."

His aura alone got your mother to apologize endlessly and to beg him to spare her life. Shanks was angry, and an angry Shanks is something you never want to witness. He isn't loud and he isn't throwing hands, he is just, quiet, consuming of all your senses. He's your nightmare.

You stood behind him, holding your cheek as Hongo touched your back. His eyes were checking over your frame for injuries. You could also see Benn standing a few feet away, leaning against a house wall as he watched everything with his brows furrued.

A feeling of protection came over you, but your heart still ached. You never had the best relationship with your mother, but she never said anything so cruel to you. You slowly turned around and started walking towards the Red Force. You knew you could leave the rest to Shanks. He wouldn't kill her, she was still your mother, but he'd make sure she'll never came near you again. His crew followed you, with a respectfull distance to not smother you, but still close enough that everyone could see they were ready to kill for you.

Back at the Red Force you went to your joined room with Shanks. You sat on the bed and stared at the wall. Only after some time did you realize you were crying. Not long after you heard the door opening and then quietly closing again. Shanks walked up to you and slowly sat on the bed behind you. He moved his arms around you and gently brought you to his chest.

He didn't talk at first, just let you settle in his arms and cry. He kissed your forehead from the side.

"You are the world, darling. The only good thing this woman has ever done, was bringing you into this world. I couldn't think of what I'd do without you. I love you, and I want you to know that you're appreciated for who you are."

At first you didn't respond, you just moved and buried your head in his chest as he gently held you.

"Thank you for being my family", you said after some time, and Shanks smiled into your hair, pressing gentle kisses on your hairline.

"Always, my love"

The next day, Lucky made your favourite food. Benn lend you one of his infamous notebooks he wrote about his past adventures in that no one was allowed to read. Monster wanted to play with you, and the others all did little favours for you over the next week. Appreciating you even more than they already did. Telling you "thank you" for small things you did, but with the meaning that they are gratefull you exist. And Shanks did everything to let you know that he was the most gratefull of that.

[softidiotsposts]

All American

surprise, surprise...

{Hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Another post coming on the weekend :) Warnings: fluffy fluff, long distance relationship, American!reader// word count: 2.1k}

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You meet Alexia Putellas when she wins her first Ballon D'or, you were invited since you made top three- and you watch as Alexia wins and you come in second place. She's beautiful and before that moment you had never seen her in person, only over clips and videos that you thought didn't do her enough justice.

She's very beautiful and while it hurts to come in second place, you know that Alexia fully deserves the award- you've seen her stats, watched the game highlights to know that Alexia is a kind of talent that comes around once a decade... maybe even once two decades.

But... The fact that she's ridiculously attractive and makes your heart beat slightly faster also helps get over that fact that you'd come in second place in football's most prestigious award.

You officially meet the Ballon D'or winner when the after party is held- it's nothing crazy, just an opportunity for photographers to snap more pictures of a bunch of football players outside of the confines of their club attire. Also, a method of keeping you all occupied while the engravings and such happen.

You mostly just stand to the side, holding a water since you don't really drink and also because your FIFA best eleven has been taken away by someone for engraving.

You're not the biggest fan of social events and you don't count matches as social events... so the only time you really leave your house to socialize is at these events.

Only because your agent says it would be a bad look not to show up and maybe because your just as much of a football nerd as the next person, so seeing all these great players- even though you're also considered great- is kind of cool.

You notice your glass is empty and are about to get a refill of water when you bump into someone that you hadn't realized was in front of you.

It's Alexia fucking Putellas.

That was the person who you'd practically crashed into and you thank your lucky stars that neither of you are carrying any drinks because Alexia's dress looks rather expensive- too expensive.

And because she's Alexia, the greatest player on the planet at that moment and you'd look like an utter fool.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" You yelp out awkwardly because this is Alexia Putellas-

Football superstar with the most impressive season you've seen to date and even though you're the same age, she seems like a thousand years away from you.

"It's okay, accident, no?" She chuckles at your panicked reaction.

You nod desperately, trying to convince yourself that everything is okay more than you are agreeing with Alexia.

It all feels quite surreal- you've followed Alexia's career closely ever since she made waves at Barcelona even though you play in the NWSL, a closed league that is an ocean away from her.

"You are Y/N?"

Alexia's question snaps you out of your short daydream- she's asking about you and you resist acting shocked even though you are. Alexia is asking about you, sure you'd been nominated but it had been a fluke- 100% a fluke.

"Err.. yeah, Y/N, that's me... haha.." You trail off, laughing awkwardly and you suddenly want a hole to appear in the ground so you may jump in it.

Alexia appears to be more amused by antics than you are because a moment later she's got her head thrown back in a laugh then her hand comes to rest on your blazer clad shoulder. The touch spreads an unbelievable heat across you and you resist the urge to go red somehow.

"You are very funny, you know?"

You have no clue where Alexia gets the idea from because all you've done is act like a clown in front of her- awkwardly sputtering out random words that don't fit together at all in hopes of diffusing a situation you've taken too far already.

You giggle uncharacteristically, "Thank you... and you're very very pretty and talented..."

You said it before you can stop yourself then you realize what you've just said- your eyes bug out and a hand slaps over your mouth as though you're a child that has just swore in front of their parents.

You have no clue why you said that- it was the truth- but there was no need to vocalize it.

You glance at the cup in your hand and wonder whether the bartender misheard you when you asked for water- your accent isn't that bad... at least to other Americans but you can see non-English people struggling to understand a New York accent.

"God- I'm really sorry- I... I shouldn't have sa-"

Alexia blushes, "No, no... If it matters- I think you're pretty hot."

That's how it all starts, you accidently admitting your very obvious crush on Alexia mere hours after losing out on the Ballon D'or to her and Alexia kind of reciprocating it.

It spirals from then on, you return to the States and Alexia goes back to Spain but you call practically everyday- spend hours on the phone when you should be asleep, it often makes you end up with the lowest sleep score in the squad- something your coach questions regularly and something that you have to play off. 

You visit Alexia as well- any time you can- take planes back and forth even if it's just for a long weekend but it's worth the small fortune you spend on plane tickets because you and her just... click.

Kind of like the romcoms you see on TV, the ones where they know each other for a week before being completely in love- or have some odd meet cute that turns into a whirlwind romance overnight.

To be completely honest, you have probably loved Alexia the second she beat you in the rankings- she was everything; talented, smart, dedicated, insanely hot... and you were head over heels the second she walked up the steps.

Not that you would tell her because her ego is big enough as it is.

That's probably part of why you accept Barcelona's offer without much consideration- the money is sound but that's the least of your worries. Barcelona is a strong team, multiple time Champions League winners and a squad built on talent that you see once a lifetime.

It's kind of insane that they want you- that they pay for a release clause, want you to sign a three year contract for a sum that is double your current one and will give you a place in the lineups, regularly.

So you don't do much thinking and sign because if that wasn't enough then Alexia playing for Barcelona was.

"Hey baby, gonna be on the plane soon, 'kay?"

You balance your phone to your ear, using your shoulder to keep it in place as you hold your passport, visa, suitcase and backpack in both hands.

"Are you sure you don't want me to pick you up?" Alexia's voice sounds a little worried and that's become a norm for when you're flying across the ocean for her.

You tut, "Don't you have training then?"

You know Alexia does since you have her schedule memorized so you can plan phone calls but ask anyway- just out to drive your point home since Alexia can sometimes worry so much about the safest things.

You’ve had to remind her that driving is more dangerous than flying- multiple times. 

"Yes but I'm sure that-"

"No, you're staying at training."

Your voice is final and it sounds serious like when the two of you argue about anything or in situations like this one- one's where you need to convince Alexia to do something.

"Okay... but call when you land?"

You smile at Alexia's soft voice as you sit in front of your terminal and fiddle with your ticket.

"I'll text- you'll still be in training."

You hear a rebuttal almost immediately, "I'll have my phone."

You sigh loudly so Alexia can hear it through the speaker, "Baby, nothing is going to happen and don't take your phone- You know it broke last time because someone kicked a ball at it by accident last time."

"Vale, no phone but text me, okay?"

You chuckle and nod even though she can't see you, "Of course I will."

"I love you, Ale."

"Te amo, cariño."

With that being the end of your conversation you hang up and stand in line when boarding begins, thinking only of Alexia and hot Spain.

The plane ride is mostly smooth with the exception being that your headphones run out of battery half way through the flight and you're forced to wait for them to charge- during that time, you get to listen to the symphony that is passenger announcements, children yelling and your ears popping.

When you finally land in sunny Barcelona you let out a relieved sigh, finally you're back on the ground and out of the crowded airplane. The first thing you do of course is text Alexia- it's brief, just letting her know that you've landed and will see her soon.

Then you get an overpriced taxi but not to Alexia's apartment instead the Barcelona training ground- you smirk to yourself, your transfer had thankfully not been leaked... Sure, there were the occasional rumors but most of them signaled that you'd been going to one of the Manchesters or maybe Lyon.

Yet here you were, in front of the Barcelona offices and training grounds- ready to get your pictures taken and surprise Alexia. You actually have no clue how you kept this hidden from her for so long, she'd been asking about the rumors and you'd shoot her down every time, it's easy to do on the phone when she can’t really tell what you’re thinking by a single look.

"Y/N?"

You turn to spot a small group of Barcelona staff with bright smiles, you happily walk up to them- dragging your suitcase and everything else.

"Hi, nice to meet you."

You let go of your backpack and reach out to shake their hands. You're then escorted to one of the photography rooms, where they hand you a Barcelona shirt with your name and number for you to put on.

They direct you in a couple of poses that require bright and happy smiles- the kind you're more than willing to give.

After a dozen photos, you're handed a bunch of free things- training gear with the club logo, travel kit and many more things in a neat bag.

"Would you mind if I watched the training?" You ask with a light smile.

They nod and allow you to leave your stuff in the changing rooms- then you walk out into the sun and regret not wearing some kind of shorts instead of jeans and the fact that you’re not wearing sunglasses.

The session looks to be ending, with the players gathered in a circle in the middle of the pitch, clearly discussing something- you smirk and walk as quietly as you can towards them.

You take your place behind Alexia and she's so focused on the discussion that's taking place in rapid Spanish that she doesn't notice you. Not until you rest your hands on her waist and say,

"Mind translating for me, baby?"

Alexia whips around and you're brought into a bone crushing hug. It feels like coming home in the best way possible- like a warm drink on a cold evening to warm you right up. Alexia’s always felt like that and you’d have it no other way. 

Your arms are wrapped around her waist tightly while hers crush your shoulders as she keeps you impossibly close. You can tell she's crying from the wet patch forming on your t-shirt and the fact that her breathing has turned irregular.

You pull away slightly and see that her eyes are red with tears, you chuckle and wipe them away.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well... I said I was visiting right?" You raise a brow.

Alexia gives you a look, "You know that's not what I mean."

You roll your eyes and then grin widely, "Well... How would you feel if we played together? I promise you'll get loads of assis-"

"You signed... here?" She cuts you off.

"Well, yeah, where else would I go? Is this not the best club in Eur-"

This time Alexia presses her lips to yours in a sweet kiss that tastes like salty tears and utter happiness. Both of you ignore the stares from the team- you've met them a few times at different events so they should know who you are... unless they've forgotten of course.

So just to be safe when Alexia let's you go, you introduce yourself,

"Hey, I'm Y/N, the new striker."

It's after a season with Barcelona that you win the Ballon D'or- this time it's you on stage, awkwardly receiving the award with a smile but you think that the way Alexia looks- perfect and wonderfully gorgeous, trumps the award- 100% it does. 

[fanfic-ya-know]

Did You Get the Feeling?

Pairing: Bob Reynolds x Thunderbolt!Reader +platonic Thunderbolts (mostly Yelena) x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: reader is afab, mentions of a toxic relationship, language, alcohol consumption

AN: I have not stopped thinking about Lewis Pullman in weeks - it's becoming a problem. SO enjoy this little fic kinda based on this song I like. This is probably going to get a second part, so let me know if you guys are interested in that! And, as always, please send me your thoughts and/or requests!

Here's the link to part 2: I Guess You Got the Feeling

It had been a few weeks since you'd decided to break up with your shitty ex-boyfriend, and the only person on the team who knew was Yelena. Honestly, it was a long time coming, but you weren't ready for all the drama that came with ending a relationship. So you took it slow. With Yelena's help, you mourned the loss of the man you had devoted the last three years of your life to. She helped you work through all the stages of grief before you even told your boyfriend. It wasn't super fair to him, but after all he had put you through, you didn't really care.

Eventually, you worked up the nerve to tell him it was over, and he reacted exactly how you thought he would. First, he was defensive, telling you how much you'd be missing out on. Then he started getting more aggressive, calling you a bitch, saying that you were probably cheating on him with one of the guys on your team. Not that you ever would, but the idea wasn't entirely out of nowhere.

The two of you had fights before about Bob, about how much time you spent with him, about how much you texted him, and how you would drop everything in a moment's notice if he needed you. You sometimes felt bad about your relationship with Bob, and, for a while, even pulled back from it, in an effort to appease your boyfriend. But when that turned into him complaining about how clingy you suddenly were, you realized nothing you could do would please him. That was the beginning of the end.

Now, here you were, listening to him ramble on about how you'd never find another guy like him and how he's actually better off without you.

"Great," you said, cutting him off. "Thanks for being so understanding." Then, you finished gathering your things from his apartment and left. You felt free. You felt like you could fly.

By the time you reached the tower, though, you felt like you needed a drink. Somewhere during the walk home, your ex's words had sunk in. Maybe you would never find someone else. Maybe he was the best you could get, and you just blew it. He put up with a lot of your shit and almost never complained about your job. And now you had just thrown three years down the drain.

When you stepped into your room, you dropped the small bag of things you'd brought back with you, which suddenly felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. It made a small noise as it hit the floor, and you simultaneously flopped face down on your bed.

You weren't sure exactly how much time had passed, likely only a few minutes, before you heard a knock on your door. All you could manage was a groan in response.

"Okaaaay, I'm coming in," Yelena announced before opening the door. You could hear her padding across the floor, and the mattress dipped beside you. Yelena started patting your head awkwardly, unsure of what to do in this situation. "Sooooo," she started, opting to retract her hand since the patting didn't seem to help. "How did it go?"

You let out a strange noise, something between a grunt and a groan that was muffled by your comforter.

"You know I am going to need more details than that."

"Fine," you sighed, rolling onto your back. You told her about how things had gone and how you were feeling. Yelena had been your go-to person for all of your relationship problems. Even though you would consider Bob your closest friend, it felt weird to talk to him about these things. You didn't think he would want to hear about it, and that he probably wouldn't know what to say. Not that Yelena was great with advice - her default being "then break up with him" for some time now. But she was good at listening, and she made you feel a little less crazy when you were upset about something.

"So let's go get a drink," she said matter-of-factly once you had finished. "I've been dying to get out of the tower, and I know Ava would want to come with."

"I don't know," you groaned again. "I don't want to make a whole thing of it."

"Then we don't tell anyone why," she offered. "We can invite everyone, because Alexi will throw a fit if we don't, and we call it team bonding or whatever."

You propped yourself up on your elbows and contemplated her suggestion. "Okay," you said finally. "But let's go somewhere chill, I don't want to feel underdressed, and I don't have it in me to try to look nice."

Yelena let out a small laugh at that. "Got it, I'll go tell the team." And with that, she left your room.

You flopped back against the mattress and pulled your phone from your back pocket, beginning the slow and painful process of deleting all of the evidence from your relationship.

A few hours later, you'd managed to drag yourself out of bed and put on a fresh set of clothes. You put on your favorite pair of jeans, a tank top, and your comfiest sweatshirt. You reapplied your mascara and ran a brush through your hair, but that was all you had the energy for.

Yelena had texted you the time to meet in the common area before heading out. By showing up on time, you had managed to beat everyone there. Everyone except Bob. He was perched in his usual chair, likely having been there for a while, just waiting for something to happen. Bob lifted his gaze from his book when he heard your footsteps approaching, his eyes lighting up slightly at the sight of you.

"H-Hey," he said, marking his place in the book and setting it to the side. "I was, uh, looking for you earlier, but Y-Yelena said you'd gone to your boyfriend's place. I didn't want to bother you, but I-" he swallowed, looking up at you and then back down at his hands sheepishly. "I, uh, I dunno, I'm glad you're back."

You got that warm feeling in your chest at his words, something that happened a lot when you were around Bob. "Yeah," your voice came out in the way that you reserved for him, soft, but not quiet, more breathy than you usually were. "I'm glad I'm back, too. I missed you."

Bob's eyes snapped to yours at the confession. He smiled at you, and the warmth you felt in your chest seemed to bloom in his as well, a soft pink blush spreading from below the collar of his sweater up his neck, reaching the apples of his cheeks and the tips of his ears. It wouldn't be that noticeable if you hadn't been staring at him so intently.

Your shared focus was broken by the sound of the rest of the team coming down the hall, chatting about the bar you were all heading to and how much you all needed this. Yelena caught your gaze and gave you a reassuring smile.

The team piled into the elevator together, Bob opting for one of the back corners, pressing his back against the wall. You followed him in, turning to face the front of the elevator as it filled up, and you ended up with your back bumping into Bob's chest. His hands instinctively grabbed your waist, steadying you as you stumbled backwards into him. "Sorry," you half-whispered over your shoulder.

The doors to the elevator closed, and you turned your face back to the front. Glancing around, you realized something. "Guys," you addressed the group. "Where's Walker?"

The whole elevator burst into laughter at your realization. "Oh, he is going to be so mad," Yelena said between laughs. Even Bob let out a good chuckle, his breath hitting the back of your neck where you had swept your hair to one side. You smiled at the feeling, both because of how good it felt to hear his laugh and because of how nice it felt to be this close to him without feeling guilty.

When John finally joined the group in the lobby of the tower, he did not look happy. "You guys suck," was all he said before the team filed through the front doors, Yelena and Ava leading the way to whatever bar they had picked.

Not much later, you found yourself dangling from a stool at a high-top table in one of the dingiest bars you'd ever been in, trying to keep your sneakers off the sticky floor as much as possible. You had all taken a round of shots upon arrival, save for Bob, who was nursing a Coke Zero with lime, and now you had a mixed drink in your hand. You had no intention of getting drunk, just wanting enough alcohol to keep the ache in your chest at bay, Bob's proximity somehow both helping and hindering your goal. The brush of his arm against yours was certainly adding to the fuzziness in your brain. You looked over at him, watching the way his throat bobbed as he sipped his drink through the tiny straw.

Bob turned to face you, slightly pulling you out of your trance. "Y-You okay?" He asked with genuine concern lining his features, a crease forming between his brows. He was so beautiful, and it took a lot of your focus not to reach out and touch him.

"Yeah," you breathed out through a smile. You shook your head slightly. "Sorry, just lost in thought. I think maybe I should slow down," you said, gesturing to the drink in front of you. You weren't sure what was in it, having trusted Yelena when she pressed it into your hand before she disappeared onto the dancefloor somewhere with Ava.

Bob nodded at your words. Then, his eyes darted to your mouth as your tongue poked out to wet your suddenly chapped lips. When his gaze returned to your eyes, a blush rose to his cheeks, realizing what he had just done and that you had seen him.

Then, as if on cue, Yelena appeared out of nowhere. "Y/N!" she shouted over the music. "Come to the bathroom with me!"

This made you realize just how close you and Bob had been, since you were able to hear each other without raising your voices. "Where's Ava?" You asked her, scanning the crowded bar for your other friend.

"She and Walker are trying to teach Barnes how to be a normal person at a bar in the 21st century," Yelena explained. "Now c'mon, I have to pee."

You turned back to Bob with an apologetic look and took Yelena's outstretched hand. She began dragging you away as you called an "I'll be right back" to Bob as you waded through the crowd.

When you reached the bathroom, Yelena pulled you into the stall with her. You stood awkwardly, not looking directly at her. "Don't hate me," Yelena said.

"Okay," you responded hesitantly.

"But I told Ava," she continued. "Because sisterhood or girl code or whatever." You sighed and looked at her expectantly as she zipped up her pants, knowing there was more. With this team, there was always more. "And she told Bucky, and I'm pretty sure Walker overheard."

"Okay," you repeated, resigned to whatever would come of them knowing all about your love life.

"Well," Yelena said, her story evidently not finished. "Bucky told Alexi, and you know he's just sitting at the bar now-"

"So now the whole place knows?" you clarified.

"Not Bob," she offered, as if it made any difference. And it kind of did. You wanted to be the one to tell him that you were newly single, to try to gauge his reaction.

You exited the stall so that Yelena could wash her hands. She looked up at you in the mirror. "I'm sorryyyyyy," she grimaced.

"It's fine," you reassured her with a chuckle and a shake of your head. You weren't surprised in the slightest.

You followed Yelena out of the bathroom, but you stopped in your tracks, surprised to find that Bob wasn't where you had left him. Confusion etched on your face, you scanned the room. Yelena turned and gave you a knowing smile. "He's probably with the others," she shouted over the music that was once again thrumming in your ears. Yelena grabbed your hand once again, carting you behind her, in search of your friends.

You finally found them near the back, gathered around a pool table. John and Bucky were in the middle of a game, and Ava was antagonizing them both, saying if they had let her play, she'd be destroying them. "Yeah," John scoffed, "that's why we didn't let you play."

Alexi had managed to find the only comfortable-looking chair in the entire bar and looked as if he was about to pass out in it. You winced at the thought of trying to get him home later.

And then there was Bob. He was standing near a high-top table, guarding your drink like his life depended on it. He had a soft smile on his lips as he watched the trio at the pool table.

"Helloooooo?" Yelena announced your entrance, and the entire team paused to turn and look at the two of you. "You guys said you were going to wait for me," she directed to the group fighting over whose turn it was.

Bob's eyes stayed on yours from across the space, and his gaze softened slightly. Shit. He knew. You were sure someone had told him while you were in the bathroom, ruining your chance to tell him yourself.

You crossed the room towards him, and when you got close, he picked up your drink and offered it to you. You took the sweaty glass from his hand without breaking eye contact, his expression soft, comforting, maybe even hopeful. You pause in front of him, a comfortable distance separating the two of you. You ached to be closer, taking a deep breath, eyes still searching his. Finally, you looked down at the drink in your hand and lifted it to your lips. Bob watched intently as you finished the drink, his own throat flinching in reaction as you set the glass back on the table. His eyes caught on the small drop of liquid left at the corner of your mouth, and they widened as you wiped away the drop with your thumb and dipped it into your mouth, sucking it clean. The sight felt vulgar. "I'm going to get another," you said, breaking his concentration. "Anyone want anything from the bar?" you asked the group, turning away from Bob. He let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding.

You listened as your teammates each gave you their orders, and then you turned to Bob, smiling sweetly. "Will you help me?" you asked. He just nodded in response, not trusting his voice.

You knew what you were doing as you led Bob through the crowd toward the bar, your hand in his larger one, fingers intertwined lightly. You'd gotten all the answers you needed from the look in his eyes earlier. And now, you were trying to give him the encouragement he needed to make the first move.

There was only enough space at the bar for you to squeeze between two of the other patrons and lean against the counter. Still, you held onto Bob, pulling him forward and placing your joined hands on the bar, forcing him to lean into you slightly and rest his chest against your back. You stood there a while, waiting for the bartender to take your order and bring you the collection of drinks. You paid and passed a couple of them back to Bob. Even with his help, it was a balancing act to carry all the drinks back to the group. By the time you returned, your sleeve was wet with John's spilled beer seeping into the soft fabric. He grumbled something about "of course mine is the one that spilled," but you weren't really listening. Instead, you tugged the sweatshirt over your head and laid it over the back of a chair, hoping it would be mostly dry by the time you guys left the bar.

You were more exposed than you typically liked to be in public, your tank top hugging your figure, and the neckline exposing the soft flesh at the top of your breasts. But the buzz from your first drink lingered, and your second held the promise of maintaining that fuzzy, slightly giddy feeling you needed. Bob’s stare, however, was affecting you far more than the alcohol. You could feel it - the way his eyes raked over your form, lingering on the swell of your breasts. When his eyes finally met yours, his blush darkened, realizing he’d been caught eye-fucking you. A flicker of gold flashed across his eyes, so quick, you almost missed it.

The rest of the night went smoothly. You and Bob maintained a safe distance for the most part, neither of you quite ready to break the barrier that was obviously crumbling between you. You laughed with your friends, almost forgetting why this outing had been planned in the first place. But as things wound down and your buzz dissipated, the ache in your chest returned.

Bob seemed to notice your mood shift as he made his way back over to you. The group murmured variations of the same sentiment: everyone was tired and wanted to go home. Bob picked up your sweatshirt from where you had left it and passed it to you wordlessly. You slipped the soft fabric back on, the sleeve now only slightly damp from the spilled beer. The moment felt tender, almost domestic.

Your group of friends trudged through the now nearly empty bar and out the door, the chill New York air hitting your face sharply. You winced at the feeling, and Bob turned at the sound. He watched as you rubbed your hands together, trying to generate warmth. He smiled softly, finding the sight adorable. He simply extended his arm toward you as you walked side by side, offering his right hand to you. Bob always ran warm, so you immediately accepted his offer, both of your hands clamping around his larger one. You intertwined the fingers of your left hand with his right and placed your right one over the back, sandwiching his hand between yours. It didn't seem to bother him at all, despite the stark difference in temperature.

You walked in near silence with your friends all the way back to the tower. Then, just like before, only now including John, you all piled into the elevator. Bob didn't move from your side, and you didn't let go of his hand. Your head lulled to the side, resting against his arm. You reached the residential floor, and everyone bid each other goodnight. It wasn't until you stood in front of your bedroom door that you finally detached from Bob.

"Thank you," you whispered, your throat feeling dry. You looked down at your hands, still tingling from the warmth of his touch. Your voice was so low that if it weren't for his enhanced hearing, Bob might not have heard you.

"F-For what?" he asked. You looked up to find his gaze already set on yours. There was a small crease between his brows as he looked at you, the question shown on his face. You wanted to reach up and smooth away the lines of confusion and worry and fear that seemed almost permanent in his expression. Instead, you twisted the ring around your thumb, a nervous tick you picked up for when you didn't know what to do with your hands.

"For walking me to my door," you shrugged like that was obviously what you meant, that you had only wanted to thank him for his chivalry, but you continued. "For tonight. For being so great."

Bob softened at your words, as he often did. "Oh." He rubbed the back of his neck and looked down at the floor. If not for the darkness, you would've seen the blush form on his skin. "Y-Yeah, no problem."

"I know someone told you," you said, finally deciding to address the topic that had hung in the air around you all night. "I wanted to tell you myself. I was going to, but I just didn't get the chance." You paused, thinking about your next words carefully. "I mean, it's no secret that things weren't going well for a while now, and I'm glad it's over. For a lot of reasons." Your words caught in your throat, suddenly feeling overcome with emotions. You searched Bob's eyes, you didn't know what you hoped to see, but what you found was quiet understanding. He was patient, letting you say what you needed to say without interruption, and you were grateful. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, thank you for being there for me." Another pause, not sure of yourself. "And I'm just going to need a little time."

Bob gave you a small nod and a smile, not the wide, open-mouthed one you'd grown to love. This smile was just a twitch, pulling up the corner of his mouth for less than a second. "That's okay," he breathed out, his eyes glassy with understanding, with what felt like love.

"Take as long as you need."

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under the bleachers ⋆˚࿔

what starts with one stolen glance across the soccer field turns into a secret-laced spiral of late-night drives, under-the-bleachers kisses, and the kind of love that makes you reckless. in a town that doesn’t understand girls like them, they find freedom in each other—and maybe something like forever. ⟢ a/n : ending’s almost theree!!!!

you’re not sure when it stopped being a secret.

maybe it was when natalie started stealing your scrunchies on purpose and wearing them on her wrist like a trophy. maybe it was when you kissed her behind the vending machines after sixth period and a freshman definitely saw but didn’t say anything—just widened their eyes and scampered off like they’d stumbled into an urban legend. or maybe it was when she started showing up to practice with two slushies and only ever handed one to you, muttering “team spirit” with that crooked smile like she wasn’t even trying to pretend anymore.

either way, people know now.

and the thing is? it’s not bad. it’s not like the movies made it seem—no slurs carved into your locker, no lunch trays flipped, no whispered threats in the hallway. just glances. longer ones. sharper ones. silence that stretches too long when you walk into a room together. people noticing. people noticing.

you thought you’d hate that part.

you always said you didn’t want attention unless it was the shiny, normal kind—the applause-after-a-game, captain-of-the-squad kind.

but with natalie’s hand hooked casually through your belt loop, her chipped nails grazing your hipbone while she grins like she invented rebellion, you kind of… don’t care.

you’re in too deep for caring.

lunch is a disaster, as usual.

she’s sitting on the table instead of the bench like a gremlin, hoodie up, sunglasses on indoors like she’s avoiding paparazzi. you’re next to her, tray in front of you, textbook open to a page you’ve read five times and absorbed none of.

natalie is carefully peeling the pepperoni off your pizza, one by one.

“you realize that’s my food, right?” you ask, nudging her with your elbow.

she doesn’t look up. “you realize i’m dating you, right?”

your breath catches.

she said it. like it was nothing. like it was a fact.

and maybe it is a fact. you just hadn’t said it out loud yet.

you blink. “you just said it.”

she freezes with a pepperoni halfway to her mouth. “said what?”

“‘dating.’ you said you’re dating me.”

natalie groans like you’re making it a thing. “i meant it as, like, a vibe.”

“you literally just defined our relationship.”

“take it back.”

“never.”

she peeks at you from under her hoodie, sunglasses slipping down her nose.

you grin. “you’re my girlfriend.”

“oh my god,” she mutters, chucking a grape at you.

you catch it in your mouth.

she looks disgusted and a little impressed.

“you’re gonna be annoying about this, huh?” she asks.

“obnoxious,” you promise.

natalie shakes her head, reaches over, and steals your drink like that’s gonna shut you up.

(it won’t.)

after school, you’re at her place. kind of.

her room’s a mess of old band posters, mismatched socks, a desk covered in half-burned candles and scratchy mixtapes in sharpie-covered jewel cases. it smells like vanilla, weed, and citrus—something that might be your shampoo, which is a whole other thing you’re not unpacking today.

she’s on the bed, upside down, legs thrown over the headboard. you’re doing homework on the floor like a chump.

“would you still like me if i shaved my head?” she asks suddenly.

“yes.”

“what if i got an eyebrow piercing?”

“hot.”

“what if i joined… theater?”

you pause. look up slowly. “babe—”

“okay, too far,” she mutters, grimacing. “even i wouldn’t do that.”

you throw a pen at her. she dodges. throws a sock at you in retaliation.

you throw it back. you miss. she cackles.

then, softer: “you’re not bored of me yet?”

you freeze.

it’s casual, the way she says it. offhand. like she’s asking about the weather.

but she’s not.

you set your pencil down.

look at her, really look.

at the way her knee bounces when she’s overthinking. the way her knuckles are always a little scraped from something. the way she always tries to pretend she’s tougher than she is, until you touch her wrist or her hair or the corner of her mouth and she goes quiet.

“not even close,” you say.

natalie turns her head, eyes unreadable.

you let the silence sit.

you’ve learned not to fill every pause. not with her. she needs room. space to come closer on her own.

eventually, she rolls over and flops beside you on the floor, stealing your notes.

you let her.

that friday, you wear her jersey again.

but this time, she doesn’t look surprised when she sees you in it.

she just nods, lips twitching, like: yeah. that’s mine.

you’re standing by the bleachers, pom-poms tucked under your arm, and natalie walks past you, barely glancing over—but she winks.

and the whole school sees it.

and you let them.

you’re done hiding. you’re done pretending this is anything but real.

later, when they lose the game and the field is heavy with the weight of almosts and mud and curses yelled into the grass—when you find her by the water fountain, sweating and breathing hard, bruised under her eye and pissed at herself—she says, “you sure you still wanna wear this thing?”

you reach for her hand.

tug her close.

and say, “you’re worth the loss.”

and this time, she doesn’t flinch. she just kisses you like she means it.

like maybe… this is a win, too.

⟢ a/n : this is longer bcs ending is in next part😁 part four ⊹ ࣪ ˖ part five ⊹ ࣪ ˖ part six ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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── .✦ sick love song [1/3]

➺ pairing — cm punk ♥︎ f!reader ♥︎ seth rollins ➺ summary — on their one year anniversary, reader remembers how she and punk became she, punk, and seth. ➺ links — one. two. three. ➺ words — 2.6k ➺ warnings — nsfw. mention of stalking/attempted kidnapping, threesome, dirty talk, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected p in v, cum 18+ ➺ taglist — if you’d like to be added, please click here! 

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It started because she’d left the hotel room alone, Punk snoring on his side of the bed, to retrieve her forgotten earbuds in the rental vehicle.

It started because she’d let her guard down, thinking nothing could happen to her in the parking lot of a hotel.

It started because she never even made it to the SUV, a pair of huge arms capturing her, yanking her feet from the ground.

It started because, as she was flung through the air and manhandled toward a dingy black van, she’d spotted a mess of blonde hair in the distance.

It started because she’d bit one of the fingers of the hand covering her mouth, inflicting enough pain for it to loosen its grip, and she’d screamed, at the top of her lungs. “Seth!”

It started because Seth had spun around, the blood-curdling scream splitting his eardrums.

It started because he’d dropped his bags, even his phone, which shattered upon glancing off the pavement, and sprinted toward the scene.

It started because Seth had thrown a punch at her attacker’s face, yanking her roughly by the shoulder and then shoving her out of the way before climbing onto the man’s back, one thick arm around his neck, the other hooked around his wrist to apply even more pressure. “Call the police,” he’d told her, the assailant throwing them both to the ground, Seth losing all his air in a loud whoosh as the big man landed on top of him, but he never once relented his grip.

It started because Seth had held her attacker until he’d passed out, until the police arrived, until Seth was positive he wouldn’t be able to get at her again. And then he’d held her as they’d both answered questions despite the pain in his chest and back.

Her memory from a little over a year ago was interrupted by a shuffling Seth Rollins. She turned to look at him, eyes having adjusted to the darkness long ago, and he’d rolled from his side facing her to his back. The sheet threatened to slide off his bare hips any moment, the Vs at his waist on delectable display, and she followed the trail of dark hair from his belly button to his beard. She pressed a soft kiss to his exposed neck, nuzzling the skin behind his ear with her nose, and her smile grew as his hand lifted, then fell, resting atop hers on his chest. 

“I love you,” she whispered.

Seth mumbled something that sounded like I love you, and she kissed his cheek. Untangling herself from the same sheet barely covering Seth, she maneuvered her way toward the other side of the bed, toward the other man sharing the space with her. The man she was sleeping with long before Seth was added to the relationship—CM Punk. He was stretched out on his stomach, face scrunched into the pillow, hair sticking up in every direction, and if it was possible, her grin broadened. 

“Go to sleep,” Punk suddenly mumbled, eyes still closed. 

“Is that a threat?” his girlfriend giggled.

Punk sighed, lids lifting. “Why are you awake?” 

“Because it’s our anniversary.”

Punk’s brows rose and he nodded, his own smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he rolled onto his back, sliding his arm under her and pulling her to his chest. “But we’re not celebrating until tomorrow,” he rasped, shamelessly groping her bare ass.

She pressed her face into his sharp, salt-and-pepper beard. “But it is tomorrow,” she argued. Her small, soft hand caressed the firm planes of his chest, fingers dancing along his tattoos, flicking his nipple, snickering when he shied away and covered it with his free hand.

“Are you really horny at—” Punk turned his wrist, maintaining a shield over his nipple while he read the digital display of his smartwatch. “��four o’clock in the morning?”

She glared at him. “Come talk to me when you have to sleep between the two sexiest women in the world every night.” 

“Is that an option?” Punk feigned excitement.

“I’m switching places with Seth.”

“No!” both men exclaimed.

She threw her head back laughing, her heart swelling, aching, even though both these beautiful men belonged to her in every single way possible—heart, mind, body, soul. Never, in a million years, would she have imagined she’d end up with two men who loved her as she loved them. She wanted Seth just as much as Punk—her heart occupied with equal parts Visionary and Saint. She had no idea where any of it would lead—the three of them avoiding, like the plague, conversations about the future and what it might be like—but none of that seemed more important than the present.

It started because she had wanted to thank Seth for saving her life, though both Seth and Punk—for different reasons, she imagined—had told her it wasn’t necessary. 

It started because she’d gotten her way. She and Punk had dressed up—him in a crisp, black shirt, black pants, and sneakers she’d done everything in her power to get him not to wear; she in a black dress, hair, makeup, and jewelry pristine as always, and as she’d stepped out of the bathroom, pulling on a pair of lacy, elbow-length gloves, Punk held up a finger. “Alright, I'm having a hard enough time with the dress. I draw the line at the sexy gloves,” he’d said. She’d gently squeezed his mouth between her lacy fingers, kissing his puckered lips before saying, “You’re so cute when you draw imaginary lines that mean nothing.” She’d grabbed a handful of his balls with her free hand, Punk’s eyes snapping shut, an audible mmph resonating in his throat.

It started because Seth had also dressed to the nines in a starched white shirt unbuttoned at the neck, black suit jacket, black slacks, and, thank god, black, shiny dress shoes. His hair had been in a sleek brown and blonde bun near the crown of his head. She’d expected him to treat this dinner as a joke and to show up in one of his more ridiculous suits and spend the entire evening cackling like the Wicked Witch of the West. But he’d looked absolutely beautiful and he’d presented himself like a true gentleman, and she’d stared and admired, openly, for longer than she’d liked.

It started because Seth had chosen a beautiful booth all three of them could comfortably sit on, her in the middle of course, and she’d become so lightheaded by the men’s imposing frames, by the colliding of their respective musks and colognes, of the sheer heat they threw off, that she’d nearly passed out.

Punk yanked her on top of him until she straddled his hips, her soft, bare pussy resting on his equally soft, bare cock. Smirking, because if it hadn’t been Punk to snatch her up, it would have been Seth—she’d be the first to confess she was utterly spoiled by these men and she enjoyed every single moment and she would never do anything to disrupt this very important aspect of her life. Her hips rolled lazily back and forth, folds separating, Punk’s stiffening cock grazing along her already slick clit. Punk groaned under her, her hands planted on his unforgiving chest, his grabbing handfuls of her breasts, kneading, thumbs flicking her nipples, and as she threw her head back with a cry, she felt a third hand on her thigh. Just a comforting squeeze, a caress of Seth’s thumb—I’m right here, sweetheart, but I’m still not awake—her hand leaving Punk’s chest to clutch Seth’s hand. 

“Sorry,” she lied. “I’m impatient and … I’m just so happy.” She leaned down, pebbled nipples brushing Punk’s warm skin, and his hand was on the back of her head, pulling her the rest of the way for a searing, excruciatingly slow kiss. Her hips picked up the pace. 

“Annoying,” Punk rasped between kisses. “Don’t forget annoying.”

His girlfriend disconnected their lips with a wet smack. “Seth,” she whined. 

“He’s not wrong,” Seth mumbled in the darkness. 

“You guys suck,” she scoffed, moving to climb off Punk, though she was in no hurry, and she didn’t put up much of a fight when Punk flung an arm around her and flipped her onto her back in the middle of the bed. She felt Seth’s heat again as Punk sat up and spread her thighs, smacking his thick cock against her already soaking pussy, orchestrating a nasty soundtrack that echoed off every surface. 

“Fuck,” Punk stammered, abandoning his original plan of stuffing his cock inside her for the one where he fucked his tongue inside her instead. 

Eyes falling closed, the writhing woman’s back arched inches off the bed, one hand grabbing tufts of Punk’s already wild hair, the other gliding along Seth’s sculpted body as he climbed to his knees beside her head. Punk’s tongue was busy, experienced—lapping desperately at her free flowing juices, at her clit, her smooth lips, her thighs—revering every inch of her body that was within reach of his strongest muscle. 

“Oh, my god,” she whimpered. “Baby, please.”

“Just relax, sweet girl,” Punk cooed, his beard scratching her exposed clit, the sensitive bundle of nerves sending a jolt throughout her body. 

“And open your mouth,” Seth added.

Having complete trust in both men, she didn’t need to open her eyes before opening her mouth, happily accepting the familiar, fat head of Seth’s cock as it settled on her tongue. She closed her lips and sucked tenderly, cheeks hollowing, moaning at the tangy, delicious flavor of his precum dancing along her taste buds. 

“There she is,” Seth sighed, one hand on the top of her head, the other cupping a breast, squeezing, and her groan vibrated along his dick, her hips rolling uncontrollably against Punk’s still working mouth.

It started because she and Seth had shared a few drinks at dinner, and following the drinks came a few seemingly innocent touches to his bicep and her shoulder. A gentle whisper into one ear, the soft response into the other. A tingle in her stomach that spread to her heart—a feeling incredibly similar to the one she’d had the first time she’d locked eyes with Punk.

It started because she’d turned to Punk, pupils blown, virtually gasping for oxygen, and she’d opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Punk had smiled, brushing the backs of his fingers along her burning cheek. “You wanna invite him back to the room?” he’d asked. After a moment, she’d nodded, always honest, and Punk had leaned closer, his lips grazing her earring. “Do you wanna fuck him?” She’d pulled away from him then so she could meet his gaze, so she could look into his gorgeous green eyes and know for certain that he wasn’t pissed or jealous or offering her a good time at the expense of his own sanity. “I wanna fuck you both,” she’d divulged, “at the same time.” She pressed her forehead to his. “Is that okay?”

It started because Punk’s eyes had met Seth’s over his girlfriend’s head. “I give her everything she wants,” Punk had told Seth, and Seth had nodded. “I don’t blame you,” he’d said. Punk had stood then, taking his girlfriend’s hand and helping her out of the booth. “It was the gloves, right?” Punk had asked Seth, and Seth’s eyes had rounded as he’d tilted his head. “Dude,” he’d agreed.

Seth clutched her wrists above her head as he fucked into her searing mouth, free hand now caressing her sunken cheek. After swallowing his girlfriend’s first orgasm, Punk had finally buried his cock to the hilt in her still-pulsing pussy, coarse hands at the backs of her knees, spreading her legs until her hips screamed. 

“Fucking look at her,” Punk breathed. 

“I know,” Seth huffed. Her tongue undulated against his huge, weeping cock, gentle, rhythmic whimpers in the back of her throat matching Punk’s thrusts, and the Visionary wasn’t going to last much longer. 

“I’m so fucking proud of you, baby,” Punk went on, releasing her legs, hands becoming vices on her tits, thumbs grazing her nipples. She threw her legs around his waist, squeezing, lifting her hips to meet each thrust, jaw aching as she sucked Seth. “Taking your boys at the same time.”

Her boys. She would never get enough of them referring to themselves as her boys. Even in a rather filthy position, and on the verge of coming a second time, she still felt tears of love and joy pricking the corners of her eyes. 

“You gonna take our cum, too?” Seth breathed. She nodded wildly, for the first time fighting against Seth’s restraint of her wrists. “Look at me.” 

Her eyes popped open, instantly breaking the suction on his cock to cry out as she came without warning around Punk. Gazing up at Seth Rollins and his six-pack, the Vs she adored on both men, his hair barely held in place by the elastic tie, eyes fixed on her as he forced his dick as far down her throat as possible was more than enough to shove her over the edge. 

“Fuck,” Punk hollered, “that’s it. Come all over my dick, baby.”

Her eyes slid to her first love, and she couldn’t tell if she was coming again or just still coming , but her muscles quaked, watching Punk’s sweaty hair bounce against his forehead, biceps flexing as he fucked her onto his cock. 

“Oh, fuck,” Seth whimpered, “oh, fuck …” He held the obscenity for as long as he shot his load into her mouth, easily filling the cavern to the point of overflow—tiny, pearly  rivers seeping out of the corners, dripping indecently down her chin. 

“Don’t you swallow,” Punk ordered, and she was suddenly a lot more careful to hold Seth’s cum in her mouth as he slowly removed his softening cock. “Don’t you fucking swallow until I come in this pussy.” She whined in the back of her throat, nodding nonetheless, quickly becoming overwhelmed by all the sensations suddenly being thrown at her—her pussy was hypersensitive and screaming more more more and to also please stop I can’t take it, her tongue was coated in sticky salt, mouth sore from the previous blowjob and now the responsibility of holding too much of something inside it, wrists screaming from an unrelenting grip Seth probably didn’t realize he was still inflicting.

But she wouldn’t trade a single fucking second. 

“Fuck, you ready?” Punk asked. “Are you fucking ready, baby girl?”

The keening woman under him nodded, squirming, desperate now for him to finish, desperate to get away, desperate to feel his cum drip out of her cunt as she fell asleep, desperate to swallow Seth’s gift. 

Punk wrapped a hand around her neck. “Swallow.”

She gulped, Punk’s thumb following its progress along her throat as he emptied his balls deep inside her pussy. His hips stuttered against her, watching Seth scoop up his cum from her chin to deposit it back into her mouth, and she swallowed once more. Eventually, Punk pulled out, gently pressing her legs together and laying them delicately on the bed as she rolled onto her side. He kissed her shoulder before heading to the bathroom, Seth touching his lips to the top of her head before following, and the spent woman’s eyes narrowed as Punk flipped on the bathroom light. The men were running water in the sink and gathering washcloths when she passed out from utter exhaustion and complete satisfaction.

The three of them had no idea the hell that awaited them only a few hours later.

continued in part two.

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Casual

Sirius Black x Slytherin!Reader

In My Room Chance Pena

Masterlist

Summary: Sirius falls for his most recent hook up, and she refuses to cave to what she wants}

Wc- 6697

Cw: Not proof read- Use of {Y/N}, sexual themes and scenes(literally opens with smut), cussing, Sirius is kinda a butt and broken hearted, Marlene my beloved, Jily my beloved}

Taglist- @otterlockholmes

If someone asked your peers what was one thing about you that they would say described you best, it was that you liked control.

The fear of the unknown, or better, uncertainty wasn't something you necessarily found charming. Things needed to be handled in an exact science, nothing spontaneous, no surprises.

Not that you weren't into a little fun, but even that came down to a basic formula to you. From parties, to schoolwork, to free time, and of course, to relationships. You would certainly be a RavenClaw if you weren't so ambitious.

That's why, when it first came out that you and Sirius were ‘talking,’ everyone was baffled. In hindsight, it made sense. He was a play boy who never really settled down, and you were a player yourself. Commitment meant opening your schedule to influences outside of your control. A whole other human’s thoughts and feelings, that just didn't fit into your mindset.

That meant a whole new set of rules you weren't ready to create. A whole new ecosystem to tend to. Of course, that also meant foolish things like jealousy, possession, passion. You'd rather stay as far away from that as possible.

 So hooking up with Sirius was easy. It was a quick fix to clear your mind and just have a break. You had been seeing each other for months. It started over the summer when James invited you and Lily to the Potters’. You both were left unsupervised for an hour, and what were two wound up teens to do? 

This symbiotic relationship followed you into year seven. You and Sirius hardly truly talked before then, but now, talk was truly on the back burner. You'd both find your release in each other and you'd leave. Simple as that. He would have someone to release any tension without having to work for it and you had your own relief without commitment. It was perfect.

Until it wasn't.

See, last week you broke your own rule. You usually never stayed over at Sirius’s dorm. You both agreed it was too intimate, but you were both exhausted, and you figured staying with him once wasn't a horrible idea. He did not complain. 

Since that night, he had been acting strange. Stranger than usual, that was. He would avoid you outside of your rendezvous, suddenly too busy with Quidditch practice, without James, and personal study. You ignored it, you were never close to Sirius before so you didn't think too much about him not spending time with you. 

Then came tonight. You ran your hands on his bare chest, nails raking down his flawless skin towards his abdomen. His head was thrown back in a loud groan, the music from downstairs keeping it from being anyone's but yours. Your hips rutted cruelly against his pelvis, slow and daunting. You had been at it for an hour now, your bodies were hot, sweat slipped from your forehead as you threw your head back when you managed to roll right into a sweet tender spot. 

The sound you let out was ungodly, and Sirius was losing it. Fighting against his tie you used to restrain his wrists. Even in his predicament, he refused to give in. When you faltered, growing closer to coming undone, he cursed and began to thrust up. The slapping of skin was loud and horrific, and paired with his groans and soft moans, your unholy exhales and blubbering nonsense you managed to slip out your lips, it sounded more like a porno scene than a dorm room.

Your legs began to shake, you pulled your nails from his freshly pink skin and ran your fingers up his cheeks and into his hair. You closed your eyes and bit your lip, meeting his thrusts in an animalistic way. His eyes were transfixed on you. How your body was glowing in the moonlight from the window, with a thick sheen of sweat and indented skin where he bit you too hard. You looked like a masterpiece to him, something he never wanted to give up.

“I love you.”

The words slipped through his lips before he could stop it. You both reached your hazy highs. You gave a croak of a moan and fell limp against his form. He was panting and huffing as his cum coated your insides. It felt so perfect. It was perfect for him.

Then, you were untying his wrists, carefully climbing off of him too soon, and the euphoria cleared, and he knew what he had done. He watched as you got up, grabbing his towel and patting yourself dry. Tossing it onto his lap without another word.

He sat up on his elbows and watched as you got ready, putting on the thin black dress that started all of this. 

“You're not staying?”

You wanted to ignore him. You wanted to snap and shout at him. If there was anyone you knew who could have kept this just a hookup, it was Sirius Black. And he betrayed your trust. And that made it so much harder.

“No.”

Sirius gave a dry laugh and fell back against his bed sheets. Running his fingers through his hair as he looked up at the ceiling. Merlin, this felt too damn familiar. 

“Is it too late to pretend that didn't happen?”

You gave your own sarcastic laugh, grabbing your wand and shoes. You looked back at him, his eyes were wide and glossy, already rimming red. You were unsure if it was from the salt of his skin invading his eyes, or if he was about to cry, but you were weak to his looks. All of them.

You sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, fiddling with your heel straps.

“When?”

“What?”

“When did this become more to you?”

You could practically hear him flinch. To you. There was nothing to you. This meant nothing more than sex to you, you made that clear, but hearing it made Sirius ache.

“It always was.”

“What?”

“I’ve loved you. Since year five.”

You covered your face and groaned. You wanted to be sympathetic, but you were mad. He had been using you, this whole time, for some fantasy in his head, in a world where you were his. It made your stomach turn with guilt. How dare he make you feel guilty for this. He sat up and rubbed the back of his neck, just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“We're done.”

“Wait-”

“Goodnight, Sirius.”

He tried to reach for you but you had already slipped on your shoes. You walked out the door as Sirius stumbled after you. Putting on his boxers and trying to follow after, not even thinking of making himself not look like hot sex.

“Hey! See ya, {Y/N}!” James called from the doorway and Sirius met his eyes trying to leave. James looked down at Sirius bewildered, he was usually long since asleep after your time together, or at least smoking in bed. His friend looked so defeated. He felt it too. “Woah, you okay mate?”

“Fuck.” Sirius hissed and leaned his back against the wall and looked up at the ceiling. James sounds of concern falling on deaf ears. Why the fuck did he say that?

~~~

“You're staring again.” Remus muttered as he stabbed his eggs with his fork. Looking up to see James’s desperate look, begging Remus to take pity on the sad fool. Remus was officially a prefect, he didn't have to stay up at night listening to Sirius’s woes about you.

 “Not creepy at all, by the way. Just…” He sighed and shook his head. “Sorry, I can't lie to him. She won't even come and eat with us anymore, which also means he's banished Lily to the other side of the table too. We're lucky she even comes to our common room to hang with us.”

James rubbed his temple and Sirius scoffed, looking at Remus’s firm expression. “I've banished her? I have? Bloody hell, I caught feelings for one girl and it's my fault she ran with her tail between her legs?” It was two weeks! Two weeks and she refused to talk to him outside of pleasantries.

“Watch it, Pads. You were the one who went too far. Who confesses while they're balls deep in someone?” Remus snapped back and Peter gave a squeak of distress, coughing out a few eggs. 

“Wait, what happened?” Peter whined out.

“Sirius confessed to {Y/N}. Not to mention he’s been skipping practice. Slytherin almost beat us!” James muttered and Peter looked like they said he hexed Dumbledore himself.

Remus scoffed at James' concerns.

Another thing about your reputation, everyone knew. Everyone knew you refused to entertain commitment, but Peter was also startled by Sirius’s confession.

“You confessed?” Peter questioned with an open slack mouth.

“Yes, wormtail.” Sirius snapped back.

“Woah.” He mumbled and Remus sighed. 

“Let's get your mind off it, Pads, let's go smash bludgers at each other until we get told off by Pomfrey, ya?” James prodded and before Sirius could respond, he was interrupted.

“You will do no such thing. Your mother would look to me if you came back with a battered head, it's a big enough target as it is.” Lily spoke from behind him, wrapping her arms around James shoulders as he leaned back and their lips met. She broke the kiss and giggled at the love sick look on his face. “Yes ma'am.”

She rolled her eyes and pulled back slightly, looking at Sirius with a soft pitiful look and he sighed through his nose. “She told you?”

“Well.. we are best friends, she was bound to.” Lily offered cautiously as James leaned his head into her sleeve and began to nibble on her robe like a damned goat, trying to let out all his bundled up affection. Lily quickly pinched his ear to reprimand him. Making him huff with a whine.

Sirius rolled his eyes at the affectionate display and Lily attempted to move but James just wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, pulling her flush against his back. She rolled her eyes harder this time.

“On a scale from one to ten, how bad is it?” Sirius mumbled and Lily shook her head.

“Well, she feels betrayed, Sirius. She feels like you've been indulging in what isn't yours.” Sirius looked down at his food and poked around at it before he tossed his fork down. “I wasn't indulging. What we had was consensual-”

“But dishonest. And we warned you.” Lily quipped sharply and Sirius flinched a bit. Lily was always a mother-like figure, but she was especially defensive of you. 

“Sorry, I just..” Sirius his voice cracked as he rubbed the bridge of his nose and Lily sighed. 

“I know..” She whispered. “You did this to yourself, Sirius.”

“I know.” He whispered. He felt defeated. 

Lily leaned her head on James, curtaining his face with her long red hair, the brunette is in absolute heaven with his nose pressed to her neck.

“Sirius, just be careful, okay? She's made it clear she's not going to stop her.. life over this.”

Sirius' jaw clenched. He didn't even think about that. Someone else having you the same way he did. 

That was a new hell.

~~

When you were seeing Sirius, you both agreed to keep things exclusive, you both agreed that it would keep you both safe to not involve anyone else. Sirius was quickly learning that was a mistake. 

He couldn't find himself entertaining a girl without thinking of you, even casuals that he had seen before you just reminded him of the way you looked in his eyes as you commanded his soul to bend to you. Their touch reminded him of your sharp nails wracking down his back as he held himself above the one woman who could truly ever break him.

Weeks without you was torture. He missed the intimacy, of course, but also you. He meant it when he said he fell for you years ago. Sirius was much in the same boat as Remus, he didn't think he deserved the more sweet love in life. 

You weren't gentle, you were genuine and to the point. Blunt, no filter  and rather brash. It was no wonder the girls seemed to love you. Lily was stern and more parental, Marlene was a party animal but a helpless romantic, Dorcas was hard to read but she had the same blunt air about her, and Mary was more of an observer. You tied them together like a bow. Lily's more rash side, Marlene's more rational side, Dorcas’s honest side and Mary's voice. 

It also meant you were all these things to the boys when you met them. Remus and you were naturally drawn to each other, both enjoying the more quiet things. It helped you had prefect rounds together. James and you fit a lot like you'd expect, a much more stern voice of reason to his utter stupidity. Peter even bonded with you, in small comments in passing and clever one liners between you two.

Sirius, however, had to admit he thought you were nothing more than pretty. When Lily introduced you to the group, you fit in far too easily, not to mention you were a Slytherin. Though, your more no bullshit and cut throat attitude quickly turned his indifference to infatuation. It helped that you didn't even spare him the time of day in most cases.

His ideal type. 

The attraction was purely sexual. It was supposed to be casual. The shared flirts, the snarky comments, the deathly teasing, only to be followed by your endless heart. When you sat with him after a bad Quidditch accident, when you sat him down and forced him to study for potions because he was failing and just didn't care. You were always there to help him out of the stupid shit he got himself into.

Yet, over the two years you'd known him, that was the most that happened between the two of you. You could hardly call each other friends, because you did that for everyone. He felt like he was nothing to you, just someone to nag and dote on. Your words always meant the world to him, and you picked them carefully, but they were never just his.

Until you were in bed together. He couldn't just let that go.

Now he had to manage to keep himself calm when you were around, because your friends were his and his were yours. He would never make them choose, and honestly, he was selfish. He wanted to be around you in any way he could. 

He regrets that now.

Lily and Marlene had brought down an empty glass from their dorm room from Merlin knows what, insisting everyone gather around for a game of truth or dare. 

Eventually, everyone was situated around the bottle. James was on the couch, Lily practically on his lap. Remus was on the other side, leaning back and already drinking whatever Peter had brought from their dorm room. Marlene was dancing around the room to a random AC / DC record, with her school skirt hiked up to show off her thighs, and a rich red crop top, just her tie hanging loose around her neck. She was singing a bit off key, but in a charming way. 

Sirius would usually find that to be the most captivating part of the night, but every time he even glanced at her he could only think of how you would only ever dance when he coaxed you off the couch. How you'd act so terribly annoyed, before melting into his arms and laughing along with his terrible dance moves. You both would make absolute fools of yourself. It was his favorite part of the night.

Peter got up from his spot across from Sirius as someone knocked. He hurried over to the portrait and opened it, and in came Mary, Dorcus, and you.

Sirius felt his breath hitch and he looked away. James seemed to notice this, but before he could say anything to save the poor boy, Marlene gave a delighted squeal and ran up to you and Dorcas, arms around both of your shoulders. You glanced at her and both you and Meadowes shared a small hidden smile. 

“Let's get this started!” Marlene shouted, you winced away at the volume right against your ear. Dorcas just looked taken. You playfully pinched her cheek and she giggled, hurrying over to sit right next to Sirius. You thinned your lips at the sight, you didn't expect them to try and rekindle whatever they had before, but if they did you.. you could be happy for them, you think. That bubbling in your throat was just left over betrayal.

Sirius, however, had his eyes narrowed on you. You ignored it, turning to start and idle conversation with Dorcas who seemed just as unsettled about the position. You put your hand on her back and rubbed it a bit as you looked at Mary who sat on your other side. She shared a sympathetic look with both of you and you bit your cheek. What was that for?

“Who's first?” Remus spoke up to break the tension, and Lily raised her hand. “Oh! Oh! Me!” She quickly spun the bottle and it twirled around to land on Peter. 

The game was going steady like that, shots taken for people who refused to do their dares, pretty outlandish and good natured. Eventually, this had devolved into a modest level of chaos, until Marlene spun the bottle. She was clearly a bit tipsy, and her filter had long been dissolved.

You were still trying to keep up the sportsmanship of the game, but when Marlene asked you truth or dare there was no way in hell you'd say dare, terrified she'd ask you to streak or scream bloody murder in the middle of the courtyard. Two dares she's done before.

“Truth.” You mused with a smile and tilted your head. 

“Is it true you have a new boytoy already~?” Marlene purred and leaned forward with her chin in her palm. Your face filled with dread instantly. Really? Already? She made it sound like it was some horrible offense. You were sure Sirius had found someone else too, you were never anything more than what happened between the sheets.

Your eyes flicked to Sirius, and he looked stunned. He wasn't even breathing, and you felt a sharp pain in your chest. Feeling the need to justify yourself. 

“W-well, it's nothing. But yes, I guess?” You muttered out and Sirius leaned his head back and you winced. What else should you have said? Should you have lied for his sake? Did it matter? Again, you and Sirius were hardly friends.

Lily watched the interaction with wide eyes, watching as you stammered in uncertainty. Waving your hand around in aspiration. Her eyes widened and she hit James best before he could interrupt, gesturing to you. His eyes widened as even James -can't take a hint- Potter caught on to what was happening. No…

Marlene gave a gasp and leaned forward. “Woah, no wasted time, huh, {Y/N}.”

“Is it that big of a deal?” Mary offered in a quiet voice, trying to cut in. Marlene finally seemed to take the hint, and quickly stammered out and back tracked. 

“N-no, of course not, just curious.” She muttered on about and tried to quickly encourage you to spin the bottle, but your eyes were locked into place by Sirius’s. 

“So uhm,” Sirius cleared his throat and looked away. “Who is it?”

“Does it matter?” You whispered back. It was like you two were in your own private world. Mary put her hand on your shoulder and Dorcas slipped her hand around your lower back. Both trying to comfort you threw the confrontation. It was like everyone could see what you felt before you even knew it. 

“It does to me.” He muttered in a low voice and you looked away, slowly hugging your knees and biting your cheek.

“... Barty Crouch.” You mumbled and he gave a bitter laugh, making you close your eyes.

“Really?” He practically shouted and you quickly pushed the girls off and began to stand up. “My brother’s best friend?” He gave a bitter laugh as he watched you gather your things.

“Thank you guys for tonight.” You smiled at the group, quickly trying to defuse the situation, Remus waved his hand and stood up, ready to walk you back.

“Yeah, go ahead. Walk away, again.” Sirius raised his voice and you flat out ignored him, shaking your head and walking to the door. “There she goes folks!” He shouted across the room and you simply sent him an interesting gesture over your shoulder. He scoffed.

The second the portrait closed he kicked the bottle across the room and stomped off to the stairs. “Good fucking riddance.”

He prayed it was missed, but the watery tone in the base of his throat was so painfully obvious.

~~~

You two didn't talk for another few weeks, you stayed away from the Gryffindor common room for dear life. Particularly after James pulled you aside and asked you to avoid Sirius, as his performance in Quidditch was suffering. Lily gave him a firm talking to after that. At first you scoffed it off, but ultimately you listened.

Things were dulling down, you went back to what you could control and the girls didn't entirely mind meeting in the prefect rooms. You were sitting in the mirror, combing your hair in the same black dress, ready to meet Barty up in the Ravenclaw common rooms to celebrate their win against Gryffindor. 

“Are you sure you won’t be coming?” You hummed and looked over at Lily who gave a nod.

“Sorry, I’m sure Barty will look after you. I have to comfort a moping giant, I’ll be busy all night.” Lily exaggerated, making you smirk and Dorcas clear her throat.

“All night, huh?” She mused and Lily bit her bottom lip.

“Sometimes losing a game or two has its perks.” She cheeked and Mary gave a dramatic gasp. “Lily Josephine Evans!”

You gave her a scandalized look up and down. “Really now?”

“I have told you before, I can take punishment.” She pushed and Mary threw a pillow at her, making you laugh in absolute delight. You shook your head fondly, unable to stop the bright goofy smile on your face. 

“You are awful.” You mumbled and put on a pair of earrings, wincing as you immediately were reminded of how much Sirius liked them. Quickly taking them out and standing up.

“Are either of you coming?” You asked Mary and Dorcas and Mary shook her head. “Sorry, me and Remus are going to study in the library.” She mused and before Dorcas could make another innuendo you sent her a look. 

The stoic girl giggled like a mischievous first year. “No, I’m sorry. I have actual innocent things to do.” 

You rolled your eyes before you waved them off. “I will see you three another time.”

“Talk to him!” Lily called before the other two muttered out their goodbyes between packing their things.

“Not a chance, Evans!” You shouted over your shoulder. You didn't owe Sirius a damn thing. Certainly not the time of day after the stunt he pulled.

~~~

Sirius was a mess. He had been unable to focus on anything but you for the past two miserable months. He wanted to apologize. He wanted to talk to you, he wanted to see you. You avoided him like the plague, and he didn't know if he was grateful or pissed about it.

He knew only one way to get rid of this aching irritation.

That's how he found himself in a small broom closet with Marleen, his lips were all over hers, his hands on her hips gripping hard at her exposed skin. Marlene was so different from you, but it wasn't hard. To close his eyes and imagine it was your fingers running threw his hair, your lips against his own.

When he moved to her neck, he felt your skin. He heard your voice saying his name so sweetly. “Fuck.. that's my girl.” He whispered against her skin and relished in the slight shiver she let rock her body. “I've got you, {Y/N}. I'm right here.” He breathed heavily.

There was a moment where both of them froze. There was a sharp stinging pain that ran across his jaw as Marlene, appropriately, slapped him. He groaned and stepped back, Marlene slamming the door open to storm out.

Bloody hell.

~~~

You made your way down the empty corridors, looking outside at the moonlit school grounds. It was quiet, just before curfew, not that you were too worried. You had wrapped yourself up in your school cloak and prayed Flinch cared as little as he seemed to about the proper patrols.

There was a loud crackling slap that rang through the silent hall, soon after, a door slammed open a few yards down from you. Your eyes snapped up to watch Marlene rush out of the room. Your eyes widened when you looked at eachother and she looked like a deer in headlights. 

You opened your mouth to say something before Sirius stumbled out behind her, muttering a mouthful of apologies.

It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what had happened. Frazzled hair, kids bruised lips, Marlene's neck and Sirius’s… red cheek? You quickly looked away from the two and Marlene looked back at Sirius. He was staring at you with wide eyes.

She huffed and began to stomp away, leaving the two of you in an awkward silence. 

“... hey.” He whispered and that snapped you out of it.

You began to walk down the hall, and he quickly ran in front of you, his hands up in front of you to try and settle you. You scoffed and looked behind you before sharply up at him. “Hey- hey, {Y/N}, it's not what you think.” He tried to defend himself. From what exactly? You had no clue.

“What? It's kind of hard to hide it.” You scoffed and gestured to his  unbuckled pants. He sighed and began to fix them, your eyes looking away from him. Arms crossed as you waited for him to speak his peace. Sirius shoving his shirt into his pants to straighten himself up.

There was a long silence before Sirius spoke up again. Your eyes drifting back to him. He was a mess, he looked so apologetic. Your heart almost broke, it ached for you to just drag him back to the dorm and forget everything that happened the past few months. You blinked away the thought. No. This is exactly why you avoid relationships. You hated this hurt.

“Uhm..” He cleared his throat. “Where are you heading?”

“What?” You whispered, a bit caught off guard. 

“It's not your night for rounds.” He mumbled. “I just figured, you know-”

“How do you…” Right. He would know your night schedule wouldn't he? “Ah..”

Your eyes drifted past him before you gestured to the stairs. “Well. RavenClaw is celebrating their win. Barty asked me to come.” You remarked calmly and he gave a low scoff. You took a deep breath as you prepared yourself for his next out lash. 

“You just. Never went with me to the parties at Gryffindor tower is all.” 

You rolled your eyes. “That's because I knew you'd be there, Sirius. You always had me those nights, didn't you?”

He stared at you and slowly nodded. “Yeah. I did.” He muttered and bit his cheek. You wanted to kiss his pout away and- Merlin what was getting into you?

“Well, if you don't mind..” You mumbled and walked past him, He quickly called out again.

“Will you uhm.. Will you be at the next game?” He called across the hall and you looked him in his eyes. He was pleading, you had never seen him so.. sad. Bruised cheek and all.

“... do you want me to, Sirius?”

“More than anything.”

You sighed through your nose. “Yes, I'll be there.”

He shook his head, slowly a shy and hesitant smile grew on his lips. “Nice.. nice.. yeah, I'll see you there.”

He stood there and stared at you for a moment. You felt like you lost the ability to breathe.

“Sirius?” You whispered and he looked you in the eyes with this sad bit of hope you knew you’d crush.

“Yeah?”

“Is that all?”

“O-oh, yeah. Yeah, I'll see you there, {Y/N}.” He mumbled and you slowly nodded. He turned and walked back to the tower.

“Yeah. See you.” You whispered to an empty corridor. You stood there for a solid minute. Debating if you should run after him or not. You wanted to. You wanted to but you knew you shouldn't.

~~~ 

The image of Sirius and Marlene leaving the storage room together was burned into your head. You had been avoiding him, he had a right to do anything he wanted with anyone he wanted, you had called it off.

Even so, with Barty at your neck kissing it sore and your fingers in his hair, you couldn't stop thinking about it. You went through the motions, just dismissing your own thoughts and letting Barty’s hands reach for your bra strap. He paused and you didn't even notice, still staring off out of one of the several windows. The Ravenclaw tower was just encased in them from wall to wall, and with the darkness they just looked like mirrors.

“Are you alright?” Barty whispered in your ear and you nodded.

“Yeah, sorry, just distracted.” You mumbled and he shook his head, pulling away.

“What? What's wrong?” You whispered out and he bit his cheek.

“Come on, don't play dumb.” He chuckled and fell back on a random seat in the vacant room he dragged you in. 

“What?” You mumbled and he shrugged, slowly smirking.

“I may be younger, but I know that look. You have been a million miles away. I'm not gonna sleep with you while you're like that, pretty girl.”

You gave a weak and playful laugh, fixing your dress on your shoulder. “Isn't that what this is for, Crouch?”

“Ouch, Crouch?” he chuckled, standing up to pick up your discarded robe and walked behind you to wrap it around your shoulders. “I would normally agree with anything your pretty mouth uttered, but I am not Sirius. I'm not a good substitute, I can guarantee it.”

“What? Don't be crass.” You scoffed, startled with how easily he could see through you.

‘Twelve owls, I'm not an idiot.” He gave you a firm pat on your ass and pushed you on. “Go get that sad sack. I am going to go see if Evan’s is busy.”

You were stunned by the whole interaction. You bit your cheek before you turned and gave him a tight hug. He was startled by this, but slowly pulled you in. Turning you around and shoving you off.

“Okay, you're killing my buzz. Out.”

~~~

You weren't thinking. That was your excuse. When you stumbled out of the tower and walked right past the dungeons. You stopped at the fat lady, knocking on the painting and startling the her awake. She looked at you suspiciously and you gave her a nervous smile. “Just.. checking on some things.” You whispered and she seemed to buy it for the most part.

You snapped your head up as the door opened. Peter looked at you with wide eyes and you looked around him before slipping in. You walked into the common room before you turned to him. “Is James here?”

“No, just Sirius. I can-”

“No need.” You remarked quickly and turned, hurrying up the steps and leaving a baffled and confused Peter behind.

When you got to the door, you knocked quickly. You prayed no one else was there. 

The door opened with a hesitance, Sirius peaked out and his eyes grew the size of saucers. “{Y/N}-”

“Are you alone?” You breathed and he quickly nodded. You stepped in and closed the door behind you. Pressing your back to it. Sirius stared at you and you bit your bottom lip. There was a long silence. You didn't even think about what you planned to say when you got there. 

He reached out to grab his tie and yanked him close. His lips were on yours without much coaxing needed. He gave a sigh and forced his body against yours. The door behind you jerks at the force. You ran your fingers through his hair and he groaned against your lips.  “Sirius.” You whined as his hands grabbed your hips.

“I know, {Y/N}.” He whispered and you looked away, his lips falling to your neck. “I've got you.”

~~~

The next morning you woke up just an hour or so before Sirius to sneak back to your dorms. Once you got there, you passed Lily on her own walk of shame. You both looked at eachother but said nothing of the events from the night before. 

You both got ready for the day, and ended up meeting up early in the Quidditch stands. Still, no one said anything about it. “How long are these games?” You asked Lily with a shiver, covering yourself up with a jumper you had taken with you this morning. Not really thinking about having to explain why you had his clothes. Why you left the tower that morning. Really, anything,

You'd don't have to, however. Lily knew. She knew the moment you looked heartbroken at Sirius that night. She knew the separation wouldn't last.

“Could be hours. James has set records with being the quickest seeker, so could even be minutes.” Lily mused and you gave a scoff of a laugh. 

“That tells me nothing, you know that right?”

Lily simply smirked at you. “Like you? This morning? Why are you wearing Sirius’s jacket?” She cheeked and you gave a guilty weak smile.

“... yeah, makes sense Lily, I hope Slytherin wins.” You teased and she gave a playful scoff.

“It will take ages!”

Eventually the girls joined and you settled to watch the game.

You were finally able to witness it, what James meant when he said you had his ‘best beater’ distracted. Sirius seemed in another place the whole game. He was being pelted with the bludger, and not as quick with sending it back to their attackers. You were actually quite into the game and startled by every attack.

Sirius however, was just hovering. Trying to piece together what last night was. He didn't see you in the Slytherin stands, and he was wondering if it would be another three months before he heard your voice again. He snapped out of it just in time to send a bludger back that was aimed right to his face. He took a few steady breaths and bit his cheek.

That almost made you panic. You shot up straight as people began to boo him. You covered your face with a groan, the Slytherin stands chanting and cheering for him to continue to fumble. You didn't really think before you launched to your feet and grabbed the edge of the railing. 

“Sirius!!” You screamed over the railing and he snapped around to your voice. You both locked eyes and your breath hitched. You held his eyes for a minute before you bit your lip and leaned so far forward over the railing you might've fallen. “Just win this game already! It's bloody cold out here!”

That was all he needed. You, in his house stands. In his jumper. Cheering his name. He nearly passed out. And you turned to look behind him with wide eyes. He moved on instinct. Turning sharply to smack an incoming bludger at a distracted chaser. You cheered for him, this time Lily and Mary joined you in your rowdy cheers, as Lily pulled you back from the edge. 

You and the girls watched as James spotted the Snitch, in all honesty, it was the first time you paid attention to anyone else in the game. 

James and the other seeker were neck and neck, but Sirius took care of that easily, hitting the bludger at the back of Regulus’s broom and spinning him out of control and giving James the chance to secure the win.

Griffindor screamed out in victory, and Sirius landed. He ran right past James, Marlene, even Alice as they went to congratulate each other, running straight for the stands, passing Lily and only lending him a moment as she laughed. “She went to the school! Think she's sneaking off to her dorm.”

“Bloody hell she is! Not after that!” He shouted, already running off the pit and not even thinking of using his long discarded broom.

You had just managed to avoid the crowds and ran straight up the stairs. You didn't even think until you find yourself in the astronomy tower. You began to pace. You wanted him. You wanted him so bad. You wanted this so bad. The flash of Sirius coming to mind as the final horse crossed the finish line. You were in love with Sirius black. Oh Merlin, have mercy on your soul.

“{Y/N}! {Y/N}!” 

Speak of the damned devil. 

You turned from your perch on the railing, staring down at Sirius as he stood in the courtyard just below you. Like you were once again, watching him from the stands. 

“Sirius!” You shouted down without thinking. He looked up at you and it looked like a scene from a fairy tale. He was looking at you with this stupid smile on his face, a smile you just wanted to kiss so bad. 

“How did you get up there so quick!?” He shouted up at you, drawing a small crowd and you laughed. “Did you win!?”

Sirius couldn't even bring himself to be offended that you didn't stay for the end of the match. “We did!” He shouted up and you bit your lip, absolutely love struck with a bright smile. “I'm coming up!” He shouted and you closed your eyes tight, leaning forward over the edge again.

“Sirius Orion Black!” You shouted down and now a crowd was forming. But you could only see each other. He stared up at you with a quirked eyebrow. “Yeah?!”

“I-” You choked out a whisper before you shook your head. 

“Sirius Black I'm in love with you! I love your stupid face! Your pretty smile! Your dumb eyes!” You shouted and he took a few steps back with a shocked look. Quickly shoving his way past the crowd to make his way up the stairs to you. You had your eyes closed, you didn't even notice as he left. “I love your stupid dance moves! I love when you hold me! I love when you make those stupid jokes no one else gets but us! I love you, Merlin I fucking love you!” You screamed across the entire courtyard, breath heavy as you slowly opened your eyes and your heart dropped. Where did he-

Suddenly, there were a pair of arms around your abdomen that yanked you from the railing. You squealed and Sirius spun you around. Setting you down and laughing as you looked up at him. Your eyes met and he bit his lip. “{Y/N}?”

“Yeah?” You whispered in faux innocence. 

“I fucking love you too.”

He grabbed your cheeks and yanked you into a kiss. It was heavy and intense; your hands found his cheeks in return. You were both so wrapped up with each other, you didn't even notice a much closer audience before you heard Lily clear her throat. Sirius looked up and was greeted by Lily, Mary, Marlene, everyone. Even Peter who all seemed a bit winded. “Leave it to Sirius Black to get {Y/N} {L/N} to do something spontaneous.” Remus muttered and you didn't even seem to notice them. Yanking Sirius into another love filled kiss. Sirius had no qualms with this.

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charles leclerc | cl16 fic recs

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one shots

home is wherever you are - @katsu28

“secretly falling in love with your best friend is tough. secretly falling in love with your best friend who also happens to be your roommate is even less than ideal. the solution? move out!”

the honorary wag - @harrysfolklore

“yn has always been known as 'the honorary wag', since she's kika's best friend and adored by all the other wags, but what happens when the girls want her to become an official wag? a bet to get her and charles together before kika and pierre's wedding sounds like a plan”

feels like sabotage - @5sospenguinqueen

“the grid have decided that this is the season to see who can injure yn the most. (not intentionally, they all feel terrible about it). fed up of seeing his girlfriend injured, charles decides to enact revenge”

after all - @scuderiahoney

“charles is a lot of things. he’s determined, hardworking, a bit of a self sacrificing dumbass. he’s kind, talented, humble, confident, soft. he’s your best friend, your closest confidant, the person you would trust with your life. and, according to everyone who’s ever seen the two of you together, he’s madly in love with you”

sign here… wait, what?! - @neferaskingdom

“two strangers hit the courthouse for a ticket and a typo fix—next thing you know, they’re accidentally married. chaos, a clerk who couldn’t care less, and a fiancée on the verge of a meltdown, convinced it’s all some evil plot. spoiler: it’s not”

it’s not you, it’s your pants - @neferaskingdom

“girl roasts charles leclerc’s tragic pants online, then accidentally crashes into him in monaco. cue spilled coffee, fashion rants, and an existential crisis about how her life turned into a wattpad fanfic in under five minutes”

accidental interactions- @inevesgf

“in which you and charles can’t stop running into each other after one minor incident”

series

a house, a home series - @vetteltea

“a loveless marriage usually comes after years, not before. you've always loved him, his best friend has always loved you”

deal series - @golden-cherry

“your whole life has gone to shit. your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that it's his apartment”

the winner takes all series - @silverstonesainz

“one win, one loss. how does it all unfold, and how will it all come together?”

the smallest man who ever lived series - @monzabee

“the one where you’re thrown into a conundrum when you learn the news of your husband, charles’, infidelity”

smau

the chapter of charles - @l4nd0n0rr1s - smau

“in which charles leclerc falls in love with y/n the booktuber”

ferrari at heart - @fastandcarlos - smau

“as your interest in f1 grows, so does your interest in a certain ferrari driver”

wrong number - @ham1lton - smau

“nothing. maybe just ignore my awful photoshop skills. also is this based on a real interaction of mine? yes. this is just a crackfic, don’t take it seriously at all please”

notes - @hugleclerc - smau

"lando's sister starts posting notes she gets from a secret boy"

the king of monza can do what he wants - @astonmartinii - smau

"the king of monza can win the race, have his relationship exposed and challenge his soon-to-be father-in-law to a duel, he can do what he wants"

she devil - @norris55s - smau

“the one where y/n is charles' ice cold teammate, and she melts”

*these are part of my fic rec masterlist, please note none of these are written by me and the author of each story had been tagged! check out my f1 fic rec masterlist for other drivers!*

[kyrsse]

Say Yes! Say Yes!

synopsis: Sylus confesses to the cashier he's been crushing on. How will things go?

tags: fluff. just fluff.

wc: 752

<previous part

"Good day! How may I help you?" she chirped, her smile so dazzling it could probably blind him – blinded by her sheer adorableness. His face slowly turned pink, which, considering his profession, was perhaps not the best look. And then, the moment of truth. She recognized him. Oh dear. This was their first encounter since the band-aid Incident, and he was even more tongue-tied than before.

"Oh! It's you!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with recognition. "How's your wound?" she asked, gesturing towards her own chest – right where his injury had been.

Sylus,the strongest hitman on Onychinus, suddenly discovers he lacks communication skills when it comes3 to girls (you). He opened his mouth, then snapped it shut. He tried again. Nope. Still nothing. It wasn't that he hadn't talked to girls before. Okay, maybe it was a little bit that. He just... he didn't know how to. It turns out that even the most feared hitman had a weakness. And that weakness was a cute cashier with a smile that could melt glaciers.

He managed a small, awkward nod, hoping it conveyed, "I'm fine, the band-aid was a lifesaver, and you're utterly charming, but my brain has officially short-circuited." Probably not.

He busied himself gathering items he absolutely didn't need, just to have something to do with his hands. When it was time to pay, he took a quick, covert peek at her name tag. Mc. Intriguing. While she scanned his eclectic assortment of goods, his mind went into overdrive. Mc… Mc… He wracked his brain, trying to recall any intel he might have on a girl named Mc.

‘ has a brother named Caleb. Lives alone in an apartment near the convenience store. Single, had two past relationships. One of them is the famous painter Rafayel, and the other… a hunter. Has a hea—’

"That would be $10, sir!" she chirped, bagging his ridiculously random assortment of items. Her cheerful interruption snapped Sylus out of his mental deep dive. He felt his cheeks flush again. This was getting ridiculous. He was supposed to be a master assassin, not a bumbling schoolboy with a crush.

He pulled out a $10 bill, trying to act nonchalant, as if he hadn't just been mentally cataloging her life history. "Thanks," he mumbled, his voice a little rough. He took the bag, acutely aware of her eyes on him. He really needed to get a grip. This whole "cute cashier" thing was messing with his professional image. As he turned to leave, he couldn't resist one last glance. She was still smiling, that dazzling, sunshine smile that made his heart do a little flip-flop. He quickly looked away, but then...

“Be my girlfriend”

‘Great choice of words, Sylus! Just great,’  he mentally cursed himself, his inner voice dripping with sarcasm. Blankly staring at her, he was mortified by his own boldness. What had possessed him? He had just blurted out something that sounded more like a desperate plea than a charming invitation. He didn't understand it. No one had ever affected him this way—only she… but why? His mind was a whirlwind of confusion and sudden, overwhelming attraction.

Just as he was internally flagellating himself for his social ineptitude, she giggled. Giggled! The sound, light and airy, sent a shiver down his spine. His blush deepened, spreading across his cheeks like wildfire.

"Is this how guys ask girls out these days? Straight to the point?" she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement. He just groaned inwardly. He was making a complete fool of himself.

"Forget what—" he began, desperate to salvage some semblance of dignity, but she cut him off.

"I'd love to," she said, her smile widening.

Sylus’s head snapped up. "You… what?" he stammered, completely thrown. She was actually… saying yes? He looked at her, searching for any sign of mockery, but her eyes were soft, her cheeks flushed a delicate pink. She was serious.

"I-I uhh… y-you didn't need to f-force—" he stammered, still trying to process the fact that this was actually happening. He was so flustered, he could barely string two words together.

"I like you too… There… straight to the point," she said, mirroring his earlier (and admittedly awkward) phrasing. She giggled again, her blush deepening, and Sylus felt his own heart doing a little happy dance. They both looked like teenagers with a brand-new puppy crush. Except… this wasn't puppy love. 

Oh God, he thought, this is so not how my days usually go… But I'm not complaining.

I would really appreciate it if you read my other Rafayel series here!

AO3

ignored 10 calls from my groupmates just to write a stupid fic

[jessesluvr]

following this pregnancy era your blog seems to be having, can i request smth like reader and jesse having a one night stand and a few days later jesse goes back to dina, but them reader finds out she's pregnant and is terrified to tell jesse because of his relationship. ellie and maria finds out and convince her that she has to tell him but she is really scared to ruin things for him

one night, one secret | jesse x reader

author's note : tysm for requesting !! i'm making my way through all my requests rn.. getting through them slowly but surely !

summary : after a one-night stand with jesse, you find out you’re pregnant just days after he gets back together with dina, leaving you terrified to tell him and afraid of ruining his life. with ellie and maria’s help, you finally tell jesse, and through fear, heartbreak, and quiet moments, the two of you slowly build a future together with your daughter.

word count : 3.3k

the morning sun slipped through the thin curtains, painting the wooden walls of your bedroom in hazy gold. your throat felt dry. your limbs, heavy. you didn’t have to open your eyes to know he was still there.

jesse lay next to you, one arm thrown lazily across your stomach, his breath slow and even, warm against the crook of your neck. the smell of cedar and gunpowder clung to him—something about it grounded you and pulled you apart at the same time. you couldn’t believe you’d actually done it.

you’d slept with him.

jesse.

jesse, who everyone in jackson knew had once loved dina more than the stars above this broken world. jesse, who always smiled at you like he knew some joke you didn’t. jesse, who had touched you last night like you were the only thing keeping him alive.

you’d both come back late from patrol. the bar was closing up. one drink turned into three. there’d been laughter, stories, and the way his eyes lingered a little too long on your lips. when he offered to walk you home, your gut told you it wasn’t just a friendly thing.

you hadn’t stopped it. maybe you didn’t want to.

your sheets still held the warmth of his body, the scent of his skin, the quiet desperation in the way he whispered your name like it hurt to say it. but now, in the early light, all of that shimmered like a dream you weren't sure you should’ve had.

you didn’t expect anything after. you weren’t delusional. he hadn’t made promises. hadn’t said sweet nothings. but there had been softness in his eyes. and for one moment, you let yourself believe it might mean something.

until two days later, when you saw him holding dina’s hand again.

you hadn’t meant to see them. it was pure accident. you were helping maria at the community board, organizing the supply rotation lists, when jesse walked past. dina was with him, her head tilted toward his shoulder, her laugh echoing like it belonged there.

your breath caught. maria must’ve noticed because she paused her scribbling and looked up, her eyes narrowing slightly. you dropped the clipboard.

“you okay?” she asked.

“yeah,” you replied too fast. “just… clumsy.”

but your chest had hollowed out, your stomach turned to lead. you hadn’t talked to jesse since that night. he’d gone quiet. distant. and now you understood why.

he’d gone back to her.

you told yourself you didn’t have the right to feel this way. it was one night. he didn’t owe you anything. but you couldn’t stop the ache that clawed at your ribs like guilt or something worse. you curled inward, swallowing the heat rising in your throat.

and then the nausea started.

you thought it was stress. patrol shifts had been long. your body ached constantly, your head pounding most mornings. you didn’t think much of the way food suddenly smelled too strong, how the thought of jerky made you want to gag.

but when you were late—really late—you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

you didn’t say anything to anyone. you snuck into the infirmary when most people were asleep, hands trembling as you pulled open drawers until you found what you needed.

the test sat on the bathroom counter, the little window filling slowly. you refused to look. your legs had gone numb from sitting on the edge of the tub, your heart thudding so hard it felt like it might shake the walls.

when you finally dared to glance over, your entire body froze.

positive.

the world tilted. your breath came shallow. your chest tightened like it was being crushed under the weight of a thousand things you weren’t ready to face.

you were pregnant. and jesse was back with dina.

you didn’t tell anyone.

not at first.

you kept it inside like a dying thing, letting it eat you alive. you stopped going to the bar. you gave excuses to skip patrol. you spent most days in your room, lying still, hand over your stomach like if you pressed hard enough it might all go away.

you didn’t cry. not yet. you just went quiet.

but jackson noticed. dina came knocking once, asking if you were okay. you lied, of course. told her you had a cold. she didn’t push.

jesse didn’t come at all.

you figured he didn’t care.

“what’s going on with you?”

ellie caught you in the greenhouse. you were hunched over a set of dying tomato plants, trying not to throw up from the earthy smell. she leaned against the wooden frame of the door, arms crossed, expression tight.

“nothing,” you mumbled.

“don’t give me that.”

you didn’t answer.

she stepped closer, voice lowering. “you haven’t looked me in the eye in days. everyone thinks you’re sick. maria’s worried. even tommy asked where you’ve been.”

“i’m fine.”

“bullshit.”

you broke then. your eyes burned, and the words came out in a whisper so faint you weren’t sure she heard you.

“i’m pregnant.”

ellie blinked. “what?”

you stood up too fast. the nausea hit you again. you grabbed the edge of the workbench, knuckles white.

“i’m pregnant,” you repeated, voice shaking. “and it’s jesse’s.”

she didn’t say anything for a long time. just stared at you, jaw tightening.

“…does he know?”

you shook your head violently. “no. and he can’t. he’s with dina again. i’m not going to ruin that for him.”

ellie’s eyes darkened. “you didn’t get pregnant on your own.”

“i don’t want to hurt him.”

“he deserves to know.”

you turned your back to her, heart pounding in your throat. “please don’t tell anyone.”

maria showed up at your door the next day.

you didn’t invite her in. she stepped inside anyway, her eyes scanning your pale face, the tired slump of your shoulders.

“ellie told me,” she said simply.

your stomach dropped.

“i told her not to—”

“and she was right not to listen.”

you collapsed onto the couch, burying your face in your hands.

“i can’t tell him,” you whispered.

“why not?”

“he’s with dina. he looks happy. i’m not going to be the reason that falls apart.”

maria sat beside you, quieter than you expected. after a moment, she spoke.

“you’re not responsible for his choices. you didn’t trick him. you didn’t plan this. but you are responsible for yourself. for that baby. and whatever happens, he deserves to know.”

“he’ll hate me.”

maria gave you a sad smile. “or maybe he’ll surprise you.”

you didn’t sleep that night.

you laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, your hand resting lightly against your belly like that could protect something so small from the storm that was coming. every time you closed your eyes, your thoughts spun into worst-case scenarios. jesse yelling. jesse denying. dina finding out and hating you.

you didn’t want to hurt anyone. you just wanted to breathe again.

by morning, your mouth was dry and your legs felt like lead. but you got up. you pulled on your thickest jacket, your oldest boots, and left your house before the sun could warm the town. you passed a few early risers but didn’t look up. didn’t stop. every step toward the main hall made your chest ache.

jesse was scheduled for a supply run today. if you didn’t catch him now, it might be another week. and you couldn’t wait that long. your body wouldn’t let you. your heart wouldn’t survive it.

you found him near the stables, tying a sack to one of the horses. he looked like he always did—calm, collected, like nothing ever touched him too deep. he was smiling at one of the stablehands, his voice low and friendly. it made your throat burn.

you stopped a few feet away. froze.

jesse turned toward you like he felt you before he saw you. his eyes widened slightly, like he hadn’t expected you—like maybe part of him thought you’d disappeared.

“hey,” he said, stepping forward. “you okay?”

you didn’t answer. just stood there, your lips pressed together, your fingers twisting in the hem of your sleeve.

“you... haven’t really been around lately.”

he sounded unsure. like he was trying to gauge if you were angry or hurt or something else entirely. your chest tightened.

“can we talk?” your voice came out small. “somewhere private?”

his brows knit together. he nodded slowly. “yeah. sure.”

you ended up in one of the old storage sheds behind the greenhouse. no one used them anymore—too much broken furniture, too many forgotten things. it was cold, but you welcomed it. at least it numbed your fingers.

jesse stood with his arms crossed, watching you carefully.

“you’re kind of scaring me,” he said softly.

you looked down at your boots. swallowed the lump in your throat.

“i’m pregnant.”

silence.

you didn’t look up. you couldn’t. you felt his body tense. heard his breath catch.

“what?”

your voice was barely a whisper. “it’s yours.”

his hands dropped to his sides. he took a half-step back, like he needed space to breathe.

“you’re… sure?”

you nodded.

more silence. it stretched and stretched until it felt like it might snap in half.

then, quietly—

“fuck.”

you finally looked at him.

he wasn’t angry. not exactly. just stunned. like the ground had shifted underneath him and he hadn’t quite found his balance yet. his mouth was slightly open, brows drawn together like the weight of it was sinking in all at once.

“why didn’t you tell me?”

you blinked, your throat tight.

“because you went back to dina. and you looked happy. i didn’t want to ruin that.”

jesse shook his head, stepping forward.

“you wouldn’t ruin anything.”

“i didn’t want to be some mistake you regretted. i didn’t want to mess things up.”

his eyes softened then, mouth parting like he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. he ran a hand through his hair, frustrated.

“you’re not a mistake.”

he said it like he meant it. like it hurt to even think otherwise.

“i didn’t go back to dina,” he added after a beat.

you blinked.

“but i saw you two—”

“we’ve been talking,” he said, slowly. “trying to be friends. but it’s not like that. we’re not… together.”

your heart skipped.

“you didn’t come see me,” you murmured.

he looked guilty.

“i didn’t know if i should. i didn’t know what that night meant to you. i thought maybe you regretted it.”

you let out a quiet laugh, bitter and sharp.

“seems we’re both really good at avoiding shit.”

jesse stepped closer, his voice gentler now.

“what do you want?”

the question hit harder than anything else.

you opened your mouth. closed it. opened it again.

“i don’t know.”

he nodded. waited.

“i want… i want to feel like i’m not alone in this,” you finally said, voice cracking. “i don’t want you to stay just because you feel guilty. but i also… i don’t think i can do this by myself.”

jesse exhaled. stepped close enough that you could feel his warmth.

“you’re not by yourself. not anymore.”

and then he reached for your hand, and for the first time in weeks, your body didn’t flinch.

news traveled fast in jackson.

you didn’t mean for it to get out. but people noticed things. jesse walking with you to maria’s office. the way he lingered by your side during meal shifts. the way dina’s smile faltered every time she caught him looking at you like he didn’t even realize he was doing it.

and then, ellie told her.

you didn’t ask her to. but part of you was glad she did. because you didn’t have it in you to say the words yourself.

dina showed up on your porch that night.

you didn’t know what to expect. maybe yelling. maybe a slap. maybe a list of every way you’d ruined her life.

instead, dina just stood there, eyes glassy, jaw tight.

“how far along?” she asked.

“seven weeks.”

she nodded. looked down at the porch like it had answers she couldn’t find.

“he’s gonna be a good dad,” she said after a moment. “he was always good at taking care of people.”

you didn’t know what to say. so you said nothing.

“i’m not mad at you,” dina added quietly. “i was… but i’m not. it’s complicated. always has been.”

and then she left, leaving behind nothing but the creak of wood and a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

jesse started showing up more.

he’d bring you hot tea after patrol. fix the squeaky hinge on your back door. leave little jars of peanut butter in your cabinet because you mentioned once that you missed it. he didn’t push, didn’t force himself into your space—but he was always nearby. always steady.

you’d lie in bed some nights, his jacket tucked under your pillow, wondering how it had all gone so wrong and right at the same time.

you still didn’t know what you were to him. not really. but the fear that used to wrap around your ribs like chains was loosening. slowly.

you let yourself start to hope.

just a little.

it started small.

jesse would sit on your porch after patrol, dirt still on his boots, arms crossed over his chest like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to come closer. you’d bring him a blanket, sit beside him without saying much, and he’d glance at you like he was trying to memorize your face all over again.

you never talked about that night.

not the way you wanted to. not with all the feelings laid bare. but you didn’t need to—not yet. there was something heavier in the air now. something more important than regret or confusion.

there was a future growing inside you. one that kicked at night when you were half asleep and made you cry over stew that was a little too salty. one that reminded you—this wasn’t just about you or jesse anymore. this was about the tiny heartbeat that pulsed under your skin like a secret trying to get out.

jesse started coming by in the mornings. he’d bring you bread wrapped in a napkin or a peach from the greenhouse. he always smiled when you opened the door, like it surprised him that you kept letting him in.

and every time, your walls chipped a little more.

“you sleep okay?” he’d ask one morning, pouring water into the kettle like he’d done it a hundred times.

“not really,” you’d mumble. “i had a weird dream about a mushroom the size of a horse chasing me.”

jesse laughed, low and warm. “you’re gonna have to stop eating before bed.”

you smiled, and for the first time in a long time, it didn’t feel like a lie.

ellie came by one afternoon with her guitar strapped across her back.

“i’m not good with babies,” she said without even sitting down. “but i figured i should learn.”

you blinked, startled.

“ellie—”

“maria told me you’ve been trying to do this whole thing on your own for too long. she’s right. so i’m here. whatever you need. diapers, supplies, terrible lullabies, you name it.”

your throat tightened. “thank you.”

she nodded, then pointed at your stomach. “i’m gonna teach that kid how to play the guitar. even if it takes fifteen years.”

you laughed. for real this time.

“deal.”

jesse took you to your first checkup in the clinic, and he didn’t let go of your hand once. even when your fingers were clammy. even when the nurse asked, “dad, you coming in too?”

you saw something shift in his eyes at that—dad—but he didn’t flinch. just nodded and followed you in, squeezing your hand gently like a promise.

the monitor beeped softly as they searched for the heartbeat.

and then—

there it was.

fast. strong. tiny. like a hummingbird’s wings fluttering beneath your ribs.

you stared at the screen, tears burning at the corners of your eyes. jesse leaned forward, watching with the quietest expression you’d ever seen on him—like he was witnessing something holy.

“that’s our kid,” he whispered, his voice rough.

and for the first time, you let yourself believe it.

ours.

you still had bad days.

days when you couldn’t get out of bed. days when the weight of what was coming pressed so hard on your chest it felt like you couldn’t breathe. days when you wondered if jesse would wake up one morning and change his mind.

but he never did.

he showed up every time. arms full of supplies. pockets full of dumb stories. hands steady when yours were shaking.

“we don’t have to have it all figured out,” he’d say, kneeling by your bedside, brushing hair away from your face. “we just have to keep showing up.”

and somehow, that was enough.

one night, near the end of your second trimester, jesse stayed after dinner. the house was quiet, dimly lit by lanterns. rain tapped gently against the roof.

you sat on the floor, legs stretched out in front of you, rubbing the small ache in your back. jesse sat behind you and, without a word, began to massage your shoulders. your eyes started fluttering shut.

he hesitated. “can i ask you something?”

you nodded.

he looked nervous.

“do you think… do you think there’s a chance this could be more than just co-parenting?”

your breath caught.

he wasn’t looking at you—just staring at his hands in his lap like he was afraid of the answer.

“i mean,” he continued, “i know i fucked up. i know the timing’s all wrong. but when i think about you, and the baby, and all the mornings we’ve been spending together… i don’t know. it feels right.”

you turned toward him, heart thudding.

“it does,” you whispered. “feel right.”

his eyes met yours, full of hope and something deeper. something you’d both been avoiding.

you leaned in first. he met you halfway.

the kiss was soft, unhurried. not desperate or messy like that night months ago. it was full of breath and quiet and everything you’d both been too scared to say until now.

when you pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours.

“i want this,” he said. “not just the baby. i want you.”

you closed your eyes.

“i want you too.”

when the baby finally came, it was snowing.

the labor was long, painful, terrifying—but jesse was there the whole time, holding your hand, whispering to you through every contraction, every scream, every hour of it.

and then—

you heard the cry.

tiny, sharp, so full of life it knocked the air from your lungs.

“it’s a girl,” the nurse said, gently wrapping the newborn in a blanket before placing her on your chest.

your arms trembled as you held her. her skin was soft and pink, her eyes squeezed shut, her cry loud and strong.

you looked up at jesse. he was crying. completely undone.

“she’s perfect,” he choked out.

you nodded, breathless.

“hi, g/n,” you whispered.

jesse kissed your forehead.

“thank you,” he said. “for not giving up. for letting me be here.”

you leaned into him, exhausted but full in a way you hadn’t known was possible.

“we’re gonna be okay,” you said.

and you meant it.

jackson wasn’t quiet. not ever. but in your little house, with your daughter asleep on your chest and jesse’s arms wrapped gently around you both, there was a calm that felt like peace.

the three of you—messy, scared, brave—somehow fit together.

and for the first time in your life, you weren’t afraid of the future.

you were already living it.

[rekino2114]

Veronika grebenshchikova hanging out with her Shy boyfriend( can even be the one from the confession prompt) when suddenly he's says he doesn't wanna be her boyfriend any longer. This leads to angst ridden thoughts for her and also trying to rationalize it, which kinda gives horror yandere thoughts. The thing is, she notices her boyfriends face is flushed scarlet, and then he says, "I want to be your husband"

A little spin on this is unlike with the previous ones. He intentionally phrased his proposal this way since he knows Veronika likes dramatic things like this and that she'd probably enjoy the whiplash of angst to yandere to extreme happiness.

Proposing to Veronika by saying you don't want to be her bf anymore

"I don't want to be your boyfriend anymore"

Veronika takes a while to understand your words not because she didn't hear you but because she genuinely couldn't understand what you meant

Surely you couldn't have been talking about breaking up with her, why would you? You two were perfect for each other, destined to be together, Veronika could feel that from your first meeting, from the fact that you weren't scared of her from the fact that you didn't treat her like she was weird or a freak. You saw her for who she really was and that already made her feel more loved than she ever was in her entire life.....you surely wouldn't have abandoned her like that...right?

You wouldn't have thrown her back into the pit of despair after helping her claw her way out of it, you wouldn't have left her alone again where the only thing she could do to give some kind of meaning to her life was cut herself and watch the same horror movie for the thousandth time

After those thoughts died down they were replaced with some other ones, you gave her life meaning, Veronika couldn't just let you leave like that, what kind of girlfriend would she be If she didn't do anything and let you leave her? She had to do something, you two were destined to be together and she was willing to do whatever it took to ensure that would happen

She would have stayed as close as you as possible, then you would have truly understood the connection you had, the true connection that just couldn't be broken, you would have seen the silly mistake you were about to make

Her heart started racing at all of the things she could have done to make you see the truth, she already knew many ways to get in your dorm after all, and she could hug you and cuddle you in your sleep just like she always did, who cares if you weren't technically in a relationship anymore? She was still your girlfriend no your soulmate it didn't matter what you thought

"I want to be your husband"

.........well at least she was right about one of those things

She stands there for a moment before starting to laugh and hugging you

"Darling you know there were better ways to propose right?"

"I know but I thought I should make it dramatic for you"

".....huh I suppose that was nice....all the drama, the heartbreak, the yandere thoughts, that was worthy of a horror performance"

".........what was that last thing?"

"Nothing darling, just put that ring on my finger and make it official"

You do just that as she squeals looking at it

"Ahhhh, the gem is so beautiful I promise I'll get you something just as nice"

"O-oh you don't have to"

"But I want to! It's the symbol of our eternity together so of course I want it to be great, just like our marriage will be"

"I'm glad you think so, I love you"

"I love you too, so so so much, I genuinely don't think I could live without you"

You two seal your marriage with a sweet but passionate kiss and look into each other's eyes happy to have tied the knot

[zara972935]

Some people see Tsukishima with a cute girl after practice!

Kei had asked (y/n) to practice with him after the rest of the team had left. (he was so sure they all left, but nothing just goes his way😔)

mention of one little kissy kissy (reader and kei are in a relationship)

she/her prns used

Tsukishima:

hey (y/n), can you practice with me

the idiots finally left

(Y/N):

haha sure! and i don’t think it’s very nice to call them idiots when they’re your teammates!

Tsukishima:

yeah yeah, lecture me after you help me

you lived close to the school, so you just packed a few things in your bag, telling your mom you’d be going out. you walked for about 6 minutes, slowly approaching the gymnasium. you saw the lights in through the windows, and pushed the door. you stepped in, seeing Tsukishima bumping a volleyball against a wall.

he turned around, noticing you entered. he hummed in acknowledgment, catching the ball and walking over to you.

“what do you even have in there? your house is right here anyways.” he glanced down at your bag that you set by the door, with slight sarcasm.

“i didn’t come here for you to be asking me what i have.” you playfully replied. “so you need help with your spikes or something?”

“spikes.” Tsukishima and you walked over to the cart full of volleyballs, rolling it over to where you’d being throwing the ball up so he could spike it.

“can i change up the distances?” you ask, trying to bump one of the volleyballs, almost immediately losing control, while Tsukishima walked over to where he’d start running from.

“yeah i guess.” he muttered, stretching his arms.

“yo-kay, tell me when you’re ready.” you had a ball in your hands.

although, not too far away, hinata and tanaka were in the club room (the two people who should NEVER be left alone), chatting with each other. “wait wait… shh..” tanaka looked out one of the small windows in the club room.

hinata’s eyes widened, suddenly thinking he was in a horror movie.

tanaka then scared him by fake jumping at him and yelling “BOO!” hinata jumped up, running out the club room and nearing the gymnasium. he slightly tilted his head when he saw light pouring out the windows of the gymnasium. did someone say they’d stay after practice?

tanaka had followed hinata, but was confused why he had stopped and was looking at spot he couldn’t see from his position. “uh hinata? what’s wrong?” he walked up to hinata, then noticing the light.

“hmm? i don’t remember someone saying they’d stay after practice.” the duo then suddenly heard loud laughing from inside the gym. they jogged to the windows, hoping to find the source.

you had thrown the ball too far along the net, and Tsukishima missed terribly because of you. but you couldn’t help but cackle as he scowled at you. you apologized, but it didn’t seem very sincere as you kept giggling.

“just keep going.” tsukishima walked back to his starting spot.

“here we go Kei!” you said as you crouched a bit to be able to throw the ball high enough.

tanaka and hinata were peeking through the windows, shocked to see Tsukishima Kei practicing with such a pretty girl! they pulled out their phones, snapping a few pictures.

soon enough, everybody went to their own houses, one duo giving a goodbye kiss before leaving. (i hope you know which duo…………………………………………….. oh and the boys someone got a picture of them doing the goodbye smoochie)

next practice had finally rolled around, and during a water break, hinata brought kageyama and tanaka brought asahi, dachi, sugawara as they approached Tsukishima with their phones ready. “Tsukki, Tsukki, lookie, lookie!” Hinata repeated what he once heard Bokuto say, waving the phone then showing Kageyama.

Tsukishima had ignored Hinata’s voice, not knowing that most of the team was behind him. he only then turned around when he heard Kageyama yell, “why is Tsukishima with such a pretty girl and i’m not?! i’m so much better than that loser!”

Tsukishima spun around, snatching the phone from Hinata, swiping through the photos of him and (y/n). “how the hell did you get these?” he then notice the third years slightly giggling, but then clearing their throats.

“tanaka? how do you have pictures too?”

“let’s just say, you need to introduce us to your girlfriend!”

“oh shut up. never in a million years.” he said, his voice and face telling no story. his ears though? you could’ve thought he had just be burned with how bright red they were!

[kittyminion]

wish i was her soccer player!ellie x introvert!reader (college au)

-explicit 18+, fluff, smut, you and ellie are seniors in college -you and ellie have lived and known each other for almost three years, but things are still awkward and quiet between the two of you, but one night, when you catch ellie having sex with a girl in your apartment, things forever change between the two of you. will you ever open up to her, or are you forever stuck lusting from afar? -word count: 3.7k

You and Ellie had been roomates for two years, ever since your sophomore year of college, and although you'd spent plenty of days sitting in the same living room, eating the same shit meals, and walking the same routes on the main campus, it was still very much awkward.

One day, in the late night she came home from soccer practice, she'd collapse next to you on the couch, far enough away that you were nowhere near touching her, but close enough that you could smell the sweat dripping off her body.

Ellie said nothing as she sat there, her head thrown back against the couch, eyes closed. You set down your pen, your notes long forgotten and glanced over at her, wondering if she'd fell asleep just as quick as she collapsed on the couch, but as you reached over towards her, your fingers ready to poke at her sticky skin, her eyes suddenly shot open and she glared at you when she saw you.

"Sorry." You repeated lowly, removing yourself quickly and gathering your things. Ellie attempted to call your name, but you ignored her, too busy being embarrassed.

Hopefully she didn't think ill of you, all you were trying to do was see if she was asleep.

Weeks moved by without either of you saying a word to each other, just the occasional awkward wave when you entered, or a quick sorry if she brushed to close to you in the kitchen. But one thing didn't change: the habits.

You'd leave out the vegetables she didn't like in the food you cooked, then wrap it up in her favorite tubberware and lunch bag for her lunch the next day, and Ellie would do the same, adding in little trinkets she either found randomly or bought at stores when she thought of you.

When the silence became unbearable for Ellie, she'd proposed the both of you go out for dinner in town and you agreed.

"Nothing too fancy. I just want us to get out of this fucking apartment." "Perfect." You said afterwards, your voice quiet and low like it usually was around her.

Maybe it was just intimidation that had you shy and no where near as sociable as you usually were. Ellie was tall, taller than you at least, with a muscular and toned body that shined in sweat most of the time you saw her.

She was either in the gym, in class, at practice, or home (just barely). Her soft green eyes were the gem of her face, piercing, but loving in a way you'd never seen before.

As the two of you walked to a local pizzeria in your town, she'd started up conversation. "I see you reading a lot. What do you read?" Her voice was a bit gruff, tired. "A lot of fiction, I guess. Sometimes my mood picks what I read though, so nothing specific."

Ellie nodded, her lip notched between her teeth as she ushered you around a huge puddle on the sidewalk, her hair damp from her previous shower.

She ran her fingers through it and glanced over at you, "why are we so weird with each other? It's like we don't know each other at all," she laughed a bit at the statement, but her face was melancholy as she said it, hands stuffed in the pockets of her jeans.

You shrugged, picking at your nails, staring straight ahead at another couple walking in front of you. They were women, bundled so tightly together that in the dark, you could barely tell where one ended and the other began.

You wholeheartedly wished you'd had an experience like that, but past relationships hadn't done you so well, and you struggled to open up, afraid of your secrets being used against you.

Maybe that was to blame for your lack of friends.

"I don't know, Ellie. I don't really warm up to people that well." She nodded in understanding, pulling open the door to the pizzeria and allowing you to enter first.

You let out a relieved sigh at the warmness inside, following a hostess to an empty booth. Ellie sat across from you, her feet tangling with your own as they usually did when the both of you sat together at a table.

You didn't mind it though. You honestly thought it was kind of cute.

After ordering drinks, you and Ellie indulged into conversation, about any and everything.

"So you were adopted?" Ellie nodded at the question, "yep. I was in foster care until I was around fourteen then a man named Joel adopted me. He'd just lost his daughter a year earlier and wanted to make someone else's life better I guess. It was great though. He didn't suffocate me with anything and let me get comfortable, what about you? What was your childhood like?"

You cringed at the question a bit, distracting yourself with a sip of your drink. Suddenly, Ellie reached across the table and grabbed your hand gently, her fingers brushing against your wrist, "you don't have to tell me if you're not comfortable."

You shivered at the contact, cheeks ablaze, nodding to yourself, "well it was rough. Both my parents were extreme control freaks so that meant I was controlled. I had no say in my life whatsoever; what sports I'd play, who I was friends with, everything. I got so fed up, so when it was time to go to college, I completely cut off contact. Changed my number, email, even begged family members to not tell them where I was."

Ellie was frowning at you, her hands still clutching onto your own, "have you talked to them since?"

"Not since a year ago." Ellie's eyes squinted then surprise exploded on her face, "I remember that! I had no clue what was wrong, and I remember asking, but you'd locked yourself in your room for days."

You nodded, letting out a groan and Ellie chuckled, "don't be embarrassed, we all have our moments."

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A few months had gone by since you and Ellie had dinner, and things were great.

You both spent more time together in your free time, and slowly, you opened up more and more about your broken past and the trauma it left you, and Ellie did the same.

Sometimes, you'd found yourselves sleeping in each others rooms, bundled up tightly and intimately, Ellie running her fingers through your hair or you rubbing out knots in her skin.

Other times, you'd catch her watching you. Sometimes it was if you were making food in the kitchen and she was doing homework, other times, you'd just came out of the bathroom from a steamy shower, and her eyes were glued to your damp thighs, muscles tightening as she watched you walk into your bedroom, often times oblivious of her stare.

But, you did the same as well, watching her when she came home from practice, stripping prematurely into her sports bra and low-hanging sweatpants or when a lid was on just a smidge too tight and her muscles strained opening it.

Or perhaps when Ellie sat on the couch, watching her soccer clips intently and jotting down notes on how she could improve. Her lips were red from biting them, eyebags heavy under her eyes, but she looked so fucking pretty, freckles littered across her cheeks and that fucking scar that pulled every time she bit down on her lip.

She ran a hand through her short hair and leant back against the couch with a sigh. When she caught eyes with you, she smirked, a knowing look in her eye, but she patted the couch next to her and welcomed you into her arms like you were a frightened kitten.

She kissed at your cheeks teasingly, noting how pretty you looked in your clothes, then her hand dipped low towards the waistband of your pants. You gasped lowly, and she stopped, but kept her hand frozen there, seemingly distracted from the clips on the tv.

But you heard her heartbeat, rapid in her chest, her skin flushed, hair standing from a shiver.

You were happy at the reaction she'd given you, but what would you do now? Kiss her? Touch her? You had no idea, and you definitely didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

Before you could decide, the doorbell to your apartment rang and Ellie moved away from you gently, standing up to go open the door.

She greeted someone behind it and once they entered, your eyes widened as you sat up.

Ellie introduced you to the girl, Dina.

Was this Ellie's girlfriend? it definitely seemed like it, judging by how close they stood, but Ellie was watching you, instead of paying attention to Dina, but before she could say anything, you were already halfway out of the room, headed towards your bedroom, skin on fire from embarrassment.

It felt like she made a fool of you, teasing you every chance she got all the while she had a girlfriend.

Throughout the night, Ellie didn't bother you, but you could hear the hushed laughter and conversation in the living room. You busied yourself with homework, that seemed to neverend, and once you finally heard Ellie retire to her room, Dina trailing after her, you ate something quick and locked yourself back in your room.

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It was like a never ending cycle. Wake up, go to class, work, then back home.

Dina had come over plenty of times throughout the last few weeks and that solidified your relationship with Ellie; strictly roommates.

You missed your intimate moments with her, but neither of you attempted to repair that part of your relationship, so you left it alone, a piece of your heart chipped.

Ellie seemed to spend more and more time away from the apartment, but you knew it was because of her constant games.

One night, when you'd spent a little too much time in the library, you dragged yourself home, exhausted and thankful that the weekend was only a day away.

You took out your keys, ready to pass out in bed, then you unlocked the door, tossing your keys onto the counter. But just as you unzipped your jacket, you heard the sounds of moaning.

A few feet away, on the couch in the living room lay a naked Ellie, wrapped tightly around Dina. Ellie's mouth was locked tightly around Dina's boob as the dark haired girl threw her head back against the couchs armrest.

You watched the scene with wide eyes, your cheeks red, your thighs clenched tightly together.

It wasn't until Dina's eyes finally opened that she saw you. "What the fuck?" Dina shouted, scrambling to cover herself. Her voice was slurred, and as Ellie turned around, her ass perched in the air, she gasped, quickly wrapping herself in a throw blanket.

"Shit, I'm so sorry!" She slurred out, wrenching Dina off the couch and ushering her into her bedroom.

You didn't know what to say. It definitely looked like you'd been watching them for a while, but in truth you weren't. Besides, how would you not look like a creep.

You wanted to disappear into a hole, but before you could do anything of the sort, Dina was rushing out of Ellie's bedroom, fully dressed, embarrassed, and mumbling sorry's to you as she pushed past you and left, slamming the front door behind her.

You ran a tired hand down your face, and shook your head.

Ellie called your name before you could go into your room and you inhaled deeply, crossing your arms as she came over to you, "look, I'm sorry. Fuck, I'm really sorry. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable." She grabbed your hands and you slowly shook your head disappointed in yourself.

You were no where near uncomfortable. If anything, you were hot, wet, and wishing you were Dina, beneath Ellie as she groped and sucked all over your body.

That's what embarrassed you the most.

Squeezing your thighs together, you shook your head, "Ellie, it's okay." You adverted your eyes from her perky nipples through her shirt and slid farther into your room, pulling your hands from Ellie's grip.

"It's not fucking okay. Forgive me, please?"

"I forgive you." She was surprised at your quick forgiveness, but grinned, surprising you with a quick peck against your cheek.

Your panties were soaked.

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A few weeks had went by, and since spring break had finally rolled around, you were no longer drowning in schoolwork.

A party was being hosted that night, celebrating the undefeated women's soccer team for your college. So, that meant Ellie was going, and in turn, she'd begged you to go, saying it was important for you to relax, unwind, and go bat shit crazy.

You agreed. Only because she had asked.

You decided to wear a simple outfit; a blood red asymmetrical skirt and spaghetti strap top that matched the skirt perfectly. When you left your room, Ellie wistled, a mischievous smirk on her lips.

You twirled playfully, "it's cute right? I got it on sale." Ellie scoffed, "you're cute. Have you seen yourself?" Ellie pushed back a strand of your hair and you felt that same giddy feeling in your chest you felt during the Dina situation.

But, you didn't suppress it. Besides, you enjoyed being the subject of her eyes and you honestly missed the flirtyness between the two of you.

She picked at the lace on your skirt, her chilly fingertips brushing against the skin of your thighs, causing you to shiver. Ellie ignored it though, throwing her arm over your shoulder as the two of you continued out of your apartment.

The party was being hosted in a apartment complex, far too small for the amount of attendants, judging by the overflow in the hall of the building and even onto the lawn of the apartment building.

Ellie guided you inside, greeting multiple people who were on her team. It was obvious that she was popular though, considering she was the captain of the team.

But throughout all her greetings, she never let go of you, either holding your hand firmly or arm wrapped around your waist.

When the dancing around the two of you got a little to rowdy and you were bumped violently into her side, she said a simple, "watch it," her voice raised loud enough to reach their ears.

Once you finally made it to the kitchen, Ellie served you a drink, "I hope you like tequila." Your nose wrinkled at the thought of the drink, but you took it nonetheless, awaiting the tipsiness that would surely overcome you later.

"Doing okay?" Ellie wondered, sipping her drink while leaning against the counter. You nodded, "perfect. We should dance." Ellie was a bit surprised at your offer, but she downed the rest of her drink that grabbed your hand, dragging you onto the makeshift dance floor in the living room.

The song was sensual and slow, so Ellie placed her hands on your hips, forehead resting against your own as she rocked the two of you back and forth, whispering the lyrics of the song to herself.

Your skin was hot and slippery, not only from the temperature in the apartment, but also because of Ellie's chilly breath against your face. You grabbed at the sides of her torso, hands fisting her shirt as you did so.

Ellie was staring at you pointedly, eyebrows relaxed as she reached up to your jaw, brushing at it gently.

You didn't know where this side of Ellie had come from, but you loved it. Maybe it was the subtle glances you sent her way in the past few weeks, after Dina had left your apartment in a rush.

Or maybe it was a few night ago, when you were in the shower:

-It was late and quiet in the apartment. Ellie wasn't home, probably busy with practice, or in the library, cramming as she usually did.

As the water poured down your body, you remembered what had happened with Ellie and Dina. The way Ellie's body was so muscular and toned, the flush of her skin as she and Dina were on the couch, touching each other excitedly.

Before you knew it, your hand was trailing slowly down your torso and your fingers were flicking at your clit rapidly. A sweet moan escaped your lips as you leant against the cool tiles in the shower, your hair soaked and wet against your skin.

You thrust a finger inside yourself, curling it just right until your back arched and your legs shook with pleasure. As your thrusting quickened and your moans got louder and sweeter, you reached up to your breasts, tugging at your nipple as pleasure exploded across your vision.

Your legs were shaking, your back arched, and when you finally felt your body clench tightly, you wrenched your fingers out of yourself, squealing as a rain of liquid sprayed inside the shower.

You twisted the faucet in the shower, shutting off the water, and just as you did, you heard a moan.

The shadow under the door froze and then you heard frantic footsteps rush away from your door-

Ellie had been listening to you fuck yourself inside the bathroom, and it turned you on, made your brain turn into a mush as you imagined her, outside the bathroom, fingers thrust into her own cunt as she listened to you get yourself off.

It seemed like she could read your mind because before you knew it, Ellie's lips were on your own, fingers threaded into your hair, lips notching against yours as she kissed you.

It seemed like the world had stopped around you, the only thing you were focused on was the feeling off her body pressed against yours and her abs underneath your fingertips as you reached under her shirt.

"Fuck!" Ellie spat, pulling away, arm tightening around your waist.

"What's wrong, Ellie?" You muttered, lips trailing down her neck. You sucked softly, pressure building in your belly as she moaned, eyes rolling closed as she groped your breast, pinching at your nipple through your shirt.

"Let's go find someplace quiet." She said, determined, eyes hard and glazed over with lust and want.

She pulled you out of the stuffy apartment and into a small quartyard behind the building, surrounded by bushes with a wooden bench in the center.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted you." She said, inhaling deeply as she pushed you onto the bench, tugging down your skirt then pressing a wet kiss on your knee.

"How long?" She cursed underneath her breath, lifting one of your legs up onto the bench as she brushed a finger over your cunt, pressing against your clit.

You moaned, reaching up into her hair and tugging gently, your head thrown back, thankful for the chilly wind outside cooling you down.

"Ever since I saw you. But, you were reserved and I didn't know how to tell you I liked you, so I kept quiet."

Ellie kissed your inner thigh, her other hand reaching under your shirt to grope your breasts. You hiked your other legs on the bench, staring up at the dark sky, a star shooting past as Ellie kissed your cunt through your panties.

"What about Dina? I thought you two were together." Ellie chuckled at your statement, shaking her head quickly as she pulled down your panties and immediate stuck an eager finger inside of you, curling it until she felt that spongy spot.

"Shit, Ellie!" You stuttered out, tugging her up by her shirt to kiss her again.

Your wetness dripped onto the bench underneath you and Ellie cursed, ripping her shirt off hastily to spread it underneath you.

You pulled the straps of her bra down and popped one of her nipples into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it until her fingers stuttered inside of you.

"Dina was only to help me to forget you, but it didn't work. Every second I saw her, I thought of you. The plushness of your thighs, the curves of your body, how soft your skin looked every time you came out of the bathroom, how thoughtful and kind you are. Then I heard you, in the shower the other night and I fucking lost my mind."

As you finally came undone on her fingers, she kneeled, pressing her hot mouth against your cunt to lap up your come.

When she sat next to you, you unbuttoned her pants, slipping them down her legs, reveling at her cunt as she clenched it waitingly.

"I've thought about you too, Ellie. I couldn't stop thinking about you, naked, fucking Dina that night. I wanted to be her, be the one you touched."

Ellie moaned, a raw, rough sort of thing that rang out in the courtyard, but you loved it nonetheless, rubbing at her clit to elicit more moans from her mouth.

"Will you come to my game next week? Show everyone how pretty your are with my number on you?" You blushed at her words, but agreed, "of course. I would love nothing more."

You fucked her with your fingers, muffling her breathless moans with more kisses until her body finally wound up and snapped violently, moan after moan escaping from her lips like a never ending song.

As you collapsed onto the bench next to her, you heard low voices.

"Fuck!" Ellie whispered, laughing a bit as she struggled to put on her pants, helping you fix the messiness of her hair, then pulling her bra back up.

You grabbed her shirt from the bench and threw it over her head, laughing as she tripped and almost busted her ass.

Once the both of you were finally dressed, a couple of girls entered the courtyard, oblivious to the scene that just played out.

"Williams! There you are, we've been looking for you." One of them said and Ellie stood, pulling you up with her, "what do you need?"

"The team's about to play beer pong. Care to join?" Ellie put her hands on her hips, humming to herself, "maybe?"

"Your pretty girlfriend can join too."

Ellie glanced over at you, waiting for your approval and once you said yes she nodded, "perfect."

[giveafike]

I love Game, Set, Match! If you ever continue it, since the last time y/n was struggling with her game and Ben helped her out, maybe this time we can have Ben struggling and y/n helping him out

Combining this with another prompt for part 3 of game, set match - another anon said: I dont need u to make game, set, match a whole fan fic, but i would love to see a part 3 with them as mixed doubles partners in like the us open or something!! part 2 was amazing, so exited to see your next work regardless of the plot<3

(here if you haven't read part 2 + here for part 1)

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TLDR: Tennisplayer!fem reader x Ben Shelton couple meeting up after some time for an Opens Tournament after spending time away. They're set to play mixed doubles, Ben's got issues, we're cosplaying bob the builder the way we can fix this!

Word count + info: 6.3k! A bit shorter than the other two, but I promise it's more intimate! Dialogue (lots of flirting and teasing). Mentions of Matteo Berrettini & Ajla Tomljanović.

Character Inspo: Wbk by now: cheeky n playful MC - yk just... fun! I didn't write any specifications, but in my head I was envisioning Tyla so! But put whoever you want to cast ;). She's fallen hard in love here tho

Warnings + Content Ahead: SFW, this is sooo cute. There is a lot of suggestive content here 😭 but nothing NSFW, teasing, playful relationship, lwky submissive Ben, hope I make u guys giggle!

Azzie Notes ✚: HI!! Last post for a bit (I'm still writing other things! Just taking a bit longer than expected - do send more reqs tho, I'm running low!) I LOVEEE writing Game, Set, Match - I'm so proud of this baby!

Do send in blurb reqs, I can push em out quicker than these longer stories. In saying that, I do have a couple in the works rn who knows? Maybe we'll have a new baby project on our hands.

Also, for anon asks + messages that aren't directly fanfics, follow #azzie asks for stuff bc I feel bad hoarding up space on the main tags for just anon convos. Should I do more of that? Do we want me to talk? Send qs and stuff if you do, otherwise I'll carry on w the usual fanfics and AUs.

I'd love to write a fanfic (SFW or NSFW) w a name and character description, like I could do SOOO much more, someone pls req, so I can storyboard and draft up stuff!!!

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Game, Set, Match (Part 3) - B.T.S

It had been weeks since you’d seen Ben.

With the WTA and ATP tours in full swing, your schedules pulled you in opposite directions, placing you both in different cities and on different courts. Your phones had been lifelines, but they only gave you fleeting sporadic late-night texts, quick phone calls, and longing video chats to keep you in contact.

But now, the separation was over, and the moment you stepped off the plane, a familiar rush of excitement bubbled up inside you, your heart raced, already knowing Ben was somewhere waiting for you.

You pushed through the terminal tunnel-visioned and suddenly, you saw him. Even in a crowded airport, Ben stood out. Tall, with his unmistakable athletic build, the brim of his hat tilted low, his lips were bitten as he scanned the crowd, his eyes locked on you the second he saw you. The world around you blurred, and Ben made his way toward you with long, determined strides.

Before you could even fully register the relief washing over you, his arms were around you, pulling you into his chest. His familiar scent filled your senses, instantly grounding you. Your arms were thrown over his neck, your face tucked into his neck as you held him tight, wondering how you had managed to last this long without his comforting touch.

“I missed you so damn much, Y/N,” he murmured into your hair, his voice thick with emotion. One hand ran through your hair, the other smoothing your back.

You sighed into him, your hands rubbing his back, curling into the fabric of his shirt as you pressed yourself closer. “I missed you so much more”.

Ben didn’t waste any time. He tilted your chin up, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both soft and intense like he was making up for every missed kiss over the last few weeks. His hand slid up your sides, slipping under your hoodie to rest against your bare skin. His touch sent a wave of warmth through you, and you shivered slightly from how badly you had missed the feel of him.

“You have no idea how hard it’s been without you,” he breathed against your lips, his thumb stroking along the small of your back as he kissed the corner of your mouth and then down the line of your jaw.

You smiled, but your voice came out softer than you intended, already melting against him. “I think I have an idea. I was struggling too.” Your eyes fluttered open and shut with each kiss he planted, your gaze roaming over his face, boring into the kindness in his sweet eyes. You reached up to peck his cheek in slow, lasting kisses.

Ben pulled back chuckling, just enough to look at you, his thumb coming up to brush over your cheek as he drank you in, like he needed to commit every detail of your face to memory. “I’m not letting you out of my sight now. I need you close, with me, all the time,” he whispered, his eyes big and soft with affection. “Not for a second.”

His intensity sent a wave of warmth through your chest, but you still managed a smirk, raising an eyebrow. He looked like a little kid, never wanting to let you go. “Not even for a second, huh? Okay, big guy.”

Ben grinned, his hand slipping back under your hoodie, fingers tracing patterns on your skin as he pulled you in for another kiss, one that promised more than just a reunion.

“We still need to get to the hotel,” you laughed breathlessly, playfully hitting his chest.

“Hotel’s first,” he said with a mischievous grin, dipping his head to brush his lips over your ear. “But after that…” He nipped lightly at your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. His hands crept higher under your hoodie, grazing the edge of your sports bra. “I’ve got some plans for us once you settle in.”

You laughed, squealing, swatting at him playfully. “Benjamin Shelton! Get your mind out of the gutter.”

“I don’t think I can,” he murmured with a smirk, his lips barely brushing yours as he leaned in. “Not when you’re finally here.”

With a roll of your eyes, you pushed him away, heat rising in your cheeks. As you wheeled your bag toward the exit, Ben caught up, a boyish, gummy smile tugging at his lips as he stole the handle from your hands. His arm slipped around your waist, resting a little lower on your hip, a teasing glint in his eyes that promised he wasn’t quite done yet.

In the taxi, Ben’s clingy neediness only seemed to intensify, and you felt it in the way his hands couldn’t stay still. He pulled you closer, nearly into his lap, making it nearly impossible to sit normally in the seat.

His hands traced delicate patterns on your back, on your sides. His lips hovered near your ear, occasionally brushing against your cheek or neck, you could feel the smirk tugging at his lips, sending tiny shivers down your spine. Every kiss, every touch, felt like a quiet declaration, he missed you, he needed you.

“You seriously have no idea how much I’ve missed you, like, really bad. Like, losing my mind, bad,” Ben whispered, his voice thick with a mix of affection and urgency. His thumb brushed along your ribcage, slow and deliberate, like he was memorising the feel of you all over again.

You couldn’t help but smile, leaning back against him, feeling the warmth of his chest against your back. “Ben, darling, I’m getting an idea, with how handsy you’re being,” you teased, giggling as you glanced up at him. “You’re being so clingy, baby.”

Ben chuckled, not the least bit embarrassed. “Can you blame me?” he murmured, pressing a kiss just below your ear. “I haven’t had you in my arms for weeks. I’ve been dying just to touch you for weeks. My beautiful, gorgeous girl, the woman that I love so much…now all mine in my hands again…”

His voice trailed off while he planted kisses as your breath hitched slightly at his praise, offering him a soft hum as his hands continued their slow exploration, fingertips skimming beneath the hem of your hoodie, teasing the edge of your waistband, roaming back up to toy with your sports bra. “Weeks, huh? You're acting like it’s been years.”

“Might as well have been,” he muttered against your neck, brushing your hair to one side gently, nipping playfully at your skin. “I don’t think I’ve gone this long without touching you since we started dating. I’ve been so desperate to just touch you.”

You giggled softly, your head tilting to the side to give him better access, your fingers resting against his arm. “Maybe I book more WTA tours away if this is the welcome I get.”

Ben’s grip on your waist tightened slightly, and he pulled you even closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Don’t even joke about that.” His lips brushed against your collarbone, his breath hot and deliberate. “You have no idea what you do to me when you’re gone, baby. I’m not letting you go far from me for a long time.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, ownership laced in his words. You turned your head slightly to meet his gaze, your fingers running along the edge of his jaw. You could feel Ben slowly start to get more desperate, his playful feathering kisses turning into something more permanent, sucking and biting softly as if to leave small, subtle marks on your skin.

“Oof, someone's possessive. Guess I’m stuck having to deal with you being all over me then,” you teased, though your voice came out softer, more breathless.

Ben grinned, his eyes deep with affection as he kissed you again, plunging this time, one hand slipping further up your back, underneath your hoodie. “You’re not exactly pushing me away, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, though you leaned into his touch, a soft sigh escaping your lips. “I couldn’t even if I wanted to,” you murmured, your fingers brushing through his hair. “You’re too tempting.”

The taxi jolted slightly as it hit a bump, and you let out a quiet giggle breaking out of your bubble and swatting at his chest lightly, clearing your throat as you sat up. “Ben, the driver’s right there.”

Ben glanced over at the driver, who was politely staring ahead, before shrugging. “Doesn’t bother me.”

You let out a laugh, pushing lightly at his chest again. “Behave,” you said, though there was no real force behind the command. You were enjoying the attention far too much.

Ben hummed softly, his lips still brushing against your skin, hands roaming even more dangerously as he cupped your breasts under your hoodie. “Can’t help it. You’re here, and I’ve been deprived for too long.”

The playful banter continued all the way to the hotel, his hands wandering and gripping and his lips stealing kisses at every opportunity. By the time you arrived, the air between you was thick with the tension of weeks spent apart, and you could barely wait to get to your room. Ben grabbed your suitcase with one hand, the other arm firmly around your waist, guiding you through the hotel lobby with an almost single-minded focus.

As soon as you were in the elevator, the doors barely closed before Ben had you pressed against the wall, his lips crashing into yours, hands gripping your waist as if he couldn’t bear even an inch of distance between you. Your hands pressed against the wall to soften the sudden push, before snaking up to the nape of his neck.

“Ben,” you breathed between kisses, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “We’re almost there, hold on, babe..!”

“I know,” he whispered, his lips trailing down your neck, his hands sliding lower. “But I can’t wait, baby.”

By the time you reached the room, you were both breathless, your bodies pressed tightly together as you stumbled inside. Ben closed the door behind you, immediately pulling you into his arms again, his hands slipping beneath your hoodie, lifting it slightly as his lips found yours in a kiss that was slow and needy.

You smiled against his lips, finally breaking the kiss to pull back just enough to catch your breath. “You’re insatiable..!” you teased, gasping, though your own hands were wandering, tracing the familiar lines of his strong chest and shoulders.

Ben grinned, his hands slipping down to your hips, pulling you closer. “Only when it comes to my girl.”

You let out a soft laugh, resting your forehead against his as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “You’re sweet.”

His lips brushed against yours again, but this time the kiss was gentler, more tender. He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs stroking your cheeks as he pulled you even closer. “I love you so much,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart swelled at the words, and you kissed him softly, letting the moment linger. “I love you too, Ben.”

For a few moments, you just stood there, wrapped up in each other, the rest of the world falling away. It was about the quiet comfort of being together again, of knowing that even after weeks apart, nothing between you had changed.

Finally, Ben broke the silence, his voice soft but playful. “So, what’s the plan for tomorrow?”

You pulled back slightly to look at him, your fingers brushing through his hair as you smiled. “I was actually going to ask you that. You’ve been here longer than me, did you manage to set up a practice match?”

He smirked, his hands slipping down to your waist again. “I did. We’re playing against Matteo and Ajla.”

Your eyes lit up with excitement, and you raised an eyebrow. “As in Berrettini? Matteo Berrenttini? That’s quite the practice match.”

Ben’s grip on your waist tightened slightly, and you could see the playful glint in his eyes. “Yeah? You sound a little too excited about that.”

You bit your lip, trying to suppress a smile as you leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Well, have you seen him?”

Ben’s eyes squinted, his hands slipping lower as he pulled you flush against him. “Oh, so that’s how it is?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, resting your hands on his chest, teasing him. “I’m just saying... he’s a little distracting.”

Ben raised an eyebrow, his voice low and teasing. “Maybe I should give you something to distract you from him.”

You grinned, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “I think my boyfriend is distraction enough,” you murmured, your lips brushing his in a soft, lingering kiss. “But if you want to make sure I’m focused...”

Ben smirked playfully, his lips capturing yours again, and you let out a soft laugh as he lifted you off the ground, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he lifted your legs around his waist. “I think I can manage that.”

As you pulled back, breathless and grinning, you whispered softly, “You know I’m teasing. I love you, Ben. Everything feels right with you.”

Ben’s expression softened, his hands gently stroking your sides. “I love you too,” he whispered, his voice full of affection. “More than you know. Feels like home with you in my arms.”

You planted a few soft kisses on his face before leaning into his ear, murmuring, "I still think you owe me a distraction though, Ben."

He chuckled, kissing your cheek. "That'll you get, darlin’ " he mumbled against you, bringing you to the bedroom. That night passed by in a blur of moments of pure, genuine love and care, making up for lost time and emotion.

The next morning, the air was cool and crisp, and the sun bright as you arrived at the court. It was a perfect day for tennis the autumn breeze a welcome break from the summer heat you had both endured on the tour. You could hear the hum of early risers in the distance, but out here, it felt like the world had shrunk to just you, Ben, Matteo, and Ajla.

The warm-up with Matteo Berrettini and Ajla Tomljanović had started off with an easy-going energy, but as the sets progressed, the friendly competition turned more intense. You and Ben moved together fluidly on the court, your bodies instinctively syncing as you read each other's movements, making quick glances, wordless nods, and smooth exchanges.

There were moments of effortless coordination with Ben's power serves and your swift returns combined to win quick points. It was no surprise to anyone watching how well you complemented each other, not just as a couple but as doubles players too. But despite your solid partnership, you noticed a subtle flaw in Ben’s play, something that had escaped both his attention and the growing tension in the practice game.

Between points, you caught the way Ben’s jaw clenched when a shot didn’t go as planned, or when a well-placed return from Matteo caught him off-guard, making him shake his head. It wasn’t that he lacked the skill, Ben was as powerful and talented as they came, but there was a rush in his movement, a drive to end points too quick and fast, a desire to out-muscle rather than out-think his opponent. He was pushing too hard, chasing shots aggressively when he didn’t need to, leaving himself out of position for the next exchange.

“Ben,” you called softly during a break between serves, approaching him with a playful smile, but your eyes scanned him thoughtfully.

He tilted his head, his sweaty curls brushing his forehead, and he flashed that bright grin that always made your heart skip a beat. “Yes, babe?”

You glanced over at Matteo and Ajla who were catching their breath on the other side of the court, then back at Ben. “You’re doing great,” you said, giving him a playful nudge, “but you’re leaving yourself open. You’re trying to end the point too fast, darling.”

His smile faltered slightly, the competitive edge still buzzing in his eyes, but there was a flicker of realisation too. “What do you mean?”

You took a step closer, placing a hand on his arm, letting your fingers gently trace down his forearm as if to soothe his tension and take the edge off of your suggestions. “You don’t have to go for the big finish every time,” you said softly, your voice tinged with affection. “Trust me to set you up.”

Ben blinked at you, clearly processing what you were saying. His eyes roamed over your face, then down to the feeling of your hand on his bicep, his expression softening as he began to understand. “You think I’m overdoing it?”

You smiled, leaning up to press a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth, studying his eyes before you answered. “Hmm, a little teensy bit, yeah. Just play it a bit smarter. You know I’ve always got your back.” Your hand slipped down to pat his chest lightly, fingers lingering on his heart.

Ben let out a slow breath, his pride unshaken but his focus shifting. “Got it,” he muttered, a crooked smile spreading across his face. “Leave the setup to you, huh? My girl’s handling business?”

“Exactly,” you teased, giving him a quick wink. “I know what I’m setting up for my man.”

That last part clearly struck something in Ben, the pride swelling in his chest as you called him your man. His grin widened, a gleam in his eyes now, not from the competition but from the quiet confidence you had in him.

“Damn right, I am,” he said, stepping closer, his voice dropping lower so only you could hear. “Guess I’ll have to show you what your man can really do once I’m in.”

You gave him a soft swat on the arm, giggling. “Save it for the court, Benny. Or maybe later, when we’re off it.”

Ben chuckled but pulled you into a quick, possessive kiss, his lips lingering longer than they probably should have, given that you were still mid-match.

“Later then,” he whispered against your mouth, his hands lingering at your hips before he pulled away with a playful gleam in his eye.

“Hey, lovebirds!” Matteo called from across the court, his thick Italian accent laced with amusement. “You two ready, or should we leave you alone?”

Ajla laughed, shaking her head. “Pretty sure we all know how this match ends if they keep that up.”

You shot a playful glare at them, then turned to Ben with a smirk. “Think they’re jealous?”

Ben gave a quick shrug, flashing that cocky grin that drove you wild. “Who wouldn’t be? I mean, look at my beautiful girl.” He winked at you before jogging back into position, and your heart warmed at the ease and pride in his voice when he said it, his girl.

As the next point started, the flow between you and Ben seemed smoother. You both moved like two parts of a well-oiled machine, he focused on power and strategy, and you on finesse and setting him up for those big finishing shots. You watched him settle, taking more time with his positioning, trusting you to create the opportunities for him. And when that perfect moment came, his power unleashed with precision, and you saw the change in his eyes, a new level of control starting to blossom.

Ajla returned a lob shot, and Ben waited, patient, as you volleyed it back, setting him up. The moment the ball left her racket, Ben struck, sending it down the line in a clean, blistering shot that left both Matteo and Ajla flat-footed.

“Vamos!” Ben shouted, his voice full of triumph, his fist clenched, as the ball bounced out of reach. He turned to you with wide, triumphant eyes, rushing over to scoop you up in his arms before you could even blink.

“That’s my man,” you laughed as he spun you around, both of you laughing and riding the high of the win.

Ben pressed a quick kiss to your lips, still holding you in his arms. “Told you we’d make a good team.”

You could hear Matteo clapping slowly in mock defeat behind you, and Ajla was laughing, shaking her head in amusement. “Alright, alright, we’ll give it to you guys this time.”

You beamed at Ben, his arms still tightly around you, your face inches from his. “Always knew you had it in you.”

Ben grinned, his forehead pressing against yours as his voice dropped low. “Only ‘cause I’ve got you by my side.”

You and Ben had barely finished celebrating your win when Matteo and Ajla sauntered over, shaking their heads in defeat but still smiling.

“That was impressive,” Matteo admitted, clapping Ben on the back.

“Though, if you two keep up with the lovefest on the court, you might distract yourselves one of these days.”

Ben smirked, his hand casually resting on your waist as he pulled you closer. “Nah, we’re just that good. Plus, she keeps me in check.” He winked down at you, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his cheeky confidence.

Ajla gave you a knowing smile. “You guys are impossible. But alright, a deal’s a deal. Lunch on us."

You grinned, side-hugging her over the net. “I’ll hold you to that.”

As the four of you walked off the court, lighthearted banter filling the air, your mind was still on the way Ben had adjusted his play. He’d listened to you, adapted, and it had paid off. There was no denying the satisfaction that came with seeing him execute your advice perfectly. But you also knew that some things would need a little more fine-tuning and practice, and for that, a private session was definitely in order.

Later on, after lunch with Matteo and Ajla, you found yourself back in the hotel room as the sun set, both of you a little tired but still buzzing with energy from the match and the good company. Ben was sprawled out on the bed, scrolling through his phone, while you sat on the edge, absently bouncing a tennis ball against the wall in a rhythmic thud.

“Hey,” you said after a moment, glancing over at him. “How about we hit the courts again? Just the two of us. I think we could use some more time out there.”

Ben lifted his head, one eyebrow raised, a teasing twinkle already forming on his lips. “Oh? Didn’t get enough today?”

You smiled, looking back at him. “You’re getting better, Ben, but there are a few things we should work on. You were doing great out there with Matteo and Ajla, but I think we could sharpen up your positioning a little more.”

Ben set his phone down, sitting up now, fully intrigued. “Oh? You’re offering to coach me?”

You gave him a playful nudge. “Yeah. I know you want to be the best, and I can help you with that.”

His eyes brightened with interest, and he was up in an instant, hauling himself up off the bed with a grin. “Alright, coach. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

The tennis court was empty when the two of you arrived, the evening air cool and crisp under the soft glow and hum of the stadium lights. Ben took his spot across from you, bouncing lightly on his feet, his signature cocky grin in place as he spun his racket in his hand.

You and Ben had the ball bouncing back and forth in a comfortable rhythm. You enjoyed these quiet moments together, where it was less about winning and more about the two of you syncing up, even if it meant some fine-tuning in his technique.

“Alright, coach,” Ben said with a grin, settling into a more relaxed stance. His playful tone was the same as ever, but there was something softer in his gaze tonight, he was taking you seriously, eager to work, eager to show off for you. “How are we doing this? What’s the game plan to make me even better?”

You leaned back on your heels, arms crossed as you eyed him. “Footwork first. You keep rushing when you don’t need to. Relax into it, be patient, trust yourself and you’ll find your rhythm.”

Ben nodded, his eyes locked on yours as he mimicked your movements. His focus was intense, but this time it was different from how he worked with his dad. Ben had always been a little impatient with Bryan, more concerned with power and quick sets.

But tonight?

Tonight, he was all yours, giving you his full attention, which stirred something more than pride inside of you. As you demonstrated, he followed suit, his footwork and his motion becoming more controlled with each drill. Every time your hand grazed his arm or adjusted his posture, Ben listened obediently, applying your feedback without his usual back-and-forth banter. That focus on your words, the sincere look in his eyes as he perked up to listen, sent sparks through you.

“Better,” you said after a solid rally, a proud smile creeping onto your face. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”

Ben wiped his brow, a hint of pride in his expression. “Guess you’re a pretty good coach, huh?”

You grinned, shaking your head as you walked past him. “I’ve always been good at keeping you in line.”

The game continued, the ball bouncing between you both, the steady rhythm soothing and familiar. You pushed Ben to focus on positioning, drilling him on staying grounded before committing to a shot.

And then, after another smooth exchange where he hit every cue perfectly, the words slipped out without warning.

“There you go! Good boy.”

It hung in the air for a second, and you froze with a shocked expression on your face, realising what you’d just said. Your cheeks burned up instantly as you glanced at Ben. He had paused too, his face lighting up mischievously with a look that told you he was absolutely not going to let this go.

“Good boy?” he repeated, his voice low and teasing. “Is that how we’re doin’ things now?”

You rolled your eyes, pointing your racket at him trying to remain serious, already feeling your face grow warmer. “Benny, don’t start.”

But Ben wasn’t backing down. He sauntered toward you, his grin spreading wider as he closed the distance between you. “Oh, I’m definitely starting. Honestly? I think I like it when you call me that.”

Your heart quickened as he moved closer, his presence as effortless and warm as it was overwhelming. Ben had always been cheeky, but this? This was something else, and the worst part was you liked it. You liked how easily he fell into his role, how willingly he listened, and how obedient he was when it was you guiding him.

“Ben,” you warned, trying to play it cool even though the heat rising in you was impossible to ignore. “We’re still practising.”

“Oh, I know,” he smiled, his voice dropping an octave, making your pulse race. “But you have to admit, I’ve been followin’ your instructions pretty well. Don’t you think?”

Your breath hitched slightly as he moved even closer, his body nearly pressing against yours, the net being your safe haven keeping your space, his eyes glinting with that familiar, playful intensity. “Maybe I should keep bein’ a good boy, hmm?”

It was that line, delivered with a perfectly raised brow, that sent a surge of heat right through you. You hadn’t meant to say it, it just slipped out, a reaction to how well he was following your guidance, but now you couldn’t take it back. And now Ben was fully leaning into the moment, clearly enjoying how flustered he was making you.

You tried to recover, taking a small step back to regain some distance.

“You’re… getting there,” you cleared your throat, attempting to steer things back to tennis, though the words came out shakier than you intended.

Ben wasn’t having it, though. “Getting there? Come on, coach, I thought I was doing great.” He reached out, his hand brushing lightly against your waist, pulling you back just a little closer. You couldn’t help but suck in a breath, your body betraying the calm front you were trying to keep.

“Am I being good now?” he asked, his voice low, filled with amusement but also something heavier, something deeper. His teasing had shifted slightly, still playful but now layered with affection, and it made your head spin.

You swallowed hard, struggling to keep your composure. “Ben, you-”

“I’m listening,” he cut in smoothly, his lips dangerously close to your ear now, his voice lilting in his drawled-out voice, oozing off his tongue like molasses. “Just like you wanted. Don’t I deserve a lil more praise, hm?”

Your stomach flipped, and you couldn’t help the rush of heat, the buzzing feeling that flooded through you. He was teasing, sure, but he was also right. He had been listening, and the way he responded to your guidance, so open, so eager to improve for you, was doing things to your heart you hadn’t anticipated.

“Okay,” you said quietly, trying to hide the tremor in your voice. “You’re doing real good, Ben.”

Ben smirked, pulling back just enough to catch your eye, and the way he looked at you, both playful and sincere, made you feel completely undone. He raised an eyebrow as he caught your eyes with his, holding your gaze, expecting a bit more.

“You're a good boy,” you added softly, almost as if you were under a spell.

His grin widened, and in that moment, it was clear that you had lost this round. Ben had flipped the dynamic entirely, and though you were supposed to be the one in charge, he was now calling the shots, and it was thrilling.

And in the comfortable quiet of the evening court, with the world fading around you, Ben leaned in and kissed you softly. It wasn’t rushed or heated, just a simple connection, an acknowledgement of the easy rhythm you’d both fallen into.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes sparkled with that same teasing glint.

"Thought you were in charge here, darlin'," he mumbled softly, his twang teasing as he stepped closer, his dark brown eyes gleaming in the dim light of the court. There was something about the way he said it, that lazy confidence mixed with an undercurrent of playfulness, that sent heat straight through you.

You bit your lip, fighting back the urge to give him a sharp retort. But the way he was looking at you, all calm and patient like he had all the time in the world to enjoy how flustered you were, made your pulse quicken, made you squirm under him. The man knew exactly what he was doing.

And then, without another word, Ben leaned in and placed his hand to rest gently at the back of your neck, his fingers slipping through your hair, and you couldn’t help but melt into his touch as you both stared into each other's eyes.

His thumb brushed over your cheek, his lips just barely curving up into a cheeky smile. “Still wanna keep goin', or you ready to call it?”

Your breath hitched, but you managed to keep your cool, meeting his gaze with a sly smile. “You’re getting cocky, Benny."

His grin widened, and his voice dropped, nice and smooth. "Can't help it when you’re lookin’ at me like that."

You rolled your eyes, playfully shoving him, though the warmth in your cheeks betrayed you. “Fine, we’ll call it. But don’t think this means I’m going easy on you next time.”

"Guess I'll have to look forward to that, then," he said, his voice lingering just enough to make you smile.

As you both gathered your things and left the court, the night air cool against your heated skin, there was a sense of ease between you. He reached over, lacing his fingers with yours as you walked, and even though the teasing had subsided, the intimacy of the moment lingered.

A few days later, the stakes were higher, the atmosphere much more intense. You and Ben had practised with Ajla and Matteo in the lead-up to this match, but the reality of the Open, the weight of it, the pressure, was different.

As you stood side by side with Ben, gazing out at the packed stadium, the noise of the crowd buzzing in your ears, you could feel the energy crackling around you. This wasn’t just any match, this was what you’d been working toward.

The first set was fast-paced and intense, Matteo’s brutal serves and Ajla’s precision giving you little room to breathe. You and Ben barely kept up though while moving in sync, feeding off each other’s energy as you fought to stay in control.

When the set finally ended, narrowly in your favour, you both collapsed onto the bench, your breaths coming hard and fast. Ben leaned forward, elbows on his knees, staring out at the court with that familiar, intense focus with a gel pack in his mouth you’d seen so many times before.

His brown eyes were dark, locked onto the lines of the court like he was reading every inch of it. He wasn’t the playful, adoring Ben right now. This was the side of him you admired most, the one who studied the game like it was an art form, completely absorbed in every detail, every strategy.

The sharp angles of his face were even more pronounced as he heaved, sweat glistening along his jawline as his gaze stayed locked forward. It was that quiet intensity, the way he seemed to block out everything but the game, that made him so magnetic out here. He was in his element, and it was captivating.

You wiped the sweat from your forehead, still catching your breath as you watched him. He didn’t speak at first, keeping that unwavering focus on the court, his breathing steadying. You knew better than to interrupt when he got like this when that competitive side of him came out, Ben was locked in.

But after a moment, you leaned over, your shoulder brushing his, and gave him a soft nudge. “Hey.”

His eyes flicked to yours, and just like that, the tension melted a little. He smiled, soft and small, and you could see a flicker of the playful Ben you knew so well underneath all that intensity.

“You’re playing smart, Ben. Matteo’s a powerhouse, but you’ve been nailing those returns. Keep pushing him wide, make him work for it.”

He exhaled, nodding as your words sank in. "Yeah, you’re right." His voice low and a bit raspy from the heat of the match.

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his hand brush against yours on the bench. “We’ve got this, okay? Just stay in the rhythm. I’m right here with you.”

He turned to look at you fully, and there it was, that gaze, the one that made your heart race every time. Dark brown eyes locked on yours, filled with trust and something deeper. “I know," he said softly, his voice carrying the weight of the moment. "Ain’t no one else I’d rather be out here with.”

Before you could respond, the whistle blew, signalling the start of the second set. Ben stood first, turning to offer you his hand, and you took it without hesitation. There was a strength in his grip that steadied you, and as you walked back onto the court together, you felt that connection between you grow stronger.

The second set was even tougher and rallies longer, each point feeling like a battle. Matteo’s serves were punishing, and Ajla was relentless, but you and Ben had found your groove. He followed your lead, trusting your instincts, and every return, every volley, felt sharper than before.

And when Ben sent a sharp forehand just past Matteo’s reach to seal the match, the roar of the crowd was deafening.

You spun around, immediately finding Ben, and before you could say a word, he was there, lifting you off your feet in a tight hug, spinning you once before setting you down gently. His eyes, still sparkling with that competitive edge, softened as he looked at you, pride radiating from every inch of him.

“You did it!” you squealed, breathless from both the match and the rush of it all.

“We did it, babe” he replied, his accent thicker now, the exhaustion and adrenaline mixing in his voice. His sweet eyes held yours for a beat longer before he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.

The crowd’s cheers only seemed to fade as you kissed him back, your hands resting against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. It wasn’t about the victory, not really. It was about everything that had led up to this. The trust, the hard work, the way you two moved together.

When he finally pulled back, his voice was teasing. “Guess that means you’re the gonna be coaching me after all this, huh?”

You laughed, your heart swelling with affection as you pushed at his chest lightly. “Don’t hold onto that just yet, Benny.”

He grinned, that familiar playful glint back in his eyes as he laced his fingers with yours. “Too late for that.”

As you both walked off the court, hand in hand, the crowd still roaring around you, you knew that whatever came next, whether it was another match or another late-night training session, you’d face it together. And that was the real win.

[gudfornuthin]

The Baker and the Ballerina

Chapter fourteen

Pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader (au)

Summary: An abrupt wake up call, a baking nightmare, and the moment we’ve all been waiting for

Work count: 3.3k

Series warnings: slow burn, cliché tropes, mentions of PTSD, mentions of abusive relationships, (eventual) smut, violence

A/N: We're here! It's only taken fourteen chapters but we're finally here lol. I'm honestly so proud of this chapter, it's definitely my favourite so far. Hope you all enjoy, and feedback is appreciated :)

The sun peaks through the slightly ajar curtains, cascading a soft glow over the two bodies intertwined under the bed sheets. At some point during the night, Y/N subconsciously drew herself closer to Frank some point during the night, her head now resting on his chest with her arm and leg thrown over his body. One of Frank's hands spread across her waist as the other lays over the leg hiked around his middle.

Their poses are almost too perfect, as if set up for a cheesy Calvin Clein photoshoot. The pair breath in a rhythmic pattern, completely dead to the world. That is until the banging at the door wakes them up.

They both jolt awake, and before either of them have time to react to their tangled state, a voice yells from the other side of the door.

"Frank! There better be a good reason for why you're not down in the bakery right now, like maybe you're dead or somethin'," it's David, sounding less than pleased. "Whatever, either way there's a line forming outside, and we have nothing to sell. There's nothing prepped! The one time I have a late start and you're a no show."

Frank glances at the clock on his bedside table, the time reading 10:30am. That's a good five hours of wasted time he should've been using to start making and baking orders.

David continues talking. "So l'm gonna say this as politely as I can. Get your ass downstairs and help me, so we don't lose out on a day's income."

Frank swears under his breath, throwing the covers off his body and practically leaping out of the bed. He rips off his top and pants, seemingly forgetting about the person currently watching him run around the room in only his underwear. No time to dwell, as he grabs the first pieces of clothing he can get a hold of from his closet.

"Sorry about all this," Frank says to Y/N, as he struggles to get the shirt over his head. "I gotta get down there and help David. Before he blows up on one of the customers."

She watches him grab an almost empty can of body spray, using what little is left in there, and trying to flatten his bed hair as best as he can.

As he's turned away from her to look in the mirror, she sees the label on the back of his shirt on full display.

"Uh, Frank?" she says, as he turns around to face her.

Y/N is unsure what comes over her, perhaps due to her still sleepy state, or how close they were before the sudden wake up call. But she doesn't say anything else, slowly moving to kneel at the end of the bed where Frank stands and grabbing the bottom of his shirt. He freezes, as if in a trance, while she pulls it up to expose his stomach. He doesn't stop her from doing so. He's confused to say the least, but not opposed to what was happening. Her palms brush against his toned chest and neck, until eventually he's shirtless. Frank looks down at her, unsure of whether to make the next move.

Y/N takes the shirt in her hand and fixes the problem, smiling sheepishly at him, only now aware of how suggestion what she just did was. "It was inside out. Didn't want David to tease you about it."

Frank clears his throat. "Yeah, thanks," he might've avoided getting teased for having his shirt on inside out, but now David has a better reason, as Frank knows he won't be able to hide how flushed he suddenly feels.

He takes the shirt and puts it on the right way, moving back from how close he was to her. Now running even later, and preparing for a definite earful from David, Frank rushes out the room, calling to her over his shoulder.

"There's coffee and cereal, maybe some eggs but I can't remember the last time I went shopping. Help yourself to anything!"

As his final words ring out through the apartment, the door closes behind him and Y/N is left alone. She looks around the room, unsure what to do with herself. Possibly make some breakfast. Maybe go across the street and check the studio. Or practice ballet. But as she looks out the window and sees the line formed outside the bakery getting longer by the minute, she knows what she needs to do.

Moving over to her yet to be unpacked suitcase, she grabs some clothes she doesn't mind getting covered in flour and throws them on, checking herself briefly in the mirror and rushing out the front door.

Y/N walks into the kitchen, the chaos already presenting itself to her.

Although it's only Frank and David running the place, it feels cramped and loud as they move about, the counters full of ingredients and bakes yet to be finished.

"Mind your back, twinkle toes," David says to her, as she moves out the way so he can squeeze past.

"That better not stick," she jests, referring to the nickname he just gave her.

David smiles. "Now I know you don't like it? It's definitely sticking."

Frank walks over to her, a tray of croissants in his hand. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I just thought you guys could use some extra help down here," she replies.

He waves her off, although she can see the stress weighing on him. "I couldn't ask you to do that, it's fine."

She shakes her head. "No, I wanna help. I know I'm not a baker, but if there's anything I can do to just lighten the load."

Frank doesn't say anything, so David pipes up for him. "You think you could handle customers out front?"

Y/N looks at him and nods. "Sure. I worked at a coffee shop a few years back, you can imagine the crap I put up with at 6am every morning."

"Perfect, she can deal with that, and we'll finish off back here," David claps his hands once, getting back to work.

Frank is still unsure, his brows furrowed. "I don't want you to feel obliged."

She crosses her arms over her chest. "I know, but I promise it's fine. I mean, it is kinda my fault you woke up so late."

As her words sink in, the pair of them feel David's eyes resting on their figures. They turn and see the smirk he's not even trying to hide on his face.

Frank rolls his eyes. "Alright jackass, that's not what she meant-"

"Oh, I know exactly what she meant," David laughs.

Before they can get into an argument over the implications behind what she said, Y/N interrupts. "We don't have time for this. Both of you carry on with whatever you've been doing, l'll go out and deal with the mob of customers. Kay?"

They both nod, mumbling under their breaths and getting back to their assigned posts. Y/N takes a deep breath, and leaves the kitchen, ready for a busy day ahead.

- - -

It's 3pm, and while the bakery is still busy, the trio has it far more under control. Frank stays in the back, making dozens of different batches of croissants, muffins and breads, while David goes back and forth, taking out the fresh bakes and displaying them for the customers to buy. Y/N deals with the customers, packing orders and making drinks. It's perfect, and she could see herself doing this if the ballet studio ever went to shit.

As she has her head ducked, sorting through the cash register, someone clears their throat from across the counter.

"You a new hire?"

She looks up and freezes, coming face to face with Frank's father.

She wrings her hands together. "Um, no. I'm a friend of Frank and David, and just helping them out today."

The man huffs. "Is it that hard to run a bakery? They gotta call in an extra pair of hands."

Y/N bites her tongue, trying not to let his words get to her. Don't fight back, don't make things worse, for Frank's sake.

He continues talking. "Whatever, is Francis around? I need to speak with him."

It sounded weird to her, hearing Frank being called by his full name, clear that his relationship with his father is more professional than personal. Whatever he needs to talk to him about can't be good.

"Yeah. Francis," it felt wrong calling him that. "is in the back. I'll go get him for you."

She waits a beat, wondering if he'll say anything else. When he doesn't, she nods awkwardly and goes into the kitchen. There she sees David, busy rolling out a sheet of uncooked pastry. And Frank, looking more content than he usually does. She hates to be the one to ruin that for him.

"Hey, Frank?" he looks over at her. "Your dad's here. Says he needs to talk to you."

She sees his shoulders tense, as he stops what he's doing and walks over to her. "Can you finish mixing that for me?" He points back at the bowl he was just standing over.

"Sure," she mumbles, as he moves past her and walks out the kitchen.

She goes over to the bowl and does what he says, glancing to the door every so often in hopes Frank will walk back in as if nothing happened.

"20 bucks says it turns into a screaming match," David says from behind her.

"I'm not betting on Frank's problems with his dad," she replies. "Besides, we already know that's how their conversations turn out."

Unfortunately, David is right, as only a few minutes later they both hear raised voices out front.

Y/N looks over at David and he just shrugs. "Good luck. Last time I got in between them the only thing I had to show for it was a busted lip."

She rolls her eyes and goes out to try and resolve whatever was going on.

She opens the door to find Frank and his father toe to toe, faces full of fury. The rest of the bakery have gone silent, watching on as the two men go at each other.

"All l'm asking is for you to not be so selfish and come with me to visit your cousin!" the older man yells, throwing his arms up like a small child.

Frank rests his hands on his hips. "I barely know the guy; I haven't seen him in over ten years!"

"And whose fault is that, huh?"

Frank breathes deep, his face getting redder the longer he keeps the conversation going.

His father continues aggravating him. "Why're you making such a fuss? Why don't you wanna go, really?"

"Why do you want to go?" Frank argues back. "The second you find out my cousin's opened his own bar and you're planning a trip across the country to congratulate him. But when I opened the bakery?Nothing."

"It's different," his father says, not as loud as before.

"How?" Frank pries. "How is his bar any different to my bakery?"

"Because this isn't a real job!" his father snaps, voice rising. "This is just some glorified hobby that you chose over being a Marine. Over being a real man."

Frank just stares at his father, his chest rising and falling like he just ran a marathon. Y/N looks at him, horrified at the harsh words he had to endure from a man who should love him unconditionally. She feels like crying for him.

The older man huffs. "Listen, Francis-"

He doesn't get to say anything else as Frank is quick to interrupt. "Don't call me that."

"But-"

Again, Frank stops him. "Don't fucking call me that."

For a moment, Y/N believes he's about to throw a punch at his father, but instead he takes a step back and turns, storming out of Bakehouse 31. She moves around the counter, watching Frank go round the corner and disappear from sight. Her sadness turns to anger, as she turns to face his father. He looks back at her, slightly shocked at the mad expression on her face.

"How dare you say that shit to him," she doesn't raise her voice, but her tone could scare the bravest of men. "Franks worked damn hard to get where he is now, and you're gonna make him feel like none of it was worth it?"

"Listen, miss-"

Now it's her turn to interrupt him. "NO, you've done enough talking. Frank is more of a man than you'll ever be and if you keep on pushing your insensitive, bullshit thoughts onto him, then you're not gonna have a son much longer."

They glare at each other, Y/N's much more intense than his. She feels hot, the rage inside making her sweat. She looks away briefly, spotting David now watching from the other side of the counter. His expression can only be describes as one of pride, as he nods, as if to say that he agrees with everything she just said. He then gestures with his head towards the door, telling her to go after Frank. She has one last look at Frank's dad, then turns and leaves the bakery.

It takes her about half an hour to find Frank, running around the area like a woman gone mad. She walks through a nearby park, seeing him sitting on one of the benches and looking across the small pond in front of him. She slowly goes over to him, sitting down without saying a word. Frank's eyes are red, and his cheeks are still stained with tears.

She gently rests her hand on top of his. Something gold catches in her peripheral, as she cranes her head to look in between her and Frank. A small plaque is imbedded into the back of the bench, words engraved into it.

For Louisa Castiglione

A loving Mother and Wife

"The perfect place to watch the world go by"

"This was her favourite spot to get away from everything," Frank speaks up, his voice low. "I dedicated this bench to her. Scattered the ashes here. So if things got too much, I knew she'd be in this exact spot waiting for me."

Y/N looks at the plaque again. "Castiglione?"

Frank hums. "Our actual last name. They changed it when I was a kid. But I still used it for a while, until I joined the Marines."

They sit there in silence, lacing their fingers together and squeezing tight. They watch the water glisten under the Sun's rays, a soft breeze swaying the trees left and right as their orange and red leaves try to break free.

"I can understand why your mom loved this spot," Y/N says quietly. "It's beautiful."

She doesn't even realise until after she's spoken that Frank has tears in his eyes once more. She takes her other hand and rubs it up and down his arm, trying to provide as much comfort as she possibly can.

"I miss her so much," Frank whispers. "Wish she was still here. Maybe things would be different; better."

He rubs his eyes, trying to steady his breathing but finding it difficult. "Maybe my dad's right," this makes Y/N look at him with confusion. "Maybe I've been kidding myself with the whole bakery thing. My life started in the Marines, makes sense for it to end there too."

"No, absolutely not," she lets go of his hand and turns to face him properly. "You may be right about most things but you're completely off about this. Yes, the Marines is a part of your life, but it's not anymore."

He looks deeply into her eyes as she carries on. "Bakehouse 31 is not a damn ‘glorified hobby’. It's years of your blood, sweat and tears forming into something so many people love. Something that your mom would've loved."

Frank sniffs. "Yeah, but my dad-"

"Screw him," she scoffs. "If he can't see how much this means to you, then he's not worth it."

He nods and begins to stand up, Y/N following him. They take one last look out across the water and start walking out of the park.

She remembers something she wanted to ask Frank. "Hope you don't mind me asking, but why’d you get so upset over your dad calling you Francis?"

He clears his throat. "That's what she used to call me. Everyone else, it was either Frank, or Frankie. But not her; it was always Francis. I can't bear to hear it come out of my dad's mouth."

She doesn't say anything else, only taking his hand once more and knocking their shoulders together. Frank smiles slightly.

They make their way back to the bakery, noticing it a lot quieter than it was an hour ago. The sign on the door is turned to say closed, as they open it and walk in. David is behind the counter, packing up any remaining bakes to save for tomorrow.

"The hell's going on?" Frank asks him.

David looks up, finally noticing them. "Closed up shop early. After the show you and your dad put on, I thought it'd be best to call it a day."

"We never close early-"

David stops him. "Come on, we sold out of most things, and you don't need any more stress. We'll start fresh tomorrow."

He walks towards the door, Frank patting him on the back. "Thanks, man."

"Yeah, yeah. I left all the cleaning up for you guys. You're welcome."

- - -

It's later in the evening, and Frank and Y/N are finishing cleaning down the kitchen and the counters in the front of the bakery. Most of the lights are off, apart from a few lamps set around the room next to the tables. An unusual choice, but Frank was told they make the place feel homier, and that's exactly what he wanted. They create a soft glow, warming the room more than it already is.

"Well, I'm ready to sleep for the next two days," Y/N says, wiping her forehead and leaning against the counter she just cleaned.

Frank hums in agreement, walking over to stand in front of her. "Right behind you. Thanks, by the way."

She smiles up at him. "For what?"

He shrugs. "For everything. Helping out today, talking me down from the ledge. Making me realise that what I'm doing is worth it."

She moves off the counter. "No reason to thank me. I'd happily do it all again."

She's hesitant at first, but eventually opens her arms and leans into Frank, as he does the same. They stay like that for a while, hugging each other as tight as they can, her arms around his shoulders and his around her waist. They pull back slightly, their faces impossibly close.

Before she has time to react, Frank leans in, the faintest touch of his lips against hers. It's so brief, as she doesn't reciprocate at first. He takes this as clear rejection, pulling back in embarrassment.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

His words are muffled by Y/N's lips pressing back against his, much harder this time. Her hands cup his face as his move up her back. He deepens the kiss, sucking on her bottom lip and eliciting a soft moan from her throat. She could roll her eyes at how typically cliché their actions are, but chooses not to, happy to just enjoy the moment. Two lovesick idiots, no longer scared to show how they truly feel about the other. Alone in a romantic embrace, as if they're the only two people in the world.

Unfortunately, they remain unaware to the person watching them from across the street.

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