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gothgoblinbabe · 1 month ago

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Sweet Escape (L.H.)

(Logan Howlett)

Haiiiii mommas here to feed yall....X-men 2000 era Logan my beloved

Idk I’m a sucker for the savior/jealous bf trope. I use it all the time ,I’m sorry this is kinda that because MY MAN WOULD FIGHT FOR ME!! For all of us tbh. you may not need a man to save you but if he's the man? rapunzel in the tower baby, come get me

Summary: A first date doesn't go as expected and Logans here to help

Warnings: SMUT 18+ // fem reader, swearing, cringe flirting, Logan’s a little more playful in this one, lowkey “knight in shining armor saves me” bs but stick w me, making out, oral (fem receiving)

Word count: 10K

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You were looking at your phone screen. The short line of text kept repeating in your mind over and over again.

‘Hey, I’ll pick u up at 8. Wear smthn nice.’

It was a guy you’d met through a mutual friend. You thought he was cute and your friend passed on your number. After a couple days of small talk, he finally invited you on a date. You still didn’t know too much about him, other than the fact that you found him attractive. Truthfully, the whole reason you gave out your number in the first place was because if you wanted to get over your ridiculously massive crush on your best friend, you had to meet someone new. You weren’t even sure if you could call it a crush anymore - you were in love with him, but there was no way in hell he saw you like that. Logan was much too preoccupied with other things. He’d mentioned many times before that he wasn’t looking to be with anybody, and that obviously included you. Still, you stared too long when he wasn’t looking, borrowed his sweatshirts and flannels and thought about him all the time. If it was only a crush, it was the most intense and soul-crushing one you’d ever had. You often tried to dull the pain of knowing he didn’t want you by telling yourself someone else would - except you really didn’t want anyone else. You wanted him to be the only guy to hold your hand, kiss you sweetly, to be who you woke up to in the morning. You only wanted him.

As fate would have it, of course, he had to pop up in the kitchen where you were staring at your phone as you sat at the kitchen island. He was in his usual jeans and white tank, always ridiculously well fitting.

“Hey.”

Logan’s voice startled you and you looked up, snapping your phone shut and practically tossing it onto the counter.

“Hi.”

He quirked an eyebrow and nodded towards the counter that your phone was on.

“Somethin’ I’m not supposed to see?”

Did you want him to see? He was one of your closest friends, and friends shared that kind of stuff, right? The idea of telling him you had a date felt weird. Unfortunately for you, he could always read you like an open book, anyway.

“What, did you get a lil’ boyfriend or somethin’?” he snorted while he looked through the fridge, his back turned to you. Something about his teasing tone irked you and you could feel your face getting warm.

“Not technically,” you began to speak and he immediately turned around. His eyebrows were furrowed and he looked concerned.

“Wait, that was a joke - do you really?”

You were surprised that he even seemed to care. You figured chit chat about dating was something he’d tell you to save for your ‘girlfriends’, but he seemed completely invested.

“Again, technically, no -“

“C’mon, there’s no ‘technically’, princess,” he reminded you and your stomach felt funny when you heard the nickname.

“I’m going on a date next week,” you finally managed to say. You waited for him to start the relentless teasing, but it never came. His voice was flat and his face expressionless.

“Who is he?”

“Uh,” you paused for a second, curious about his uncharacteristic behavior, “I met him through a friend, I gave him my number.”

He leaned across from you with his arms on the counter.

“So,” he took a sip of the soda he found in the back of the fridge, “you gave him your number?”

“Yes?”

You were lost on why he was interrogating you.

“You like him?”

“Well, I thought he was cute,” you shrugged, “what’s with all the questions?”

He mirrored the action.

“Just wanna be sure you’re safe, is all.”

You felt like you couldn’t breathe when he said that. You weren’t really sure why.

“I can take care of myself, you know,” you reminded him and he nodded with a small smile.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t worry about you.”

You felt it again, like the weight of the world crushing your sternum.

“I know. I’ll be safe,” you told him and he nodded.

“So, where’s he takin’ you?”

“Good question,” you pursed your lips, “he didn’t say, just that he was picking me up at eight.”

“Hm,” Logan narrowed his eyes, “I don’t like that.”

“What? Why?” you laughed.

“I don’t know - did he even ask you what you like? Where you might want to go? This dude could be taking you to an empty parking lot, for all you know.”

You considered his words for a moment, acknowledging they did hold some truth.

“True. And I don’t know, I figured we’d talk about that stuff over dinner. But really, I’ll be fine - you don’t have to worry about me.”

“Alright,” he sighed, “but you’ll call me if you need me to come pick you up, right?”

“Yes, Logan,” you couldn’t help smiling. The poor schmuck you were meeting certainly had big shoes to fill.

You had an art class to teach the next day with some of the older kids. The semester’s topic was still life and portraits - drawing someone or something from life as realistically as possible. Everyone got to choose whether they wanted to draw an object or a classmate.

It was the first day of the new semester, meaning today was mostly just going to be going over what defined the two and showing examples.

You’d gotten through the first half - still life - and you flipped to a blank page to start the portrait section when you heard the classroom door open and close behind you.

Logan was standing in the doorway with his hands in his jacket pockets. The classroom erupted in an overlapping chorus of ‘hello’s’.

“Hey, you mind if I sit in? I wanna know more about drawing, uh…” Logan squinted and leaned forward a bit to read the white board behind you, “portraits.”

“Sure,” you laughed nervously, “you can take a seat in the back, if you want.”

You tried to return to teaching but paused for a minute, having lost everything you wanted to say the second he walked in.

“Uh, so,” you began, trying your best to pretend Logan wasn’t on a stool in the back with his eyes glued to you, “portraits are pretty self explanatory - you’re drawing someone’s face. Does anyone want to come up here to be an example?”

Logan was the only one to raise his hand.

“Do any students want to come up to be an example?” you smiled.

Still, no one. You sighed in defeat, knowing you were about to be an anxious mess if you had to talk and stare at him at the same time. You knew it would at least be an easy demonstration, though. You’d die before telling him, but you often doodled pictures of him in the margins of scrap paperwork and in the sketchbook you carried with you. You’d memorized every feature of his face by now that you could probably draw him with your eyes closed.

“Alright, Logan,” you chuckled and waved him over. You had him sit on a stool in front of you and told him to keep still.

“What happens if I don’t?”

“You’re gonna have uneven mutton chops,” you laughed a little and some of the kids followed suit.

He tried his best to stand up straight and you started to loosely sketch his face.

“So,” you spoke slowly as you drew, “you start with loose shapes - round head, oval eyes, the general shape of the nose - so you know where the features are.”

“Do I really have a round head?” Logan raised an eyebrow.

“Only when your ego inflates it,” you joked, earning a few laughs from the kids.

He rolled his eyes.

You continued explaining the basics and found yourself stuttering and pausing much more than you usually do. It was like his stare was burning holes through you - he followed every movement you made. Even while you were nervous, it still didn’t take you long to make a basic outline of his face that looked almost exactly like him. Practice does make perfect, after all.

“That was fast,” one of the girls in front said, “do you always draw portraits that fast? I don’t think I could do that in fifteen minutes.”

“Oh, uh, no,” you looked between Logan and the paper on the easel in front of you, “I just - you know, I look at Logan all the time, I know what he looks like.”

A smile crept onto his face and you realized how that may have sounded.

“Not like I stare at him or anything, I just mean - I mean we’re friends, we work together,” you cleared your throat, “so of course I see him all the time.”

Your face was practically on fire and a couple of the kids in the back were snickering.

“Okay, anyway,” you tried your best to move on, “take as long as you need, you don’t want to rush your work. Just get the basic shapes down, and when you think you’re done with that, let me know so I can let you move on to the next step.”

The kids got to work and chatted amongst themselves, some moving their chairs around to draw each other. You looked back at your drawing and to Logan again.

“Are you gonna show me?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Fine,” you sighed, “but it’s not finished, I could do a much better job with more time and if I had-“

“Shh,” he chuckled, “lemme see.”

He hopped off the stool and eagerly came around to stand next to you.

“Holy shit,” he said under his breath with a short laugh, “that’s me!”

“Who else did you think I was drawing?” you joked.

“That’s crazy, it’s like looking in a mirror,” he bent down a little to get a closer look.

“Eh,” you shrugged, “I don’t think it’s as good as I could’ve done.”

“Can I keep it?”

You looked at him with wide eyes, gesturing to the paper.

“You want it?”

“Yeah, It’s awesome,” he couldn’t look away from the drawing, “I’ll pay you for it, if you-“

“No, no,” you waved your hand dismissively, “it’s yours.”

You tore the page at the top and held it out for him to take, but he snatched a pencil from the easel instead.

“Sign it?”

You were smiling so wide that your cheeks hurt.

“Sign it? Logan, what am I, a celebrity?”

“You probably will be if you keep making stuff like that.”

You bit the inside of your cheek and sighed, taking the pencil from his hand and signing your name and the date at the bottom. You paused and stared at the signature, realizing it needed something. You scribbled a small heart next to your name and handed it back.

He took it from your hands and looked it over again.

“A heart, huh?” he grinned, “I don’t think your little boyfriend is gonna like that.”

You rolled your eyes and pretended to be unfazed by his remark.

“Are you done disrupting my class?” you joked.

“Yes, Picasso,” he smiled and waved the paper in his hands, “thank you.”

You nodded and watched him walk out of the room. The rest of the class was a breeze, though you couldn’t shake the excitement of knowing he liked what you drew so much that he wanted to keep it.

Only a day or two later, you were in the library, leaned over your sketchbook and a book of anatomy references, both wide open. You had one pencil in your hand, another behind your ear and an extra one on the table beside you - just in case. The afternoon rain was pelting the outside of the building, echoing the pitter-patter of the drops hitting the ceiling and windows. It was probably a little after classes had finished for the day - maybe three or four o’clock - yet, the overcast sky depriving the day of sunlight made it feel much later. The library was mostly empty, save for a few stray students scattered in the large area, and for that, you were thankful. You loved your students, all the students, really, but it was a gift to be able to work in peace. You could’ve worked in your room, sure, but staying there every time you needed to draw or paint would mean you’d be in there for a lifetime.

“Whatcha’ workin’ on?”

You were startled by Logan’s voice, comically sending the pencil in your hand flying when you jolted.

“Jesus, fuck,” you sighed and placed a hand over your heart.

“Sorry, didn’t realize you were so locked in on that,” he nodded towards the books and leaned across the table, turning the anatomy book to face him.

“I just need more practice,” you explained, picking up the other pencil from the table - this was what the extras were for, anyway - and using it as a pointer on the pages of the book, “I can’t get any of this right for the life of me.”

He squinted, picking up the book to hold it closer to his face. He flipped through page after page until he stopped, muffling a laugh. He was looking between you and the open book, nearly red faced from holding in his laughter.

“What’s so funny?” you whispered rather loudly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Nothin’, nothin’,” he replied after taking a moment to catch his breath, “I guess I just didn’t realize you were practically that kind of anatomy.”

You picked up on his hint and rolled your eyes. You reached up and pulled the book from his hands, flipping back to the page you were on before.

“You’re an adult, Logan - an old one, I might add - you can’t handle seeing a drawing of a penis? Besides, that’s not even what I’m practicing.”

“Hm,” he hummed, leaning on the table with his hands. He blinked at the sketchbook in front of you and another amused grin spread across his face.

“So, is that the kinda stuff you draw in that little book of yours?” he asked.

You looked up at him with a nearly blank expression, eyebrows raised.

“What, dicks? You think I spend my free time drawing dicks?”

Even in a harsh whisper, your voice undoubtedly echoed farther than you intended.

“Maybe,” Logan shrugged, “I always heard quiet people were supposed to be freaky.”

“Freaky?”

“Freaky.”

“Logan,” you rubbed your eyes and rested your face in your hands for a moment, “did you need something? I’m trying to figure this out and you’re not helping.”

“Ah, fine,” he reluctantly pushed himself from the table, “one more thing, though.”

Before you could even react, he reached over in the blink of an eye and snatched your sketchbook from in front of you. You gasped and jumped out of your chair to grab it from his hands, but he started to back away as he flipped through page after page. Your face began to burn.

“You’ve totally got at least one in here,” he joked, holding it far above your head. You were reaching up in a desperate attempt to grab it. If he saw those drawings you’d made of him, you might as well have just dropped dead on the spot.

“Logan, please, just - there’s some kind of private stuff in-“

He stopped abruptly on a particular page, the amused smile fading from his face ever so slightly. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion and your stomach turned.

“This…” he paused, turning the book around to face you, “is this me?”

Oh, god. You didn’t drop dead like you thought you would. It sure felt like it, though, when your hands started to feel a little numb.

The two pages were crowded with doodles in ballpoint pen, small portraits and silly cartoons of the shit he did to piss you off.

“It, uh…” you hesitated, “yeah.”

You didn’t have any option but to be honest - you’re a terrible liar and it was so obvious they were of Logan. They were like photographs, small moments you’d captured in your mind and tried to recreate on paper later. You knew there was one far into the book of him sitting in the glow of the setting sun, a wide smile on his face that you rarely ever saw. You’d told a joke or said something stupid, did something to make him laugh, and the image was burned into your brain.

You hoped he wouldn’t flip through the book any further.

The library had already been silent, but the silence between the two of you standing in the enormous and practically empty room was different. It was awkward, maybe a little tense - you really weren’t sure. One thing you were sure of, however, was that you wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

“I just - I - well, I think you’ve..got a nice face,” you shrugged in an attempt to play casual, “that’s all.”

“Mm, so you think I’m cute?” he quirked an eyebrow, flashing a small smile. It brought you relief to see it again. He didn’t seem to be nearly as creeped out as you thought he might’ve been.

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes, “you’ve just got distinctive features, you’re fun to draw.”

“Yeah?” he held out the book and you quickly took it back, “what’s that mean - what are my features?”

“The hair,” you answered instantly, pointing for emphasis, “the mutton chops. The eyes.”

“My eyes?”

“Uh-huh,” you finally returned to your original seat and attempted to return to your work. With your hands and mind so hyper focused, you didn’t think much of what you were saying, letting out whatever came to mind with little realization.

“What about ‘em?”

“Pretty,” you said simply with your head still down, “green and brown, they kinda glow in the sun.”

If you’d looked up at him, you would’ve seen the wide smile spread across his face, the kind of smile so genuine that it bared most of his teeth.

“Do they? I guess I never noticed,” he said softly, staring down at you.

When you finally processed his response and tone, you paused, backtracking in your mind to what you had just said. You looked up from your book and held eye contact for only a second before he looked away.

“Hey, I’ve got a meeting with Charles and I don’t wanna be late again,” he nodded towards the door, “I’ve already used you as an excuse, he won’t buy it a second time.”

“I’m surprised he bought it the first time. What did you tell him?”

He shrugged, backing away and towards the door.

“I don’t know, I might’ve told him you were teaching me to draw dicks or somethin’.

“Fuck you,” you mouthed as he became further, a smile stuck on your face. When he finally turned and left, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

The day of your date approached fast. Rotating through outfit after outfit, it was an hour till eight o’clock and you still were stuck on what to wear. Jean and Ororo weren’t around tonight, but Logan happened to be home. It was a little odd to ask him for help with an outfit and you knew it, but nerves would always get the best of you. Even through whatever weird feelings you had for him, he was still your close friend, someone who’d been there for you countless times before.

You picked up your phone and pressed the button for his contact. It only rang a few times before he picked up.

“Aren’t you home?” he asked immediately.

“Yes,” you laughed a little, “but I don’t feel like walking all the way down to your room when I’m half dressed.”

That came out wrong.

“Uh, I just - I need your advice on an outfit,” you continued, “I am dressed, for clarification.”

You heard him chuckle on the other end.

“Is tonight your big date?”

“It’s not a big date - just a date.”

“You want me to come to your room?”

“Please?”

It felt a little funny to ask but he agreed anyway, to your surprise.

He was knocking on your door minutes later and you went over to open it, half clothed in a pair of dress pants and an undershirt.

“Hi,” he greeted, eyes instantly dropping to your outfit.

“A little plain for a date, don’t you think? And shouldn’t you wear shoes?”

“Funny,” you scoffed playfully, “listen, I’ve got a couple options, okay? Sit.”

He sat at the edge of your bed as you rummaged through your closet.

“Shouldn’t Jean or ‘roro help you with this?” he asked.

“Yeah, but they’re not here,” you answered while picking out a blouse, “so you’re my gal-pal for the moment. So, what about this?”

You turned and held up the blouse on the hanger. He narrowed his eyes and shook his head.

“Too green.”

“Okay,” you huffed, pulling out another one, “how about this one?”

“Too purple,” he answered immediately.

You put your fists on your hips while still holding a hanger in each.

“Alright, are you gonna do this with everything I pull out?”

“Maybe,” he smiled, “ya got any dresses?”

“Should I wear a dress?”

You hung the shirts back up and continued flipping through garments.

“What about the little black one with the nice lace thing on the front?”

You were glad you were facing the closet because you were smiling so hard that it hurt. He’d seen you in that dress maybe once or twice but he seemed to remember it well, and that’s what made you giddy. You took the familiar garment from the closet and held it up to your body, turning around to face him.

“This one?”

“Mhm.”

“Why this one?” you smirked a bit, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Looks nice on you,” he answered simply and you couldn’t help biting the inside of your cheek. How badly you wished this date was with him. You were aware of how odd this was, asking the guy you were kind of in love with to help you pick out an outfit for a date with someone else, but you could never really stay away from him.

You thanked him and he nodded, standing up to leave.

“One more tiny favor?” you asked sheepishly in an attempt to stop him from leaving.

“Mhm?”

“Stay while I try it on? I wanna know if it looks like it fits right, it’s been awhile since I’ve worn it. It’ll only take a minute, I swear,” you looked at him with pleading eyes, the warm light of your bedroom reflecting in them.

“Sure,” he shrugged and sat back down where he had been before, waiting while you slipped into the bathroom.

When you stepped out, barefoot in the little black dress, you really wished you had a camera in hand to capture Logan’s face.

He took a long sigh and you almost thought you saw him trail his eyes up and down your figure. He was scratching the hair on his jaw in an unconscious habit, something you knew he did when he was deep in thought.

“Looks okay?” you asked innocently, self consciously messing with the tight fabric around your middle, “it’s much tighter than it was a few years ago.”

“Looks, uh- it looks like it fits,” his cleared his throat and nodded, finally looking up from your body to your face.

“Yeah?”

You turned around and looked over your shoulder, awaiting his affirmation to wether or not the dress looked right. You bit down an amused grin when you realized his eyes were practically glued to your ass. He was leaning back on his elbows, staring while he seemed to be gnawing at the inside of his cheek. After a second or two under his burning stare, feeling warm and confident, you couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped you.

“Logan?”

He looked like he’d been snapped out of an altered state, blinking his eyes a few times before looking into yours.

“Hm?”

“The back looks okay?”

“It looks- yeah,” he cleared his throat, “looks alright.”

You thanked him and he took a breath to speak again.

“Oh, by the way,” he started, standing from his spot on your bed and walking to the door, “don’t forget what I said before - call me if you need me, okay?”

You nodded and watched him close the door behind him. You ended up being extremely thankful for his offer.

When you’d been told to ‘wear something nice’ you would not have assumed that meant you would be at some dive bar on the edge of town. Your ‘date’ was plastered after about an hour and a half, drunkenly rambling with other patrons and yelling at the TV that displayed the current football game. He even sat with another woman at the bar - you figured he was so drunk that he’d forgotten you were even there. You would have already left, had he not been the one who drove you here. This had to be a date from Hell.

Reluctantly, you pulled out your cell phone and slipped into the ladies room to call Logan when you decided you had enough. So much for dating to forget him - you were quite literally leaving your date to be with him, though it was arguably deserved. You’d handed the bartender a twenty dollar bill to find the guy a ride home, anyway.

You dialed Logan’s number and expected to wait, but he picked up on the second ring, speaking before you even said hello.

“Are you okay?”

You smiled to yourself.

“Yes, Logan, I’m okay. I was just gonna ask if you would mind picking me up. This date may be the worst one I’ve ever been on.”

“Did he do somethin’ to you?”

“No, no - he’s just wasted, hasn’t talked to me in the past forty five minutes and is sitting with another girl at the bar. Not my picture perfect idea of a night out, if I’m being honest.”

“Where are you? I’ll come getcha, honey.”

You hated how the nickname made your stomach feel twisted. You repeated the name of the bar and he sounded like he was going to pop a blood vessel.

“He took you there!? For a first date? That place is always crawling with creeps.”

“Thanks for the comfort, Lo.”

“What a dick,” he grumbled into the other end of the line, “don’t worry, I’ll be there in fifteen.”

“Thank you,” you sighed in relief, “I owe you.”

“No, you don’t,” he insisted, “you know I’ll always be wherever you need me.”

“Let me know when you’re here, I’ll come out.”

“Alright, I’ll see you soon.”

With that, you snapped the phone shut and went back out to sulk at your table. You weren’t too disappointed about losing the guy himself - he wasn’t anyone interesting - but more with the fact that this was supposed to be your fun night out and it was definitely the opposite.

After about only ten minutes of sitting down, a guy you didn’t recognize sat across from you. He wasn’t too bad looking - expensive jacket, nice hair - but nothing to make a fuss about.

“You here alone?”

That’s never a question you want to be asked in this place.

“Uh, no, my date is at the bar,” you motioned vaguely in his direction.

“And not with the pretty thing he came with, huh?”

Oh, no.

You sighed and crossed your arms.

“The ‘pretty thing’ called for a ride home. I’m leaving.”

“Aw, and miss out on all the fun?” he leaned forward on his elbows and you sat back, “you can always find another guy in here to take you home.”

“Yeah,” you scoffed, “not happening.”

“Not even if I buy you a drink?”

“No chance in hell.”

He clicked his tongue and shook his head, taking a cigarette from his pocket and holding it between his lips.

“No need to have an attitude, baby, I’m just talkin’ with you.”

You had to stop yourself from cringing.

“I’m not in the mood to talk.”

He smiled and lit his cigarette.

“Yeah? In the mood to do somethin’ else?”

“Alright,” you huffed and stood from your chair, grabbing your bag with you, “I’m gonna go wait for my ride somewhere else.”

You swiftly walked away and out the door, leaning against the brick wall of the bar with your arms crossed. It wasn’t too late - probably somewhere between ten and eleven - but the streets being so empty made it seem much later.

The door swung open and the guy who’d sat at your table emerged from the bar. He shoved his hands in his jacket pockets and leaned on his shoulder against the wall, inches from you.

“Do you need something?” you narrowed your eyes and prayed that Logan would pull up any second.

“I can’t talk to a pretty lady?”

He blew smoke in your face and you pretended to be unbothered, though your eyes stung like hell.

“Pretty lady doesn’t wanna talk to you,” you shot him a short, tight lipped smile and turned your view back towards the parking lot.

“I like a woman who talks back, you know?” he smirked and moved to stand in front of you with one hand on the wall above your head.

“Good, then you’ll love this - fuck off.”

You thought you couldn’t be any clearer, but it didn’t seem to matter much.

“Ooh,” he chuckled, “you’ve got quite the mouth on you, huh?”

Like an angel sent from heaven, you saw Logan’s pick up truck pull into the lot. You thought you were free, till the creep put his free hand against the wall beside you to cage you in.

“I wonder what else that mouth of yours is good for.”

You felt your phone buzz repeatedly in your purse. You scanned the lot and found his truck again, parked facing you. He was far enough that you could just make out the shape of him in the driver's seat with his phone to his ear.

“Biting,” you said flatly.

“Hm,” he was still talking with his cigarette held in the corner of his mouth, “I can get behind a little pain.”

Christ. Your phone continued to buzz in your purse.

“Expect a lot.”

“Hey, I don’t need a safe word,” he laughed.

The second your phone stopped going off, you heard a car door slam shut. You looked over to see Logan walking towards the bar and attempted to duck under the guy's arm and go around him, but he was too fast.

“Where do you think you’re goin’, sweetheart?” he had a hard grip on your wrist.

You could tell the exact moment Logan saw you because he suddenly looked like he was about to slice the guy to shreds. You made eye contact as a silent plea for help, but he was one step ahead of you.

You watched in satisfaction when he finally came up and yanked the guy back by his jacket so hard that he nearly fell on his ass.

“Alright, bub,” he huffed, “beat it.”

He took your hand in his and you were almost too excited by that alone to notice the other guy hadn’t shut his mouth.

“Hey, man, you can have a turn when I’m done with her.”

Logan dropped your hand so he could partially unsheathe his claws.

“You’re not gonna have a fucking ‘turn’ with her, but I’ll have one with you.”

“Woah, woah, woah - alright,” he instantly put his hands up and backed away from you, “hey, man, she never said she had a boyfriend.”

“As if that fuckin’ matters,” he snarled, “she’s not interested.”

You hoped that would be the end of it - the guy would see the sharp adamantium and cower away - but he clearly couldn’t tell when it was time for him to go.

“C’mon, you’re mad ‘cause she was gonna come home with me?”

“In your dreams,” you scoffed and Logan reached his limit.

You heard the metallic clink of his claws pushing themselves out completely and you instantaneously grabbed his wrist with both hands, to which he looked back at you.

“Not worth it,” you reminded him, “let’s go home.”

He glared at the man in front of him and let you drag him further into the lot, retracting his claws. As soon as you both turned around, the asshole had one last thing to say.

“Bet I could fuck ‘er better than you could, freak.”

You immediately put yourself in front of Logan when he turned around and tried to lunge forward.

“Don’t,” you warned. You were stern, but it was really a plea for him to just walk away. Hearing gross shit like that from men wasn’t new and you wanted to rip the guy to pieces as much as Logan did, but you also knew it wouldn’t be worth it to waste time on someone like him.

Logan was breathing heavily, his nostrils flaring and his jaw clenched. He could be scary when he was angry, sure, but not when you knew it wasn’t you he was angry with. He reluctantly let you turn him back around with a deep exhale, but not without shouting back over his shoulder one last time.

“No, you couldn’t, bub.”

He slung his arm around your shoulder as you walked to his truck. You felt weak in the knees, like you’d fall to the ground if you couldn’t lean against him. You couldn’t help giggling to yourself like a lovesick idiot with a hand over your mouth.

“What’s so funny, huh?”

He gave you an amused grin and pulled you into him further. He seemingly managed to calm himself down, something very rare for him.

“Nothin’,” you cleared your throat, “nothing.”

“That wasn’t the guy you were on a date with, was it?”

“No,” you shook your head as you approached the truck, “I left him in the bar, the other one just followed me out.”

Logan opened the passenger door for you.

“I guess you’ve got guys throwing themselves at you left and right then, huh?” he chuckled, “doesn’t surprise me much.”

He closed your door and you felt butterflies in your stomach. He was abnormally…flirty, more so than usual. When he had been flirty in the past, you always figured it was only to tease you somehow, as he’d done with plenty of women.

When he slid into the driver's seat, you expected him to turn the key in the ignition and start the drive home. Instead, the keys rested in his lap.

“I’m sorry you didn’t get the date you deserved,” he said earnestly, “I’ll take a guess and say he didn’t deserve you anyway.”

“Hm,” you hummed, eyes locked with this, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

He finally broke eye contact and sighed, pretending to be interested in the mostly empty parking lot. You were gnawing on your bottom lip while waiting for his answer.

“I don’t know - if you’re gonna go out with a guy, he’s gotta be good enough for you,” he shrugged, “not some asshole who sits with another chick while he’s on a date with you or some creep who can’t take ‘no’ for an answer.”

“So what kind of guy do you think would deserve me?”

You were nudging yourself over a line you’d dreamed of crossing; that divide between friends and something more, but you had no expectation that he would even entertain the idea. You thought he was the kind of guy you deserved - or wanted, at least.

He was just staring at you, looking like he was trying to think of something to say.

“A guy who’d take care of you, I guess,” he sighed, “you can care of yourself, I know, it’s just - you need someone who sticks up for you, loves everything about you, holds your hair back when you’re sick, all that kinda stuff, y’know?”

That last part struck a chord with you. You instantly thought back to the last time you’d been sick. You’d gotten the flu and were practically bedridden for what felt like forever, and with Logan being immune to things like that, he was in your room with you most of the time to keep you company - even when he had to hold your hair so you could vomit in the bathroom. You realized that he was describing himself, though you weren’t sure if that was intentional or if he was truly that oblivious.

“Really?” was all you could say.

“Of course,” he nodded, “I don’t think you deserve anything less.”

You thought over the question you wanted to ask and let it balance on the tip of your tongue. You were a little fearful of the answer you’d get, but it still came out anyway.

“What about you?”

Logan furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“What about me for what?”

You chuckled nervously.

“What if - I don’t know, what if I wanted some like you and - and not anything less.”

He was only staring, lips parted in what you assumed was surprise.

“That was stupid,” you said immediately, feeling embarrassment flood your body, “I’m sorry, I - it was just a bad night, and -“

“It’s not stupid,” he finally responded, eyes glued to yours in a way that started a fire low in your stomach, “I mean…I can show you how a guy’s supposed to treat you.”

You weren’t sure exactly what he was getting at but it made your heart flutter. With his heightened senses, you figured he noticed it pretty quickly. It wasn’t what you pictured happening when you finally told him you wanted him. You weren’t sure if he meant that he’d show you because he wanted to be with you or he saw it only as a platonic favor.

“You know, nothin’ you’re not comfortable with. I can just help you out a little,” Logan finally turned the key in the ignition, backing out and starting the drive home. You mulled over his words while his eyes remained focused on the road. You still couldn’t decipher what his intent was.

“So,” you paused, “what exactly does that mean?”

You could hear your own nervousness in your voice.

“Just doing boyfriend stuff with you,” he chuckled a bit and you could see the small smile tugging at his lips.

“Mhm,” you hummed and nodded, “so dating without dating?”

“Well,” he took a deep breath, “I guess, but that’s up to you.”

“What’s up to me?”

“If it’s real or not.”

You narrowed your eyes.

“You do understand that two people have to like each other to date, right?”

“Ooh, ouch,” he let out a short laugh, “but yeah, honey, duh. Why do you think I offered?”

Your mouth kind of hung open in disbelief, eyes glued to the side of his face. He looked calm as could be, practically smug.

“I’ll do all that dating stuff with you to actually show you how you’re supposed to be treated, but if you wanted that with me for real , I wouldn’t say no,” he continued. He was so damn relaxed about it, as if what he said hadn’t rocked your world.

“Huh,” you still weren’t sure exactly where to start, “and - and, uh, what specifically do you mean by ‘boyfriend stuff’?”

“You know,” he shrugged, “taking you out to dinner, makin’ you feel pretty, going on dates.”

“I’ve never actually been on a real date,” you admitted sheepishly. If tonight was a night of honesty, you might as well confess it all.

“You’re messing with me,” he let out a short laugh and shook his head.

“I’m serious!” you insisted, unable to resist mirroring his smile, “Tonight was supposed to be my official first. I’ve had a couple boyfriends before, but I don’t remember a single one of them actually taking me out on a date.”

“What?” he furrowed his eyebrows and actually took his eyes off the road to see if your expression was serious.

“Yeah,” you shrugged, “I mean, there’s a reason they’re ex-boyfriends.”

“Damn right,” he scoffed, seemingly agitated, “what the hell did they do then, sit on the couch and watch tv all day?”

“Pretty much, actually, yeah,” you nodded, “that and call me at two in the morning to ask if I can come ‘cuddle’.”

You used air quotes as you said the last word of your sentence, implicating an ulterior motive - sex, of course.

“I’m gonna bet even sleepin’ with ‘em wasn’t worth the time,” he suggested.

“You’d win that bet,” you chuckled and felt the blood rush to your cheeks, “it would never take more than a couple minutes.”

“Jesus,” he exclaimed, “never? Not once?”

“I don’t think so,” you looked away in thought, “record time is maybe…fifteen minutes? It could be a little less.”

“Did any of ‘em even bother trying anything for you?” he asked in disbelief, “you know, like goin’ down on you and all that.”

You felt your face burning up almost instantly at the question.

“Well, I - I mean, yeah, yeah - just not till I was, like…” you paused, trying to think of the best phrasing.

“Not until you came?” he asked.

You cleared your throat and pretended to be fascinated by the road in front of you. The tips of your ears were just as warm as your cheeks.

“That, yeah,” you replied in a small voice.

He sighed, furrowing his eyebrows and staring at the road ahead of him. You had another ten minutes left of the trip back home, but Logan pulled over on the side of the road in the dark night. The only things visible, if not in the headlights, were highlighted by moonlight. The chirp of cricket songs filled the air to replace the usual night silence as he turned off the car and pulled the key from the ignition.

“Can I do somethin’ for you?” he turned to you and placed a hand on your thigh, gently kneading your flesh, “you can say no.”

Context clues would have you believe you knew exactly what it was he wanted to do, but reasoning would not let you believe he actually wanted to do that, especially here and now and with you.

“Do what?” You asked softly, curious eyes flickering from his hand on your thigh to his eyes trained on you. He gently slid his hand a little further until his fingers grazed the hot skin of your inner thighs and you instinctively found yourself inching your legs open to accommodate his hand. You could feel the wet patch on your panties already starting to form.

“I wanna make you feel good, show you what it’s really supposed to feel like,” he whispered and you shuddered, lips parting in surprise.

“You - I, uh,” you stammered for a moment when your eyes were glued to his, the hazel shade glowing in the moonlight cast through the car windows, “you can do that.”

It didn’t feel real, the idea of what you knew he was offering. His eyes, the same ones that glowed in the sun, mirrored the same beauty when bathed in moonlight. This was one of those moments you’d try to capture in your memory to recreate on paper, though you weren’t sure you could do it any justice. Nothing was more beautiful than the real thing.

With a small smile, Logan retracted his hand and slipped out of his side of the truck. He came around to your side and opened your door. Because of the height of the truck, you were almost eye to eye.

“You’ll tell me if you want me to stop, right?” he asked sincerely and you nodded, completely entranced by the anticipation of what he was about to do.

He hooked his hands around the back of your knees so he could turn your body in your seat towards him. He lightly nudged your knees open with his thighs so he could stand between them and cup your face in his hands.

“You’re so beautiful, you know,” the moon's soft light illuminated his features, “you deserve to be taken care of.”

You could have cried from his sincerity had you not been too turned on to think. There was no way he was actually going to go through with it. Your heart was beating so hard and fast and he had barely even touched you yet.

He exhaled deeply, never taking his eyes off yours.

“Can I kiss you?”

There was immediate heat pooling between your legs. Still in disbelief, you nodded, eyes flickering from his parted lips to his hands on your thighs. You’d thought about this so many times - dreamed of it and woke up in a cold sweat - but nothing your mind had ever conjured up could compare to the real thing. The smell of the leather of his jacket and musk overwhelmed your senses and you could’ve just collapsed into him, inhaled his scent until you couldn’t think of anything else and let him do whatever he wanted with you.

“Gotta hear you say it, baby,” his gentle voice broke you from your thoughts and you couldn’t help the sigh that slipped between your lips when he held your chin so you could look him in the eyes.

“You - yeah, yes, please,” you pleaded, your tone of voice much needier than you thought it would be.

His soft lips on yours felt more electrifying than you’d ever dreamed they could. Some people say that with the right person, there are fireworks - bursts of light behind your eyes that coincide with the rapid beating of your heart, leaving you in a euphoric haze - and it was true, having been proven by your best friend’s gentle and loving kiss.

Best friend. He was still your best friend, after all - you just weren’t sure if he was anything more. You reminded yourself that was something you could overthink and dissect later.

While he continued to lean into your kiss and swipe his tongue into your mouth, his hands snaked higher until they slipped underneath the short skirt of your dress and slowly pushed the fabric to bunch around the very top of your thighs. The tips of his fingers brushed the fabric of your panties on your hips and you gasped into his mouth. He detached his lips from yours with a wet smack.

“You taste so damn good,” he began trailing open mouthed kisses down your jaw and neck, “bet your pussy tastes even better.”

“Jesus Christ,” you moaned into his shoulder and wrapped your arms around him, digging your fingers into the back of his jacket. His filthy words spoken against your hot skin made you squirm in the leather seat, instinctively hooking your legs around him. It wouldn’t take much from him to turn you into a ruined mess.

“You like it when I talk to you like that?” he asked and you were nodding before he even finished the question.

“You’re so cute,” he continued in a low voice, so quiet it was almost a whisper.

The wholesome compliment caught you off guard and you buried your face against the cool leather of his jacket to cool your warm cheeks.

“Really?” your voice came out small, muffled against him. He pulled back a little so he could lift your head with a gentle grip on your chin.

“Really, baby,” he chuckled a little, “I've always thought that.”

You practically melted into his touch, leaning into his hand when he held your face. You swallowed hard and surprised yourself when your voice came out so desperate.

“I think about you all the time.”

It was a confession you’d usually feel humiliated to make, but everything he was doing almost put you in a different state of mind, completely vulnerable to him.

“Yeah? What do you think about?” his voice was almost teasing. His hands slid around your backside to grab at your ass, pushing you a little further into him.

“Wanted to kiss you,” you managed to say, eyes fluttering closed when he returned his mouth to your neck, “wanted you to - to touch me.”

“I don’t think your date would like hearin’ that,” he replied smugly.

“Fuck him,” you panted, “didn’t wanna go out with him anyway.”

Logan raised his head to look you in the eyes, confusion written on his face.

“Didn’t you ask him out?” he chuckled.

You knew you’d said too much, but you’d already gone this far. There was no turning back, anyway.

“Only to kind of distract myself,” you admitted, looking down at your lap, “I liked you and thought I couldn’t have you, so - so I figured I’d try someone else.”

He was smiling wide and let out a short laugh, shaking his head. You wanted to ask what was so funny, but he caught your lips in another passionate kiss first, threading his fingers through the hair at the nape of your neck to push you impossibly further into him.

“Shoulda’ told me,” he spoke between kisses, “can take care of you so much better than any of ‘em could.”

“Please,” you begged, grabbing at the sides of his flannel underneath his jacket to pull his hips further into yours, the cold metal of his belt buckle grazing the warm and sticky fabric of your panties.

“I gotcha, honey,” he hushed, “ ‘s alright, I’m gonna show you what a mans supposed to do for ya’.”

You shivered in his arms and lifted your hips off the seat so he could drag your panties down your legs. He held them up with both hands when he’d unhooked them from your ankles. They may have barely even counted as underwear - a thong with such little fabric that your arousal had soaked right through, leaving the inside of your thighs wet.

“You planned on gettin’ lucky tonight?” he teased but you picked up on the slight jealousy in his tone, “I feel sorry for the fucker who lost out on seein’ these.”

He stuffed them in his back pocket and you opened your mouth to object, only for him to cut you off with another passionate kiss.

“I’ll buy you some new ones, ‘kay?”

You only nodded, caught in his kiss. His hands kneaded your thighs feverishly, all the way to your knees. He nudged them apart even further, pulled you to the edge of the seat and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“Relax and lemme make you feel good, alright? I’ll go as slow as you want me to,” he spoke softly against your lips.

You let out a shaky breath and watched him drop to his knees onto the grass, undoubtedly leaving dark stains on the knees of his jeans. He traced his hands along your calves, your shins, your thighs, up until he had either one of them holding you open on the inside of your thighs.

“Smell so fucking good. You know I can smell how wet you are all the time, right?” he asked sincerely and your breath quickened. It seemed probable, with his heightened senses - you just hoped every time that he miraculously couldn’t pick up on it.

“When you got in the truck, when I helped you pick out this dress, when we get paired up in training, sometimes even when I’m just talkin’ to you,” he continued, “and I can hear your little heart beat, too - all fast when I come around.”

You would’ve been embarrassed, had his face between your legs not left your mind completely blank. The only thing you could think about was his breath fanning your throbbing pussy.

“What if - what if someone sees?” you stammered but let him push the rest of your dress up to your waist to leave you fully exposed.

“No ones gonna,” he reassured you, “and if they do, might as well give ‘em a show, huh?”

You were speechless. He hooked your legs over his shoulders and spread you apart with his thumbs, the cool air sending a shiver up your spine.

“Fuck,” you heard him mumble under his breath, “she’s droolin’ for me.”

You whimpered, bringing a hand to the back of his head as a way to encourage him to finally do something, anything. You were so wet that the leather underneath you was slick with your arousal.

“Please, Logan,” you begged, practically pouting at him from your spot above him.

“What, sweetheart? You want me to touch you?”

You nodded frantically, groaning in frustration. You leaned back on one hand while your other was threaded through his hair. The stiff peaks were definitely not going to withstand your tugging and he seemed like he couldn’t care less. He leaned forward to finally glide his tongue flat against you and you gasped.

“Oh my god,” you exclaimed, letting out short gasps of air as he buried his face between your legs.

“Feels good?” His voice was muffled by your thighs.

“It - ah - ‘s really good,” you choked, panting as he moved his tongue. He swirled and licked and sucked at the hypersensitive flesh, suctioning your clit between his lips. It had you moaning loudly, unable to hold back the sounds you made when you were being eaten out like you never had been before. Logan was gentle but knew what he was doing, licking and sucking in all the right places and turning you into a dripping mess in the passenger seat of his truck. Nothing any ex boyfriend had tried to do even came close to what he was doing now. His tongue slipped down just a little further to prod at your entrance and you saw stars.

“Need you to remember somethin’, baby,” he grumbled in between planting sweet kisses in the middle of your folds, “who’s makin’ you feel this good, huh?”

“Logan,” you immediately cried, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt his tongue in you, “you, you - fuck!”

Your legs twitched when his teeth just barely grazed your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Good girl, tha’s right,” you could feel his lips curve into a smile.

The tip of his middle finger traced around your entrance and you tried to push your hips forward, eager to feel any part of him inside you, but he made sure to keep his finger just barely there. You were half leaned against the middle console now, sometimes hooking your arm around the top of the seat to keep your upper body’s balance, and you were squirming.

“So fucking wet for me,” he teased, “not one of ‘em ever did this to you?”

You were gasping for air as he stuffed you with his middle and ring finger in one hard push. You could only shake your head, trying to keep your eyes open to watch him but struggling not to squeeze them shut.

“Nah, none of ‘em could,” he paused to spit right on your cunt so he could spread his saliva with his fingers, “not that asshole you were out with, not that prick from the bar - none of ‘em.”

Ordinarily, you didn’t think you would have found that hot - shit talking any other guy who’d been with you while he ate your pussy - but he was certainly the exception. You could hear the squelching sound of his fingers plunging in and out of you intensifying and knew it was from his words. He worked up to a rhythm with his fingers and tongue, making you release a symphony of curses and cries of his name.

“C’mon, baby,” he muttered into you, “gonna make you cum in my mouth.”

“Fuck,” you panted, “don’t - don’t wanna, yet.”

You were struggling to even form the words on your tongue.

“It - ah - i don’t wan’ you to stop,” you managed to tell him, tipping your head back.

“Can take care of you again when we get home,” he grunted, “I’m not done.”

The promise of what was yet to come fueled the raging fire in the pit of your stomach, hotter and hotter until it ran through you to the ends of your fingertips and toes. Ignoring any inhibitions you may have had, you cried out his name between a string of curses and whines. Logan continued lapping at you long after you came down from your high and he finally let you push him off when he was sure he’d licked you clean.

“You taste so fucking good,” he was sucking the remnants of you off his fingers as he stood up, “you wanna taste? C’mere.”

He swiped his fingers along your pussy, collecting anything left in you so he could hold you by your chin and let you suck them clean.

You could feel the weight of his heavy cock in his jeans on the inside of your thigh when he pulled his fingers from your mouth. You desperately wanted to return the favor that he had done for you, but when you rested your palm on the front of his jeans, he pulled it away by your wrist.

“Not yet,” he told you, wrapping his arms around your waist, “ladies first.”

“I already was first,” you giggled, threading your hands through his hair in an attempt to fix it.

“I already told you,” he planted a kiss on your lips, short and sweet, “I’m not done with you.”

You let out a shaky breath and he gave you one last kiss on the cheek before helping you readjust your dress.

“Are you cold?” He asked, noticing the goosebumps on your soft skin.

“Little bit,” you shrugged, “it’s fine, we’re not far from home.”

“Nah, here,” he slipped off his jacket and held it out for you to put on.

“Logan-“

“Beautiful girl,” he interrupted, mirroring your expression when you smiled at the compliment, “it wouldn’t be very nice of me to let you freeze, now would it?”

You sighed in defeat and playfully rolled your eyes, cozying yourself within his jacket after he closed the passenger side door for you. It smelled completely of him, something that still made your heart race.

When you were both situated back in the truck, he wasted no time starting the engine and pulling out from the side of the road. You couldn’t stop glancing over at his handsome face, the hair on his cheeks still wet and shiny and faint lipstick kisses adorning his cheek and chin. His hand was kneading your thigh again, fingers tracing light circles into the warm skin every now and then to hear your breath hitch.

“You may wanna wipe your face before we get home,” you advised, popping open the glove compartment to search for stray napkins.

“No way,” he chuckled and you turned to him with a dumbfounded expression.

“ ‘m keepin’ you on me for as long as I can,” he explained, licking his lips.

“And your hair? It’s a mess,” you pointed out.

“So?”

“So? They’re gonna connect the dots, don’t you think?”

He gave a slight nod.

“Yeah, maybe. So?”

You blinked. Once, twice, three times before you could speak.

“You don’t care?”

“Oh, I care,” he smiled, “I want everybody to ‘connect the dots’. I get to brag that I’m yours and you’re mine.”

“You’re somethin’ else, you know that?”

“ ‘cause I want everyone to know my girls taken?”

“Oh, your girl?”

“Mhm,” he hummed happily, “my girl.”

That just about answered that nagging question that had been popping up every few minutes. You were his, as he was yours.

When the truck pulled into the driveway, you took a moment to attempt to fix your hair and bury yourself inside Logan’s jacket in an attempt to hide the hickies that trailed from behind your ear to your collarbone.

“You look good in that,” he nodded towards the jacket and spoke in a teasing tone, “maybe I’ll let you borrow it again sometime.”

“Uh-huh,” you replied simply with a playful roll of your eyes, slipping out of the truck.

“I really hope everyone’s asleep by now,” you spoke quietly as you both walked to the front steps, “I do not want to have to explain everything right now - later, sure, but not at twelve AM.”

As soon as you’d slipped inside and Logan clicked the door shut, Ororos voice cut through the silence of the hall and you muffled a squeal.

“Hey! How was your date?”

You almost wanted to ask what she was talking about until you remembered.

“Uh, it - it was something,” you sighed, following her into the living room with Logan right behind you. You immediately saw Scott and Jean sitting on the couch and you cowered a little further into Logan’s jacket.

“You guys took a while to get home. Everything okay?” Jean asked.

“Yeah, yeah, we - um,” you struggled to come up with an explanation until Logan cut in.

“We stopped and grabbed something to eat.”

You had to use every muscle in your body to bite down your smile and stifle a giggle at the irony of his excuse.

Yeah, he got something to eat, alright.

“Mhm,” you hummed in agreement and kept your gaze on the hardwood floor.

“Dude,” Scott caught Logan’s attention and leaned forward in his seat, as if he was getting a closer look at him from across the room, “is that - uh, is that…glitter on your face?”

The other two in the room noticed it the second he had pointed it out.

“Could be,” Logan shrugged casually.

“And your hair is all messy,” Ororo chimed in, narrowing her eyes at Logan. A small smile crept onto her face. She sang your name to get your attention.

“Isn’t it a little warm in here for a coat?” She gestured towards the jacket you had cocooned yourself in.

“Nope,” you answered quickly, “I’m cold.”

“You’re cold, huh?” Jean chuckled. After only a moment of staring between the two of you, you felt a dull ache behind your eyes and shook your head in an attempt to rid yourself of it.

You’re a bad liar.

The surprise echo of her voice startled you.

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows and stared in her direction.

“I didn’t say anything,” she shrugged, feigning ignorance.

You narrowed your eyes and purposely formulated a thought you already knew would get a reaction out of her if she could hear it.

God, Scott looks so hot today.

You watched Jeans eyes widen, a gasp falling from her lips.

“Ha!” you raised a finger in her direction, “I knew you were in my head!”

“Take that back!” she pointed back at you.

“Take what back?” Scott asked but you answered before Jean had the chance.

“I was just thinking about something to piss her off,” you looked back at her, “I didn’t actually mean it.”

She sighed in relief and looked like she was going to speak again before she stopped, tilting her head in confusion as she looked at you.

“Oh, so, that’s the reason you’re late,” she realized aloud, pointing to her neck as an indication to check out your own.

Your hand flew to your neck to cover the marks you’d momentarily forgotten were there and you cleared your throat. You turned to Logan in a silent plea for him to think of an excuse. He was standing tall and smiling like an idiot, completely unaware of the conversation because he’d just been admiring you in complete focus.

“Logan,” you said softly, looking at him expectantly.

“Hm?”

He raised his eyebrows and looked at your three friends who were awaiting an explanation or excuse.

“Oh, yeah,” he fondly rubbed the side of his face to reminisce about what had taken place maybe ten minutes earlier and hooked his arm around your waist, pulling you against him, “looks good on ‘er, huh?”

You weren’t sure if he was talking about the hickeys or the jacket. Probably both.

“I, uh-“ you were wide eyed but he cut you off when he leaned down to plant a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Hey, we’re gonna be a little busy for the next few hours,” Logan began, using his arm around you to drag you towards the hallway with him, “ ‘f you need something, don’t knock on my door.”

“Logan!” you squeaked when he lifted you up to throw you over his shoulder with his palms on your ass, pulling down the short skirt of your dress to cover what was bare underneath. You craned your neck up and attempted to blow fallen hair out of your face. This was certainly noy how you planned out your night, but nonetheless, you were happy.

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A/N: thanks for sticking through the cringe and if youve been around since last year during my hardcore Logan phase ilysm so so much

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˖⁺｡˚⋆˙20 weeks you say… | LN4˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: lando norris x pregnant!reader y/n (she/her)

genre: social media au, established relationship

warnings: sexual references but not major, mainly fluff with some joking/play fighting yk the vibes

summary: in which your pregnancy announcement is met with an unexpected response

a/n: chose lando coz im obsessed with him atm😭😭😭 also i think this plot suits him better lol. it's pretty short but it fits the plot best imo!

request!!!: Can I request reader and driver, maybe Carlos or lando, announce her pregnancy only for fans to put together that the baby is a result of a race win

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user20 ...worked out when their baby was conceived...

user21 HAHAHAHAHHA

user22 too far i fear

carlossainz55 me personally, i think it's funny

landonorris well...

yourusername shut up both of you

carlossainz55 sorry y/n

oscarpiastri forgive & forget 😌

user23 yup i agree with oscar! forgive us y/n

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user24 HAHAHAHA

user25 hahahah poor y/n!

user26 it was a special race win tbf, we'd all have done the same thing y/n <3

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user27 omg she's so much bigger now

user28 what's the gender??

user29 they havent told us

user30 ur glowing y/n

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user31 she liked this.. maybe she is forgiving us :)

lilyzneimer miss you in the garage babe

yourusername miss you so much! please come visit soon lol

lilyzneimer omg i will🥹🥹

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user32 carlando & landoscar lives on in their wags friendships tbh

oscarpiastri lando is miserable without u, hurry up & have the baby & get back to races

yourusername what do u think im trying to do oscar? 🤨

oscarpiastri yea true. my bad

landonorris i dont like ur tone

oscarpiastri im so sorry

landonorris better

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time skip 🧡

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user35 i cant wait for her to have the baby ahh

user36 giggling & kicking her feet she's jus a girl fr

lilyzneimer keep me updated please

landonorris 😂 will add you to the baby update group chat

lilyzneimer please do omg

carlossainz55 dont freak out

landonorris easy for you to say

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landonorris first month with our daughter x

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user37 OMG FINALLY NEWS

user38 a girl omg

user39 lando a girl dad!!!

user40 awwww a beautiful daughter from winning in miami

landonorris DONT BRING THIS UP AGAIN

user40 oop-my bad

user41 HAHAHAHA

user42 they deffo nickname her miami

oscarpiastri congratulations 🥂

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carlossainz55 congratulations both of you!

landonorris thanks for all ur help 🫡

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user43 HAHAHAHA

user44 ur not mad at us 🥳🥳🎉🎉🎉

user55 this is sooo funny & cute omg i love her

yoursister 😭😭stop it

yourusername hahahaha it is kind of funny tho

lilyzneimer ignoring the caption, u guys are so cute

yourusername 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

landonorris best gift i could ever ask for 😌 i love you

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luvergirl-535 · 6 months ago

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trouble in paradise

pairing - paige bueckers x azzi fudd

word count - 1.1k

c/w - fluff, azzi is cute when she’s mad and paige can’t handle allat

a/n - heavily based off my irl relationships. i have been both p and a in this situation 😔. anyway just a silly lil blurbski for yall (lol at me writing absolutely anything but the prompts you guys send me) (i promise i want to do every single one of them)

“And she was like, ‘You can’t even shoot.’ I don’t even know what got into her, because she knows—she knows I can shoot. Everybody knows I can fucking shoot!”

“Mhm,” Paige mumbles, nestled into the crook of Azzi’s neck, trailing lazy kisses across the soft expanse of skin.

“And you know how patient I am. But I was already annoyed with her because of how she was playing in practice and then she has the audacity to mess with me in the locker room?” Azzi makes a frustrated sound, hand absentmindedly holding the back of Paige’s head, keeping her in place. “And then, and then, she’s all, ‘It was just a joke, chill out!’ Like, what?”

“Crazy work,” Paige replies. She nuzzles up behind Azzi’s ear, letting the tip of her tongue wet the spot slightly.

It’s Azzi’s most sensitive spot, but she doesn’t even react. “And now I seem like a bitch for, for—for sticking up for myself!”

“Nobody thinks you’re a bitch, baby,” Paige reassures, voice gravelly and gentle—a product of the slow, languid sex they had only half an hour prior. How they got from that to this, Paige doesn’t know.

“They do. I can tell. Carol came up to me after and was like, ‘Be nicer to KK, she’s sensitive.’ Well, so am I! But are we being nice to Azzi? No. So, like, what’s the problem here? Why am I being targeted?”

To be fair, Azzi had been a little unnecessarily mean to KK earlier in the locker room. She’d already had a long day and with KK testing her during practice, she wasn’t ready for any teasing afterwards. Paige had tried to tell KK this, catching her before they entered the locker room and saying, “Hey, I know it seems like y’all are just messing around but she’s actually pissed right now.” But KK had laughed her off with a, “Nah, we’re just playin’.”

Paige had let her find out the hard way that when it comes to Azzi, she’s always the expert.

But she knows better than to voice her opinion right now. She’d probably be forced to do the walk of shame out of her own room. Instead, she continues with her ministrations, scraping her teeth against the shell of Azzi’s ear before tugging on her earlobe.

“I just think it’s unfair,” Azzi continues with a huff.

“So unfair,” Paige agrees.

“I don’t like being the bad guy.”

Paige can’t help but smile a little into Azzi’s neck at the thought of her—dimples and curly hair and all—ever being considered ‘the bad guy’ by anybody. Especially by their teammates, who know her well enough to know she’d never hurt a fly. She’s hard to annoy, hard to rile up; Paige is the best at it, and that’s saying something considering it’s difficult even for her to get a reaction out of the younger girl. All the girls know she’d only ever snap at someone if her buttons were really pushed.

KK may be off pouting somewhere, and their teammates may be comforting her, but nobody really thinks Azzi’s in the wrong here. How could they? She’s their princess.

“You’re not, sweet girl,” Paige says, straightening her expression before lifting her head. Azzi’s eyebrows are furrowed, lips formed into an angry pout. Paige’s mind conjures images of those adorable malicious-looking kittens. This time, there’s no hiding her amused smile.

Azzi’s eyebrows go even lower, if that’s possible. “What is funny?”

“Nothin’, baby,” Paige says, trying to distract her with a kiss, but Azzi isn’t having it. She pushes at her chest with a huff, which only serves to make Paige chuckle a little.

“You’re not taking me seriously!” Azzi whines, wriggling around in an attempt to get out from underneath her girlfriend, but Paige has hands on either side of her shoulders, her knees straddling her hips. She’s caged in.

“I am!” Paige says as earnestly as she can. “I wasn’t laughing at you, I thought of something else that was funny.”

Azzi’s pout grows in intensity and Paige isn’t laughing anymore.

One of the many things Paige has learned from dating Azzi is that scientists are lying when they say there are only three basic units of the brain. There is actually a secret, fourth unit that is only unlocked when one gets a girlfriend. And this unit of the brain serves to do one thing and one thing only: make her happy.

If a doctor were to put Paige in an MRI scan, and have Azzi speak to her during it, this is what would happen:

Phrases like ‘Do you think she’s pretty?’, ‘Do you like this picture of me?’, and, of course, ‘Would you love me if I were an inanimate object?’ would light up that brain activity sensor like a christmas tree. Alarm bells would go off along with an urgent, robotic voice saying something like ‘Emergency Situation Detected.’

There’s always a slew of solutions to these dilemmas and Paige is usually pretty good at saying the perfect thing. But that pout—that pout has only one solution: groveling.

“I’m sorry, baby, don’t look at me like that,” Paige coos, fighting against the hand on her chest to pepper kisses over Azzi’s face.

“You were laughing at something else?” Azzi asks, giving up on fighting Paige to cross her arms over her chest, which is somehow worse. “So you weren’t paying attention.”

“No, I was—ok, I promise I was listening to you, princess—“

“So you were laughing at me.”

“Not like that!” Paige insists, making an attempt at kissing Azzi’s pout away. But Azzi doesn’t reciprocate, just stares at her with an expression that’s somewhere between accusing and hurt. “You’re just cute, baby. I can listen to you and still acknowledge you’re cute.”

“But I’m genuinely annoyed and you’re just sitting here laughing at me.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I promise I was listening to you, angel.” When she goes for another kiss, Azzi kisses her back, which is a good sign. “You’re right, it’s annoying. It’s not funny.”

“It’s not,” Azzi reiterates.

Paige kisses her again. “Not at all.”

“And you agree with me, right?” Azzi asks, pout disappearing and eyebrows shooting up as if to warn her about the consequences of saying the wrong thing here. “You don’t think I need to apologize?”

Paige thinks they both need to apologize. KK for pushing Azzi around, and Azzi for retaliating a little too strongly.

There’s no way in hell she’ll say this.

“‘Course, pretty girl,” Paige says. She nearly sighs with relief when Azzi uncrosses her arms, wrapping them around Paige’s neck to play with her hair.

She smiles approvingly, pulling her down for a sweet kiss. When she pulls away, it’s only enough that their lips are still brushing when she speaks. And then she says, “Okay. Then go out there and stand up for me.”

Emergency Situation Detected.

#pazzi #azzi fudd #paige bueckers #pazzi fics #blurb #why is all my writing so unserious lately

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bunnyscryptarchived · 1 year ago

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pairing: jason todd x reader

summary: jason takes you to his gravesite.

content warning: smut, sex in a cemetery, missionary, a lil angst if you squint

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you thought he was joking when he told you he died before —buried 6 feet deep. you didn't find it funny but let out a few laughs anyway. “yeah, reall funny, frankenstein." until you looked at his face. oh. he was serious.

he didn't want you seeing his grave. shooting the idea down the second you asked but he knew you wouldn't be able to let it go so after a week he finally agreed.

sitting on the grass in front of his headstone, softly caressing the granite. running your fingers across his name. he watches you with tear filled eyes before lowering himself next to you. resting your hand upon his, silence fills the air as you look at his face. he refuses to meet you gaze —eyes locked on the singular rose you placed on top of the tombstone. cupping his cheek to turn his head towards you, he leans in to your touch. pressing a kiss to your palm as a tear escapes his eye.

“i got you now"

panted breaths and clawing fingers. jason's big hands encircled the flesh of your waist, pulling you on to his lap as he kisses you with a possesive urgency. fingers matching that same intensity. he claws at your hair, trailing down to your back. a whimper escaped your lips, swallowed by the intensity of the kiss.

as it broke, your foreheads rested against each other. a string of saliva connecting from your mouths. your fingers trailing from his neck to his hair, gripping the strands. he takes a sharp intake of breath

“i need you” his voice raspy and filled with desperation.

you look around at your surroundings but his palms on your cheeks bring you back. “now. please, baby." eyes pleading.

you pull him into another kiss full of teeth and tears. his lips move along your face, biting your lip, cheek, and neck as you fumble with his shirt.

choked breaths escaping your throat. hips grinding against the prominent bulge in his sweatpants.

off off off. he mumbles under his breath as he wastes no time ripping your shirt.

“jason!”

ignoring you, he flips you over. laying his body on top of yours. separating for just a moment to remove his own shirt.

“tell me you love me" his voice just below a whisper.

you reach for him but he moves to interlock your fingers.

“i love you, baby” squeezing his hand.

"tell me you need me." he croaks out.

“i need you, jay." you whimper. “always."

after removing your pants, he removes his own. fitting himself perfectly between your legs.

capturing your lips in a kiss as he positions his cock against your hole.

the feeling of him filling you makes you cry out in ecstasy. jason groans the whole time your tight cunt engulfs him. he rolls his hip slowly. nice and deep. hiking your leg up over his waist.

burying his face in your neck as you hold him. your hands find purchase in his hair, and you grip the dark strands. chanting i love you's in to your skin like a mantra.

sinking his teeth into your skin as he picks up the pace. heavy breath's leaving your lips. eyebrows pinched. one hand leaving a trail of bloodied scratches down his back.

"fuck i love you, jason." you cry out. “jason i love you.” your hand lands to the side of you, gripping the grass. his pelvis grinding hard against you. the tip of his cock hitting something inside that makes your eyes cross and your body tense.

looking to the side, your eyes lock with the angels a top his tombstone. body bouncing with each thrust.

uh uh uh's the only sound you can make. gripping jason tighter, your eyes swelling with tears as they trail down to the middle.

HERE LIES

JASON TODD

#jason todd x reader #jason todd prompt #red hood x reader #jason todd drabble #jason todd smut #red hood smut #dc jason todd

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GG: Do you remember around when we first started talking? […] GG: And you claimed you were the one making my pumpkins disappear? [...] GG: You later proceeded to try to prove to me that what you were saying was true. GG: But none of your attempts thereafter would ever bear any fruit, pardon the pun. […] GG: And I think this unfortunately began a pattern of mistrust.

The signal was manually blocked by CrockerCorp, no doubt - and that was all it took to send Jane down a path to mistrust, suspicion and isolation.

It's easy, when you have her in the palm of your hand.

TG: i cant just always appearify stuff from you any time i want TG: i can only take stuff im "allowed" 2 which is pmuch random TG: like stuff that by takin id be messing up the time line cause that stuff is supposed to be there and serve some funciton it hasnt served yet […] TG: but pumpins 4 some reason are a lil easier to take i dunno why TG: like they are specifically and arbitrorily unhinged from spacetime

There's simply no force in this reality greater than the memetic effect of a long-running Hussie Joke.

TG: i so gonked your gaurds jane GG: … GG: Did you gank them when my gourd was down?

Fuck, Jane, that was a bona-fide dad joke!

This girl's filling a lot of roles that this cast has been sorely missing up until now. Out of all the Alpha Kids, she's the most unlike her B1 counterpart - which makes her so interesting to read. She might not be an Heir of Breath, but she is a breath of fresh air.

TG: im psyched about u wanting to believe me and all TG: but part of me still feels like i should prove it TG: like i tried to once TG: it was just frustratin i mean im a sciestist i should be able 2 prove my shit TG: like TG: subject my claims to the fuckin madrigogs GG: Um… GG: Madrigogs? TG: *mad rigors

Roxy, for her part, seems to be as much of a scientist as Mom was implied to be. Mad science ladies are possibly my favourite archetype ever; thus, Roxy's speedrun to S-Tier continues.

Anyway, it looks like Roxy's about to try and prove... something. It's hard to say what would completely sway Jane, though - after all, the girl's already seen a First Guardian and a robot bunny. If they couldn't convince her that something funny was going on, what will?

TG: i mean trust between friends is sweet and everything but i dont know if i wanta be the repipient of like a butt load of pity believins

Bit of a sore point, I gather. She's already sick of this shit with Jake.

GG: It's not about pity! GG: It's more like a gesture I'm trying to make. GG: Or maybe that's not quite right. GG: It has more to do with setting things right for myself than making it up to you. GG: Does that make sense? TG: ………….

I agree with Roxy's silence, here, because something about Jane's attitude is rubbing me me the wrong way. Like, I can't put my finger on why, exactly, but something about this self-centered attitude to remorse is a little...

...ominous.

#homestuck liveblog #full liveblog #act 6 #s208 #4433

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mitchesmoon · 1 month ago

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riri williams! headcanons!

a/n : I’m a lil rusty and the last time I made headcanons was maybeeee a year-ish ago so pls don’t chew me up! anyway Ironheart ate + reqs r open! lmk if you wanna get tagged!

ᰔ oh she’s so forgetful at times. But never purposefully so she has to start setting alarms for herself for dates and stuff.

ᰔ she’s actually not super smug when you two first started dating. She was more anxious to fuck things up more than anything else.

ᰔ every time you come to see her, she’s got music blasting in her ears.

ᰔ when you go on dates, she’s always got a hand in your pocket.

ᰔ She’s easily anxious but won’t admit that. Like ever but you can feel it.

ᰔ has the crudest sense of humor known to man and will absolutely laugh at her own jokes.

“You can’t tell me that shit wasn’t funny.”

She don’t care she keeps laughing 🧍🏽‍♀️

ᰔ absolutely side eyes the fuck outta you if you say something crazy. [she’s js trying not to laugh]

ᰔ most of your kickbacks consist of her working on her suit in her room and you laying on her bed.

ᰔ didn’t tell you about none of the shit she got into with Parker and whatnot till you pressed her out about the bruising on her face.

ᰔ you let her yap about her suit even though you have no idea what she’s talking about.

“So the circuit….”

this is all your hearing

“Blah blah blah proper name place name backstory stuff.”

“Yo—baby, you listenin’?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“No you not.”

ᰔ she never cries not really but when she’s about to and you hear a voice crack you feel horrible :(

ᰔ when she’s not working on her suit or spending time with you she’s watching basketball games

ᰔ she lets you do her hair even if she whines about it 24/7

"Can you tug less hard?"

“Riri, the comb ain’t even TOUCHING you.”

ᰔ not the best texter, she’s typing so fast the shit don’t even make sense 😭

ᰔ She’s naturally to herself so if you’re going out you have to bribe her to go out w you.

ᰔ Horrible horrible liar. Hands start getting sweaty. Her eyes twitch weird and she looks at you like she’s scared or sumn.

ᰔ you are all over her Instagram.

ᰔ just constantly down bad.

"you look good today. Like really good."”

“Get your hand off my ass. We’re in a mall.”

ᰔ she takes her celebrity crushes soooooo SERIOUS.

“Me or Kehlani?”

"Now, hear me out-"

“Are you serious?”

"It's Kehlani!"

ᰔ okay I know I said she’s forgetful but at the same time she brings up shit that happened ages ago.

"You told me you don't even like the color red."

“Riri that was two years ago.”

ᰔ Will absolutely talk slick if she peeps that someone is looking/talking to you crazy

ᰔ is a lego girlieeeee.

ᰔ when you two argue she js stands there and stares and sometimes she zones out a little.

ᰔ either that or she’s stepping up to bat I fear.

“Say that with your chest then.”

“Ohhhhhh alright.”

ᰔ shushes you during movies.

ᰔ when you have food trust that she’s getting food off YOUR plate even if hers is full.

has the slickest mouth known to mankind.

ᰔ watches sucky tubi movies in her free time.

ᰔ she’s the type of girl, if you play Minecraft w her, you’ll log on like two days later to the most impressive builds ever.

ᰔ She can’t hide her facial expressions

ᰔ always has her volume super loud on her phone

ᰔ falls asleep on you all the time.

ᰔ wasn’t very keen on physical touch at first but now she’s feening for it.

So you not gon keep rubbing my back?

“Ri- I need to go on my phone-“

"Nuh-uh get to rubbin',"

ᰔ her mom lovessss you like you and her gang up on riri together.

ᰔ biggest sap n most sensitive girl you know.

“You know I love you right?….Are you bout to cry?”

"What? Nah--I'm straight."

“I see your eyes watering and shit.”

ᰔ ever since Nat you’re the only person that can calm her down when she has her panic attacks.

#ironheart #riri williams x reader #riri x reader #riri williams #Ironheart x reader #meywrites

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cindol · 2 years ago

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Hm.. masc!mikasa and her pink gf.

Mikasa Ackerman x black fem reader

tagging: @liuhko @hoesluvshanti

tw: modern au, written in the hc format, fluff, small suggestive-ness, y/n is a lil dumb,

a/n: I’ve had this in my drafts since May yall …. 😭 I just re-wrote it up a bit . srry if it’s a bit short !!

masc!mikasa who’s a total babe magnet to pink fem girls a lot. Her roster and ex’s are mostly just feminine pinky pink girls so it’s a surprise to nobody when she shows her new girlfriend y/n off to her friend group.

masc!mikasa was the yin to her pink hello kitty girlfriend’s yang, they were polar opposites but definitely worked. Y/n could handle mikasa’s calm and collected attitude always speaking for her sometimes at restaurants while mikasa could handle y/n’s excited extrovert personality, knowing just the right way to calm her down and listen to her.

Mikasa loved whenever y/n would coming running to show her new hello kitty charmed nails while mikasa sat on their couch with her legs spread. She gave a warm smile just touching the one hand looking at the new nails and kissing her hand saying a simple,”love them baby.” Her small compliments had a way of just making y/n melt, no matter how small.

Another way she could calm y/n down also is just listening to her and her rants. When y/n was pent up and just angry she’d listen and give her small opinions on it.

masc!mikasa matched y/n’s style perfectly also, she was the masc to y/n’s fem style. While mikasa wore nike socks and slides, tank tops with shorts and her hair tied up occasionally y/n always was wearing some pink mini skirt, a pink cami top or anything hello kitty inspired to match.

masc!mikasa loved to feed into her girlfriends pda especially with the funny cute TikTok’s she’d do with her. Letting y/n give her pink lipstick kisses all on her face and neck while she had her legs spread then the camera turning to y/n with a lipstick tube in her hand applying more lipstick.

masc!mikasa never makes y/n feel that she’s too clingy, even when she comes to mikasa asking. Mikasa just scoffs at what she says.”bullshit, don’t know what idiot made you feel like that but you’re never clingy. You’re just a lover girl baby.” That warms y/n’s heart.

masc!mikasa gets protective when she has y/n around certain men. She knows how some men can be perverted weirdos, especially when it came to sapphic women. She always made sure to watch them when they tried taking a peak under her skirt.

masc!mikasa likes teaching her girl self defense. Mikasa was proud in her ability to protect y/n but what would happen if she was never around? She feared for when y/n got in the hospital somehow or mugged so she was teaching her self defense.

“Cmon baby be serious, what if I was some burglar trying to mug you?” It just made y/n giggle at her girlfriend with a cheap mask on trying to steal the small purse she was holding.”if you were some burglar trying to mug me in a alleyway I’d just kiss ya to let me go baby!” She joked making mikasa just give into her antics and tackle her.

if y/n and masc!mikasa had an argument it wouldn’t last long. Y/n’s a huge crybaby, if mikasa even had a slightly mad tone she would get sad. Mikasa may not show it but she was exactly the same, as soon as y/n seemed hurt by her actions she was immediately trying to cheer her up or show how sorry she is.

masc!mikasa is the one who made y/n realize how toxic her family is in the first place and actually drop them. When y/n vented to her about her mother’s homophobia mikasa just had a sympathetic look.”you don’t deserve that baby, nobody deserves that.” She rubbed a hand on her arm to comfort her more.”if anything, my family will always be here when yours can’t. Levi always considers you family anyways”

#mikasa x reader #mikasa x black reader #mikasa x you #mikasa x y/n #mikasa ackerman #aot x black y/n #aot x female reader #aot x y/n #aot x black reader #aot x you #aot x reader #aot mikasa #mikasa aot #aot x #𝗖𝗜𝗡’𝗦 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗞𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗔𝗥𝗧 ᐢ..ᐢ !

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dovveri · 1 year ago

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not officially putting this as a request but do what you want with this 😂😂 i just think sana’s the type to be whiney asf when u tell her she can’t kiss u cause u’re wearing a cap and that she’d hit her head when she leans in sOooo as payback, she’d tell you that you can’t kiss her when she’s wearing specs because you’ll just bump your nose on the frame 😂😂😂😂

effervescent

synopsis: sana’s mad bcs you won’t let her kiss you when ur wearing a cap in public :(

warnings: puuuuure fluff + suggestive towards the end

w/c: 1.1k

a/n: its funny i actually had this exact thought the day before the anon sent this in but i couldnt say it bcs it wasnt long enough for a fic but then this came in and i went what da hell i can do a short lil piece ^,^

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

sana was an affectionate person. and an even more affectionate girlfriend. she absolutely loved clinging on to you, hugging you, kissing you, even in public she had no qualms with cuddling, being sickeningly in love, she loved it even more when you’d get embarrassed and shy, cooing at how cute you were, pinching your cheeks teasingly.

no matter where you where, if you were in her near vicinity, she’d find some way to get a hand on you, or slide into your lap, until you were sharing skin-to-skin contact she would refuse to leave you alone.

that also meant she would get pouty and adorably sad whenever you rejected her advances.

like now.

“baaaby gimme a kiss.”

“can’t baby i’m wearing a cap.”

“soooo? come hereee-“ she’s pulling you into her, craning her neck so she can kiss you but she knocks her head against the front of your cap, whining and pulling away immediately, cradling her forehead.

you giggle, “i told you baby.”

“just take off your cap then.” she’s pouting and looking up at you with a frown. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like teasing her to get her looking this adorable for you.

“no can do. we’re in public sweetie the paps will get us.”

“i don’t care about them!”

“well i do.” you boop her nose lovingly, internally squealing at the way her nose scrunches in response, “you will not be making headlines for making out with one of your fans in public.”

“you’re not my fan anymore! you’re my girlfriend now!”

“not to the public i’m not.”

“then we can come out as a couple.” she’s determined with her statement, a cute crease coming to rest between her eyebrows as she starts thinking around how to do exactly that.

“noo baby your company would never allow that. besides i’m fine being yours in private. and i wouldn’t want to jeopardise your career anyway. and before you can say i won’t- i will, i love you but your fans are kinda insane.”

sana pouts, “fine.” she stomps away not saying anything else but you know it’s fine because she’s still holding your hand and pulling you along even when she may be a little annoyed you won’t let her kiss you in public.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

"sana! i'm home!"

"okaeri!"

you slip off your shoes, padding into the living room where you heard your girlfriend's voice coming from, smiling at her in her reading glasses pouring over a set of papers spread on your coffee table.

"hi baby, what are you doing?"

"reading over these contracts the company sent. how was your day?"

"good. better now i'm home with you." you lean down to kiss her in greeting, but at the last second she turns her head so your lips land on her cheek.

you pout, bringing a hand up to her face to turn her back to you but she refuses, adamant on not looking at you.

"baby what's wrong?"

"nothing."

"something's wrong. did i do something? i swear i put my clothes in the laundry this morning."

"nothing's wrong."

you frown, crouching down fully to squat next to her. “if nothing’s wrong why won’t you kiss me?”

“i’m wearing specs.”

you’re silent for a second, “…okay…?”

“yeah.”

“um… are they new? i’m sorry if i didn’t notice. you look gorgeous whatever you’re wearing so i’m always stunned by you!” you try and joke with her but receive no reaction, coughing awkwardly and trying to cover up, “but they look nice!”

“thank you. they’re not new.”

“oh… right so…”

“i’m wearing specs. that’s why i won’t kiss you.”

“oh! wait why won’t you kiss me?”

she sighs, finally looking at you, “i told you. i’m wearing specs.”

“okay and? i’ve kissed you before while you’ve been wearing glasses.” you start to smile again, thinking she’s just teasing you, leaning in again but you’re shocked when she turns away with a huff, pushing her frames up her nose and picking up another page of paper.

“okay what the hell.” you snatch the papers out of her hand.

“hey!”

you ignore her protests. sliding into her lap and wrapping your hands around her neck, all while she still refuses to look at you or even touch you, her hands falling limp to her side after you take her papers away from her, then using them to lean back and away from you with a pout.

you can't have any of that so you pull on her neck gently, urging her forward.

"you're interrupting my work." she's got that slightly annoyed tone in her voice, but you know better.

"you're interrupting my kisses."

"i told you i'm wearing glasses so i can't kiss you right now. you'll bump your nose on the frame."

you frown, "no i won't."

"yes you will."

before she can react you lean in and steal a quick peck, breaking away with a giggle when she finally looks at you, only to gape at you in shock.

"y/n!"

"see? didn't bump my nose or anything."

"you weren't meant to kiss me!"

"why not?"

"because i didn't get to kiss you when you were wearing a cap so you don't get to kiss me when i'm wearing specs."

"wha- is that what this is about?"

"yes!"

you laugh, throwing your head back, still clinging on to her, "awwwh oh my god you really are a baby." you grin cheekily before dipping in again, stealing another kiss, then another, holding her face between your hands and pecking her all over her face, on her specs too while she whines and tries to push you off. "my baby." you finish with another kiss on her lips, giggling when you break away and have her chasing after you now to prolong your kiss.

"'m not a baby."

"yes you are."

"no i'm not."

"yes you are."

"no! i'm not!"

you laugh, letting her have it, patting her cheek affectionately that's now puffed out in a pout, "i'm sorry for not letting you kiss me while i was wearing a cap okay? you have full permission to do whatever you want to me next time i'm wearing one."

she raises an eyebrow, a smirk slowly appearing on her lips, "anything?"

you immediately become wary, shirking away from her but her hands come up to grip at your hips keeping you in her lap, "anything within reason of course."

"so if i can make riding your face in public sound reasonable... anything goes."

you snort, face immediately going bright red, “i don’t know how you could ever convince me to do that sana.”

“you’ll be surprised at how persuasive i can be then.” she’s grinning now, looking adorably innocent in her wide frame glasses and oversized sleep shirt but suggesting completely devilish things.

you groan, pushing away from her and out of her lap, but not before she laughs, pulling you in again and kissing you, no longer caring that she’s still wearing her glasses that now have your lipstick mark printed on them.

#sana #minatozaki sana #twice sana #sana x reader #twice x reader #sana imagines #sana fluff #twice imagines #twice fluff #dovveri

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writeforthepeople · 9 months ago

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Heyy! I've been thinking about Damien and the reader being in a YouTube short film together playing as a married couple and as filming goes on they find themselves actually falling for each other 😩😩 specifically a scene where they're lying in bed together and have to face each other all closely and they're staring into each other's eyes all soft UGHH anyways! I would love if you could write a lil fic like that 🥹🫶 even if you don't end up writing it ty for reading this req!

Absolutely LOVE this idea. The UGHH says it alllllll. Summary: You are cast in a short film your friend Amanda is working on and you are playing Damien's love interest! While you always strive to be as professional as possible, the acting feels a bit too real...and maybe it is?

Warning: No smut, slow burn. Word Count: 4k ... I might have gotten carried away with this one.

You woke up to an early alarm, you had to wake up earlier than usual to start getting ready for your first day on a new set. Your friend Amanda was making her first short film and decided to cast you, of course, you were excited to work on the project because you love her, but you would have been willing to do any part of the project to help. You getting cast as the love interest to the main character certainly gave you a confidence boost though. Nerve racking? Sure! but exciting none the less.

You continued going over the script for what must have been the 10th time as you finished getting ready this morning. It was a romantic comedy about the main character, Gideon Hale who is able to see ghosts. He makes a living running a small bed and breakfast, but on the side he is a bit of an 'Afterlife Coach' (the name of the film) where he coaches ghosts on getting through the afterlife. He meets an old friend (you) who is back in town after many years for a mutual friends wedding. The story focuses on his journey helping the ghosts around him and getting to know you and falling in love. You were a little nervous for a few of the more romantic scenes, but it is nothing you haven't done before. You've been in many plays and projects where you have had to kiss or be romantic with a partner. This one felt different though, you had met Damien a few times through Amanda and somehow knowing him made it feel a bit awkward. Not to mention the fact that you thought he was incredibly attractive, but that would only help the acting be easier, right? It didn't take long to get to the filming location, Smosh had offered to let Amanda use some of their space for filming. When you walked in you were immediately greeted by Erin, the set coordinator. We chatted for a few moments before she brought me to the set Amanda was working on. You were blown away with all the effort that had gone into really making the set look like a bed and breakfast. There was a lobby, a kitchen, and a bedroom plotted out for various scenes. "Y/N!! You're here!" you heard Amanda's familiar voice yell out as she made her way over to you. She was beaming, and it made you smile. "I'm here and ready to work!" you said, giving her a quick hug. "I hope you are here and ready to fall in love because we are about to make magic" She laughed, but you knew there would be more jokes to come on that front. You looked around and didn't see Damien yet but you noticed several other familiar faces from Amanda's parties. It looked like Angela was running the show, directing and moving people about. You think to your self, this must be the most serious you've ever seen her.

"Damien is wrapping in hair and make-up, he has a few scenes to shoot before you enter so once he is done you're next in the chair!" Amanda talked as she led you to the small room right off the stage. "Hey Trina, this is Y/N, she's up after my little star here" he pointed to Damien, waving her finger around in a funny gesture. She walked off without saying anything else. "Hi Y/N, you can take a seat we are almost done here" Trina said and Damien smiled "How are you feeling?" he asked you politely "I'm good, a bit nervous but I am excited" you admitted, trying to hold back your surprise. His hair was different. Last you had seen him his hair was getting long, but was distinctly dyed a silvery white, but the man sitting in the chair has more of a slick backed 90's look and was dyed completely black. "How about you?" you asked, not mentioning the hair. "I'm good" he said not moving his head as Trina added hair spray and tapped him on the shoulder "You are set" she she smiled and turned back to her kit. You watched as Damien examined his look and quickly turned to you "I've never had black hair, how does it look" it was as if he was scanning your features for an answer. You shook your head "it suits you. I like it a lot" you admitted, your cheeks a bit red. "Did you dye it just for the role?" you follow up with and he smiled and nodded "It felt very Gideon" he said with a chuckle "plus Amanda had a vision and who was I to say no to that?" he added. "Well hopefully I don't have to dye mine, but anything for Amanda right?" you smiled.

"Luckily your hair just needs styled" Trina chimes in. "You ready to hop in the chair?" she asked and you nodded, standing up. "Well I will see you out there" Damien said, leaving the room with a wave. "What a nice boy" Trina said after he left and you nodded "he's really sweet" you agreed. "So, you are the love interest huh?" she turned you to the mirror and talked through a bit of Amanda's vision and you got started. You didn't need anything to crazy, she was going to style your hair and put on some make up and take you over to wardrobe. After you were ready, you headed to the set and took a seat in the corner to watch the scene they were filming. Damien was speaking to a ghost played by Tommy, helping them understand that he has options in the afterlife. Amanda came over after they cut and asked if you were ready. You oddly weren't, your nerves were high but you shook out your hands and planned to fake it til you make it. She led you to the scene in the lobby of the bed and breakfast Damien's character, Gideon, owned. You stepped to your marker and looked to Damien, who was reading the script once before the scene and you smiled to yourself, thinking about how cute his thinking face was. You shook out your hands again, you needed to shake any thoughts like those away.

"Ok" Amanda starts "Damien, Gideon is prepping for two arrivals he has today, both are high school acquaintances in town for your friend Aprils wedding. You are feeling uncomfortable, knowing you will have to make a lot of small talk and feel a need to be more entertaining than with any standard guests" she said, nodding but speaking again before he can talk at all. "Y/N, Gwen is nervous about being back in town. Not only is she having feelings about her close friend getting married and starting 'the rest of her life' " the ending she added finger quotes "but Gwen is also feeling inadequate, not being as advanced in her career as she thought she'd be by now, knowing she'll have tons of people asking about it all weekend." I nod to her "I don't want to give too many notes upfront, lets just vibe" she said and you chuckled. That is so like her.

"Action" she said before taking a seat. You begin walking up to Damien, a smile appearing on his face, it looked so genuine. "Hi, I'm uh checking in under Henry, Gwen Henry" as you reached the counter. "I know exactly who you are" he responded. "I'm Gideon, we had 11th grade history together" he spoke, checking you in. "Of course! Gideon, wow, you look great man. I didn't know you worked here" you could feel your nerves leaving as the conversation, while in character, felt so comfortable. "Yeah, I have been running the place for a few years now. Want me to help you with you bags? I can show you to your room" The two of you walk off scene together before it cuts. You ran the scene a few more times, taking notes as you went. Your characters filmed a bit more together, discussing the upcoming wedding. "Do you need a ride to the wedding? Damien asked you, as you sat at the kitchen table the next morning. "I am going alone so I would be happy to drive you" he added. The first time is character is meant to outright flirt with you. "Unless you have a plus one" his character sits across from you and you look up. "I do not" you smirk, as Amanda had instructed "I would love a ride" you went back to looking at your phone but the smile stayed. "Alright folks, that's a wrap!" Amanda yelled and people began bustling around again. She jumped on set and put her arm around around you "you guys did great today" she pulled you in closer "thank you for doing this" she added and you grinned "literally anything for you, and I didn't even have to dye my hair" you joked "Isn't he the best for that?" Amanda asked "It seems like it" you said before her added in "I really am" with a joking shrug. "

The next morning was filming day two of three, and you had a later call time, the morning being a lot of Damien filming with his ghosty friends. By the time you got to set, things were in full swing, but you had a lot to do to get ready. Your scenes were around attending the wedding of your characters friends. Which meant your make up and hair were done up and you were going to be in a nicer dress. Trina got you in the chair quickly, and she did great work. You needed to take some notes because you loved the way she did your make up. Next was finding the right dress. Amanda had the team bring in a few options to find what would be best. When you tried on the first one, you were instantly relieved that there were more options because this was not it. The dress was too tight in the worst ways. The second dress however fit you like a glove.

You were nervous enough about what you had to film today, you didn't want to also have to worry about how you looked. When you stepped back out to the main set area you were greeted by Amanda's grin "giiiiiiirl" she shook her head "If I wasn't married, I'd be the one falling in love with you today" she made you laugh, it was nice to feel all dolled up even though it was only for a few scenes. The bigger issue was the scene after that. Where you and Damien's character end up in bed together at the inn.

No big deal, just awkwardly laying in bed together, staring into each others eyes, with cameras, cast, and crew all staring at you. Totally fine. "Are you ready?" She asked, her tone more serious "nervous at all?" she asked. "Me?" you responded "never" you faked a laugh and she nodded, but you know she saw right through that.

You filmed a few scenes. It felt like you had to film the scene of you walking out in your dress, Damien seeing you for the first time, over and over. Notes given everytime about changing the reaction, Amanda wasn't sure if she wanted an immediate connection, or if it would be one sided from the start so you got several take options to use. Then a few scenes at the wedding, where your characters ended up dancing together, both drinking and feeling the weight of all your old acquaintances feigning interest in your lives. Gideon calls you both an uber back to the inn, far to drunk to drive. The scene cuts to Gideon helping Gwen to her room. The both of you stumbling and laughing, making jokes about the music and the speeches , but when you reach the room the mood shifts. That shift was hard to capture, filming over and over a small but crucial scene.

"Oh, Gideon..could you help with my dress?" your character says, Damien's face heating up at each take. If you didn't know better you'd think part of it wasn't acting. As his character helps, he sits down on the bed, listening to Gwen continue a story as she changed in her bathroom, door open but just out of view. That is when she climbs into the bed with him, both talking and becoming more comfortable. Only taking two takes to get that just right, natural as could be. It was the next scene, the final scene that caused issue.

Gideon and Gwen lay back on the bed, laughing about the way an old school mate said the word "wildest" in his speech, he'd spent the summer in London and now thinks he has an accent. As your laughing slows, you look at each other. Your characters seeing each other in a new way, but you and Damien could not stop giggling. Ruining the scene each take.

"You guys are KILLING me" Amanda says, giggling herself. "Ok, here is the deal. This scene is everything.. it has to be right. We have a few more scenes to get tomorrow so lets try this again then ok?" she sighs. "In the meantime, I need you two to find a way to get...better?" she said with a shrug "I need you two to look at each other like everything shifted, like your friendship is ending and a relationship is beginning. I don't care if you lay in this bed all night figuring it out...but please figure it out" she walked off and you and Damien looked at eachother as the crew starts to wrap set. "Yikes" he said, breaking the silence. "I'm so sorry" you start in but he cuts you off "hey it is both of us, it is an awkward scene" he lets out a bit of air "Maybe we should actually practice" he suggests and you raise an eyebrow

"Why Damien Haas, are you trying to get me in bed?" you ask with a smirk "Maybe" he smirked back and you and while you started it, it made your cheeks heat up. "We can order in at my place and get more comfortable?" he said, losing the edge to his voice and becoming more sincere.

"That does sound like a good idea" you admit. "I guess we haven't really hung out before, so it would be nice to just shake off the nerves and be more comfortable" you said honestly. "Anything I can pick up on the way to your place?" You ask but he shook his head "no, let me shoot you over my address and we can meet there" you hand him your phone and say goodbye to a few people before taking off and driving to his house. The nerds really hit when you walked up to Damien's door. Were you really here to...lay in bed with a cute boy? This can not be real life.

You knock on the door and hear him shuffle a bit before answering. "Hey!" he said, you could tell he was out of breath. "Sorry was just uh picking up a little" he said, gesturing for you to come in. His place looked so nice. You smiled, turning to face him "This place is very you, I like you" you said and he smiled in return "I tried to make it feel like home" he started walking to the kitchen and you followed behind him. "I thought Italian food would be a good option, so I got a few things from my favorite spot".

"I'm not picky" you smiled and watched him as he made you a plate, setting it at the table. "What can I get you to drink? I have sodas, water, tea" he looked in a cabinet next to him "Oh! I don't drink much but I have a bottle of wine we could crack open" he said, pulling out a bottle. "You know, a glass of wine sounds perfect right now" you chuckled. "You are not wrong, take the edge off" he nodded. "What, you don't often invite women over to lay in your bed and stare at you?" you joked at him

"Oh no, this s a weekly occurrence for me" he joked back. He was always quick with a joke, and you liked playing off of him. You followed him to the table, sitting down "Well now I don't feel special at all" you hold back a laugh.

You both talk, getting to know each other over dinner. You found out you had a lot in common, especially around gaming. You learned he even voiced a character or two that you liked and that was a shocking revelation. "Ok" he says, after cleaning up our plates. "I think we dive right into this. Find a way to be more comfortable with ease" he weighs in "we could like...cuddle on the couch?" he shakes his head "this is so awkward" he covers his face with his hand. You start in, hoping to ease his tension "No no, you're right." you give him a small smile "this IS awkward, don't feel bad" you both are quite for a moment "Cuddle on the couch and watch an episode of TV or something? Let us get get over the awkwardness. Pretend this is a casual date night or something" he nods "we are both actors, we can do that" he says with confidence.

You were trying to contain your feelings as he sat next to you on the sofa, turning on netflix and finding a baking show to watch. That was sweet of him since you said that was your go to type of show. "Is it ok if I put my arm around you?" he asks, not taking his eyes off the screen. "That would be ok" you glance at him. When he placed his arm around your shoulders you instinctively leaned him closer. Your heart picked up as his hand nervously laid against you. You held in your breathing slightly, afraid to move too much, wanting to just take in the moment you are in. You watched the show for several minutes like this, quite but comfortable. "I wish I could bake like this" you said, breaking the silence. "Me too" he said adjusting his arm slightly and gently rubbing his thumb against your arm. You got goosebumps very lightly, hoping he hadn't noticed. You adjust slightly and lay your head against his shoulder, allowing for a slight escalation.

In turn, Damien pulled you in a little closer and for a moment you forgot why you were here. "This is...comfortable" he said eventually and you nodded "Yeah, it is" he could not see your smile, but it was there. "Not nearly as awkward as I thought" you added and he chuckled "Oh you thought cuddling with me would be awkward? Should I be offended?" he said playfully. "or should I be happy you imagined cuddling with me at all?" he kept a playful tone but the comment made your cheeks warm. "I guess there are worse people I could have as a romantic counterpart" you joke back. "I'll take that as a compliment" he said, his thumb moving up and down your arm at a slower pace, your body acutely aware.

"We've proven we can cuddle." you say, not sure how to really say that you want to try laying down now. you feel his head nod and you move to sitting back up. "Do you want to...move to my room?" he said now looking at you. "I think so" you said, realizing how close you two still sat. "Do you..maybe want to talk expectations?" he said a bit quieter than his normal voice. "Cuddling on the couch is one thing I uh-" he stammered a bit "I want to make sure you are comfortable and that I don't overstep here" you bit your lip slightly and his eyes moved to stare but quickly came back to your eyes "Yeah" you try to say confidently "Um, the scene does call for a few things, maybe we could practice all of that.." he trail off, knowing that means a kiss.

"Ok" his smile clear "Lets just practice the scene and stop if we feel too weird. Maybe that is easiest? Lets just be Gideon and Gwen?" he suggests and you felt your shoulders actually relax a bit. "I like that Idea" you add in, starting to stand up. "well, are you going to walk me to my room?" you said in a more confident voice that you use for Gwen. Damien stood up, grabbing your hand and leading you to his room. Your heart pounding in your chest. You couldn't believe the way you were able to continue this exercise without squealing. You reached Damien's room and looked around. He had dark bedding, and low lighting. It was much like you expected it to be but very clean and still inviting in a way.

He sat on his bed, patting next to him. "So, we both are sitting here" he said as you made your way over, sitting next to him. "Laughing about the world wildly" you add and he leaned back, you followed. This time, you turned to look at him and he looked at you. This time, there was no giggling, you both stared for a moment or two before you cracked a smile. "Look at us" he said sitting back up, that had to be 5-6 seconds right? he joked. You sat back up too "Better than before right? This is more comfortable already" you tried to shake out your hands and he watched in amusement. "Am I making you nervous" he said, a hint of joking but more a sense of intimacy in his question. He actually worried that something he was doing was uncomfortable and you shook your head no at first but stopped. "I think It was more nerve racking to do all of this with you in front of everyone, judging our movements, giving us notes, you know?" he nodded, you could tell that just saying it gave him some relief. "I was thinking the same thing" he admitted "I don't want to come off as a weirdo but it felt wrong to potentially kiss you for the first time in front of all those people and immediately receive notes on it." he chuckled slightly. "not really how I imagined it" you said, not thinking about the implications of that statement. "So you imagined it huh? He said leaning into the playfulness. You wanted to backtrack, to say something about it being in the script.

Instead you played off his attitude "what if I have?" you bit your bottom lip and you saw the shift in his face, the corner of his mouth turning upwards and he cocked his head to the side. "Well now you have to share with the class. What exactly did you imagine it being like?" the way his spoke made you take a sharp breath. You leaned in closer to him "to start, there were a lot less people" you say in a low voice. Damien matched your energy leaning in, you two sitting on the bed closely "there are less people here now" he watched your eyes, waiting for any kind of invitation "and yet you still haven't kissed me" you felt his hand on your face before the words left your mouth. "I've also thought about what it would be like to kiss you" his voice low as he inched closer. You closed your eyes, waiting for his lips to meet yours. It was soft at first, testing the waters. You pushed harder against his mouth and you felt him envelop you. His hand now in your hair and his body beginning to press against yours. You fall back on the bed and follows, hovering above you as he gently pulls back.

You look up and him and smile "I think we will be just fine tomorrow" he says, before kissing you again.

#damien haas x reader #smosh fanfiction #smosh fanfic #damien haas

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caitlinbueckers · 1 year ago

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ok Ik you said Pazzi fic in studio but will never get the idea of Paige calling azzi mamas out of my head so just felt like I needed to share an idea for a blurb or to include in anything you write PAIGE CALLINF AZZI MAMAS

anon ur a genius but i am simply a fool who took this prompt and then ran with it and turned it into a random oneshot soooooo i apologize for the minimal use of ‘mamas’ but hope u like it anyway and will implement that in all my writing deadass

pet names.

paige bueckers/azzi fudd.

2.8K.

kinda bullshit rambling but a lil more of a structure to follow???

minimal nsfw so 18+ as fuck

Wait guys let me know how u rly feel bcuz im not suuuper happy w this one

at first, it’s a subtle change.

it’s not like paige is ever actually serious enough for her words to be taken to heart or with any ounce of meaning behind it— she’s a fucking idiot, and azzi was more than well aware of her incessant antics, and the fact that she just played too much.

so, of course it surprises her, but she can’t say it really means anything, until it does.

it’s funny to azzi, really, when recently, all of a sudden, paige will get caught up in her usual tangents that she’s started letting these random, little pet names slip from her lips, mouth moving so fast, almost as if she barely meant it, could barely even call it out herself.

it happens usually when they’re tired— or, at least when azzi’s tired, and paige is excited. sweat clinging to the back of azzi’s neck, her curls drawing up and away from the edges of her hairline, skin flushed and hot to the touch when paige is suddenly breezing past her. she’s somehow still in a jog despite the rigorous drills they’d done, oblivious to the redness of her face or the plastered strands of blonde hair against her forehead. she’s at the tail end of a conversation with KK, still grinning like a fool about whatever they must’ve been chattering about, yelling out some type of phrase or joke that only those two could conjur up.

azzi’s right eyebrow is already lifted, somehow already suspicious and unimpressed of her intentions when paige is launching straight into a new conversation, cheeks still pink and teeth on display as she skips backwards to keep her eyes on azzi.

“i think me an’ KK are ‘finna go play 2K when we get back to the dorms— i told her ass she doesn’t stand like, a single chance when I’ve been on my grind, and she don’t believe me, like, baby, you know i’ve been on that shit,” she clicks her tongue, rolls her eyes before she’s smacking azzi’s arm, giving her a sneaky grin, one that signaled whatever she was offering was really gonna be a delight, (it never was), “you should come chill. you don’t gotta play if you don’t want, you can always be my lil’ cheerleader.”

it wasn’t like her high energy, rapid movement behavior was anything unusual, but that little, barely missable word was.

baby. it rolls off her tongue like it’s been waiting around the whole time, lingering beneath the surface, waiting for the moment to strike. she says it with an ease of comfort she can’t necessarily place, and azzi doesn’t necessarily hate it, but it’s there, nonetheless.

it momentarily stunts her, but azzi still finds herself smiling— not from any type of fluster or flush miraculously, but one that she usually gives paige when she’s amused by her, eyes wide and exaggerated as she huffs out a chuckle. “that sounds… boring, honestly.” but, she’s laughing at the gape on paige’s face anywa, “i need to shower, dude, i don’t wanna watch video games.” she scoffs, before she grins at her, only because she knows it’ll piss paige off.

and it does, so, of course the walk out to the parking lot is filled with a whole lot of, ‘oh my god, bro, you’re so lame.’ or, ‘like, azzi, you can have a turn ‘forreal, like just come over for like, deadass a second.’

ultimately, and unsurprisingly enough, paige ends up getting her way. though, she’ll swear it’s only because azzi takes her shower, does some homework and is in the middle of taking out her braids when the word hits her again, and again, and again.

babybabybaby.

she can’t really blame the way she rolls her eyes despite herself. her and paige had been close for fucking ever, so there wasn’t necessarily much between them that was off limits, but it still resonated within her as something azzi couldn’t just brush off. whether that was more damaging than pretending it never happened, she didn’t have a single clue.

all she did know, was that paige bueckers got her way entirely way too much. so much so, that azzi has to let out an audible groan reserved only for paige, before she texts that she’s on her way over.

and yeah, whatever, maybe it wouldn’t matter so much if it was just a one-off, or if maybe their friendship wasn’t so fucking complicated in the first place.

but then, it does matter, because it doesn’t stop happening.

when paige is frustrated at her homework, sitting plainly with her legs at full extension in the study room with aaliyah, ice, and azzi, it leaves her lips in a huff of exasperation, “azzi, babe, this shit really makes no sense, swear.” even if she’s saying it in the voice that clearly states she hasn’t attempted it for nearly long enough to proclaim she doesn’t get it, “az, can you please just come check it out.” azzi can’t tell what’s worse; the fact that paige had said it, or the fact that nobody had even looked surprised that she did.

or when they’d gotten dressed for media day, everyone milling about as they try not to wrinkle their uniforms or crease their concealer, it’s paige (and eventually nika and aaliyah) that whoops and hollers during azzi’s solo pictures, something like, “yeaaaah princess! nation’s best, babyyyyy! work that shit!” followed by a series of whistles that sounded so off pitch it makes azzi snort, rolling her eyes as she purposely avoids the gaze that paige so obviously wants to capture, teetering at the edges of azzi’s peripheral with a grin so wide it threatens to make her blush.

and, she swears she doesn’t, and instead turns back to the photographer with cheeks only a touch pinker than they were previously, “sorry— can we do that again?”

really, the only time she’d ever allowed herself to actually enjoy it, was on the last night at the hotel after a game. it couldn’t have been later than two or three in the morning, paige and azzi having spent the majority of it whispering beneath the covers, anything to not wake up the two other girls asleep in the other double bed.

it’s not too bad, having to share beds— except that, paige is a chronic cuddler and azzi would rather sleep on the shitty futon than be subjected to paige’s unrelenting weight against her back, or her arms slung lazily over her, but it was because of that precise position that azzi could even hear the words when she says it.

“mmmh-,“ she hums tiredly first, speaking mostly out of her ass, like paige always did when got too tired and let herself start rambling “night, pretty girl.”

it’s soft, and sort of raspy— the way paige gets when she’s been screaming all night on the court, and azzi can really only tell by the amount of ibuprofen that she’d downed before bed being somewhat more than her usual, that she’s probably got a headache. it’s a voice she uses when she’s being sincere.

the quiet sentiment, however insignificant to anyone else, replays in her mind. almost like a secret. almost like the closer she keeps it to her chest, the harder it’ll be to lose it.

it makes her whole body warm all over.

her response comes a few beats later, when she’s sure paige has drifted, and nothing but her measured breath is puffing against azzi’s neck, heard only between the two of them.

“night, p.”

but then, suddenly, everything sort of changes. azzi doesn’t know when this part happened— maybe it’s between the time she kisses her at that bar, tipsy and too close, unaware of the camera that set the internet aflame, and now, where it was customary that paige did homework with her, or ate dinner with her or slept over all the time. perhaps, it’s one selective moment in the chaos between that had suddenly transformed paige’s subtle casualty of the pet names, to something more intimate. more for them, rather for anyone else.

or, maybe it was exactly where they knew they’d end up all along.

it’s after a night out, after neither of them had ever really questioned how this had became their routine. that now, it had become something unspoken, an inherent rule that was followed without it needing to be stated. that, when they got too fucked up with the team, and the ubers were being ordered, azzi and paige always went together, that the address would always end up being paige’s dorm, and that azzi would always be curling into purple sheets by the time she sobers up enough to sleep.

but, she’s not sober. she’s drunk, and her face is flushed hot, sticky with the bar atmosphere. “paige, you’re making me too hot.” azzi complains with an impatient lilt to her voice, lifting her right shoulder up to her neck as if to shrug paige off, but the girl is relentless, humming her denial as she slid a hand across azzi’s thigh, grasping it hard enough that her nails dug into the skin there.

“psh, you’re already hot, shut up.” the words are spoken clumsily, lips brushing against the bare skin of azzi’s shoulder with each word, while a sudden surge of annoyance and somehow gratitude courses through azzi for having worn a sleeveless top, “c’mere, mamas, ‘lemme lay on you.”

she’s being whiny, and it only makes azzi roll her eyes before her gaze flickers to the screen of the car, giving her another light elbow prod, only this time, a short, sneaking smile is crossing her face. “paige, ‘forreal, we’re about to be back anyway.”

this, somehow, only fuels her. “i’m wounded,” she complains, before she’s pressing a little smack of a kiss to azzi’s neck, “my girl’s so mean to me, shit.”

my girl.

what the fuck ever.

azzi should’ve demanded an explanation then, but she doesn’t.

in fact, there’s not an explanation waiting for them when they stumble into paige’s room, their hands in a tight grasp, pulling each other in so that they can both fall against the bed, and azzi really shouldn’t have been expecting one. it’s definitely not explained when they’re somehow under the blankets, and paige has an arm, long and lean, wrapped around azzi’s waist to end somewhere between her legs, fingers finding a rhythm that seems to pull the very air from azzi’s lungs.

it’s not what azzi was expecting to happen, and yet somehow they’d fallen into place like it something they’d done a million times. paige had undressed her, after azzi’s complaint of still feeling too hot, and paige— not even a singular bit sober— finds her hands along the bottom of azzi’s top, tugging it over her head before she tosses her an old basketball camp shirt that had been slung across her dresser.

“you gonna sleep in jeans?” is really what had started it, paige’s pointed tone making azzi’s face burn hot, but the smirk on her face never faltered. “you’re so annoying.”

because then, paige has her fingers hooking into azzi’s waistband, eliciting a string of giggles that escape because fuck, she’s ticklish and paige knows. “what? what am i doing?” the blonde is grinning too, snickering under her breath as azzi’s pants are yanked down her hips, kicked from her feet with minimal effort until azzi feels it. a featherlight kiss was placed to each of her scarred knees, the inside of her thigh, eyes flickering up to azzi’s hazy but steady gaze, “this okay?”

god, azzi hadn’t realized until just then how fucking okay it was.

it’s quiet, sensual even, the way that paige talks her through it— heel of her hand dragging endlessly against her swollen clit, fingers thick as they arched into her, teeth grazing the back of azzi’s shoulder with each word of encouragement.

“c’mon, mamas, jus’ like that.” had anyone known better, they’d think paige must’ve been getting off just to this, by the way her own voice hitched and caught, her own hard swallows that reverberated in azzi’s ear, each laced with little gasps as she plunged into her wetness.

but, azzi did know better— paige was absolutely getting off to it. her voice is all breath, crackling and barely audible, murmuring incoherent mumbles that make it almost incomprehensible to decipher, yet, azzi swears she can understand.

it’s in her ear, over and over, that heat and pressure between her legs building as her hips twitched involuntarily against her knuckles, feels the way they slide deeper within her and azzi lets out a noise that even she’s too embarrassed to recount. “fuck, i wanna hear that shit, need to hear you baby, please.”

it coaxes the orgasm straight from azzi’s core, thighs involuntarily squeezing around paige’s hands, to which the blonde is silent in muted awe. she watches with bleary eyes but bated breath, sitting up only a bit to really witness it. the way azzi’s face drew up, eyebrows furrowed and lips parting, the whimper edged breaths that huffed out of her, the tight clamping of her eyes shut.

“so fucking pretty,” each word is punctuated in a kiss, “so good.”

really, it should’ve been a lot worse for them the next morning. azzi can’t help the wave of a ground shaking realization she gets when she rolls over to inspect paige’s sleeping expression, lips slightly parted, her blonde hair mussed on the pillow behind her. there should’ve been some type of lingering awkwardness that hung above them, some type of trepidation or fear, maybe even regret.

it definitely wasn’t like they talked about it, but they’d also never quite gone this far. did they need to? probably, because azzi knew that the guilt would probably hit sooner or later.

in fact, azzi waits for it to hit, all the way until paige wakes up, and her eyes are a little puffy, watery blue and clear as she blinks up blearily at azzi like she’s the finest thing she’s ever laid eyes on (because she is), and whispers with a grin, “distracted by my beauty?”

she waits even until the next away game, when her legs are propped up over paige’s lap and her fingers are drumming absently against azzi’s thigh, humming something in her headphones with her eyes shut, looking like a complete idiot, before their eyes meet by chance when paige opens them, and suddenly, they’re both grinning.

she even waits for it to hit when the buzzer goes off after the fourth quarter of that game, an easy win, and confetti is thrown. it’s chaos really, with all the girls rushing through the tunnel to get back to the lockers. that is, until, paige pulls her aside for half a second, hidden away from the hungry eyes to press a solid, sweet kiss to her lips.

but it doesn’t end there. azzi waits for it during her injury, when enough nights in linoleum covered white floors with the constant smell of antiseptic start to pierce the inside of azzi’s brain, ruins her attitude enough that paige’s texts go unanswered. and yet, everytime azzi wakes up, the pain in her leg flared and angry, it’s paige that’s sat in the corner of the room, huddled under a shitty hospital blanket, waiting for her to wake up.

it went even as far as the loss against IOWA when the roles are reversed— after the excitement of final four had became real, after the grueling, rampant preparation, and then ultimately, a loss. it’s when azzi gets permission to stick around in paige’s hotel room until she gets back from the game, and the way that the blonde, finally in the safety of the four walls, found herself crumbling to azzi, becoming nothing but a shell of what everyone perceives her to be, everything paige wishes she fucking wasn’t.

it’s only then, that azzi finds herself returning the favor— arms wrapped tight around paige’s waist with a burning, sting in her own eyes that she can feel the moment she sighs against the crown of paige’s head. she can smell the sweat, the smell of a basketball court that had just gotten waxed, but really, azzi just smells paige, and that’s enough to give her the composure she needs to whisper against her head, “don’t be so hard on yourself, baby… you guys did so good.”

and they don’t talk about it, because they don’t need to. the same way they never had to ask the other when it came to the hospital or bus rides or homework dates or hotel rooms— it was unspoken, implied but never mentioned. the same way back when they’d met at USA camp, it was never a matter of conversation for their plays to work, it was all in the matter of a look, or a slight of hand.

and when the team starts asking, giving paige shit about how she’s missing video game nights with KK or azzi’s getting shit about caroline missing her study partner, everybody already knows. when paige tells nika, voice only a little timid as she gives her a condensed version of the last few months like it was a ground shaking news, head tilted to lean on the older girls shoulder, the brunette bursts into laughter. ‘finally, took you guys long enough.’

and really, it was a wonder they hadn’t been like this the whole time.

a wonder that it had taken this long in the first place.

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