#he's a lil screwed up (affectionate)

[randomszzz]

"love has always been the world's best secret ingredient" -> "I'd rather just get rid of them" Joshua kiryu

"there's only one way to stay alive in this shibuya: Trust your partner" -> "in a way, he's been alone all his life" Joshua Kiryu

[azzishands]

My brother's girlfriend - Chapter seven

Paige x Azzi

WC: 8.7k

Warnings: mature content (18+)

A/N: Idek what to say, half of this is like smut, I feel kinda embarrassed ngl

Masterlist

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Paige was coming home from closing the bar when she found Josh on the couch, crying. 

“Hey, Joshy, what’s going on buddy?” Paige immediately sat down next to her brother. 

Josh’s shoulders were slightly shaking with each sob, his breathing erratic and he hid his wet face behind his hands. 

“Josh, talk to me,” Paige said, really worried now. 

“Azzi broke up with me,” he choked out. 

Paige pressed her lips together, but she couldn’t quite help that the corners twitched ever so slightly upwards. Her stomach twisted into knots as the weight of the news settled in her heart. She felt both guilty and relieved, and then guilty again.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered out and wrapped her arm around Josh. 

She felt like a fraud with every breath she took, as if she wasn’t an accomplice to Josh’s heartbreak. 

“I thought this time would be different,” Josh cried. “Because she was different. I’ve never met anyone like her.”

“I know, I know,” Paige patted his back and used her other hand to gently wipe away his tears. 

“What if she was the one, Paige? And I just screwed it up,” Josh buried his face in his hands. “What the hell is wrong with me?”

“Nothing is wrong with you,” A sharp pain stabbed behind Paige’s ribs, as if her heart had flinched with Josh’s harsh words about himself. “Listen to me Josh, you did nothing wrong.”

“How do you know that?” Josh asked desperately. “Did she tell you she was gonna break up with me?”

Paige swallowed nervously. “No,” she shook her head. “Josh, you were a wonderful boyfriend, I have no doubt about that. Sometimes it just doesn't work out. Like me and Sam.”

“You and Sam mutually lost feelings for each other,” Josh said. “I never lost feelings for Azzi.”

Paige didn’t say anything. Her hand behind Josh’s back was still. 

“Did Azzi say she wanted to end it because she lost feelings?” Paige eventually asked.

“Not explicitly. She just said that she couldn’t do it anymore,” Josh sighed. 

“Maybe it has something to do with her personal situation?” Paige said slowly. 

“I don’t think so,” Josh sniffled. “I just think she finally saw that I wasn’t enough.”

Paige let her arms wrap around her brother and leaned her head on his, holding him tightly. 

“Joshy,” she croaked softly. “I know things feel like shit right now, but it’ll be alright. You’ll be alright, I promise you. I’ll make sure of it.”

Her brother leaned into his sister’s safe embrace and took a deep breath, letting her comfort him. 

“I love you, lil bro,” Paige told him affectionately. “We’ll get through this together.”

“Maybe if I hadn’t gone to Europe,” Josh mumbled sadly.

“Don’t do that,” Paige interjected. “Josh, you did nothing wrong.”

“You don’t know that,” Josh argued. 

“I was here,” Paige swallowed. “I saw how you two acted with each other. I know you didn’t do anything wrong.”

Josh took a deep disappointed breath.

“We didn’t have sex at all after I came back from Europe,” Josh revealed. 

Paige snapped her head towards him with a dumfounded face. 

“I know,” Josh scoffed at her reaction. “I should’ve known, right?”

“Wha- did she tell you why?” Paige asked carefully. 

“No. She just said she didn’t want to, and I didn’t question it-”

“-because you’re not a jerk,” Paige finished for him with a sigh. 

“But now I’m just thinking, what if she met someone else while I was gone? And that’s why she didn’t want to have sex with me anymore? And that’s why she broke up with me? Fuck, I shouldn’t have left.”

Paige cleared her throat in distress, shifted her position on the couch and swallowed nervously. She took a deep breath and looked Josh in the eyes. 

“Josh,” she said. “I need to- I- Um- You should know that-”

“Yes?” 

Paige sighed. 

“Azzi didn’t meet someone else,” she said at last. “If she did, I would’ve noticed.”

Josh exhaled in relief, while the knot in Paige’s throat tightened, making it feel like she was being choked.

“You don’t know how good it felt to hear that,” he choked out and started to tear up again. 

Paige just held him closer and shut her eyes, feeling the tears starting to well up in her own eyes as well. 

She was officially a homewrecker to her own brother.

Paige felt disgusted with herself. Seeing him wrecked like this made it all too real, and she regretted everything.

How could she have done this to her own brother?

—-----

Azzi felt nervous and stressed out. 

She had been too occupied with worrying about breaking up with Josh, she didn’t even think of how nerve wracking it would be to actually try and approach Paige now that she didn’t live with her. 

What could she even do? Show up at the apartment with flowers in her hand, asking her out? No, Josh could be the one who opened the door, and that would just be a catastrophe. 

Should she go to Velvet and surprise her? No, she would rather see Paige alone and not at her work. 

Maybe she could just write to Paige and tell her that she’s single now, and that they have the green light. 

No, that’s too insensitive. 

For having lived with Paige for over a month and had sex with her twice, Azzi somehow felt even more nervous and timid at the thought of Paige now. Just thinking about those blue eyes and that smile made her stomach do flips. 

“Azzi!” her dad yelled from downstairs. 

She sighed and left her thoughts about Paige alone for a second to walk downstairs and see what her dad wanted.

“Yes?” she asked and leaned on the doorframe to their kitchen. 

Her dad had just woken up from another night out filled with liquor, and he was sitting by the kitchen table, holding his head in his hands. The whole kitchen smelled like alcohol and sweat, a smell that Azzi unfortunately was used to by now. 

“Can you make me some breakfast? I don’t feel too good,” he sighed and looked at her with shame. “I would do it myself, but I don’t think I can stand up.”

“Fine,” Azzi said with a tired expression and made him a toast with eggs and bacon. She served him and herself and sat down with him at the table. 

“I’m so happy you’re back home sweetie,” he smiled gratefully and took a bite of his toast. 

“I know, dad,” she just said and ate her toast as well. 

“I’m sorry you and Josh didn’t work out,” he added. “He was a good guy.”

“You met him twice, and you were blackout drunk both times,” she deadpanned. 

Her dad just looked down at the table in slight shame, knowing that she was right, as he had no memories of him at all. 

“Still, he was a good guy. You told me so yourself,” he mumbled at last. 

“He was. He is,” Azzi swallowed.��

“So why didn’t it work out?”

“I…” Azzi hesitated. “I started to have feelings for someone else.”

“Who?”

Azzi felt her heart thumping loudly in her chest. Telling her dad about Paige didn’t necessarily make her nervous. She knew that he didn’t care about it being a woman, but the fact that it was Josh’s sister was still very much questionable in every aspect.

“Paige, Josh’s sister,” she revealed quietly. 

It was as if her dad suddenly sobered up and looked at her with a real frown. 

“His sister?” he asked, bewildered. 

“Yeah,” she exhaled slowly, and suddenly, it felt like she couldn’t keep it in any longer. 

It was as if the truth was starting to rebel in her body, wanting to get out of her prison of guilt, searching, needing, begging for validation that she was still a person worthy of love. 

“I cheated on him with her,” she blurted out with a broken voice. 

“Azzi,” her dad said with a deep sigh and a disapproving shake of his head. 

Azzi felt the lump in her throat just from hearing the disappointment in her dad’s voice. Her dad, an incompetent lousy father figure with alcohol problems, was disappointed in her.

What had her life turned into? 

“Go ahead, condemn me,” Azzi said carelessly, but her voice gave it away with a tremble. 

“That’s not the sort of woman I raised you to be,” he said sternly. 

Nothing could’ve made Azzi angrier than hearing her dad utter those words. 

“Raised me to be?” she stood up angrily from the table. “You checked out the moment mom left! You haven’t been present for years. You’re just existing, you’re not even living anymore!”

Deafening silence took over the moment Azzi stopped. Her dad had nothing to say. He just looked at her with a neutral expression, waiting for her to be done. 

Azzi couldn’t stand the way he just looked at her, as if he couldn’t care less that what she just said was true. She had taken care of herself and him through hell and back, and not even in her weakest moments could he acknowledge that. 

“You’re unbelievable,” she let out hopelessly, and left the house. 

She didn’t know where to go, but she just took her car and drove away from the house she grew up in. Paige’s apartment was not even an option, even though she knew that Josh would let her stay there despite them being broken up. But that’s why she couldn’t go there, she didn’t want to exploit Josh’s kindness like that. Not after having broken his heart. 

Azzi’s mind was racing with what options she had. She couldn’t go to Caroline again, it was too far. 

Maybe Jana could take her in for some days?

But when Azzi really thought about it, she realized that all she really wanted was for some space of her own. 

She didn’t have a lot of money, but enough to get a hotel room to escape her reality just for a few days at least. Right now, the price of her comfortability seemed to be worth it. 

The room was small but warm, like a quiet sigh at the end of a long day. Soft lighting bathed the space in a golden glow, and the bed, dressed in crisp white sheets, looked irresistibly inviting. It wasn’t fancy, but it was peaceful and just what Azzi needed. 

Azzi let herself sneak under the covers and rest her head on the soft pillows. It wasn’t even night yet, and she was already exhausted. She couldn’t help but think about the blonde woman who always looked at her like she had hung the moon. 

She was done overthinking, she just wanted to see Paige as soon as possible now. 

Azzi Fudd: ‘Hey, I’m staying at a hotel for a couple nights. Come see me tonight?’

She then proceeded to send her address. 

Paige Bueckers: ‘I’ll be there at 7’

Azzi let out a breath of relief from the reply and smiled to herself. At least one good thing would come out of this day. 

----

The door hadn’t even fully opened before Paige was wrapped in a hug, not even a second to see who it was - just warmth, all at once.

“Hey,” she chuckled and reciprocated the hug with a big grin on her face. 

“I’ve missed you,” Azzi said into Paige’s chest. 

“You saw me just a couple of days ago,” Paige smiled and let herself inhale the scent of Azzi’s shampoo.

“I broke up with Josh,” Azzi said and let go of the older one and stepped inside the hotel room, taking a seat on the bed. 

“I know,” Paige pursed her lips and sat down in a chair in the corner of the room. “He told me.”

Azzi looked at Paige surprised. “He did?” 

“Yeah. Last night,” she replied. “He’s pretty heartbroken over you.”

Azzi felt the guilt inside her bubble up again, and she just looked down at the floor in silence at that. 

“I actually came over here to talk to you,” Paige then said, and Azzi lifted her gaze at her, curiously.

“Okay,” Azzi nodded. 

Paige looked at her with her fingers fidgeting in her lap. There was something in her eyes that unsettled Azzi. 

“I don’t think we should see each other again,” Paige then said.

And Azzi’s heart shattered in the same moment. 

“What?” She blinked away her tears that were already starting to brim her eyes. 

Paige’s eyes were watery too now.

“Paige, we didn’t even get to- I mean we- you-” Azzi was stammering in desperation. 

“I can’t do this to Josh,” Paige whispered helplessly as a tear rolled down from her left eye. 

“But I…” Azzi didn’t know what to say. 

“I just lied to his face, saying that you didn’t meet someone else, when in reality, I’m the reason you’re breaking his heart,” Paige shook her head, disappointed in herself. “I’m supposed to be his big sister. I’m supposed to protect him, not go behind his back and stab him.”

“I get that, Paige,” Azzi said sadly. “But the damage is already done. Us dating is not worse than us going behind his back.” 

“That’s not how it works,” Paige said quietly. “How could I ever bring home the person that hurt him?”

Azzi fell silent. 

“Is that all I am now? The person that hurt him?” Azzi asked.

“Of course not,” Paige exhaled. “You know how I feel about you. But I don’t think Josh could see you with anyone else without hurting him, especially not with me.”

“Paige, I don’t mean for us to be official right away, but if we could just give us a chance and see where things go, maybe he’ll be over it by the time we’re something serious,” Azzi said desperately. 

The blonde woman rose from her chair and sat down beside Azzi and took her hand in her own, rubbing her thumb over Azzi’s knuckles. 

“I want to,” Paige whispered. “But I can’t. He’s my brother Azzi, his well-being comes first.”

“We didn’t even get a chance,” Azzi said with a defeated voice. 

Paige looked at Azzi with mournful eyes. Nothing was fair. 

“Maybe in another lifetime,” Paige whispered. 

“Maybe in another lifetime,” Azzi repeated tearfully. 

Timing had never really been on their side.

Paige let her hand land on Azzi’s wet cheek and leaned in. Azzi didn’t hesitate. Their lips met softly, both knowing that it wouldn’t lead to anything. It wasn’t romantic, it wasn’t sexual, it was just a goodbye without saying it. 

Azzi melted into the kiss, wanting to prolong their last moment together for as long as she could. But everything comes to an end eventually. Her whole body was vibrating from the touch and she could feel electricity on her lips as they parted. 

Paige rose from the bed and walked towards the door. But before she left, she looked back at Azzi one last time. 

“You take care now,” she said and gave her a final nod. 

Azzi nodded back, unable to say anything back. Paige closed the door after her and Azzi crawled into bed and cried herself to sleep, wanting to sleep through this life until the next one began. 

And she dreamed of the next life - the one that would have Paige written in the stars for her.

----

It wasn’t Azzi’s best idea. Hell, it wasn’t even her worst idea, it was just pure evil scheming at this point. 

But she was bitter and heartbroken, which wasn’t the best combination for sound thinking. And that’s how she ended up at Velvet, flirting up a random guy at one of the booths in the corner. 

She had taken Jana with her into the bar that the blonde one was working at, and they had immediately spotted the group of guys in the booth making eyes at them when they had walked in. It was perfect. It was just the reaction Azzi had wanted.

Jana didn’t know that this was a ‘get-your-girl-back’ mission. All she knew was that Azzi had broken up with her boyfriend and wanted to get back out there again. And as the good friend she was, who also happened to like partying with guys, she was all up for the night Azzi had planned for them. 

Paige hadn’t been behind the bar when they had entered, but Azzi wasn’t worried. She knew that she would be there, sooner or later, since she had spotted Paige’s car outside. 

It had been two weeks since their last interaction at the hotel room. Two weeks of constant aching for the blonde. The fact that Azzi was closer to having Paige when she was dating Josh than now as single was fucking her in the head. It didn’t make any sense. 

Although, it did make sense and she only felt her heart ache stronger at the fact that Paige was just trying to be a good big sister to Josh. It was unfair, how Paige was trying to do the right thing, only made Azzi want to do the wrong thing even more. 

Azzi was wearing a black mini dress covered in rhinestones, making it shimmer with a glamorous feel to it. The dress had spaghetti straps and a very deep V-line cut, showing a lot of her cleavage.

Mark, the guy who she was sitting next to, had a very hard time not to look right where her skin was showing. If it wasn’t her cleavage, it was her long legs. 

“So what do you do, Azzi?” he asked with a smile. 

Azzi was sitting by the edge of the booth with a compromised view of the bar. She occasionally glanced towards it to see if a certain blonde would be behind the bar, but she had yet to spot her. 

“Um, I work at a cafe,” she answered, slightly distracted. “What about you?”

“I sell cars,” he said and proudly nodded his head like it was a big deal. 

“Amazing,” Azzi just said and sipped on her vodka cranberry that Jana had brought to her. 

“I like your dress,” Mark complimented her.

“Thank you,” she smiled sincerely. 

“So… You wanna get out of here?” 

Azzi wanted to laugh at his obvious attempt to get laid. She had only been there for half an hour, and he was making a move already, and it wasn’t a very smooth one. 

“Not quite yet,” Azzi smirked and cocked her head to the side. “I wanna hear more about the car selling business first.”

Mark let out a chuckle at her response, and tried to smoothly wrap his arm around her shoulders. Azzi didn’t mind. In fact, it was perfect. And the moment he let his arm loosely hang around her shoulders, she realized that it felt kind of nice. Or maybe it was the alcohol talking. 

She looked up at him and smiled. 

“So, tell me all about it, Mark,” she fluttered her eyelashes at him. 

And he did. 

It wasn’t particularly interesting, but it made her completely miss the way a certain blonde woman was shooting daggers at them from across the room behind the bar. 

“Is that fucking Azzi?” Paige seethed at the sight. 

“Where?” Alexine asked.

“In the booth in the corner, with some ugly ass guy,” Paige snarled. 

“Oh, yeah,” Alexine spotted them. The couple looked very engulfed in their conversation, with his arm casually around her body. 

“What the fuck is she doing here?” Paige angrily shook the cocktail shaker. 

“Maybe they’re on a date and he just happened to take her here,” Alexine offered. It only made things worse. 

“It hasn’t even been two weeks since she broke up with my brother, and now she’s all over a new one?” Paige’s words dripped with venom. What she actually wanted to say was how it hasn’t even been two weeks since she had ended things with Azzi. 

“You slept with her while she was with your brother,” Alexine deadpanned. “You don’t have the right to judge her.”

Paige huffed angrily at how right Alexine was, but couldn’t tear her eyes away from the couple in the booth. Azzi was laughing at something the guy had said and had gently slapped him on his chest, making Paige see red. 

“Fucking sl-”

“-Don’t you dare,” Alexine interrupted her with a glare. 

Paige let out a sharp breath in annoyance and gratitude all at once. She knew she would regret those words as soon as they would escape her lips anyway. 

“What’s the problem anyway? She’s single and hot as fuck, she was obviously gonna find a new one sooner or later,” Alexine shrugged. “Are you this jealous over a hookup?”

“She wasn’t just a hookup,” Paige blurted out, and Alexine snapped her head towards her with wide eyes. 

“Wait, what?”

“We- uh… There were feelings involved, for the both of us,” Paige confessed. 

“So how come she’s feeling up another guy instead of you right now?” Alexine questioned, and Paige felt like she was one second away from doing something she would regret from the sigh of Azzi clearly caressing the guy's leg. 

“Because I didn’t want to hurt Josh,” Paige said with clenched teeth. 

“Oh my,” Alexine said, bewildered. “Isn’t that a little too late?”

“No!” Paige protested. “If we would date, he would inevitably find out that we started before they had broken up. If we don’t date, he doesn’t ever have to know.”

“So, you were the one to reject Azzi?” Alexine asked. 

“I guess,” Paige said. 

“Oh,” Alexine started to laugh. “I see.”

“What?” Paige turned to look at her in utter confusion. “What’s funny?”

“Nothing,” Alexine just shrugged and walked out to give some customers their drinks. 

Paige turned her gaze back to the pair in the booth and felt like she was one second away from smashing the glasses on the counter. 

Azzi was sitting on his lap, leaning back into his big frame with a smile. 

“Why don’t you crush some ice for the mojito,” Alexine hurriedly returned and suggested, alarmed at Paige’s grip on the glasses and her death stare. 

The bartender snatched the glasses out of Paige’s hands, and handed her the ice wrapped in a towel for her to crush. Paige tore her eyes away from Azzi and silently grabbed an empty bottle and started to aggressively smash the ice. 

“That’ll do it, before she hurts someone,” Alexine muttered and observed the way Paige was attacking the ice. 

While the crazy blonde was focused on smashing the ice, Alexine slipped away quietly and made her move toward Azzi’s table.

She brought a tray and started to collect the empty glasses on the table that was surrounded by a group of people. 

Azzi looked up at her without missing a beat.

“Hi Azzi,” Alexine greeted with a mischievous grin. 

“Alexine,” Azzi smiled brightly. 

“You enjoying your night?” the bartender asked with a big smirk and looked her up and down in the guy’s lap.

“Oh, I am,” Azzi replied with a playful glint in her eye. “How is your night going?”

The whole table looked at the interaction in silence. Jana was looking between the two in confusion. She didn’t know that Azzi knew the staff here. 

“It’s alright. I’m stuck behind the bar with a crazy livid blonde who definitely needs someone to help her blow off some steam before she kills someone,” Alexine shrugged casually, as if it was a normal thing to reveal. 

“What?” Jana asked bewildered with a frown and looked at Azzi in confusion, whose smile only grew wider. 

Alexine leaned in to Azzi’s ear and whispered very quietly:

“Your ex is out of town tonight. Paige’s shift ends in ten minutes, her car is parked in the back. Do with that what you want.” 

The bartender leaned back with raised eyebrows, as if she was asking Azzi silently what she thought about it. 

Azzi looked at Alexine with a grateful smile. “Thank you.”

“Thought you should know,” Alexine gave her a wink and then left them alone. 

“What was that?” Jana asked her, confused with the whole interaction. “Do you know her?”

“She’s an acquaintance,” Azzi replied. 

“What did she say?” Mark asked, and Azzi suddenly realized that she was still very much sitting on his lap.

She awkwardly slid off his lap and gave him an apologetic smile. 

“She just reminded me of something. Actually, I think I have to go,” Azzi said and pursed her lips. 

“What?” Mark and Jana exclaimed in unison. 

“Are you gonna be okay?” she asked Jana and completely ignored Mark. 

“Why are you leaving so soon? We’ve barely been here an hour,” Jana questioned. 

Azzi leaned over the table to whisper in her ear.

“I’m going home with the bartender.”

Jana just looked at her with a gaping mouth in astonishment. 

“Azzi Fudd, you are one naughty girl,” Jana eventually broke into a big grin and laughed. Azzi knew that Jana probably thought that she meant Alexine, but she didn’t care. Jana didn’t have to know. 

“I’ll see you at work,” Azzi grabbed her purse and gave Jana a kiss on the cheek before standing up, turning on her heels.

“Wha- wait!” she heard Mark call out for her, but she just kept on walking. 

Paige was too occupied with muttering cusswords to herself, finishing the mojitos in fury, to notice Azzi walking out the door. But Alexine saw it, and smiled victoriously to herself. 

“Hey, your shift ends soon,” she reminded her. 

“I can stay longer,” Paige just mumbled and looked up to the booth in the corner. Alexine saw the way Paige’s eyes immediately widened with the realization that Azzi was gone. She started to look around in stress. 

“Who are you looking for?” Alexine teased. 

“The fuck? Did they leave?” Paige’s voice was panicked and angry. 

“Who?” 

“Azzi and that manwhore!” Paige spat out and kept on looking around like a crazy person. 

“Paige, why don’t you just go home, make yourself a relaxing bath and have a chill night?” Alexine suggested, trying to get her to leave. 

“Oh yeah, right,” Paige laughed humorlessly. “I’ll just go home to my empty apartment while Azzi is fucking some guy. Great.” 

“Girl, you’re obsessed," Alexine exclaimed in frustration and decided that she had had enough. She started to push her to the door that led to the back. 

Paige let herself be pushed but was still not done expressing her dislike to the whole situation. 

“Hasn’t even been two weeks, oh my God,” she muttered bitterly. 

“Seriously Paige, just get out of here and take out your anger issues on something else. Or even better, someone else,” Alexine sighed and finally got Paige to enter through the door. 

Alexine hastily closed the door and left Paige alone in the employee lounge that led to the backdoor exit. 

Paige just frowned at Alexine’s last words. What was she even talking about?

She sighed to herself. She couldn’t get out the image of Azzi in that minidress, sitting on that guy’s lap. 

She was infuriatingly jealous. 

How come everyone else but her could have Azzi?  

Paige angrily stomped to the hallway and grabbed her jacket, before clocking out. 

She knew that she had no right to feel this angry or jealous. After all, she had been the one to end things between them. But her reactions were out of her control. And the fact that Azzi was moving on from her this fast made her feel indescribably betrayed and hurt. 

Paige yanked the door open out to the alley that was located behind the bar and stopped dead in her tracks the same second she lifted her gaze. 

Azzi was leaning against her car with her arms crossed, eyeing her up and down with a look that gave nothing away.

Paige’s breath got caught in her throat and her pulse spiked through the roof. 

Neither of them said anything. They just looked at each other. 

Paige started moving once she got over the initial shock to the other side of the car and opened the door to the driver’s seat.

“Get in the car,” she ordered sternly, without even looking at Azzi. 

The car ride was silent, but Azzi’s heartbeat was pounding in her ears. Paige almost looked manic and kept her intense eyes on the road, not even acknowledging Azzi beside her. The atmosphere in the car was thick with tension, and Azzi almost didn’t dare to breathe too loudly or she was afraid she would make Paige snap. It should worry her, how exciting it felt to see Paige this intense. 

Paige parked the car outside the apartment complex and got out, and Azzi followed her lead. Out of nowhere, without even looking at her, Paige extended her open palm towards Azzi and waited for her to take it. 

Azzi blinked in surprise. She tangled her fingers together with Paige’s and let herself be led inside the apartment she used to live in. 

They had barely spent a second inside, and Azzi was already pressed against the door with a gasp, with Paige’s strong hands on either side of her head, holding her wrists in a tight grip. 

“What the hell were you doing in my bar, sitting on somebody else’s lap right in front of me?” Paige growled. 

Azzi stared into Paige’s blue ones with a challenging glint, as if she wasn’t a complete mess who would do anything for Paige to touch her.

“We’re not together,” Azzi said back with daring and defiant eyes. 

“We never were,” Paige snapped. “Doesn’t mean you’re not mine in every other way that counts.” 

“You can’t reject me and have me,” Azzi snapped back. “You can’t have both.”

“Your body is saying otherwise,” Paige said smugly and looked at Azzi’s arching body. 

“Shut up,” Azzi breathed hard and tried to move her wrists from Paige’s grip, but to no avail. 

“You’re already mine,” Paige’s eyes were dark and dazed, even in her sober state, and Azzi’s breath caught in her throat at her words. 

Azzi felt helpless under her gaze. She felt weak from her touch and defenseless against her words. 

She was already Paige’s. She couldn’t even deny it. 

“Prove it,” Azzi said defiantly, just above a whisper. 

Paige let go of Azzi’s wrists and lifted her up off the ground in one swift movement. She just slowly walked to her bedroom with Azzi’s legs around her waist, her eyes never leaving the brown ones, and gently put her down on her bed. 

Azzi felt her whole body tingle in anticipation. She loved Paige’s strong arms holding her up. She loved her roughness and her gentleness and the wonderful mix that Paige was. 

Paige leaned down and kissed Azzi unexpectedly softly. It wasn’t rushed or hungry, it was sensual and slow. 

Paige took her time. Her lips were massaging Azzi’s thoughtfully, and her hands were staying still on Azzi’s waist. 

Azzi felt herself getting dizzy from just her kisses. Paige was kissing her like she was afraid to lose her. So much emotion was poured into every movement of Paige’s lips, and Azzi felt overwhelmed with awe by receiving such vulnerability from the older one. 

A soft whimper escaped her lips and it was almost embarrassing because Paige was hardly even touching her. 

At last, Paige swiped her tongue on Azzi’s bottom lip and started moving her hands down to the end of the minidress, slowly dragging the fabric up Azzi’s body. 

They sat up so Paige could pull off the dress completely, throwing it on the floor somewhere.

Paige’s eyes darkened the moment she looked down between them, realizing that Azzi wasn’t wearing any underwear. 

“You sat on his lap without any fucking underwear?” she exhaled, and felt the anger start to rise up again. “In this fucking minidress that practically covered nothing already?”

Azzi’s lips just curved into a smug smirk. 

Paige immediately got off the bed and rummaged through her nightstand. 

Azzi almost felt the drool spill from her lips the moment she saw the strap in Paige’s hands, and her heartbeat hammered in her chest. 

She was fucked. In the best way possible. 

Paige removed all her clothes and Azzi sat on the bed and admired her view. The smooth skin, her perky tits, her long defined legs and her muscular arms. She was just perfect.

Azzi couldn’t help but smile to herself as Paige was putting on the harness. This was exactly what she had wanted, and the pooling wetness between her legs was proof of that. 

“You want this?” Paige asked and walked towards the bed. 

Azzi nodded and sat on the edge of the bed on her knees and looked up at Paige.

“Lay on your back,” Paige growled and Azzi obeyed. She tipped her head over the edge of the bed, knowing exactly what Paige wanted. 

Paige positioned herself in front of Azzi who was now upside down, making the tip of the strap meet Azzi’s lips.

Azzi opened her lips and welcomed Paige’s dick in her warm mouth. Paige didn’t hesitate. She pushed herself deeper into Azzi’s throat, making Azzi squirm from the sudden inability to breathe. But just as fast, Paige pulled back again and Azzi let out a deep groan. 

Paige’s pussy was throbbing so hard it hurt. Seeing Azzi’s naked body laid out in front of her while having her dick in her mouth, looking up at her with those big brown eyes from underneath, with her throat all exposed - it wrecked her.

“You like that, Azzi?” Paige rasped and bucked her hips deeper into Azzi again. “You like choking on my dick?”

Azzi slightly gagged on it with a whine, and Paige leaned forward with her hands and caressed Azzi’s breasts, making her moan around the strap. 

Paige leaned further and steadied herself with her hand on Azzi’s stomach and started to buckle her hips in and out of Azzi’s open mouth while her other hand slid down to Azzi’s pulsating pussy. 

“You’re making a mess,” Paige mumbled as she felt Azzi’s dripping wetness on her fingers. 

Azzi swiftly grabbed the strap in her hand and took it out from her mouth, and before Paige could even react, Azzi used her hands to pull Paige towards her and latched her mouth to Paige’s slit. 

“Fuck!” Paige grunted at the sudden pleasure and looked down. The strap was resting on Azzi’s chest, all covered in her saliva while her face was buried in between Paige’s legs. 

Paige didn’t feel in control of her own body. She grinded down on Azzi’s tongue and supported herself with her hands on Azzi’s strong abs. 

“Your tongue feels so fucking good,” Paige moaned. She lifted up her leg onto the bed and Azzi shimmied down, getting to rest her head fully on the bed as Paige sat down on her face, her knees on either side of her head. 

Azzi was eating her out like she was starving. And in a sense, she was. She needed all of Paige, all the time. 

She moved her hands up over Paige’s torso and palmed her breasts, making the woman sitting on top of her whimper. She gently pinched her nipples and massaged them in her big hands. 

Paige’s plan had been to punish Azzi, making her regret ever setting her eyes on that unworthy man. But here she was, being a whimpering mess on top of her, feeling herself starting to fall apart on Azzi’s tongue. 

She was completely defenseless against the younger one, and she wondered for a split second if she had ever even stood a chance from the start?

Her legs were starting to tense up as the pleasure was starting to build something deep in her lower stomach. 

“I’m gonna come,” she breathed out and shut her eyes tightly.

Azzi snuck one of her arms under Paige’s leg and reached up with her hand to pull on her blonde hair. 

“Ah!” Paige let out a breathy moan as her head was jerked backwards with her hair and loved the way Azzi just did whatever she wanted with her. 

Azzi’s tongue was relentless. She was steadfastly moving it in the perfect rhythm, following Paige’s movements of her grinding hips. 

Paige was close. She rode Azzi’s face harder and heard her gasp for air under her, but she didn’t stop massaging her clit with her tongue. 

“Azzi!” Paige cried out as her climax hit her, and it hit her hard. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her mouth hanging open, letting out breathy nonsense sounds and her whole body was trembling, the muscle contractions pulsating through her whole body. 

Azzi moaned under her. She had never heard anything sexier than Paige calling out her name in pure bliss. She never wanted to stop making Paige feel good, and she didn’t. She kept on licking her through it all, to the point where Paige had to scramble off of her from overstimulation. 

“Fuck,” Paige exhaled all dazed and straddled Azzi’s hips, the strap still very much on. “You’re something else.”

“Was that a good enough apology for sitting on that guy’s lap?” Azzi smiled and licked her lips, enjoying the taste of Paige. 

Paige let out a short humorless laugh and she let her fingertips draw random patterns on Azzi’s stomach. 

“No.”

“Then tell me what I need to do,” Azzi whispered out, shuddering from Paige’s soft touch. 

“Get on all fours,” Paige said and climbed off of her.

Azzi swallowed and obediently switched her position onto standing on her knees, supporting her upper body with her hands on the sheets in the middle of the bed, waiting for further instructions. 

“Good girl,” Paige purred and positioned herself right behind her with her knees in between Azzi’s. The strap was grazing Azzi’s clit from underneath, and she started to instinctually rub herself against it in subtle motions. But Paige caught it. 

Paige leaned her entire upper body down against Azzi’s which made her collapse down onto the mattress with a loud grunt, suddenly having Paige’s entire body weight on top of her. 

“How come every time I call you a good girl you instantly turn into a brat?” Paige growled in her ear. “It’s almost like you want me to punish you.”

Azzi bit her lip and loved the feeling of Paige’s entire weight on her. 

“Please Paige,” Azzi whispered out impatiently.

“Please what?” Paige asked, still holding her down. 

“Please fuck me daddy.”

“Fucking hell,” Paige groaned out loud and slammed the strap into Azzi without warning, making her scream. 

“Don’t fucking call me that unless you want me to lose my shit,” Paige rasped and pounded Azzi’s pussy with her dick in hard slow strokes. 

Azzi was gone. Paige’s skin was slapping her ass every hit and Azzi let out the most erotic noises, it sounded borderline pornographic. Her hands were gripping the sheets, trying to hold onto something while Paige just fucked her with her whole body weight rested on top of her. 

She loved it. She loved the feeling of Paige’s skin all over her, Paige’s face buried in the crook of her neck, breathing hard in her effort to pleasure her and the involuntary groans escaping her lips straight into Azzi’s ear. 

Paige suddenly pulled out of Azzi and propped herself up, grabbed Azzi’s hips in the process, lifting her butt in the air. She pushed Azzi’s upper half back down into the sheets and stood up on her feet on the bed, squatting with her legs apart and sank down into Azzi again, pushing the entirety of the shaft into her.

“Paige!” Azzi moaned by the new position that let the strap hit her even deeper than before, hitting her right on her g-spot. Her legs were sprawled and her face buried in the sheets, until Paige grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it back, letting her see her already fucked out face. 

“You’re taking it so good, Azzi baby,” Paige praised her, her skin slapping Azzi’s with every deep stroke, the strap’s base smacking into Azzi’s clit each time. 

Azzi couldn’t speak. She was lost in a subspace where everything but the pleasure she was receiving was tuning out. Her eyes were rolled to the back of her head, she almost looked possessed.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Azzi whined and pushed herself back against Paige, earning a loud groan from the older one. 

Seeing Azzi’s arch drove her insane. Paige pulled Azzi’s hips back while meeting her halfway. The sound from it alone, the constant moans slipping out of Azzi’s mouth and the stimuli Paige was feeling from the strap satisfied all her senses.

Paige pushed herself in completely and stilled her motion while throwing herself onto Azzi with all her weight again, making Azzi’s knees give in. She flopped down onto the bed with Paige on top of her, and before Azzi could react, Paige held her waist tightly and rolled them over.

Azzi found herself on her back, sprawled on top of Paige’s front torso, her legs spread apart by Paige’s spread legs.  

Paige didn’t waste any time. She snaked one of her arms around Azzi and held her securely in place on top of her, while her other hand reached down between Azzi’s legs, softly rubbing her clit while still pushing into her with slow and deep strokes.

“Oh my God,” Azzi threw her head back on Paige’s shoulder, mouth hanging open, eyes shut tight and her hands grabbing Paige’s arm in an attempt to ground herself. 

“You like that?” Paige mumbled in her ear, their faces next to each other. “You like daddy’s dick deep in you?”

“Mhm,” Azzi whined breathlessly. 

“Tell me Azzi, who do you belong to?” Paige asked, pounding into her from below.

“You, daddy,” Azzi moaned. 

“That’s right,” Paige mumbled, pleased. “And whose pussy is this?”

“Yours, fuck,” Azzi was close. 

“Say it again,” Paige panted into her ear.

“I’m yours, Paige,” Azzi moaned breathlessly. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

“Mmm, good girl,” Paige gave an open mouthed kiss to her ear, making it tingle all over Azzi’s body in addition to being on the verge of coming. “Letting me fuck you however I want, taking you from behind and sucking me off, you took it so well, princess. You can come on my dick now baby, you’ve been so good.”

Paige felt Azzi clench around the strap but kept on fucking her tight pussy and her fingertips still massaging her clit. 

“Paige,” Azzi moaned and her whole body tensed up on top of her, already starting to twitch from the high. 

Azzi’s hand flew to the hand Paige had on her clit and threw it away, while her other hand gripped Paige’s waist hard, signaling for Paige to stop moving. 

Paige slowed down and stopped moving altogether, gently shimmying down under Azzi’s body to slide the strap out of her. 

Azzi rolled off of her with heavy breaths. 

Paige started to unbuckle the harness, but Azzi quickly put her hand on top of hers, preventing her from proceeding. 

“What are you doing?” Azzi asked out of breath. 

“I’m taking it off?” Paige said, confused. 

“We’re not done yet,” Azzi simply stated and sat up on the bed and tightened the harness back on. 

“My God, you’re insatiable,” Paige smiled and looked at her in adoration. 

“You’re a quitter,” Azzi playfully smiled, and Paige felt her heart literally skip a beat.

“Fuck, I love your smile,” Paige blurted out like it was a secret she had kept for herself. 

Azzi’s whole face lit up and beamed from ear to ear, the most radiant smile plastered on her face and Paige was rewarded with a dose of dopamine. 

“Stop, you’re making me blush,” she dove down with her face first into Paige’s chest and buried it there. 

Paige laughed and immediately moved her hands to massage Azzi’s scalp. Azzi moved her head to Paige's breast and without being prompted wrapped her lips around Paige’s nipple, swirling her tongue.

“Azzi-” Paige gasped in surprise. 

Azzi grazed her teeth against her skin and gently tugged on her nipple, carefully biting down on it. Paige’s body slightly jolted and her hands gripped Azzi’s head hard from the startling action.

“You are so pretty, Paige,” Azzi murmured against her skin, gently taking her other nipple into her mouth and sucked on it. 

“You are,” Paige exhaled back. 

“Sit up for me?” Azzi asked and helped Paige up. She rested her back against the headboard and looked at Azzi expectantly. 

Azzi lifted one of her legs over Paige’s and straddled her, placing her hands on her shoulders for support. 

“I wanna ride you,” she said with a cute smile. 

“Oh my God,” Paige groaned and threw her head back against the headboard just from hearing her say it like that. “Azzi Fudd, you’ll be the death of me.”

Azzi smiled at her and slowly sank down onto the strap with the help of Paige’s hand, holding it in place. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Paige exhaled and bit her lip, feeling Azzi’s tight walls clamp around the strap inch for inch. 

Azzi whimpered when she was filled by Paige, and started to ride her at a slow pace. Paige drew her knees up to give Azzi some support from behind, which somehow made their bodies come even closer to each other. 

Face to face, their eyes locking and their breaths hitting each other’s skin. Azzi looked wrecked, ruined and so breathtakingly beautiful. 

Azzi sped up and held onto Paige's strong shoulders. She’s always so fucking horny by Paige that she felt like she could go all night. She bounced up and down and Paige had her hands on her waist, pulling her down every time. Azzi felt it hit her deep, rubbing the spongy part in the process. 

“God,” she moaned and threw her head back, her eyes shutting by reflex. 

She wanted it rough, she wanted Paige aggressive, she wanted Paige vindictive and unforgiving. She wanted Paige to say the nastiest things to her while she was watching her riding it.

“Fuck daddy, you feel too good,” Azzi moaned, waiting for Paige’s response. 

But she didn’t get one. 

Azzi fluttered her eyes open and looked at Paige.

Paige just looked at her, almost peacefully, as if Azzi wasn’t just riding her hard.

“Are you okay?” Azzi slowed down and looked at her puzzled. 

Paige nodded. “You’re just so beautiful,” she whispered, her words trembling with fragility and put a hand on Azzi’s cheek, rubbing her thumb against her skin.

Azzi’s eyes widened. She wasn’t prepared for this sudden affection and she didn’t know what to say. 

“Keep going baby,” Paige urged her and softly bucked her hips up into Azzi.

Azzi just nodded breathlessly and started to ride her again, her eyes still locked with Paige’s. 

Paige looked into Azzi’s eyes as if nothing else in the universe existed but her.

The shift from Paige pounding into her aggressively, to Paige softly caressing her cheek and staring at her with adoring eyes set something off in Azzi. 

It was like she realized she was naked all of a sudden, because she felt so seen. She felt vulnerable by Paige’s gaze on her, like Paige could suddenly see all of Azzi. 

And it felt scary. And intimate.  

It didn’t feel like sex anymore, it felt like a confession, like a prayer, like a secret unraveling right in front of her very eyes. It was no longer about their physical pleasure, but the uncovering of each other’s souls. 

Those blue eyes never wavered, and Azzi didn’t think she had ever held eye contact this long ever. 

Paige’s mouth was twitching, biting her lip, letting out small whimpers and groans together with Azzi, as if Azzi’s pleasure was her own.

As if they were one. 

Azzi was starting to feel overwhelmed. Not only by the tightening in her lower stomach, but because of the way Paige was looking at her. 

Like she saw every virtue, every flaw, and still thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world. 

Azzi couldn’t bear it anymore. She grabbed Paige’s face and kissed her hard, letting her lips say the things she felt her eyes weren’t able to. Telling Paige that she saw what she was feeling, and she felt it too. 

Paige met her lips with the same vigour. It was electric. Their tongues collided into a wet dance, and their hands roamed each other’s skin like they didn’t dare to let go. 

And Azzi felt herself getting close again. 

Her kissing was starting to get lazy, her mouth hanging open to let out moan after moan, chanting Paige’s name into her mouth. 

“I got you, I got you,” Paige breathed back, helping Azzi ride her by guiding her body down on the strap with her hands on her waist. 

“Mmm God,” Azzi gasped and felt her core pulsating. Her body tensed up again, shuddering while the ecstasy traveled from her center out to her fingertips and toes. She let out ragged breaths and desperate whimpers and her eyes were rolled to the back of her head. 

Paige kept on bucking the strap into her, feeling the tightness clamping, letting Azzi ride through the climax completely, while kissing her forehead, cheek, nose, lips and neck tenderly. 

Azzi breathlessly collapsed onto Paige, not even caring about getting off the strap. Paige caught her in her arms and held her with stillness. 

“You okay?” Paige asked quietly.

“Yeah,” Azzi exhaled. 

“You want to get off the strap?”

Azzi faintly giggled into Paige’s neck and shook her head. 

“No it’s fine,” she said. “Just wanna stay here a little longer.”

Paige huffed in amusement. “You’re not gonna sleep with it, are you?”

“No!” Azzi frowned but laughed. “Of course not, I just…”

She leaned back from the embrace and looked at Paige hesitantly. 

“Just what?” Paige asked. 

“Just didn’t know if I was allowed to sleep here or not,” Azzi said with a small voice. 

Paige frowned at her puzzled. “Azzi, this is your home, you-” Paige blurted out before she realized where she went wrong. 

Azzi’s face instantly lit up into a smile and Paige felt like she was about to start blushing for some reason.

“I mean,” Paige took a deep breath. “You know you’re always welcome to stay here.”

“In your bed?” Azzi raised her eyebrow with a playful smile. 

“Well, yes,” Paige stated and ran her fingertips up and down Azzi’s back. 

Azzi leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on Paige’s lips before getting off from her lap. 

Paige removed the harness and slid down under the covers together with Azzi. It felt like they had done it a hundred times before but it was only their second.

Azzi snuggled into Paige’s chest and inhaled the scent of her skin, enjoying the warmth of the older one’s safe embrace. 

“So,” Azzi suddenly broke the silence. “Daddy, huh?”

“Azzi,” Paige groaned in embarrassment and rocked them side to side, making Azzi laugh. 

“I know you so well,” Azzi teased. 

“Shut up,” Paige grumbled into her hair and hid her face. 

Azzi just laughed and felt the happiest she’d ever been in a couple weeks. 

“Paige,” she then said in a serious tone. 

“Yeah?”

Azzi swallowed. 

“I don’t want to be anyone but yours,” she whispered out into the darkness. 

Paige felt her heart swell in her chest and her mouth go dry. 

“And judging by your heartbeat, you don’t want to be anyone else’s but mine either,” Azzi continued softly. “In case you didn’t already know that.”

Paige broke into a smile with that. 

“Figured my heart would be able to communicate it better than I ever could,” Paige whispered back. “I’m glad you got it.”

Azzi giggled. “Yeah, you’re right, your heart definitely doesn’t mumble as much as you do.”

“You’re stupid,” Paige laughed and Azzi smiled widely, still in her arms. 

Azzi hummed in contentment and closed her eyes. For the first time in a long time, she felt safe. She felt like she belonged. 

And as for Paige, she was hit with a realization. 

The realization that she couldn’t run anymore.

As long as Azzi wanted her, Paige would always belong to Azzi, no matter the circumstances. 

[delirious-donna]

While You Were Sleeping [Blue Lock]

an: it’s been a hot minute since I did a multi character drabble, but here we are in 2025 and I love too many Blue Lock characters just to write about one at a time 🤭

premise: a good night’s sleep is not always a given, so how do they react when their sleep is interrupted?

featuring: Barou Shouei, Itoshi Sae, Nagi Seishiro, Oliver Aiku & Tokimitsu Aoshi

warnings: female reader, pet names (baby, darling, honey, sweetie, woman (it’s affectionate I swear)), lots of fluff, hurt/comfort, a lil angst, not full NSFW but suggestive in places, mentions of nightmares, fear of infidelity, confused feelings, Sae being emotionally constipated, lots of cuteness (I hope 🥹)

Shouei grunted.

His brow scrunched as the sleep he had been luxuriating in began to recede. No matter how desperately he grasped at it, the threads slipped through his fingers until—thump!

An intense pain against his shin woke him.

The room was pitch black with no noise from passing traffic but there was a whimpering coming from the right of his body. Blinking, he twisted onto his side and the irritation that had been building in his chest dissipated almost immediately.

Your face greeted him.

A face he loved, cherished and adored above all others, but it was twisted into a grimace. He watched as your lips wobbled though your eyes were screwed tightly shut. Even with the limited light source he could make out the sheen of sweat covering your skin, and he reached out a hand to cup your cheek only to be kicked once more.

“Fuck! Christ… I’m meant to be the striker in this relationship,” he muttered vehemently from beneath his breath, palm furiously rubbing at the spot you had brutally attacked.

When you curled tighter into a ball, damn near trembling, he couldn’t stand it any longer.

Shouei reached out for you once more. “Baby… wake up.”

Your body relaxed into his touch, cheek nuzzling his rough palm like it was a comfort to be sought out. The corner of his lips quirked at the adorable display, but he wouldn’t be satisfied until he knew what was causing you such distress.

“C’mon, come back to me,” he coaxed and finally adding a please when you seemed intent on refusing to rouse for him.

“Shou’—wassamatter?”

Goddammit, that shouldn’t make his heart flutter.

The sleep laced confused tone of your voice tugged at his heartstrings until the man known as the villain of the pitch was practically twittering like a love sick songbird.

“—thought you might tell me. You’ve been kicking the shit outta me for the past ten minutes. What’s going on?” he asked, softening his tone when your face flushed.

You burrowed into the pillow, fingers pulling the covers up to your chin and he had to fight to pull them back again. “Don’t go getting shy on me, woman.”

Huffing and puffing, you bit your lip but relented.

“It’s silly,” you whispered, only to be met with one sleek black eyebrow raised in coercion. He wasn’t going to let this go. “… was dreaming that some girls were hitting on you after a match,” you admitted grumpily, pouting out your bottom lip.

Barou snorted. It was just like you to be having a bad dream where your reaction was to fight back. That was his girl. His precious treasure.

Without warning he wrapped you up with his thickly muscled arms, drawing you into the centre of his chest where his heart thundered like a drum.

“No girl would dare. Not when you’ve got that kinda kick on you,” he teased with a gruff chuckle.

All you could do was cling to him; fingers digging into the meat of his back and shoulders like he was an anchor you needed to keep you sane. Your eyes shut slowly, soothed by the rumbling laughter in his throat. You trusted him implicitly so why did tears prick your eyes?

“Y’know I’d never entertain that shit, yeah? Got the only girl worth a damn right here in my arms, in my bed, in my… heart.”

You hiccuped, smiling into his skin and drinking in the cedarwood scent of his soap. Your fingers combed through the luscious length of his hair, humming contentedly as your heart lightened.

“It’s a big game tomorrow; the King needs his sleep. Cuddle me and keep me from assaulting those dumb girls in my dreams again.”

Shouei was more than happy to oblige.

Sae was not accustomed to being unable to accomplish something once he set his mind to it.

He was driven, self-motivated—perhaps not always for the right reasons—but he worked diligently to improve himself in all aspects that he considered important.

So why then did he find himself wide awake and silently seething?

From his seated position in the bed, he glanced down at your sleeping form. Your face relaxed, eyes fluttering as dreams no doubt coloured behind your lids, and your lips… so soft and perfectly kissable. He would blame you, but he couldn’t.

You might be the reason he was unable to find rest, but it was his lack of ability to form suitable words that irked him endlessly.

Three little words and they were lodged in his throat like an anvil in some stupid Saturday morning cartoon. You knew. He knew that you knew. Except it wasn’t the same as actually saying it, was it?

A tic worked in his jaw and as if sensing his ire, you grumbled and stretched. Cute little hands sought him out, eyes still closed but brow now knitted together when you felt for him and discerned that he was not lying down as he should be.

“Sae?”

“Hm.”

You blinked, rubbing at your eyes and shuffling closer until your head was lying in his lap. “It’s late, you should sleep.”

He agreed—wholeheartedly.

Sae looked upon you and felt the words rush through his brain at an alarming rate. Words that he couldn’t possibly voice, not yet, maybe not ever if he feared the worst.

Vulnerable was not an emotion he was used to, yet it beat against his brain. Licking across his suddenly parched lips, he mustered the ghost of a smile. It only resulted in your worried little mewl.

“It’s okay, I’m just thinking. Go back to sleep,” he said matter-of-factly.

His eyes cooled when you refused, choosing to continue the conversation he didn’t wish to engage with right now. “About what?”

A rogue thought of him grabbing you by the shoulders until your face was nose to nose with him struck across his temples like lightning. His every thought was centered on you, how could you not know?

At training.

In the shower.

When you were cuddled into his side and happily yapping about your day.

When you were chanting his name like a personal prayer, face twisted into bliss.

When he should be sleeping.

“It… it doesn’t matter. It can wait ‘til the morning.” Sae gave you no room to argue, scooting down the bed and drawing you beneath his arm. “Sleep.”

You yawned. Pretty eyes blinking up at him with that adorable little smile that only wrapped him further around your pinky finger.

“‘m gonna hold you to that, Sae.”

He made a noise in his throat and closed his eyes, mentally kicking himself for not having the strength to be completely honest with you.

Maybe tomorrow… he thought. Gods, he hoped.

Seishiro liked his sleep. Everyone knew that, and they also knew that once he was asleep it was almost impossible to wake him until he was good and ready.

That was why it was so odd that he found himself staring at the alarm clock on his bedside cabinet as it flashed a neon 3am message at him. For a moment, he simply blinked at the glow, wondering if he did it enough times that it would eventually make sense or he’d fall over again, but it was no use.

Did he need to pee? Was he thirsty? Too hot? Too cold? Need an extra pillow?

The answer to each was no, and that only made his brow furrow deeper in confusion. He moved to turn over, expecting to find your sleeping form by his side so he could drag you backwards into the embrace of his body, but he stopped short.

His fingers met only cold sheets where you should be and his heart lurched. It was three in the morning, why weren’t you in bed? And if you weren’t in bed where the hell were you?

Only now did he realise that your absence had been the catalyst to his waking. Like a comfort blanket, Nagi had long known that he slept best when he was touching some part of you and it wasn’t like you seemed to mind either. An arm over your waist. A leg between yours. His palm anchored at your chest.

Sleepily, hands rubbing at his fatigued eyes, he made his way from the bedroom to search for you. It didn’t take him long when the soft glow from beneath the living room door beckoned him forward, and he found you huddled in a blanket on the couch.

“Whatchu doing up?” he asked blearily, ignoring the little jump you gave at his sudden appearance.

“Oh—‘shiro. What are you doing up?”

Nagi frowned, rounding the couch and settling by your side until his head rested on your shoulder. “I asked you first.”

Your fingers raked through the pure snow of his hair, humming at how to word it so he wouldn’t worry but ultimately deciding on honesty.

“Nightmare,” you admitted with a subtle shrug.

“And you didn’t wake me?”

Silly man… he was like a rock once he was out. Plus, why would you want to worry him with a silly nightmare that now you were awake you could reason out it was total nonsense?

“You sleep deep, pookie… and it was silly nonsense.”

Seishiro puffed loudly through his nose, clearly unamused. His chin came to rest on your shoulder, hand raised to turn your head to fix you with those pretty, drowsy eyes. “It’s not silly or nonsense if it bothered you enough that you had to get up. Next time you have permission to dump a glass of water on me.”

Your laughter came out like a bark, and even he couldn’t keep the smile from his face.

“I’m serious, sweetie. It’s my job to make sure you’re happy and I refuse to be caught slacking cause I’m fast asleep,” he scolded, but mostly to himself.

His arms wound around your body, lifting you so you were cradled on his lap with your head on his shoulder this time. “Wanna talk about it or do you want me to tell you exactly how I would defeat all those nightmare monsters?”

“Oh ho, this I’ve got to hear. Go on gamer boy, tell me how you’d slay my nightmares.”

And he did, until you were both laughing and yawning, and tired enough to fall asleep entwined on the couch.

For as many nights as you had spent in Oliver’s bed, it still didn’t quite feel like you belonged. Despite your best efforts, something always kept you on guard and tonight was no different, except it was… and you couldn’t put your finger on it.

Sure, things weren’t serious between you two, but the past few encounters had led you to believe that he was being even more cagey than normal.

Your gaze wandered to the dozing profile beside you, eyes lingering on the scruff along his jaw and the pretty hair that fell in that perfectly ruffled way against the pillow.

Why were you here?

The question refused to leave you alone.

When had Aiku ever invited you over and you hadn’t ended up fucking like animals? It wasn’t like you had reached out to him, oh no, you knew better than to have your hand bitten in situationships like these. He set the terms, and you were happy to follow until you got bored… or at least that had been the case with other lovers in the past.

It felt odd to be lying here in nothing but one of his match shirts and for there not to be an ache between your thighs. You weren’t exactly complaining. The movie had been one you had been meaning to watch for months, and the conversation had been easy and full of laughter, but what did it mean?

You weren’t going to lie here awake all night.

“Uhh… Aiku?” You tapped his shoulder as gently as possible, not that he even moved an inch. For a moment you simply listened to his breathing which was even and deep. Damn heavy sleeper.

Clearing your throat, you half yelled. “We need to talk.” Four words that would strike fear into the hearts of men worldwide, and it seemed that Oliver was no exception.

His alluring heterochromatic eyes blinked wide, and you smothered your laughter behind a palm. “Did you…?” He started, but you hushed him just as quickly.

You snuggled down the bed so that you were face to face, his warm breath caressing your throat and you hated how badly you wanted to kiss away that suspicious look on his stupidly handsome face.

It was impossible to resist the temptation to touch him completely, so you let your hand wander until it traced the width of his bottom lip and tickled the patch of scruff just below. You canted your head as much as the pillow would allow and blew out a breath—it was now or never.

“Why am I here?”

Aiku scrunched up his face as if you had asked the most stupid question possible. It warmed your skin, your free hand twisting into the sheets to stop yourself from visibly squirming.

He chuffed after a long moment. “The fuck you think? I like your company… that so bad?”

Oh. Well…

“Look, Aiku—this has strictly been a physical thing until tonight. You can forgive me for being a little miffed,” you huffed petulantly, mainly to cover your embarrassment.

The smug smile that stretched across his plush lips was one you were either gonna smack sideways or kiss stupid. Right now it was a 50/50 split on which way it would go.

He stretched, sleepily, lazy and all sleek strength. Goddamn him.

“Is that the problem? You didn’t get off so now you can’t sleep. Y’know I can fix that real quick, darlin’” he purred, a strong thigh forcing its way between your legs until you yipped and fixed him with a stern scowl.

“Don’t—ah—don’t deflect, Oliver!”

Throwing his hands up in surrender, Aiku flopped backwards and just as quickly he anchored those strong hands at your waist and hauled on top of him. He chuckled when you gasped and smacked at the wall of his chest.

“Hey! Alright alright…” he conceded, schooling his features into sincerity.

In the blink of two mismatched eyes your stomach dropped into your toes. His fingers traced the curve of your shoulder, collarbone, jaw. There was something different behind the teasing and you didn’t want to admit it.

“Can we… not always fuck? I like having you around, and I might sleep better when you’re here.” The last part was a near whispered admission, and it had you folding forward to drape yourself across his chest, if only to hide your face.

Your head fit perfectly beneath his chin whilst his fingers worked soothing patterns along your spine, wrinkling the shirt on your body.

“Yeah. I think we can do that.”

Panic was what woke him. The familiar thrill of terror that shot through his heart and filled his veins with adrenaline.

Sweat dripped from his hairline whilst he looked around wildly for the source of the panic. Frowning, Tokimitsu scanned the dark bedroom one more time and found nothing out of place, so why did it feel like his heart was going to beat out of his chest?

A wail akin to the noise of a wounded animal sounded next to him and his skin prickled with goosebumps. This was what he had shaken him awake with an almighty start; he knew it.

Where his girlfriend should be, his eyes landed on a twisted lump of sheets and tangled hair. It sounded like the quivering mass was crying and without hesitation, he leapt into action.

On his knees, the mattress dipped as he worked to free you from the sheets that were coiled around your arms and legs like snakes. He couldn’t quite fathom how you had ended up like this and why the cold of having no blanket at all hadn’t woken him earlier, but it hardly mattered.

Finally, your hot, flustered face appeared with your eyes squeezed shut and tears streaking your cheeks.

“Honey, wake up. It’s okay, I’m here, I’m here. Hey… hey,” he babbled, grasping at your shoulders whilst still trying to be as gentle as possible.

“Ao-shi!” You gulped through tears, blinking away the remnants of sleep that tried valiantly to claw you back under its control.

He could die from heartbreak at how you clung to him, at how you launched yourself upright and into his arms. Your head tucked down to your chest beneath his chin, body trembling and wet with cold sweat. The t-shirt you had borrowed earlier that night bagged on your body, but it was slick and sticking to your skin in places.

Tokimitsu was the one who was used to feeling scared, nervous, anxious… but right now the tables were flipped and how he wished he could take those emotions from you and carry the burden. At least he was used to it.

“It’s alright, just breathe for me,” he coaxed gently, rubbing your back in circular patterns. Aoshi kissed the crown of your head over and over, giving you a chance to control your breathing and regulate yourself whilst he grounded himself with the familiar scent of you.

After a moment or two, your fingers loosened from where they were dug into his biceps. He knew there would be little crescent moon indentations, but he didn’t care, he’d wear them as badges of honour.

You sniffled, bleary eyed and embarrassed. “… ‘m sorry, Aoshi. Bad dream. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Aoshi cupped your face in both hands and brought your face up gently to the same level as his own, thumbs wiping over the watery tracks on your soft, perfect cheeks. His smile was gentle, reassuring, everything he saw in you when you were the one comforting him.

“Don’t be silly and never apologise for feeling scared or worried. Isn’t that what you tell me?”

You nodded once, still a little shaken from images that no longer formed full pictures but were now only snippets of the fear that had gripped you.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” you whispered, grateful that he let you lean forward and rest your forehead against his shoulder. The citrusy scent of his favourite bodywash tickled your nose and coaxed a smile upon your lips.

“I love you.”

Tokimitsu flushed scarlet. It wasn’t the first time you had proclaimed your love and he returned it eagerly and sincerely, but it still took him by surprise to hear it and to know he had been so lucky.

He laughed, nervous and adorable. “Isn’t that usually my line?”

“Maybe… but not tonight.”

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You and Me - Chapter 20

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Summary: You and Bucky arrive in Louisiana and help Sam fix up the boat.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Swearing, Implied sex, Bucky is a flirtatious lil shit with you in this chapter, Things get a little hot and heavy on Sam's couch, Fluff, Please let me know if I forgot anything!

Author's Note: This chapter is just piles and piles of cute. Also, I couldn’t resist doing a lil something with that one knife trick Bucky always does. As always, please let me know what you think! Comments and feedback are always insanely appreciated!

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When Sam Wilson calls, the entire town answers. They come together like a true community. They contribute what they can. Give what they can. And before long, the remodeling of the Wilson’s old family boat begins to look a lot more promising.

And this is how a small group of locals find themselves on the dock, smiling and laughing and reminiscing about his parents as they stand beside a truck with a new engine in the back. Sam is as grateful and kind as he’s always been, grinning wide at the sight of the giant hunk of metal.

“How do we get it off the truck?”

The engine, which must way nearly half a ton, is suddenly sliding off the bed of the vehicle, lifted over a man - a single man’s - head and placed on the ground with nothing more than a simple grunt of effort.

“I know,” another stranger breaks the shocked silence, eyebrows raised and hands in her pockets. A mischievous grin dances on her lips as she looks from the man to the group of people standing by the truck. “Hot, right?”

The serious look remains on the man’s face, but the older and more observant members of the group notice the slight twitch in the corner of his mouth. The way he seems to stand a little straighter with something like pride.

She leans against the side of the truck while the man drops a heavy looking briefcase onto the back, offering Wilson a grin and a little wave of her fingers.

“Hey, Sam.”

-

It’s supposed to be a simple delivery. An easy, simple delivery. 

However, as Bucky drops off the briefcase, explaining where it came from and the favor he called in to get it, he notices that your eyes are fixed on the boat. Wide. Interested. He can almost see the gears turning in your mind, the ideas racing through it.

He knows he’s gonna be fixing a boat today before the pipe even bursts.

You seem to sense it right before it happens, in that odd little way that you have. You pick up a wrench as you jump over the railing, pulling up on the rusted screw with a grunt of effort.

“I got it, doll.” He’s behind you in a moment, gently taking the wrench from your hand and stepping in to twist the pipe closed and halt the steam pouring from it.

“Why didn’t you just use the metal arm?” Sam asks, and he can’t help his blink of surprise at the question. He even lifts his flesh hand, still holding the wrench, to furrow his brow at it.

“He’s right handed.” You explain, absentmindedly, as you take the wrench back and immediately begin inspecting the rest of the boat.

He sees where this is going.

“Whatever you do, do not let her look at me.” He says quietly to Sam, urgent and pleading and already preparing himself for what’s to come.

“So...This is the boat, huh?” You ask, eyes turning back to Sam, alight in that way that makes Bucky’s heart feel like it’s on fire.

“Yup. This is it.” Sam responds, with an affectionate pat to the rusted side.

Your eyes become impossibly lighter. And then, they meet Bucky’s.

Excitement. Ideas. Even just a bit of pleading. He knows he’s going to agree to whatever you want in less than a second.

“Want some help?”

Sam turns to Bucky, a question in his eyes. He caved the second your eyes met his.

“She needs a new project.” He says with a shrug. “Our microwave floats now.”

“It doesn’t float, it hovers.” You immediately say, defensive.

“Why?” Sam asks, and you prickle even more.

“This guy had me on what was essentially bed rest for a week and a half. I was completely healed in like three days.”

“So you made the microwave hover?”

“I think it’s alive.” Bucky adds with a grumble, almost under his breath.

Your eyes snap to him. “It’s not alive.”

“It follows me.”

“It followed you once. It’s not alive.”

“I almost forgot how weird you two are.” Sam says on a sigh, already beginning to move to the other side of the boat. “Stay and help if you want, but don’t bring any part of this boat to life.”

“It’s not alive!” You shout at his retreating back.

“And no lasers!”

-

It’s fun.

You’ve always liked projects. Always been most comfortable when building or fixing something. And you and Bucky move with and around each other as smoothly as always, barely needing to let a word pass between you. He lifts heavy things like they’re made of paper, you pass him tools before he needs to ask for them.

He and Sam get along, too. They bicker a bit, like usual, you all do. But after the first few hours, Bucky seems almost completely comfortable. Relaxed.

“You’re having fun.” You accuse him after a while, watching him sand the deck of the boat with a look of complete concentration on his face. He looks up, like he might argue or deny it. You stop him before he can with a wave of your hand.

“Nope, none of that.” You smile at him, hopping up on the railing. Despite your perfect balance, he still sits up a little straighter like he’s preparing to catch you if you fall. “You’re having fun. You haven’t made your Murder Face all day.”

“It’s not so bad.” He admits, almost sheepishly. Your smile is triumphant, and his blue eyes are even brighter in the sunshine as he raises an eyebrow at you. “You’re staring.”

“Oh, definitely.” Your smile widens. “You pull off the rugged manual-labor look really well. I’m prepared to stare all day.” You lean back on the railing, like you’re reclining. That seems to be his breaking point. He stands, moving over and wrapping an arm around you as he pulls you fully back onto the boat.

When he kisses you, you’re still smiling.

-

Hours later, the two of you stand at the head of the boat. You hold a paint scraper, and Bucky is slowly guiding your arms into the proper positions to show you how to perform a knife trick you’ve watched him do in a few fights.

“And then you drop it,” he says, metal arm blocking your ‘attack’ as his other gently moves your hand into the proper position. You drop it. Catch it. “and move your hand up.”

“Pretty straightforward.” You say, slowly pretending to jab upwards. “You make it look a lot harder than it is.”

He raises an eyebrow, stepping back. “Really? Try it, then.”

You’re so used to moving quickly, heightened instincts and fluid grace having become such a part of you over the years, that you sometimes forget one thing.

You’re quick, but Bucky is fucking fast.

To any onlooker, the two of you might look like a blur of movement. You reach up, he blocks it effortlessly. You drop the paint scraper, catch it, and he grabs your arm and twists it just enough to spin you around so your back is pressed against his chest.

“Practice makes perfect.” His voice is quiet, lips brushing the shell of your ear in a way he knows will make you shiver. He presses a kiss to your cheek before letting you go. You narrow your eyes and try again.

This time, he catches the paint scraper as you drop it, snatching it out of the air so effortlessly that you barely even see it before you find yourself in the exact same position as before.

“That’s cheating.” You grumble, hearing the tool clatter against the deck as Bucky drops it and moves his arms to wrap around your middle.

“Fair and square, doll.” He says, smiling against your neck. You try to frown, but your own smile breaks through as he begins pressing gentle kisses to the side of your throat.

“You’re gonna get motor oil all over you.” You say, even as you tilt your head to the side to allow him more access. After an hour fiddling with the engine, you’re absolutely covered in the stuff, and his wandering hands are already smudged with black.

“Tragic.” He says, very unconvincingly, and pulls you even closer.

“Oh, come on guys.” Sam’s voice makes you blink, turning in surprise to see him standing a few feet away. “No sex on the boat.”

You snort, pulling away with a roll of your eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic, we’re not gonna have sex.”

“We’re not?” Bucky asks behind you, sounding so convincingly disappointed that you can’t help but laugh.

“That better be a joke.” Sam grouches, and you laugh all over again.

-

At the end of the day, Sam convinces you to stay.

Well, convince is probably not the right word. You can see in Bucky’s eyes that he wants to, even as he mentions needing to catch your flight soon. You, personally, could sit and work on this project until the boat is shiny and new again. Maybe, with some persuasion on your part, Sarah and Sam might let you put a laser or two on it.

Either way, you find yourself on Sam’s couch that night, collapsing onto the surface with a tired sigh. Bucky barely has time to envelop you in his arms before you’re asleep, worn out and satisfied after a hard day’s work.

You wake the next morning to a warm, gentle kiss to your cheek, your nose, your lips.

You don’t even open your eyes, humming sleepily as you feel a large body shift smoothly above yours. Your arms come up to instinctively wrap around Bucky’s neck, holding him close to you as you’re pulled peacefully back into consciousness.

When you do meet his gaze, you’re blessed with a glimpse of bright blue irises before he’s leaning down and kissing you again. Slow, gentle, deepening when he feels you relax beneath him.

“You always wake up so early.” You complain half-heartedly, fingers moving up to slide through his hair as his own hand moves under your shirt to suggestively trace over your skin. His only response is to hum against your mouth, scraping his teeth against your bottom lip as his fingers slide up a little higher.

“Sam would kill us.” You whisper, and his answering smile is purely wicked as he trails his mouth down your jaw, over your neck. He shifts above you, sliding his metal hand down to hook behind your knee and tug you further below him.

“So we’ll be quiet.” He murmurs, nipping at the sensitive skin of your throat, and you are legitimately about to give in, especially as he settles more on top of you and presses you even deeper into the couch.

It’s in that somewhat compromising position that Sam’s nephews find you as they burst into the room, play-fighting with Steve’s shield. They see the two of you, and immediately drop it.

“Uh, hey.” You say awkwardly, at the same time Bucky removes his lips from your neck to blink at them.

“Hey.” He echoes you, and for a moment you all stare at each other. Bucky on top of you, one hand still hiking your leg up around his waist while the other has abruptly ceased its suggestive venturing up underneath your shirt.

The kids wave shyly, looking much more concerned about getting in trouble for playing with the shield than scarred for life at what they nearly walked in on. That, at least, is a relief.

They scurry off, and Bucky drops his head onto your shoulder with a soft noise of embarrassment.

“Did you just throw up a peace sign?” You ask, and he makes another tortured sound, hand coming up to loosely cover your mouth like it might stop anymore teasing. You playfully lick his palm in response, and he laughs as he releases you, sitting up and pulling you with him.

You both glance once more at the shield, a silent wave of grief seeming to wash through the room, before you shake it off and stand up with a stretch.

“Bet Sam is back on the boat by now.” You say, straightening your clothes and looking out the window to the gentle glow of the dawn. “You soldiers all wake up before morning even starts.”

Bucky just smiles, pulls you to him, and kisses you one last time.

“Later.” He promises, and you grin as you nod.

-

It’s a bit later in the morning when Sarah finds you sitting by the water pump. You’re spinning a wrench absentmindedly in your fingers, staring down at the piece of metal with a frown.

“Okay, so this screw should go in…this hole.” Sam tries, looking to you for reassurance.

“I have no idea.” You say, helplessly. “I’ve never seen anything like this before. As the certified genius here, I can confidently say that this thing should not exist.”

You’re almost relieved when Sarah shows up to kick the three of you out, and the teasing that ensues makes your heart feel full. Just like yesterday, Bucky seems at peace. Comfortable and happy.

Later, in Sam’s backyard, you let them talk as you take a turn throwing Steve’s - no, Sam’s - shield against a cluster of trees.

Of course, it bounces and comes right back to you, and your reflexes help you catch it without a second thought. Still, despite how light it is, the impact nearly knocks you backwards.

Too cumbersome for you. Too big. Too much…weight, behind it. Not physical wait, of course, but…something.

“Oh, nope.” You say, handing it over to Sam as you make a face. “Not for me. Not my thing.”

He looks at you like he understands, doesn’t question your words or push for any more of an explanation, and throws it again.

The following conversation is…necessary. Hard, but necessary. And Sam is right. If the Winter Soldier is still in Bucky, you’ll just have to deal with that. Work through it and manage it as best you can. But if you want the nightmares to stop….you might have to switch tactics.

So you leave. You say goodbye to Sam, and begin making your way down the road.

“So…” you say, chewing on your lower lip as you begin trying to form a plan. “What now?”

Bucky’s arm wraps casually around your shoulders, and the corner of his mouth quirks up as he speaks.

“Well first, I wanna finish what we started this morning.” He says, low, and you feel heat creep into your cheeks at the promise in his voice. “And then…I don’t know. We’ll figure it out.”

You smile, sliding your arm around his waist. “Sounds like a plan, Sarge."

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1 and 7 for the Rook and their partner ask game if you're still taking asks? :)

YES. I am still over here being totally normal about them™ and ready to answer asks still.

Just a disclaimer again: I am a professional yapper and will go on too long so I am very sorry in advance.

1. Does your Rook fall for their partner at first sight? If not, what moment made your Rook realize they're in love with them?

I don't know if it was necessarily love at first sight, but I think something stirs in Ella when she and Bellara (yes, it's always Bellara) hit the Ossuary to save Lucanis. He's an objectively handsome man who single handedly took out multiple Venatori guards after that fucking backflip out of his cell. And the WINGS (she's Rivaini so spirits don't bother her). The style. The brooding. The beard.

Ella is out here like:

But my dear Rook doesn't realize she's in love until Weisshaupt. She's been playing her flirting game and doing all she can to be around him because she simply enjoys being around him. He's a ball of yarn that she can't stop unraveling. There's a magnetism that draws her right back to the dang pantry every single time she's back at the Lighthouse, but they're friends. She might even go so far as to say he's one of her closest friends at that point, though Taash is quickly rising in the ranks.

When they end up at Weisshaupt, of course Mila is their guide, and Ella wants nothing more than to return the sassy lil Warden child to her dad but feels dread knowing he could very likely be dead. Every time Lucanis checks in with Mila or gives a word of reassurance, Ella has her heart twisting in her chest. They're both orphans, but without any other family, Ella had been that little girl alone. Seeing this renowned assassin who cooks love into every dish he makes for the team so dead set on reuniting Mila with her dad has Ella absolutely cooked.

She lays on her chaise that night after everything with her heart pounding in her ears at the realization that she's absolutely head over heels in love with this fucked up lovable man.

7. Are they a physically affectionate couple? Are they fine displaying those affections in public or do they prefer to be in private? If they're not, how do they prefer to show their love instead?

I was thinking about this over the last couple of days actually. My sweet unserious LoF (but also very clearly hiding an old buried hurt) Rook is very touchy. She's a casual conversation toucher. Very openly affectionate with everyone around her. She accidentally pats Strife's arm while chatting early on and nearly dies by means of death glare. Lucanis, however, is relatively closed off especially with people he's just met. He won't be just touching for the sake of touching. Especially when Spite won't shut up about Rook, which has Lucanis fully believing he can't possibly genuinely be into her. That it's just the demon. When Spite is sitting there unable to hear anything else besides the intense yearning Lucanis is going through.

Even when their feelings are clear for one another, he doesn't know what to do or how to act. It's all new territory, and he definitely cannot screw everything up. Meanwhile, she doesn't want to make him uncomfortable or push anything too far. So they just... stay like this for quite some time. It's not until well after the gods have been defeated that it gets addressed. All of their concerns are laid out on the table (or rather while they walk the streets of Treviso early one morning), and after that, it's all hands on smalls of backs. Hands held under tables. Kisses to knuckles. Longing gazes when the other is talking. Subtle enough to be acceptable in public, but enough that it's clear they are very loudly in love.

In private, there are a lot of mindless touches. Lucanis likes to toy with her curls, wrapping them around his fingers. Twirling the hairs at the base of her neck. Lightly scratching between her shoulders. Kisses to her forehead when he passes by. Whereas Ella is still ever the toucher. Sometimes she will just tap on his hand as she ponders things. Or there's always the clapping against upper arms or shoulders when she's enthusiastically talking about something. She touches his chest a lot, though, when it comes to actual affectionate touches. Gentle ghosting over a clothed or bare chest. Playing with chest hair (there is no way he's not hairy). She has always loved to be near him, so getting to be so close she can touch him any time she wants is thrilling.

They also write each other a lot of little notes. Sometimes silly. Sometimes loving. Always messages written with all the fondness in the world.

[ianthedebonair]

So out of curiosity, why do you suffer from a “secret crush”? If the Drama of Hooking Up with Ortega in the past right after almost die in a mission, shaking his heart while he suffers a moral dilemma for us being “his enemy’s lil brother” as we put him in the ~ no strings attached box ;) ~

plus we actually DIE traumatizes him for life to see his loved one fall to his death and he never has any “closure” and when we come back out of the blue from the dead we are 200x worse, make him suffer more by wanting and pinning for us + make out in dark alleys, cause why not~

make this man rethink his entire trajectory (because we’re also messing around using the puppet making him have a flashback of what he lived with us, but in another body) and in the end when he’s eventually betrayed by a younger version that resembles a ghost of ourselves. Ortega is in the hospital screwed up and hurting again (because of us) he calls us his boyfriend and we say, “haha, hey! we NEVER defined a term for it” AND We're dating one of his teammates too, haha…

it’s SO much more fun this way. Why secret crush tho?

As the reader/player, I'm a sucker for messy and drawn out mutual pining and longing. I need those characters edged with the possibility of something more without them knowing that they could already have it going on if it wasn't for their dumbassery, non-communication, or evil author (affectionate).

Teetering the line between acting like what you deem is appropriate for your established relationship vs doing/saying/being more (and sometimes slipping up)... that tension and self-torture in and of itself is the drama I'm living for 🤭

In my playthoughs, I think secret crush has a different flavor of hell for both Damien and Ortega since they both had the level of investment of being in love with each other without getting to act on it, so the loss and grief they felt after Heartbreak is intensified by the what-ifs. And now that they meet again, one is determined not to waste his second chance and is desperately clinging on the past they shared even when the person in front of him is fundamentally different, while the other one is hopelessly trying to get rid of his past attachment from the person who he should consider as an enemy now, only to find himself falling deeper.

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hiya! could I do a romance matchup request for spn, marvel and kingsman please! C:

I am 19 and a straight female so id like male matches please! the only exclusions id ask is for kingsman to have one of the younger(?) characters eg eggsy, whiskey, tequila- as much as i love harry and merlin it would be more like as mentors! and for marvel id be cool with like anyone besides peter because again lil brother vibes haha!

appearance: 5’7”, long dark blonde hair, blue eyes. very girly style, fake tan, glowy natural makeup. glasses if im at home, contacts if im going out.

i am very loud, bubbly and comedic, but i do also need time to decompose and relax. i am an emotionally lead person but it takes me time to open up to others. clumsy, academically smart but lacking in common sense at times. totally fine standing up for myself in an argument but cannot physically fight to save my life. my friends often say i am a drama queen! my confidence tends to falter when it comes to romance and i can get unusually nervous, but once im comfortable I’d become very affectionate.

likes: drawing, sweet scents, sweet foods, spicy foods, tea, candles, flowers & houseplants, anything pink, comedy and action movies. forever a pop music girly but also a bit of a lover of rock. beaches, historical landmarks and random facts.

i hope this is okay, tysm ^-^

Hello!

I made sure to not choose any of the characters you did not want.

I hope you like your matchups!

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Enjoy!

Romantic Matchups; Supernatural, Kingsman, and Marvel

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Romantic;

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Supernatural;

Dean Winchester -

You weren’t supposed to be in danger.

You were just visiting a small town, enjoying a little getaway, when things went horribly wrong.

One minute, you were enjoying a late-night walk, admiring the moonlit scenery, and the next, you were running for your life as a werewolf set its sights on you.

You tripped - of course you did, because clumsiness is your curse - and just when you thought it was over, a gunshot rang out.

You hoped for a silver bullet.

You barely had time to process the silver bullet taking the creature down before a man with a leather jacket, green eyes, and a cocky smirk helped you up.

“You alright, sweetheart? ‘Cause that was a hell of a close call.”

You were too out of breath to do much more than nod, but the second wave of panic kicked in, and Dean was right there to calm you down, cracking a joke to ease your nerves.

Dean never expected you to stick around, but somehow, you did.

You shouldn't have, but you had already seen too much.

You were too curious about the supernatural world to walk away, and let’s be honest - Dean kind of liked having you around.

Your bubbly personality was a stark contrast to his gruff demeanor, but you had this infectious energy that made even the worst hunts a little lighter.

You always brought sweet-smelling candles to the bunker because, “Dean, it smells like a man cave in here, and not in a good way.”

Dean pretended to roll his eyes but secretly liked them, especially the vanilla-scented ones.

You bonded over rock music, arguing about the best bands.

"Sweetheart, if you say one more pop song is better than Zeppelin, I’m leaving you on the side of the road."

You’d bake together, you enjoying the process and Dean just wanting to eat.

He’d steal bites of cookie dough and claim it was for "quality control."

Will help make pie with you.

Dean knew he was screwed when he caught himself staring at you a little too long.

The way your nose scrunched up when you laughed?

The way you always made sure he had a hot cup of tea after a long day?

The way you absentmindedly hummed classic rock songs?

Yeah, he was a goner.

You weren’t much better.

Your confidence always took a nosedive when it came to romance, so you brushed off your feelings.

But the tension?

Palpable.

Sam noticed.

Cas noticed.

Hell, even Crowley probably noticed.

Dean started getting more protective, always standing just a little too close when you were on a case, hand hovering near your waist as if ready to pull you back at any moment.

And oh, when someone flirted with you at a bar?

The way his jaw clenched?

You’d never seen him down a beer so fast just to get you out of there.

He even stopped bringing other women around.

How odd, you thought.

It happened after another close call on a hunt.

You almost got hurt - again - and Dean just lost it.

“I can’t keep doing this, sweetheart. Watchin' you almost die. Thinkin' about what I’d do if you weren’t here. I- hell, I’m no good at this, but I think about you all the damn time.”

You were stunned, heart pounding, and it took all your courage to blurt out, “Good, because I think about you all the damn time too.”

Dean just looked at you, then kissed you, desperate, yet still soft, like he’d been waiting forever to do it.

Mornings together are slow, filled with teasing as you steal his flannel shirts and complain about how he steals the covers.

Sweet gestures like him buying you flowers randomly.

"Just 'cause, alright? Don't make a thing out of it."

Candlelit movie nights - you’d watch action and cowboy films with him, and he’d begrudgingly watch your pop star documentaries in return.

Protectiveness cranked to a hundred.

You stub your toe?

He’s checking it like you broke your foot, carrying you around until you beg him to let you walk on your own.

"I'm fine, De."

"Nope, I'm gonna carry you forever. Don't want you stubbin' your toes again."

Someone looks at you wrong?

He’s staring them down.

"De, stop glaring at the puppy."

"He's givin' ya a weird look."

He would die for you.

But also, he would kill for you.

"I'd kill for you, ya'know?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know, De."

Just saying.

~~~

Kingsman;

Tequila -

You were a brand-new recruit at Statesman, fresh out of training, and trying very hard not to let the nerves get to you.

Tequila noticed you the moment you walked in, all confidence with that girly style that made you stand out in the sea of tough agents.

“Damn, sugar, didn’t know we had a beauty contest going on.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight the grin.

Oh, so he’s that kind of guy, eh?

Tequila flirted with you constantly, but it quickly became your dynamic - fast-paced, playful, and full of teasing.

You’d playfully call him “Cowboy Casanova” when he got too cocky.

He’d make it his mission to get you to flush, just to watch you fluster about for a second.

Training together?

He’d push you hard but always made sure to make you laugh in between.

You were terrible at hand-to-hand combat.

“I ain’t lettin’ you fight anyone, darlin’, but I’ll teach you how to duck.”

Will pin you to the mat-

It snuck up on him.

One day, the flirting wasn’t just flirting.

He wanted you to be his.

And he wanted to be yours...

He got jealous when another agent hit on you, wrapping an arm around you and grinning, “She’s spoken for, partner.”

You thought that he was just saying that to get the other agent away from you, and it worked, and you were thankful - the guy was weird - but his words made your cheeks burn.

You would find out soon enough that he was serious about you.

The confession?

Smooth as ever.

A casual, “So when are we gonna stop pretendin’ we ain’t crazy about each other?”

He calls you “sugar” and “darlin’” like second nature.

Tequila spoils you - flowers, good food, and slow dances in the kitchen.

He loves lazy beach days with you, watching you bask in the sun while he brags, “Best lookin’ woman in all the world, right there.”

Protective, but in a teasing way.

“Ain’t nobody gonna mess with my girl, not unless they wanna meet my rifle.”

Massages, he's pretty good at them.

No more knots in your shoudlers, that's for sure.

Surprise forehead kisses.

Constantly.

You've been warned.

~~~

Marvel;

Thor Odinson -

You joined the Avengers with a vibrant personality and an eye-catching, girly style- something Thor found delightful.

He was fascinated by how effortlessly you could make even the grumpiest teammates laugh.

(Cough Bucky cough).

You told him random historical facts, and he was genuinely enthralled, often responding with, “Truly? Midgard is full of wonders!”

Thor was immediately taken with you, but it wasn’t just attraction - it was the way you shined, how you made every room brighter just by being in it.

He loved listening to you ramble about your favorite movies and songs, even if he barely understood what “pop music” meant.

You taught him how to make tea properly, and now he insists on brewing it for you every morning, proudly calling it “a Midgardian ritual of great importance.”

The protectiveness?

On another level.

He didn’t just stand near you on missions - he practically formed a shield around you.

“None shall harm you while I stand, Lady Y/N.”

Thor doesn’t do subtle.

When he realizes his feelings, he doesn’t hesitate.

One day, after a particularly dangerous mission, he pulls you aside, brows furrowed in concern.

“I do not wish to waste another moment in uncertainty. My heart belongs to you, and I would be honored if you allowed me to cherish you as more than a confidant.”

You’re stunned, nervous as hell, but when you admit you feel the same, he grins like the sun before lifting you off your feet in a victorious, bone-crushing, Thor hug.

Super affectionate.

Thor is all about physical touch.

If you’re in the room, he’s holding your hand, carrying you effortlessly, or pressing soft kisses to your forehead.

Gifts you Asgardian jewelry, always picking out gems that remind him of your eyes. “This crystal shines like the wamrth of your gaze, my love.”

Big spoon forever.

(Will be little spoon for you though-)

You curl into him at night, and he wraps you up like you’re the most precious thing in the universe.

Museume dates!

Loves brushing your hair.

He’s fascinated by the softness and will run his fingers through it absentmindedly.

Will let your brush his hair too, and braid it!

Whenever you bake, he gets way too excited about trying all the sweet treats.

“By the gods, Midgardian food is a gift! Another!"

"Thor, you already had four slices."

Carries you all the time.

You could be walking just fine, and suddenly, boom, you’re in his arms.

“Why walk when I can carry you, my love?”

Flowers?

All the time.

Thor will pick entire fields of flowers just to make you smile.

"Thor, where did you get those flowers?"

"I retreived them from the garden outside the Tower."

Poor Pepper, those were her favorites.

[hyunsvngs]

Having a girls night with fem!lixie and she confesses that she doesn't really enjoy sex because her bf can't satisfy her so you take it into your own hands to show her how good it could feel

been thinking about this for days and i'm finally answering it baby. bc imagine both of u in cute lil matching shortie pyjamas and ur painting her nails... tw lixie is secretly evil

you're halfway through painting her nails a pretty pink. they're not too long, only just about reaching the end of her dainty little fingers. the colour is sheer, but you're planning on layering it until you look up and see a confused little pout on her face. "what is it, lixie?" you question, tilting your head to the side. "do you not like the colour? i thought this is the one you chose, right?"

"no, the colour's perfect," she sighs. you put the tiny paintbrush back in the pot, screwing the top on and putting it to her bedside table. her whole room is bathed in a soft pink glow, courtesy of a cute salt lamp and her overall vibe. when you turn back to her. she's staring down at her nails, her short blonde mullet wavy against the long column of her neck. "do you ever think you might be gay?"

you almost choke on air. "lixie, baby, i am into women. you knew that, right?"

lixie blinks, and then she's holding back a laugh. "you're right. i knew that," she shakes her head, rubbing her temples with one small hand. "i just mean... i've been dating that guy i told you about for a while now. i just don't feel a spark with any guy i date. they can never... y'know."

you raise your eyebrows. "they can never make you cum?"

she bites her lip, throwing her hands up in exasperation. "no! none of them can. so, i was gonna ask you if like... you'd help me try, since we're best friends, and then i'll know if i can cum, or even if i'm gay, and it won't even be awkward because we love eachother so much and-"

"yes," you cut her off. maybe you're being selfish, because you've wanted to get your hands on her for so long, but who cares. it's what best friends are for, right? lixie gasps at your intrusion, before she's shrugging and trying to act nonchalant. she does this a lot, screwing her cute little face up and her eyes soft but nervous. her pyjamas are soft when you let your hands go to her thighs, the pastel pink satin matching your own lilac ones. "lixie, honey, it's just me. we don't have to do anything if you're not comfortable."

she throws herself on top of you, finally dry nails on her hands going into your hair. she pauses, up close to your face, and you see her eyes flitting to your lips. her freckles are darker than normal, given that summer has just passed, and she looks so fucking beautiful you can't help but sigh. as soon as the noise passes your lips, lixie is kissing you, her tongue desperate as she darts it into your mouth.

"baby, calm down," you giggle, pushing her back onto the bed. her soft blonde waves fan out over her pillow, and she huffs, thrashing her legs. "it's just me-"

"i know it's just you, but i- you're hot, you know that," you shake your head fondly, trying to hold back a laugh. you don't even stop her when she unbuttons her pyjama shirt, yanking it off of her narrow shoulders and exposing cute, perky tits in a white lace bralette. she's just as impatient taking her shorts off, dragging them down lithe legs and exposing her matching panties. you can see how wet her pussy is through the lace, and you scoff. already?

you can't help it anymore. you giggle, shutting your eyes in disbelief. "lixie, was this all a ploy to get me into bed? you're awfully wet already."

when you open your eyes, there's a pink blush beneath her freckles. "okay, yeah, i knew you'd help me cum. he's really bad in bed, and you're sexy and clearly make me very wet. is that... i'm evil, aren't i?"

"you're a little bit evil," you muse, running your thumb over her clothed folds. "i kinda knew all along, though. slut." it's affectionate, but still makes her keen. her toned tummy jumps as you tease her, lithe legs falling further apart.

"mm, touch me more," she begs, her teeth digging into her plush bottom lip. she looks like the cat who finally got the cream. she's evil, she'd planned this, but you're so, so into it. "make me cum, yeah?"

you lean down, kissing her lips again before murmuring against them. "i'll make you cum over and over, evil girl."

[the-kr8tor]

im quivering at the fact that BDAS finale is looming over us I know someone's going to die and my timbers are shivering:( Daily Hobie HC! Imagine having like- those first few dates with him. He won't settle for something basic such as dinners or picnics, unless you ask. Instead, Hobie will bring you out to abandoned buildings, an animal shelter or even his own boathouse if you guys just felt like having a more relaxed date. Whenever he brings you to these abandoned sights, he always makes sure that it's safe for both of you. His main goal is to get to the top of the place, and so obviously you two try your best to race up there. Screw him and his spider-abilities though, he looks like he teleported there with a smug smirk on his face while you're panting like you've run a marathon; which you probably did. Once the casual affectionate exchange of insults between you two is over, he sits on the ledge and beckons you over. As soon as you sit down next to him, he snakes his arm around your waist, complaining that you aren't close enough, while making sure you don't fall. If you get cold, he'll offer you his jacket. While it may not look much, considering it's sleeveless, it still does provide quite a bit of warmth. If you guys were to just be hanging out for a date in his boathouse, he'll play some of his music for you or even just settle on having a movie night. (He'll make sure it's horror so he can scare you >:) ) Even if you end up falling asleep at his place, depending on whether you feel comfortable enough around him, he'll willingly carry (aka swing) you back to your place, making sure you're all comfortable and safe before he goes. And hey, who knows. When you wake up, you might find that you've got a little trinket beside your pillow with a note on it, reading 'Hobie Brown was here'. Off topic I got my hair cut and styled into a messy wolfcut and I love it sm! I look androgynous now so people have to guess and hope for the best muahah (they'll be wrong either way cus i said so) - 🐦‍⬛

AHHHHH I KNOW!!!!! IT'S SO VERY SPECIAL TO ME AND I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S FINALLY DONE!!! (I have tears in my eyes everytime i think abt it tbh)

DAILY HOBIE HC YIPEEE!!!! 🎉🎉🎉

YOU BEAT ME TO IT!! I have a request where Hobie and r explore an abandoned place for a date!! Stay tuned for it, babes bc i think you'll love it!! (And you're so right abt him racing you even tho he has abilities 😂)

He probably read somewhere that watching a horror movie on a date makes your date like you more bc it gets the blood pumping making them think it's attraction 😂 (it's definitely attraction btw) also it might backfire for him bc now you're not letting him go to get more popcorn bc you're clinging to him to hide from the scary man on the telly 😂😂😂

The lil note 🥺 it probably even has a doodle of him!!

Ooh what a coinkidink! I've been meaning to cut my hair bc it has gotten so long that it's almost near my butt LMAOOO 🤣 wolfcut! I love that style, i love it so much that i know how to cut my own hair in that style (and unfortunately only in that style 😂🤣🤣) I bet you look amazing, lovely❤️

[summer-oil]

dria i ran out of tags for this 💔💔💔 so im just gonna write out all my thoughts!! absolutely ADORED this piece <333

ok so honestly i feel a little bit ill. PDHDJDH IM JUST??? kinda awestruck LIKE… the way u wrote this……. rearranged my brain a lil.

i know ive said it before but ur writing rly is so so pretty. the way u describe emotions and movements and just… Everything rly had me so hooked!!!! and i adore the way u characterize sugu… he feels so real and kinda vulnerable? like he really is just that lonely boy deep down. who just wanted someone to reach out for him :(

AND READERRRR WOW. i was so enamored w them i love love LOVE when writers take the time to give their reader a distinct personality/vibe and u did that so effortlessly…. theyre so fun and interesting and such a cool contrast to sugu!!!!

"i broke the lock." you reply with a shrug - and the two of you mirror each other's grin.

THEYRE SO FUNNY SPDJDK… and the dynamic here!! between them!!!! im genuinely sooo in love w it dria. its unspoken and affectionate and comfortable and playful… u can really sense their history!! so vividly!!!!!

"wouldn't want anyone comin' to snatch you in the middle of the night..." 

”isn't that what you came to do?" 

^ LIKE???? THEYRE SOOOO……….

”he's never been the type to mistreat gifts. especially a gift from you.”

🥺🥺 and this…. it made me go so soft LOL the fact that he keeps the picture frame… sugu will always be a big ol softie to me. a sentimental sap. i rly do think he was lonely after he left!!! :<

but!! back to reader!!! them wanting to save sugu…. aaaa idk its just so… refreshing to have a reader that takes that assertive role!! didn't you want me to come take you away, suguru?……. T_T sob.

but honestly more than anything… the entire final convo????? i literally died dria its so GOOD. sorry in advance im abt to copy paste 50% of this drabble’s dialogue PDBDBD I WAS SO MESMERIZED BY IT OK…… 💔💔

"i have to get there first," he whispers, and the raw emotion in his voice almost makes you recoil in shock. 

”where’s there?” (…) "tell me, suguru. is there the place you die alone on this crusade? is there the place you gave up everything for?"

(is there the place you'll finally be happy? happier than you were with me?

what, was i not strong enough to take us there together?)

"it's catharsis," he rasps, dipping his head, tip of his nose grazing the curve of your jawline, and you watch as he screws his eyes shut, in a world of his own. "there is release from this — this hell of an existence — this sinkhole of a world."

JUST. (MUFFLED SCREAMING) DRIAAAA 💔💔💔 this genuinely killed me i fell to my KNEES. incredibly normal abt this. 

nono bc u have the biggest brain ever. like…. catharsis traditionally being the endpoint of a tragedy…. where the misguided hero gets what they deserve………. (explodes) can u tell im starting to lose it. im in love w everything abt this. geto is just soooooo protagonist of an ancient tragedy coded…… so doomed by the narrative…….

also the fact that he RASPS it??????? stop. dont make me think abt this man’s voice i cant take it 😭😭

and aaaaa ’this sinkhole of a world’…………….. i cant tell u how much i adore this choice of words

AND THEN READER AGAIN…. them being so headstrong and decisive and also a little misguided maybe? in a ”lets just watch everything burn and be happy” way…

"forget the world. (…) where being found is the only road to take — what do you see?” 

”you. and me. and there is no world — only us."

THIS DIALOGUE??? FLOORED me. shattered me. AND READER PULLING HIS HAIIIRRRRR????? oh i love them so much theyre so fun and interesting and subversive hhhh

"then the world just has to go then."

^ AND AND AND… THIS LINEEEEEEEEEEE DRIA……. wowowowow. wow. the visceral reaction this gave me. u dont understand.

i said it already but i rly do adore the reader/character dynamic here :’3 both of them choosing to reject the world… and reader pushing sugu to leave everything behind!! its SUCH an interesting concept to me. it also rly DOES read like a stsg fic LMAOO

AAA this got long but i just!! love this <3333 genuinely made me a bit insane (as u can probably tell PDJDJD)… tysm for writing it!!! <333

folie a deux — geto suguru.

"and here i was, thinking you didn't have a heart."

suguru freezes, the cigarette he was nursing just moments before you walked in has slipped between his fingers, dissipating into ash beneath his feet.

your gaze lingers on a downturned picture frame on his coffee table, the rubber stand at the back is just as stable as it was the day you bought the frame for him — maybe shame finally caught up to suguru.

"you're persistent." he murmurs beneath his breath. and his gaze follows yours, he has to hold back the urge to turn the photo frame upright, he's never been the type to mistreat gifts. especially a gift from you.

it's been a long time.

and yet, it's like nothing has changed. but everything has at the same time.

"i locked the door," suguru mumbles and despite himself he crosses the threshold to meet you halfway, no more than a few feet between you two. "i broke the lock." you reply with a shrug, and the two of your mirror each other's grin.

"you should really tell your landlord about that," you say, and the distance between you and suguru grows smaller and smaller. "wouldn't want anyone comin' to snatch you in the middle of the night..." your words trail off, and he towers over you.

he's taller than he was before. he looks like he hasn't slept — or maybe it's the cigarettes, you don't know. you wonder if he's changed much on the inside. does he still like sour candy? does he still keep that one stretched out hair tie in his pocket?

does he still...

"isn't that what you came to do?"

suguru's voice comes out in a whisper, and you can taste him. he's so close you can feel his cursed energy thrumming in your veins.

you half expected he'd chase you away. tell you that he left for a reason, that he didn't want to be found. and yet, when you look at him, you see that same scared teenage boy.

didn't you want me to come take you away, suguru?

he doesn't wait for you to say anything, he already knows.

"i told you i wasn't ready." he says, dark eyes boring into your soul, a shiver running up your spine. liar, you've always been good at pretending to be okay, suguru.

"you also said you didn't want to be alive anymore, that you couldn't live in this world," you're past reasoning, and you lift your head to meet his gaze with your own pointed stare. "that you couldn't live with me—" but in suguru's mind, your eyes give you away. you're pleading.

"in a world like this— i'm living for you."

"then die already!"

he pauses, mouth agape. and he looks at you, hands falling limp at his side. "i have to get there first," he whispers, and the raw emotion in his voice almost makes you recoil in shock.

consume. consume. consume. consume—

everybody's so wretched and twisted in this world. monkeys and sorcerers and sorcerers and monkeys. they're all the same.

you're the same.

"where's there?" you press, and just as you move to get a step closer, his larger palm clasps around your wrist, stopping you. "tell me, suguru. is there the place you die alone on this crusade? is there the place you gave up everything for?"

is there the place you'll finally be happy? happier than you were with me?

what, was i not strong enough to take us there together?

"it's catharsis," he rasps, dipping his head, tip of his nose grazing the curve of your jawline, and you watch as he screws his eyes shut, in a world of his own. "there is release from this — this hell of an existence — this sinkhole of a world."

but we lived in this world too, didn't we?

we lived in this world together, suguru.

you and i.

"forget the world," you say, and he clenches your wrist a little tighter. despite this your other hand finds the nape of his neck, dipping under the collar of his shirt. "forget jujutsu and everything we learned. forget everything you know. forget what we were made for."

"where being found is the only road to take — what do you see, suguru?"

"you."

you grab a fistful of his hair and tug, his head lolls back and he looks down at you with hooded eyes, and your gaze meets him in tow. "what do you see?"

"you," he repeats, and it's weaker this time, his voice is breaking. "and me. and there is no world — only us."

"only us?" you repeat, and he leans in, his tongue traces your bottom lip. "only us," he whispers, and your mouths meet in a kiss like none you've shared before.

"then the world just has to go then."

notes ; wrote this during my soci lecture, it reads like a satosugu fic im so ill rn

[peltingaway]

argument aftermath w/ katsuki bakugou <3

contains: cursing, kissing, fluff

katsuki doesn't like arguing with you, but he's also never liked going 'out of his way' to attend any anger management classes or just learn to hold his temper.

you were totally screwed from this start with this guy, sometimes his temper is unfortunately his way of showing affection, through 'lil grunts of course.

after you met his friends and family, you felt extremely relieved to see him with that temper towards everyone else too. for a while, you were hoping it wasn't just a you thing.

he loves you, sure, but he loves his pride too. chosing between you and the pride he's grown from day one has him feeling conflict.

the argument was so stupid, really, all you did was give an opinion he didn't agree with about being a hero and of course, you still stood your ground and he didn't like that.

but now he was starting to feel lonely, he craved your affection and he wanted to comfortably be close to you without any tension.

"hey, dumbass, when're you gonna stop 'poutin over this?" he grumbles, whilst wrapping his arms around your waist.

you roll your eyes, shimmying out his arms as you sigh tiredly. you missed him too, not being on good terms with him wasn't the best feeling.

his frown deepens when you pull away, he grabs you by the waist and spins you around, making your eyes widen. "hey-!"

now what you didn't expect was for him to bury his face into your neck, mumbling something that only made you shiver from the vibration of his voice.

"uh, what?" you ask, quirking up an eyebrow at his not so normal behavior.

he only grips you tighter, mumbling again. "i said 'm sorry, don't need to be getting mad at you. just wanna cuddle you in bed, 'nd spend some one on one time together.." his face was burning up at his own confession.

you smiled at his words, placing a hand on his hair. "it's okay katsu, i don't wanna be upset with you either.."

he leans up, pressing a kiss to your cheek and staring at you with a look at screams 'don't call me out for being affectionate'

his friends and your friends are definitely relieved you two are doing good now, they won't have to hear you both complain about who needs to apologize first anymore, subtle complaints about missing the other.

yeah, you were definitely more important than his pride.

[drivelikeiido]

fallen for you

an impulsive matty admits his feelings for you

word count: 1.1k

warnings: just a lil bit of smoking and a lil bt of pining

notes: this is the first time i've written a fic in years so I'M SORRY, not my best by far but all the writing on here inspired me to try and write again <3 also i wanted to write some nervous matty because he needs humbled so here we go (i also wrote this first thing in the morning so even more apologies for my tired brain) oh! and the reader is in the support band for the 1975 because i'm self indulgent in my writing like that

The stars in the sky were all that occupied your mind as you sat outside the venue. The night was a peaceful calm, a refreshing contrast compared to the show your band had just performed on stage opening for the boys. 

However the night's quiet is disrupted as the heavy backdoor to the venue opens from behind and Matty appears to join you, already in his suit and tie ready to go onstage, only if he knew what that look did to scramble your brain every night, it was almost annoying that someone could look so effortlessly good. 

He sits down and pulls out his packet of cigarettes, inhaling deeply as he lights one up and gestures briefly to you if you want one, you silently raise your hand up in refusal, he’s enough for you right now, your legs side by side as you sit on the freezing steps. The brief contact is enough to warm your entire body.

You sit in comfortable silence for minutes, the only sounds are the slow burning of his cigarette and the tapping of his shoes on the dark ground. You appreciate him silently, wondering to yourself how you even got this opportunity and how messy it's become now that you've unfortunately grown to appreciate the frontman of the band you're touring with in a not so platonic way. Grown so accustomed to the silence and the whirling of your thoughts his sudden speech is almost startling, his confession even more so. 

“I’m totally obsessed with you,” 

“I've wanted to kiss you for ages you know,” he adds after a beat. The shock of his confession causes the breath to seem to leave your lungs but you manage to whisper out “and what’s stopping you?”

“Didn’t think you’d want me to” he states, still refusing to make eye contact and looking into the waves of smoke floating up into the air instead. Despite his steady voice you realise he's nervous and the thought alone is enough to make you smile. Seconds pass and the cold evening air no longer seems to faze you as you build up enough confidence to ask what you've wanted for months now. 

“Do it. Kiss me. Please,” your voice barely loud enough, but he seems to hear. 

Despite his nervousness he bites back the teasing comment waiting to spill from the tip of his tongue; that could wait for later, he’d been thinking of this moment for too long to screw it up, and the boys would never let him forget it if he did.

He pulls the cigarette from his lips and exhales one last cloud of grey smoke, the addictive smell that you’ve  grown to associate with him fills your chest as he throws the butt to the ground. His rough hands move to cradle your face so gently as if he fears you could pop and dissolve through his fingers at any moment, as if he was scared you would change your mind or even if this was all a dream. 

The kiss surprises you in its gentleness and as you move together you realise this is something you’ll never bore of, the feeling of needing his lips engraved into your skin is dizzying, a sentiment he seems to share as he leans further into the kiss, his hands cradling the sides of your face like lifelines.

When he pulls back, his brown eyes are twinkling brighter than the stars you're under and the purest smile you’ve ever seen him wear graces his lips as he fixes your hair and places any strand moved back to its rightful place. He steps back, takes your cold hand in his and squeezes, his voice low and affectionate when he says “Come see me after the show, yeah?” and with your nod he disappears back inside the venue, leaving your brain to catch up with what just happened.

You’re glad he’s gone inside so he can’t see the seemingly immovable blush that's taken permanent residence on your cheeks, you'd never hear the end of the teasing if he saw that. You stay in the cold of the evening for a little longer, the chill of the air circling you and helping to slow the beating of your heart, the memory of the smell of his smoke and aftershave and how it now seems to cling to your clothes still working to fluster you despite his absence.

As you head back into the halls of the venue you feel the need to confirm that the moment was real, and not just another cruel daydream after months on the road. You take out your phone and text him,

‘i’m obsessed with you too, for the record’

His reply is almost immediate,

‘i know, love’ .

“Cocky prick” you whisper to yourself, his proud reply so Matty it makes you giggle and works to calm any growing concerns you may have had. Shoving the phone into your back pocket you make your way to the greenroom with everyone else to wait while the boys perform, your heart beating that bit faster as the set gets nearer and nearer to the end, “Come see me after the show, yeah?” playing over and over in your head.

Once the show was over and most of the set taken down, your steps are embarrassingly quick as you walk to the back of the venue, once again to the boys' delegated smoking area, already smelling the intoxicating smoke that hung in the air that was undoubtedly coming from him. He turns as you round the corner, his lips raising into a smirk as he throws the burnt out butt to the ground, stamping it with his dress shoes. He waits for you to walk close to him, his eyes never once leaving yours before grabbing out at your shirt and pulling you flush to him, your arms moving to rest on his chest. Despite the chill in the air the heat between your bodies was enough to make your skin blush immediately. His eyes looked down at you mischievously as his fingers toy with your shirt absentmindedly behind your back.

“So you’re obsessed with me, huh?” 

You huff out a laugh and look up to see that smug grin plastered over his beautiful face, his skin glowing and his curls a mess after his performance onstage. 

“Don’t let it go to your head, we don’t need any more to feed your ego” you tease, poking at his forehead and watching as he momentarily closes his eyes at the motion.

His saccharine grin returns, “Too late for that darlin, you’ve confessed your undying obsession with me there’s no getting rid of me now”

You drop your head to his chest, subtly revelling in the affection as his arms wrap around you, enveloping you in comfort, making it impossible to ever imagine leaving them.

“You’re insufferable, you know that,” you laugh and despite your teasing he drops a kiss to your head, 

“Yeah but I’m yours now, and that’s all that matters”

[gibbysupremeacyisreal]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒

(   smut ,  not requested ! minors, dni !  )

    ( a/n: omfg I went a lil overboard on this.       it was so fun writing tho. also let me be clear!! all of this is consensual and there is always a safe word! )

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧: praise (giving and receiving) He goes insane the first time he hears it, it makes his hips stutter momentarily before he goes 100000% harder and faster. can't help but cum afterwards, also the type to go "oh yeah?"  or " found the spot, huh?". Or when you're being the dom he likes getting told he's taking it so well or that he's doing amazing, just little words of encouragement help him so much !! he is a baby and you need to take care of him:( also huge on aftercare!!! likes the affectionate aspect of it! will for sure cuddle you afterwards.

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰: edging (giving and receiving)

The first time he did it as punishment, whether that was because you were acting up or he was just in the mood. It was supposed to be a punishment. But, in turn it ended up turning him on much more then he thought it would. You trying to squirm for his touch back, or start to cry and beg for him to let you cum. He would do it for hours if you'd let him. (He also always makes you use the color system: red yellow green etc). But when you turned around and used it on him? That was a mistake. He'd get so sexually frustrated he'd do anything to get his release. Definitely the only time he'd ever beg.. but you wished he did it more.

𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠: degradation/ humiliation (receiving)

Getting told he has a small dick and he can barely satisfy you makes him want to prove a point, so he does.  He'll fuck your brains out for hours on end, but also getting told that will turn him on and will give him the stamina he needs to make you cum. Likes being called dumb, small, or being told he cums to fast. He will definitely edge himself to make you come at least 4 times before he even cums once.

𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧: hand holding (receiving and giving)

to him, hand holding is a silent word of encouragement. it gives him the last bit of energy he needs to make you or himself cum. he loves the affectionate part of it, it's just so adorable to him when you lace your fingers together, it is also a way to tell him when to stop, you guys have a system of 2 hand squeezes to stop !:)

𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱: pegging/anal (recieving)

Bringing it up to you was difficult for him,  since he was usually the top. He was surprised (but not disappointed) when you agreed to try. You guys bought all of the things you needed and when it was finally time, he LOVED it. He liked the fact that he was able to let go and not have to be in control, and the little whimpers he kept letting out showed that. Has never cum faster. Submits SOOO quickly, begging for you to go harder, repeatedly thanks you when he comes, saying things like " i love you" or " you're to good for me". He will of course return the favor afterwards. ;)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧: bulge kink (giving)

It's definitely a huge ego boost the first time it happened. Thrusts again to make sure it was really him, then constantly tries to do it. His logic is if he can't see it, he isn't fucking you hard enough. Makes sure he isn't hurting you though!!! But just the sight of it gives him enough stamina for DAYSSS.

𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧: sir kink (receiving)

It's always been a unspoken kink of his, but when you accidentally called him that... You're screwed. Will adapt to the nickname so quickly, asking you something along the lines of "Sir making you feel good? Yea?" But will full on expect a answer like "yes sir." Will be fully devoted to fucking you so hard all you remember is sir.  also definitely teases you about it afterwards. "You want water? Say yes sir."

𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧: overstimulation (giving)

LOVES the way you try to squirm away from his touch,  begging him to stop,  Tears streaming down your face from the pleasure quickly turning into pain, the smile can't help but form on his face. It might be a tad bit sadistic but you did ask him to make you cum... and he did! "awh, is that to much baby? but you asked me to fuck you..." if he does end up overstimulating you, afterwards he will be SO proud and SOO caring, offering you water, lifting you up to walk you into the bathroom to go and then get ready for bed. :)

[pokemon-ash-aus]

I absolutely ADORE your Teacher Assistant!au, do you have anymore art or hc's for it?

I dooo!!! God what did i write last time? I dint remember so here's a lil baby Eevee eventually evolving!!

Headcanons:

-Ash's Aura isnt something he can turn off EXCEPT when he's under extreme stress or duress that he can't handle. It's akin to a Sensory Overload for him, everything gets muted and it feels like he looses his ability to hear and see even though its still there.

- Pikachu is crazy expierenced and strong, he doesnt tell the Newbies that he's beat up legendaries because he wants them to see him as the fun- if slightly crazy- friend and partner!

- Ash actually has a lot of Eggs back at the farm because of his pokemon either, a) Populating or b)finding eggs at random.

-Because screw Gender evo's. Gender Specific pokemon have a branched evo that is either Nonbinary or including a Male line. The primary account being Bounsweet!

- Ash's Pokemon all know (at least) one move out of their Species normal repitoire. Bukbasaur with Dig and Gust, Charizard with all 3 Elemental Punches, Squirtle with Dragon Pulse. They're not overly good with it, its a lot of testing and mostly used as a last minute resort wih lots of build up.

-The kids recognize that Ash isnt that much older than them and they know he's barely considered their senior but they cant help but admire how he acts and talks and the stories and lessons he can teach. Its better when Ash fully admits he doesnt understand something and asks them questions about it, it makes them feel like he truly sees them as friends (he does)

-There's another student joining in that has yet to be seen (But they are a canon character) mostly for an even amount of students.

- Ash and Lusamine have major beef with eachother. Its hatred on first sight. They do not become friends, they don't become buddy buddy, Ash barely tolerates her and even that drops when she's good and grants the students Ultra Guardian status. *They're CHILDREN Lusamine!*

- Ash is very touch affectionate with his students. Pats of affirmation, small side hugs, shoulder nudging etc. He's not onto full on hugs of comfort, that gives him the heeby jeebies but its still more affection than most of the students are used to.

- Dont be fooled Ash may be expierenced and has stories to boot, But he's still an idiot. "That's an Oxymoron!" "Dont call the strategy a moron, they cant defend themselves!"

- Ash typically defaults to it for Pokemon until he knows them personally. He's especially vicious with correcting older folk on pronouns just to piss them off, most pokemon dont really care but at times its a sweet gesture, especially if the folks are particularly nasty.

- Ash has met Viren before and vice versa. It was a brief meeting on a boat and both of them left extremely bitter about it. Ash comoletely forgot about Viren but Viren remenbers Ash as that "15 year old Brat!" its extremely funny to have a one sided hatred when the other party barely remenbers you

- Ash is bad at matching names to faces, but its not malicious. If you dont see him everyday, he's bound to forget

- Ash and his pokemon speak a lot of languages, but only he and Pikachu can really read, and even then its still trial and error. He has a lot of moments of pausing and trying to translate on slower days.

- Pikachu has trained to be able to feel aura and see like his partner. Its no where near as strong as Ash's and it drains him fast, but he wants to know what Ash sees and feels.

That's all i got for now :D

[7inaa]

INTIMACY WITH RINDOU HAITANI

You and Rindou are having a bath together, the soft smell of jasmine and lavender floated gingerly in the humid air, through the the spacious white and gold bathroom, it’s so calm and it takes you to the moments that happened before this, before laying in his strong arms. It’s a warm Sunday and Rin has been craving you desperately throughout the whole week he’s been away, figuring out “some shit out in brazil”. But he missed you so fucking much. the way you naturally smell of cocoa butter and sweet hair products, the way you hold and pepper his face in kisses before he leaves, even when you’re wearing lipgloss. The way you screw your face at him when he’s being too affectionate or slaps your ass too hard, the way you make him wear ‘rocks’ for protection even when he thinks he doesn’t need it but each time he comes home, you whisper a little thanks to the universe that he’s safe with you. Fuck he needs you now, right now. So much so that he came early from a long flight just to pick you up from work in his black range rover, then got food and some snacks because on the last facetime before he saw you, you were talking about a show you wanted to watch, and he took you home, finally.

Rindou is so long and brawny that he takes up most of the space in the tub, he’s grateful though because he can silently appreciate how the plush of your thighs press against his and how you absentmindedly caress at the tattooed skin of his arms that are currently wrapped around your soft waist. And even when you’re sitting in front of him, in-between his legs, he’s still a head taller than you he thinks it’s cute, as he moves his forehead from the nape of your neck. He shifts his hands to start twisting your hair, in very very uneven sized twists, but your heart warms abundantly at his effort. It took you a long while to be 100% comfortable with Rin, to let him see you with your hair in its natural state, to let him be affectionate with you and you back, to let him see you fully naked, then to having sex with the lights on. To let him touch you, praise you, properly. At this thought, while rin is currently on the eighth twist and you leaning on him with closed eyes, you relish in the fact that you are so lucky to have such a patient, loving man that you can pour all your imperfections, perfections and ample love into and how you missed him so so much while he was gone, the stupid king sized bed felt so empty without him. However the silence is peaceful, so you giggle hazily at him while caressing his legs he just smiles handsomely behind you, almost as if he felt your confession.

Satisfied with his work he pats your head once, similar to how your mum used to and moves to help you out the bath. While he gets your robe out of the glass cabinet, you turn to him playfully while striking a pose, pouting your lips and fluttering your eyelashes.

“how do I look bubba?”

He literally can’t help but be in awe at the mere sight of you, god. and you’re all his?, he must have won the fucking lottery. Even with your hair in sleep twists, you look so sexy to him. And the fact that you have grown to be this comfortable in his presence makes him so proud. All while blushing at your very naked and very wet body.

“you always look good to me, ma”

Rin winks at you while smirking, as he comes close to wrap the robe around you then to secure it around your waist with the strap. During this lil interaction you appreciate his tan, it brings a lovely contrast to his dual toned hair, gosh he’s so handsome. Rin then lifts you up bridal style and carries you to the bedroom. Where he rubs cocoa lotion on you while you sit on the bed, starting from your feet up to your neck, then on himself . All while telling you how beautiful brazil is and he will take you there soon, “just the two of us” he smiles. he’s gonna marry you, for sure maybe even propose in brazil, he thinks.

Those were the last words spoken out into the warm evening as you two were cuddled and wrapped up, in the once empty king sized bed and drifted off into a deep sleep in each other’s arms.

[jeongans]

SEVENTEEN REACTION,

their shy s/o initiating affection

승철, scoups

he’d have this stupid smirk on his face which has you hiding your face behind your hands instantly. i don’t think he’d necessarily tease you about it, but he’d make you feel 10x more shy, for sure. he’s prying your hands away from your face, swooning at how your face is scrunched up in embarrassment, your eyes screwed shut as you can’t bare to meet his own. “who are you hiding from hm, look at me baby!” he’d laugh, amused.

정한, jeonghan

c’mon now, it’s jeonghan - he’s gonna tease you about this! you hadn’t even done anything necessarily bold, it was a simple kiss on the cheek but oh god, jeonghan was making such a big deal out of it. it’s only because he absolutely adores you way you bury your face into his chest when embarrassed and refuse to budge. “oh, what’s this? my baby’s so confident all of a sudden! i’ve just got to tell the members about this!” menace.

지수, joshua

so sweet about it, just a lil bit of a tease. you’d be with the rest of his members at a dinner, and you’re social battery is going down, and you’re starting to feel a bit overwhelmed, and so without thinking you grab a hold on joshua’s hand. he turns to you, slightly started, and shoots you a feign look of shock - but he can barely hold it up before a smile curls at his lips. he’d press a lil kiss to your cheek, to make you even more flustered.

준휘, junhui

he won’t make a big deal out of it, he doesn’t actually care who initiates what. but when you’re sat in the back of the car, and you can feel yourself growing tired you muster up all the courage you have, just to lean your head against jun’s shoulder. again, he won’t make a big deal, but admittedly his heart would backflip. he’d look down at you with such a fond smile, it makes you blush even more. “you ok there? my sleepy baby.”

순영, hoshi

soonyoung, on the other hand, is going to make this a huge deal - he’s gonna act like this is life changing. the moment you pull away from the kiss, eyes wide and face burning hot, soonyoung’s already got this huge grin on his face. he’d pull you into him, crushing you so hard into his chest as he giggles, loudly! you’re so embarrassed already and this man will not help your case out at all. will kiss you so so many times, giggling through every single kiss. “my sweet baby! so cute!”

원우, wonwoo

wonwoo isn’t exactly the most confident with his affection either, but he maybe slightly more confident than you. you’d be at his dorms, just hanging in his room. you begin to grow tired, and can’t help but think about how nice it’d be to crawl into your boyfriend’s arms n fall asleep there, and so with much hesitance, you do - and it shocks him to say the least. like he’s just watching you with a :0 face as you settle yourself against his chest. he finds it so, so cute though :”-)

지훈, woozi

well, it’s not like he’s any better. you’d probably be way more affectionate if jihoon wasn’t so standoffish - the last thing you want to do is make him uncomfortable. he’d notice you look pretty nervous about something one day, chewing your bottom lip, your hands in your lap as you zone out. he’d ask you gently if something was bothering you when you’d suddenly blurt out that you really wanna kiss him. he’d look at you for a few seconds, wide eyed and taken aback, his face flushed in an embarrassing shade of red, before he leans in to connect your lips with his own, his hand finding yours.

석민, dokyeom

dokyeom may be affectionate, but he is shy too. but, he does love how shy and blushy he makes you when ever he pulls you into his arms, or when he plants an unexpected kiss to your lips. he didn’t expect how shy and blushy he’d get when you finally did the same though. you’d pull away from the kiss, eyes darting at everything but dokyeom. he’d feel his face burn red, but he can’t help the huge grin that pulls at his lips.

민규, mingyu

mingyu knows how flustered he makes you, and he absolutely relishes in it. he is always cooing at you, he just thinks you’re the most adorable thing ever! when he cups your face in his hand, peppering soft lil kisses all over your face, and when he pulls away your face immediately goes to hide itself in his neck. so when you suddenly come up to him one morning while he’s busying himself with cooking, and you lean on your tiptoes, pressing a quick peck to his cheek, his heart almost explodes. he abandons whatever he was doing.

명호, minghao

like jun, he does not care really. it still makes his heart beat a lil faster, but it’s not something he’s gonna be all dramatic about. you’d be in bed with him, and it’s the room is awfully cold. minghao would usually be the first to pull you into his arms, or cuddle into you, but he’d be way too invested in his book to realise how cold you are. you decide no embarrassment is worse than the temperature of the room, and so you meekly grab minghao’s book, settling yourself into his arms. he’d smile like crazy, but he wouldn’t say anything for the sake of not embarrassing you. “oh, hi there love :)”

승관, seungkwan

he doesn’t mean to tease you, he says, you’re just so adorable, how is that his fault? you’d shuffle awkwardly into the room whilst seungkwan is busy looking through some papers. he’d acknowledge you w a small hum and smile, not really thinking about the fact that you’re just stood silently next to him. but then the papers are taken gently from his hands, and you’re climbing into his lap, face hiding in the crook of his neck straight away. seungkwan’s smiling so hard that he thinks his cheeks might just fall off.

버논, vernon

another one who doesn’t care. the two of you would be out with the members, and they decided they wanted to go and look around the town centre. everyone would be stood in the middle, deciding where to go first and you feel pretty overwhelmed at how busy the place is, and so out of slight panic, you latch yourself onto vernon, arms circling his waist as you press your cheek against his chest. he’d look down at you in surprise, but he’s more concerned at how anxious you look. “woah, you okay there baby..?”

디노, dino

this man will ascend to the heavens if you were ever to initiate affection. like, he’d just look at you with hazy eyes and this love-dumb smile on his face and it just makes you wayyy more flustered than you anticipated. be careful, because when you do it once - he wants you to do it all the time. you’d catch him staring at you and give him a question look, and he just tilts his head with a tiny smirk, tapping at his lips. gosh this man..

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