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clowneryplusftf1 · 3 days ago

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Max Verstappen x reader

You have a secret Jos reveals to Max, and it leads to a rift that takes time to heal.

warning: mention of domestic abuse!

“How are things going with your girlfriend?” Jos asks, sounding perfectly casual, as if it’s nothing more but a question he asks out of courtesy during a small talk.

But his son isn’t stupid, he knows it’s a trap, he knows there’s a good reason why he asked that. To be fair, you never liked each other, in fact, you usually did your best to avoid him, or if there was no chance to leave, you simply remained silent. Jos sometimes complained about your rudeness, but Max let it fly past his ear, he didn’t even listen to him most of the time.

For a moment he thinks about what to say, because there’s a plan, there’s something he’s hell-bent on doing before the two of you travel to Belgium, yet, despite knowing his father would find out anyway, he’s uncertain about telling him the truth.

“Everything’s perfect,” he says eventually with a smile, then takes a sip of his gin and tonic to calm himself.

Jos nods with a hum. “Interesting.” Max looks at him with a raised brow, wondering what’s this about. And then, his father continues. “You know, I wonder why she has an escape fund then. If everything was perfect, she wouldn’t need that, don’t you think?”

An escape fund? It suddenly feels like he has icy water thrown on him. He heard about this before, this is something some women, especially those in an abusive relationship, start to have the money to escape from their partner. As far as he can remember, he never treated you badly, he hasn’t even raised his voice, and the two of you barely get into an argument.

Then why?

Sure, ever since you moved in, he refuses to let you pay for anything, and since you usually come to the races with him, you can only work remotely and part-time. But you chose that, he never forced you to accept these things. Then again, it’s easy to question his own decisions, wondering if unintentionally he was a little more pushy than he should have been.

Clearing his throat, he leans back in his chair and looks his father in the eye, defiant and sure he’s either lying, or simply misunderstands the situation. “She does whatever she wants with her own money, she earned it. I’m more interested in how you know about this in the first place,” he says, his voice calm despite the anger that’s rising inside him.

Jos huffs. “Does it even matter? Listen, I just don’t want you to be stuck in a relationship that can take your mind off of racing any moment. What if she leaves? Yes, you’re tough, but I’m sure her absence would hurt you,” he says.

He’s playing those stupid mind games of his again, trying to manipulate him to make sure things happen the way he wants them to happen. But Max is smarter than to let him win. “She won’t leave. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go home to her,” he tells his father, his voice making it clear he’s not about to change his mind.

On the way to his apartment, though, he can’t help but think about your escape fund. Is it one of his dad’s ridiculous lies? Or are you seriously planning to leave? He’s just about to propose to you, he can’t be left in this uncertainty. So, he makes up his mind to ask you once he gets home.

You’re sitting on the couch cross-legged, covered with a blanket while you binge-watch a series he would normally avoid, but tonight all he wants is spending time with you, enjoying the nice, quiet moments before the storm, before he finally gathers the strength to ask you about what he just found out.

“Hey, you’re home early,” you greet him with a smile.

Max flashes a soft smile at you before leaning down to give you a quick kiss. “You know I’d rather be with you than my dad.”

With a quiet chuckle, you pat the empty couch next to you, and he follows your silent order like a good little soldier. He immediately reaches out for your hand, wrapping his long fingers around it tightly to ground himself, to make him forget about the possibility of losing you.

Because it’s there in the cards, once he asks you about the fund, the conversation can go into any direction. You can get defensive, accusing him of spying on you, or you can deny it, even if it’s true, or if it’s nothing more than a lie his father fabricated, you can get mad at him for even considering the possibility.

So, for now, he tries to enjoy this series, constantly asking you questions about the characters and their relationships with each other, but you answer everything patiently, you don’t get mad at him for interrupting the experience.

He takes the chance to talk to you during a quick snack break between two episodes, and he’s standing in the kitchen next to you, flexing his fingers over and over again to fight his nerves. You’re oblivious to what’s happening, your mind is focused on the quest to find the ice cream you bought for nights like this a few days ago.

“Can I ask you something?” he asks suddenly, his voice quiet and uncertain, because he’s still unsure about this whole thing.

You look back at him and nod before closing the fridge. He can see the surprise, he can tell you know it won’t be a topic you’ll like. Do you think he wants to break up with you? He doesn’t want you to even consider the possibility of him not loving you enough, because he does, and he has no idea what he would do without you.

And it’s not even an exaggeration.

“This is gonna sound weird but… do you really have an escape fund?”

You have your poker face on, if anything, he sees a slight confusion, but he notices the way your breathing gets a little heavier, a telltale sign of being caught in a lie.

“A what?” you ask innocently, as if you didn’t know perfectly well what he’s talking about.

“An escape fund, money some women keep to get away from their abusive partners.”

A little tilt of your head is the only reaction. “I do have savings, Max, but I think you already knew about that,” you tell him. “And I wouldn’t exactly call that some escape fund. Why would I even need it?” you ask with a short laugh.

As much as he wishes he didn’t know the answer, he thinks he does. He does know why you might think there is a small chance of him turning violent, and it’s not the whole ‘Mad Max’ thing, but rather his upbringing. He remembers all the times you heard him talk about the outrageous things his father did when he was a child, how he treated him, and how lightheartedly he could talk about his experiences, as if they were perfectly normal.

But he could never hurt you, and he has no idea how he should assure you of that.

Did he ever give you a reason to doubt him?

“Max?”

“Hmm?”

You take a hesitant step closer, slowly reaching out as if you were afraid of touching him, but in the end you drop your hand to your side. It hurts him to see you like this, so uncertain about him, because all he wants is unbreakable trust between the two of you.

“What gave you the idea that I have an escape fund?” you ask eventually.

Max groans as he hops on the kitchen island. “Take a guess,” he says with a grimace.

A quiet oh leaves your lips before you fold your hands behind your back and lean against the counter across from him.

“But it’s okay. I asked, and you answered. That’s all I need–honesty, no matter what,” he says with a reassuring smile. “If you ever feel like telling me something, I’m here.”

Maybe this is the right time to do what he’s been planning to do. He kept the ring in his car, hidden in the trunk, but now he has it in his pocket, waiting for the perfect moment. This might be it. This honest and real conversation is proof that the two of you are meant to be together.

So, without further ado, he reaches for the piece of jewelry and jumps off the counter. “Hold out your hand, I have a little surprise,” he says with a big smile.

At first, you just look at him confused, but then you do as he asked. When he places the ring in the palm of your hand, your mouth opens, yet no sound comes out, your mind is clearly in overdrive as you’re trying to comprehend what’s happening. It’s okay, you just need a moment to get used to the idea.

“Do you like it?”

“Max…”

“If you don’t like it, I’ll get another one. But if you do, I have a question for you,” he explains the plan.

You pick up the ring to take a better look at it.

Uniquely made by one of the best in the world, with one bigger pink diamond, and two smaller white ones, all on a rose gold ring. In all honesty, Max has it all planned out. The date of the big day, the possible locations, most of the guest list, and he even looked for wedding dresses for you.

He watches you, and he can see that you’re too shocked by the surprise to know what to say. So, he waits patiently, giving you all the time you need. The need to reach out and sweep your hair out of your face is strong, but that would be too much now, he doesn’t want you to feel like he’s trying to rush you, or sneakily convince you to say yes.

“Are you sure about this?” you suddenly ask, your eyes finally meeting his blue ones.

Max can only smile at this. When was the last time he said or asked something without meaning it? So, he nods, then takes a step closer to you again. “Is that a yes?” he wonders cautiously, that happy smile already playing on his lips.

“Yes. It’s a yes!” you squeal before jumping into his arms.

#########

Surprise.

Then curiosity.

Then worry.

And then, finally, panic.

Because you’re nowhere to be found when Max wakes up in the morning, and while initially he assumed you just went to grab something for breakfast (the fridge is full) or left for a jog (you hate nothing more than running) now he’s certain that, with all possibilities eliminated, he has no choice but to call you.

Not because he’s controlling, but because he’s worried sick about you, because he can’t help but wonder if you have doubts about the engagement. What if you changed your mind and now you’re out to gather your thoughts and figure out how to tell him it’s over?

No, he can’t think like this. You love him, you said it yourself.

Your phone is turned off, and he checks the Find My app while cursing under his breath, slowly losing his patience from the fact he knows absolutely nothing. But it’s pointless, because your last known location is this building. Wherever you are, you turned out while you were still at home.

He rushes to the bedroom to change into a pair of jeans and a simple green tee so he can then go out to look for you. And that’s when he notices the ring on the nightstand, and the missing bag on the wardrobe that he often tripped over if he went inside without turning the light on.

You left.

You left without giving an explanation, without saying goodbye, or without leaving even a short note behind.

Gulping, he sits on the edge of the bed with the ring in his hand, trying to figure out what happened. Was it him who did something? Or did you just find his question about the escape fund a huge red flag which told you he didn’t trust you?

“Fuck,” he curses as he throws the ring into the wardrobe.

He picks up his phone and begins to write a message, which is followed by new ones over the course of the day. He’s desperate, because no one knows where you are.

First, he went over to Charles to see if you went there to either see Alex to discuss the engagement, but he had no luck. Then he asked every single friend of his you were on good terms with, but they didn’t see you either. Then came your friends with no luck. The last resort was your mother, but she said you hadn’t spoken in weeks.

There was only one friend of yours he couldn’t reach at first, and three excruciating hours after he found out you left, she finally calls him back. Max explains the situation, and surprisingly, all he hears is a long sigh.

“What is it?” he asks eagerly.

Your friend hesitates for a moment. “She bolted. Again.”

Bolted? And again? What does that even mean?

Before he can ask, she begins to explain the situation. “There’s this Taylor Swift song called The Bolter, and we nicknamed her that after hearing it for the first time because it’s kinda fitting. She always leaves when things get too serious for her liking,” she adds.

“Why does she leave? Was it all pretend? Our relationship, I mean.”

“No, no, it was real!” she quickly tells him. “She really loves you, it’s just too much for her. Look, this is something she should be telling you, not me.”

Of course, it’s understandable, and Max assures her of that.

#########

Days pass with no sign of you.

Focusing on work becomes more and more unbearable, because all he thinks about is you, even when those vultures keep asking him about Christian and a speculated private meeting with Toto. He doesn’t care about all this shit, he just wants you to come back to him. He knows he can’t even report you missing since you’re an adult who clearly left on her own will.

Every now and then he sends you a message. These aren’t requests to make you return to him, just worried tell-me-you’re-okay texts. Sometimes he simply tells you how he is or what happened during the weekend. He hopes you would answer at least once, but you don’t.

Having his mother around in Belgium helps him, because she’s there to listen and she really liked you from the beginning, and the feeling was mutual as far as he knew. She was even willing to reach out to you, hoping you would answer her call or text, but nothing.

“She will come around eventually,” she says with a smile.

The two of them are sitting in a restaurant, enjoying a nice evening together, but no matter how hard he tries to smile and be happy, he can’t shake off the feeling that something happened to you. He can’t help but wonder if this is his father’s doing, if his manipulation by making him assume you wanted to leave was the wedge between the two of you.

It wasn’t such a wild idea–the manipulation, that is. His father often did that, he often tried to control his life, and you were never happy about that, you always told him to just tell him to fuck off. And then he would tell you that he’s been past that, and that’s when you usually nod and let the topic go.

“Why did I listen to dad?” Max suddenly asks, breaking the thick silence that fell between them after her reassuring sentence. “It’s always like this, I become a stupid kid and listen to him, and he just fucks things up for me again and again.”

His mother lets out a sigh as she reaches out to take his hand. “Max, you’re beginning to blame yourself for what happened. You’re right, it’s your fathers doing as always. He never liked her,” she adds.

Everything comes back to him, all the evil remarks, every occasion when his father tried to humiliate you by calling you a gold digger. All of this while he knew perfectly well you only let him pay for things because he insisted and never let you alone when it came to this, so in the end you just gave up and began to put the remaining money in your savings.

The savings his father believed to be an escape fund. “I’m so stupid for even considering the idea that he’s right,” he mutters as he rubs his eye with his hand.

After the chaotic, rain-soaked race weekend ends, he comes to the conclusion that he needs to give you the space and time you need. You can’t be gone forever, right? You have a life in Monaco with a job and friends. And he hurt you with the accusation, even if it was wrapped in a simple, innocent question. But he was accusing you, he knows that now.

At this point he doesn’t even want you to return because of him. If it’s over, at least he would know you’re okay. And maybe he could even get a proper closure.

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Max will have some time before the Dutch Grand Prix, so you decide to give him a visit. In the past weeks you had time to think, to consider the pros and the cons, but what tipped the scale was a chat with your mother, who was over the Moon to hear you left Max. You always knew she didn’t like him, but hearing her be so happy that you expected even a bottle of champagne to be popped showed you the truth.

You need to tell him the truth, you need to be open about your past, about your childhood so he would understand why you did what you did, and why you got scared when he found out. It’s not that you wanted to leave, you loved him too much, you still do, but you couldn’t bear the thought of him feeling sorry for you.

You: Can we meet?

Honestly, you don’t expect him to answer your text. It would be perfectly understandable if he went radio silent. If the roles were reversed, you would do the same.

Yet, a few minutes later, your phone beeps once.

Max: Why? You want to get your stuff from the apartment?

The apartment. Not my, not our, but the apartment, as if he was building a distance, not even considering it to be his home anymore.

You: I know you were looking for me. Leaving like this was a shitty move, I’m sorry. But I’d like to explain the situation.

Dots. Those fucking dots appear and stay for over three minutes (you keep track of time) and you begin to wonder if he typed an answer that he doesn’t intend on sending you. Maybe you should call him, maybe a proper conversation would soften him enough to agree to meet.

And then, your phone’s screen lights up and his name shows because of a FaceTime call. Your heart rate jumps suddenly, making it hard to breathe, and suddenly you’re not sure what to tell him. You want to talk in person, you don’t want to spill your heart out over a goddamn screen.

But you answer. You reached out and now he’s willing to talk. If this is the moment when you tell him everything, so be it. He deserves to choose when and how to learn the truth.

“Hi,” you say, your voice quiet and uncertain.

Max gulps, then exhales slowly, clearly not sure what to say. But then he speaks up, and his voice gives away that he’s still hurt and worried at the same time. “It’s good to see you’re okay.”

Guilt fills your mind all of a sudden. How could you do this to him?

“I know it means nothing, but for what it’s worth, I’m terribly sorry. But I had my reason, and if you’re willing to listen, I can tell you about it.”

“Why exactly do your friends call you The Bolter?” Max suddenly asks, curiosity shining in his eyes.

A sigh leaves your lips. You should’ve expected him to hear about this, and he does deserve an explanation, yet you don’t know where to start. In the end, you decide to go back to the beginning.

You lick your lips to buy some time, just enough to put your thoughts and the events in order. “My dad… wasn’t a good man. He hurt my mom, and then he wanted to hurt me too, but my mom took me away from him before it became too late,” you say.

While you take a breath, Max decides to chime in. “That’s why you hate my dad so much, because he reminds you of your own, right?” he asks.

It’s hard to admit that this is the truth, because unlike you, he has a complicated relationship with his. How do you tell someone that ‘sorry, I just have PTSD every time your violent idiot of a father shows up?’ But you promised yourself to be honest, so you nod quietly.

He remains silent, and you’re not sure what’s going on inside his head. This has never been an issue, not once. But now, for some reason, it feels like you’re talking to a stranger. And it’s your fault. There’s no one else to blame but yourself.

When you least expect it, Max speaks up again. “You did have an escape fund, didn’t you?”

His voice is quiet. Raspy but full of the kind of softness you appreciate.

“I did.”

“Why? Did you really think I’d become just like my dad? That I would be able to hurt you one day?”

You gulp as you watch him through the screen, the pained look on his face feeling like a dagger in your heart. “It wasn’t my idea. My mom… when I moved in with you, she started one for me, then told me to regularly put money on that account too. She was worried about me, and she wanted to make sure I’d be okay if the worst happened,” you explain.

“Baby, you’re making excuses for her, even if what she did was not right,” Max tells you.

It’s easy to say he’s speaking from experience, that he used to make the same mistake. But lately he does it less and less often, now as an adult knowing perfectly well what was healthy parenting, and what was absolutely toxic bordering on abuse.

A few seconds of heavy silence follows his words, and you’re trying to figure out what to say to that. But it’s easy, you just don’t want to believe being forgiven can be that easy. “You’re right, and I’m sorry.”

“We’re gonna leave this behind and come out stronger, okay? I don’t want you to leave, I don’t want to break up with you for lying about something like this. I just want to go on with our relationship with this put behind us for good, with total honesty between us from on. Can you do this?” he asks seriously.

Fighting back your tears, you nod. “I promise you, there will be no secrets anymore.”

Max smiles at this. “Good. See you in Monaco when you return?” he asks.

You awkwardly scratch the back of your neck. “Yeah, about that. I’ve been hiding in Monaco the whole time,” you quickly admit.

“Come home. Now.”

#max verstappen #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x you #f1 #f1 rpf #f1 x reader #f1 x you #formula 1

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drafts-and-delusions · 3 days ago

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hi! i wanna ask for a jealous baby x gn!reader fic lol. he’s my favourite saja and i really need more of him. Even what i write doesn’t satisfy my brain worms. Hope you can write this!

No One Else Gets This

Tags: gn!reader, fluff with possessive undertones, jealous!baby, protective behavior, first relationship, public date setting, food market date

ahhh baby saja... proper name.... place name... backstory stuff...

He’s never done this before. Not the dating part; the public part. The walking-around-with-someone-he-likes kind of thing. His hoodie is zipped up, cap pulled low, silver chain tucked beneath his shirt. Sunglasses hang from his collar, more for show than anything. The market lights above cast a soft, uneven warmth over everything.

You’re beside him, chewing on a pork skewer with sauce smeared on your cheek. You're grinning at nothing in particular, swaying slightly with the music playing from someone’s portable speaker a few stalls away.

He could stay in this moment forever.

Then someone ruins it.

“Hey,” a voice says behind you. “Sorry, just couldn’t help noticing you. You’re really cute.”

You blink and start to turn, confused. There’s a guy—probably your age, maybe a little older. Relaxed posture. Easy smile. The type that seems harmless.

But not harmless enough.

Before you can open your mouth, Baby steps in front of you. Not fast or aggressive, just decisive. He doesn’t raise his voice. Doesn’t square up or curse the guy out. But something shifts in the air, heavy and tense. You feel it immediately; the kind of pressure that makes your skin crawl without knowing why.

“They’re not available,” Baby says. His voice is calm, but final.

The guy puts his hands up, defensive. “Whoa, I didn’t know—chill, man.”

“I am chill,” Baby replies. His tone doesn’t change, but his eyes are different now. Flat. Unreadable. “That was me being polite.”

The guy mutters something and disappears into the crowd.

You peek out from behind Baby, raising your brow. “You good?”

He turns to you, jaw tight.

“He looked at you like he thought he had a shot,” he mutters.

“He asked if I was single. You answered before I could.”

He squints a little. “Yeah. You’re welcome.”

You try not to laugh. “You really don’t like it when people talk to me, huh?”

He doesn’t answer. Just pulls out another skewer from the bag and starts chewing, eyes darting back and forth like he’s still on edge.

“I’ve never dated anyone before,” he says after a long pause. “Never had to share someone. Never wanted to.”

You go quiet for a second. Not because you don’t know what to say—just letting him have space to finish.

He finally looks at you again. “But then there’s you. And I want to be out here with you. Want to eat greasy food and go on walks like we’re normal people. But no one else should get to look at you like that.”

You don’t respond right away. You reach up and wipe a little sauce from the corner of his mouth with your sleeve.

“You’re kind of hot when you’re scary,” you say.

He chokes slightly on the skewer.

“I’m always hot,” he grumbles. “Even when I’m not scary.”

You press a kiss to his cheek. “You’re doing great, first-time boyfriend.”

He scoffs. “Shut up. I’d fight a whole crowd for you.”

You smile. “I know.”

The two of you go back to eating under the warm, blinking market lights. And for a while, it really does feel normal.

#signed sealed served #join the pride #baby saja #baby saja x reader #kpdh #kpop demon hunters

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imtaashu · 1 day ago

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𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞

✮ pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

✮ summary: Bucky’s phone gallery is full of you. Unposed. Unfiltered. You ask why and his answer makes your heart ache in the softest way.

✮ genre: Fluff / Soft Romance / Established Relationship

✮ word count: ~1.5k

✮ warnings: Pure fluff, quiet crying (the cute kind), sleepy kisses, soft Bucky supremacy

✮ author’s note: This is basically a warm blanket of a fic. For anyone who’s ever been loved so quietly and completely that it makes you cry a little bit in the best way. Enjoy, softies 💗

You’re both on the couch, legs tangled, half-watching some movie neither of you really care about.

Bucky’s hand is in your hair, mindlessly scratching your scalp, and your own phone is dead somewhere under the blanket. He passes you his when you mumble something about wanting to check movie reviews and scroll a bit.

You unlock it, swipe around, open his gallery by instinct.

And then you pause. Because his photo album is full of… you.

Like, really full of you.

Not just selfies or cute posed moments. No, it’s the sleepy ones. The mid-laugh ones. You holding a mug of tea. You reading. You crying during a Pixar movie. You with toothpaste on your cheek. You making a dumb face while holding a cat plushie from the arcade.

You blink “Buck?” you ask softly.

He hums from beside you, clearly seconds from dozing off.

You hold up the phone. “Why do you have, like… a million pictures of me?”

He cracks one eye open, sees what you’re looking at—and instead of scrambling for an excuse, he just shrugs “Helps when the world feels loud.”

You stare at him. The room suddenly feels warm and huge and soft and small, all at once.

He sits up slightly, watching your face.

“I didn’t mean to be creepy or anything,” he adds, voice low. “You just always look so… peaceful. Or real. Or happy. And I like remembering that. On the bad days.”

Your throat closes up. You blink again, swipe slowly through more of the images.

They span weeks, months. Seasons. Your hairstyles changed. Pajamas, hoodies, smiles. And always, you.

He touches your hand “I don’t always know how to say stuff,” he says. “But pictures help me remember. What I have. Why I’m okay.”

You bite your lip, fighting tears now “You’re really soft, you know that?”

His cheeks pink. “Only for you.”

You reach over and kiss him, slow and gentle.

✦✦✦

The next morning, you catch him printing out a few of the photos and tucking them into a little notebook by the bed “Just in case I need them when my phone dies,” he mumbles, clearly embarrassed.

You flip through it each photo labeled in his neat, all-caps handwriting.

• First Laugh of the Morning

• Sleepy & Warm

• My Favorite Face

• She Said She Loved Me 3 Seconds After This One

You stare. And then you tackle him with a hug so hard he almost drops the notebook "Buck?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I keep this one?” you whisper, pointing to the candid of you under the fairy lights, beaming at him.

He nods. “It’s already yours.”

✦✦✦

That night, you fall asleep with the notebook on your chest and his arm around your waist.

And in the middle of the night, when he wakes up from a nightmare, he just gently flips through the pictures until his breathing slows again.

You never even know.

✦✦✦

Later, you find a new favorite picture of yourself set as his lock screen.

You pouting at a vending machine. Caption: “Don’t let the grumpy fool you. She’s my whole heart.”

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stayycalm · 2 days ago

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“Too Much”

𝓹airing ꒱ ˒˓ Maknae Line x Female!reader ˒˓ established relationship. 𝓰enre/ angst, hurt-no comfort, they lose their cool and say your presence is too much, so you give them what they asked for, space. (a.k.a the classic they call you clingy trope).

[ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆. ] — here’s the Maknae line full of angst, hot and ready for y’all! Let me know what u think! <3

Hyung line

Han

You were starting to forget what his voice sounded like when it wasn’t recorded.

Text messages had thinned out to one-word replies, if you even got those. Calls went unanswered.

The last time you FaceTimed, he looked exhausted and distracted, barely able to finish a sentence without checking the screen behind the camera.

You understood, he had a comeback in two weeks, and 3RACHA was in overdrive.

But that didn’t make the silence hurt any less.

So, when you showed up at the studio with his favorite pastry and an iced americano (half sweet, extra ice—the way he always forgot to ask for it), it wasn’t to guilt him or get in the way. It was because you missed him.

Plain and simple.

You just wanted to see your boyfriend.

When you stepped inside, the familiar smell of coffee, dust, and electronics wrapped around you.

The studio lights were low, but the soundboard was glowing. There he was, headphones on, lips moving as he murmured along to something, hands flying across the keyboard in bursts.

He didn’t hear you at first.

“Jisung?”

You tried to sound soft. Not intrusive. Not demanding. Just… present.

He turned, blinking like he’d forgotten other people existed. His expression didn’t change. Not even when he saw you standing there, holding a coffee and a brown paper bag with a little heart drawn on it.

“I… I figured you’d be here,” you said, your smile a little too hopeful.

“You haven’t answered me, so I thought… I don’t know. I’d stop by.”

He didn’t say anything.

“I brought coffee,” you added quickly, walking over. “And cheesecake. New York style, right?”

Still no response. Just a slight hum as he turned back to the screen, the track looping in his headphones.

You told yourself not to take it personally. He was working. You’d just sit in the corner like always, quietly cheerleading from the background. You’d done this before. It used to be your thing.

You started tidying his space while he clicked through sound samples, moving a few empty bottles, stacking his notebooks so they weren’t splayed across the floor. Just something to do while you waited for him to say anything.

But then your elbow brushed one of the cables. A bump. Barely noticeable. Until everything on the screen glitched.

Your heart jumped.

“I’m so sor—”

“What the hell?!”

His voice cut you off. Sharp. Loud. Angry.

You turned slowly. He was standing now, chair pushed back, arms stiff at his sides.

“Are you serious right now?” he snapped. “You can’t just come in here and touch stuff like it’s your personal hangout!”

You blinked. “I—I was just trying to help—”

“Help?” He laughed, short and bitter. “You think showing up here and messing with my setup is helping?”

Your hands were shaking.

“I just wanted to see you,” you said, voice small.

“This isn’t a date,” he bit out. “I’m at work. You don’t belong here when we’re on a deadline. God, you’re always just… showing up. Hovering. Acting like—like some clingy—”

He stopped. But not fast enough.

You felt like the air had been knocked out of your chest.

Clingy.

Obsessive.

The words weren’t new, not in your head, anyway. You’d feared them every time you double-texted, every time you asked if he needed anything.

But hearing them now? From him?

You blinked fast, trying to hold in the tears. You’d promised yourself you wouldn’t cry in front of him.

“I just thought maybe… you missed me.”

He didn’t answer.

That said more than anything.

Your eyes flicked to the coffee cup. Still untouched. The little heart you drew on the sleeve was already smudging from condensation.

“I guess I was wrong,” you whispered.

Then you turned and left, before he could see the tears.

That night, you waited.

For a call. A message. Anything.

You got:

hey u good? i didn’t mean it like that just rly stressed

You didn’t respond.

Not because you wanted to be petty. But because you didn’t know what to say.

Because you weren’t okay. And no amount of him backpedaling could erase how easily he’d thrown that word at you. How he’d looked at you like a problem instead of his person.

The next few days blurred.

He texted a few more times. You muted the thread.

You needed space, something he had clearly wanted, and now you were trying to give it.

You were walking home a few days later when you saw him.

Standing outside your apartment building, hood pulled low, mask on, iced coffee in hand like that was some kind of peace offering.

You almost pretended not to see him.

“Hey,” he said, stepping forward. “Can we talk?”

You didn’t stop walking.

“Please,” he added. “Just a minute.”

You let out a slow breath and turned.

“What?”

He blinked, caught off guard by the coldness in your voice.

“I’m sorry,” he started. “I didn’t mean what I said. I was exhausted, and that track was already wrecked, and I wasn’t thinking straight—”

You held up a hand.

“Jisung, stop.”

He looked at you, pained.

“You don’t get to blow up on me and then act like a coffee and half an apology makes it okay.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“But you did.”

 Your voice cracked despite your best efforts. “You called me clingy like my caring for you was wrong. Like I haven’t been here for you, quietly, patiently, while you disappeared into your own head for weeks.”

He stepped forward again, desperate. “I miss you.”

“Do you?”

 You tilted your head, blinking at him. “Or do you just miss the idea of me? The one who shows up, drops off coffee, cheers you on, and doesn’t expect anything back?”

He was silent.

“I’m not a convenience, Jisung. You don’t get to ignore me for weeks and then need me when it suits you.”

His jaw tightened. “That’s not fair.”

“Neither was what you said,” you shot back.

“Neither was the way you made me feel like I was suffocating you just by caring.”

There it was again, that stunned look on his face, like he didn’t think this would still matter to you. Like he expected you to be over it by now.

You smiled bitterly. “But sure. I’ll be the clingy one.”

You turned to go.

“Wait—”

 His voice cracked. “Can’t we fix this?”

You looked over your shoulder.

 “I don’t know, Jisung. I don’t think I’m the one who broke it.”

Then you walked into your building, leaving him there.

Felix

The flash drive feels small in your hand, insignificant, but really, it held so many important things on it, and if it was what got you out the door. What gave you a reason to see him again, you’d take it.

You hadn’t expected it to come from Chan. His text had been short and casual:

“Hey, sorry to bother, but I think Felix left that black flash drive at your place a few days ago? We need the demo files on it. If you’re free, mind dropping it off at the dorm?”

You stared at the message a long time.

You weren’t sure if Felix even remembered he left it behind.

But you answered quickly:

“Of course. I’ll head over now.”

Because it had been over two weeks. Two weeks since you’d last really seen him, face-to-face, not over a blurry call or a half-asleep voice note.

He was buried in preparations for the comeback: rehearsals, recording, dance practice, schedules that blurred day into night. You understood. You always had. But that didn’t make the ache in your chest any less.

He hadn’t been distant, not intentionally. Just… exhausted. Spread too thin. Always running late. Always apologizing.

You hadn’t wanted to be one more thing on his to-do list. So you kept your distance, tried to be understanding.

But now you had an excuse to see him.

You stop by the convenience store on the way and grab a few of his favorite snacks. Stuff he used to always crave when he was working too hard.

You even get that vitamin drink he likes, the one that’s hard to find but helps him sleep better. Maybe it’s silly. Maybe it’s too much. But you missed him, and this was the only way you could show it.

By the time you reach the dorm, your heart is racing. You knock twice.

Felix answers the door. He looks tired. Pale. His hair is tied back messily, and he’s wearing sweatpants and an oversized hoodie you’d seen a hundred times before. But there’s no smile when he sees you.

“What are you doing here?”

It’s not harsh. Not exactly. But it’s not warm either.

You blink, holding up the flash drive. “Chan said you needed this. You left it at my place the other day.”

“You could’ve just given it to him,” he says quickly, already reaching for it. “You didn’t have to come all the way here.”

You hesitate, trying to ignore the sting in your chest. “I figured… I could drop it off and maybe say hi. It’s been a while.”

You offer the small bag in your other hand.

“And I brought snacks. You probably haven’t eaten, and I know you—”

He cuts you off.

“I’m in the middle of something.”

The voices from inside the dorm confirm that. The guys are working. You recognize Seungmin’s laugh, the scrape of a chair, Chan saying something too low to catch.

You try again. Soft. Hopeful.

“I won’t stay long. Just wanted to make sure you’re—”

That’s when he snaps.

“God, you just keep showing up. At practice, outside the studio, now here. Do you not get it? I’m busy. I don’t have time for all of this. It’s like I can’t breathe without you hovering around me.”

The words hit harder than they should.

He’s not yelling. But his voice cuts like glass, sharp, impatient, irritated. Like you’re some stranger pushing too far.

You feel the stillness behind him. Someone shifts inside the room. You know they heard. You know they’re watching.

Your cheeks burn.

You nod slowly, lowering the bag of snacks and placing it on the table just inside the door.

“Sorry,” you murmur. “Didn’t realize I was smothering you.”

Before your voice can crack, before your eyes can betray you, you turn and walk away.

You make it to the elevator before the tears come. You press the button too many times, the sting behind your eyes blurring everything. It takes everything in you not to sob in the hallway.

You just wanted to see him. Just wanted to help.

You didn’t expect him to call you clingy. Or look at you like you were an inconvenience.

Like someone he didn’t want.

He doesn’t text that night.

Or the next.

It’s two full days before your phone buzzes with a message from him.

“Hey. About earlier. I’m sorry.”

You stare at it for a long time.

Then turn off your phone.

The next message comes the day after.

“I didn’t mean to snap. I was just stressed. I appreciate you bringing the drive.”

You don’t answer.

Because you’re not sure what to say that wouldn’t shatter you both.

When he finally calls, a week later, you almost don’t pick up.

But your thumb betrays you.

“I miss you,” he says as soon as you answer. “I hate that you won’t talk to me.”

You don’t say anything.

“You know how things are right now. Comeback’s in a few days. I’m exhausted. I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”

Still, silence.

“Can’t you just—let’s just move past it. Please. I need you right now.”

You blink.

And then you laugh. Just a little. A bitter, dry sound.

“You need me?”

He hesitates. “…Yeah. I do.”

“That’s funny,” you whisper. “Because last week, I was everywhere. You couldn’t breathe remember? I was in your way.”

He tries to interrupt—tries to explain, backtrack, soften the blow. But you keep going.

“You think you get to decide when I’m too much and when I’m not enough? That I’m supposed to sit here waiting until it’s convenient for you to need me?”

“It’s not like that—”

“Then what is it like, Felix?” you snap, voice finally cracking. “Because I stood in front of you with food, with a flash drive you forgot, trying to be good and quiet and supportive, and you embarrassed me in front of your friends like I was some obsessive stranger.”

There’s a long silence.

You finally exhale.

“I just wanted to make you feel loved,” you whisper. “And you made me feel like a burden.”

He doesn’t know what to say.

And you don’t wait for him to figure it out.

Seungmin

You were used to the waiting.

Late-night rehearsals, hours in the studio, short phone calls in between packed schedules. You knew what came with dating a K-pop star. Especially one as determined as Kim Seungmin.

But what you weren’t used to was this. The ache in your chest. The way he looked through you like you were a noise instead of a person.

A burden, not a comfort. You’d only come because he said he was having a hard time.

Chan had casually mentioned in a message earlier that morning:

“Seungmin’s been pushing hard on the vocals for the comeback. He’s getting frustrated, I think he’s overworking himself. Maybe you can get him to take a real break?”

So you packed a little lunch, nothing big, just some things he liked. A couple of warm sandwiches he always asked you to make when he was stressed. The citrus vitamin drink he always drank when he lost sleep. A folded note with a little drawing on it, tucked under the lid.

You didn’t want to be a distraction.

You just wanted to be there.

When you arrive, the studio is quiet, except for the low hum of Seungmin’s voice behind the recording booth glass. You pause before entering fully, catching Chan’s eye through the window. He waves you in with a soft smile.

“He’s on take seventeen,” Chan murmurs with a little sigh. “This bridge is killing him.”

You glance toward the booth.

Seungmin’s face is focused, brows knit tightly. Headphones pulled low over his ears, he’s swaying gently, mouthing along with the guide track.

And then—

He cracks. The high jump note falters. It’s not off-pitch, but it isn’t right, and you see it in the sharp clench of his jaw as he rips the headphones off and mutters something you can’t hear.

You flinch a little at the frustration in his eyes. But still, you smile softly when he steps out of the booth, wiping sweat from his brow with a towel slung around his neck.

He doesn’t see you at first. Not until you speak up.

“You sound great,” you say gently. “You’re doing great.”

Seungmin stops in his tracks, His gaze locks on you, and he doesn’t smile.

“Are you seriously here right now?”

You blink shocked at his tone. “I—I thought I could bring you something. You haven’t been sleeping much, and Chan said—”

“You thought now was the right time? When I’m literally about to lose my mind trying to get this bridge right?”

You’re stunned into silence.

Chan shifts awkwardly in his seat behind the control board, clearly sensing the tension, but Seungmin barrels on.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been in there? This isn’t just some casual track I’m trying to get down, this is our big comeback after a major tour, and I can’t even get through one verse without messing up.”

You take a shaky breath. “I know you’re stressed, I just— I thought I could help. I brought—”

“I don’t need snacks,” he snaps, voice rising. “I don’t need distractions. I need space. God, you’ve been texting constantly, calling after practice, and now showing up here? Can’t you just back off for once?”

Your lips part. But no words come.

Your chest tightens with embarrassment, pain curling into shame as his words ring in the silent room.

You glance at Chan, he’s clearly uncomfortable, not meeting your eyes.

You feel like a fool.

“You always say you understand,” Seungmin adds bitterly, “but you don’t. If you did, you’d know this isn’t the time for cute little drop-ins.”

You swallow hard. “I wasn’t trying to bother you.”

“Well, you did.”

That’s all it takes.

You nod once, stiffly, and turn to leave, bag still in your hand, unopened.

“I’ll go,” you whisper, not looking back. “I won’t bother you again.”

You cry in the stairwell.

Because the elevator felt too slow, and you didn’t want to risk anyone seeing your red, humiliated face.

You didn’t mean to mess up his rhythm. You didn’t think your presence would ruin his focus. You thought, naively, that maybe being there would be comforting.

But all you did was become one more thing he had to shake off.

He doesn’t text that night.

Or the next.

When he finally does, it’s not to apologize.

“I don’t get why you left so suddenly. You said you understood how stressful this is.”

You stare at the message, stunned.

Then another:

“You’ve been quiet. I guess I’m the bad guy now for being overwhelmed?”

And that’s when the guilt hits him.

Because you don’t answer.

Two more days pass.

A voice memo arrives late at night. It’s short.

“I didn’t mean to take it out on you. I was frustrated. I’m still frustrated. But I shouldn’t have snapped. I know that. I just—please. Don’t shut me out, okay?”

But you are shut down.

 Completely.

Because how do you open up to someone who saw your love and called it too much?

The next time you speak to him is at a dinner with the other members, He’s already there when you arrive, sitting stiffly at the far end of the table. His eyes find yours instantly. But you don’t smile.

You sit far from him, even though there’s a seat next to his.

During the meal, he doesn’t say a word to you until you’re leaving, he follows you outside into the soft night air, calling your name.

You don’t stop walking.

“Can we talk?” he asks, catching up.

“Please?”

You pause, but don’t look at him. “Why?”

“Because I need to explain.”

You sigh. “You already did. I’m too much. Too clingy.”

“That’s not what I—”

“It’s what you said.” You finally turn to face him. “You made me feel like a chore, Seungmin. Like I was just one more thing on your list of things to get through. Do you know how humiliating it is to be looked at like that?”

He says nothing.

“I came to give you something. To cheer you up. And you made me feel embarrassing. Like I wasn’t wanted.”

You blink away tears, shaking your head. “I don’t know if I can come back from that. Not yet.”

His voice is soft. “So you’re done with me?”

You take a long breath. “I don’t know. I just know I need space. This time, I need you to give me that.”

And you walk away before he can stop you.

Because if you don’t leave now, you’ll fold into his arms.

You’ll forgive too soon. And this time, you need him to feel it.

Jeongin

It’s the third unread text.

The third one you sent in the last twenty-four hours, left on read.

You sit at the edge of your bed, thumb hovering over your screen, reading the single-word reply he did send earlier that week:

“Busy.”

No emoji. No “sorry.” Not even your name. Just busy.

You understand or at least, you’re trying to.

It’s comeback season, after all. Their schedules are stacked. Jeongin barely has time to sleep, let alone spend time with you. But still, something about the way he’s been lately…

 It doesn’t feel like just stress. It feels like distance.

Which is exactly why you’re now standing outside his dorm, holding a cup from his favorite café, and a plastic-bag full of his favorite sweet and salty snacks.

Just a quick visit. Five minutes, ten max. Just to remind him you’re thinking of him, that you’re in his corner.

You knock gently, nerves fluttering in your stomach. It takes a moment, but the door finally clicks open.

Jeongin stares at you like he didn’t expect you to exist outside a phone screen. He looks… exhausted. Hair a little damp, sweatpants low on his hips, phone still in hand.

“Hey,” you offer, lifting the bag slightly with a hopeful smile. “I thought you could use a little pick-me-up.”

He blinks. “What are you doing here?”

Your smile falters, just slightly. “I know you’ve been busy and tired lately, so I figured I’d bring you something. I won’t stay long, I just—”

He exhales sharply through his nose and turns away, walking into the kitchen. You follow instinctively, setting the bag down on the counter like something fragile.

“I didn’t ask you to come,” he mumbles.

You hesitate. “I know… I just… I missed you.”

He leans against the sink, rubbing his temples like he’s fighting a headache. The silence stretches uncomfortably.

“Jeongin?”

He straightens. “I told you I was tired. You couldn’t wait?”

His tone is flat. Not angry, not loud just… done.

You open your mouth, stunned. “I just wanted to do something nice.”

“Well, it’s not helping,” he snaps suddenly.

“You’re not helping.”

The sharpness in his voice cuts like glass.

“I—what?” you breathe, confusion tightening your throat.

“I came because I care. Because you’ve been distant and I thought maybe—”

“Exactly.” He throws his hands up. “You always assume I need you here. Like I can’t breathe without you showing up at the worst times.”

You feel like the ground just cracked beneath your feet. “Jeongin…”

He doesn’t stop.

“You get all clingy when things don’t go your way. You need constant reassurance. It’s exhausting. You’re exhausting.”

Your lips part, but there are no words. Just the sound of your heart shattering in your chest.

“You don’t mean that…”

He sighs, suddenly quieter. “I don’t have the energy for this. For you. Not right now.”

There it is.

 The confirmation.

 You were too much.

You don’t cry. Not yet. You simply nod, pick up your bag, and turn for the door.

“Where are you going?” he calls, not even chasing after you.

“I’m giving you what you asked for,” you reply without turning around.

“Space.”

The door shuts behind you with a whisper instead of a slam.

The texts come two days later.

“Hey”

“You ignoring me now?”

You don’t answer.

Then come the voice notes. His voice sounds less tired now, just cautious. Defensive.

“I was stressed. You showed up out of nowhere. I didn’t mean all that, okay?”

“You know what comeback season’s like. I’m juggling choreography, vocals, press stuff… I just snapped. It wasn’t personal.”

But it was.

Calling someone clingy isn’t a slip of the tongue. Calling them exhausting…that’s not stress talking.

That’s how you really feel.

When you don’t reply, he sends a full paragraph:

“you’re really gonna ghost me for this? After everything? You know I didn’t mean it like that. Can we just move past it?”

You stare at the message for a long time. Then finally, you type:

“You said I was exhausting.”

His reply comes fast.

“I didn’t mean it. I was tired. People say stupid things when they’re tired.”

You type. Then delete. Then type again. And finally… you send it.

“You made it clear. You’re too tired for me.”

this time, he doesn’t reply.

The ache in your chest doesn’t ease. There’s no release. No healing. Just a dull throb that worsens when you see his name on your phone and don’t open the notification.

You still love him. God, you love him. You don’t know if that is enough to survive when the person you love sees you as a burden.

Maybe he didn’t mean to say it. But he said it. And now, it’s all you hear.

You’re clingy.

 You’re too much.

 You’re exhausting.

You’re not worth his time when he’s tired. And now, you’ll leave him alone .

Just like he wanted.

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Everything changed: except it didn't

Leah Williamson x Reader

Summary: The day after the truth or dare game night.

Word count: 2.1k

a/n: Read pt.1 first, before reading this one :)

You slowly stirred awake, the sun peeping through the curtains of your hotel room. You kept your eyes closed because of the early sunlight, which was too bright for your sleepy eyes. You let out a sigh and tried to move on your back, but the solid arm of someone around your waist held you in place. You blinked your eyes rapidly. To let them adjust to the light.

You looked over your shoulder and saw Leah still asleep. Her features looked calm, her breathing slow, and a small smile tugged at her lips. You raised an eyebrow in amusement because it looked like Leah knew that last night happened, even in her sleep. You carefully turned in her hold, hoping not to wake her.

You are now lying face to face with the defender, her arm tightened just around your middle, you tucked a loose strand of her hair out of her face and behind her ear. You didn’t say anything. You just stared at her, like she was an extraordinary animal, who let themselves be spotted only just once or never at all.

“You’re staring.” You blinked, taken off guard by the hoarse and full-of-sleep voice of Leah. “You’re awake?” You asked, feeling your cheeks going warm. Leah didn’t respond; she just let out a small sigh, her eyes still closed. After a minute or two, Leah opened her eyes, immediately locking on yours.

“You’re blushing.” Leah murmured, her voice thick with sleep, and a small smile tugged at her lips. “I’m-” You started, but closed your mouth again, because Leah just raised an eyebrow. You groaned and buried your face into your pillow, hearing Leah giggle softly.

“Did you just giggle at me?” You huffed, but your pillow muffled the words. You lifted your head, meeting Leah’s bright blue eyes once more. “I did. It’s cute when you’re flustered.” Leah teased, and you groaned again, but you stopped immediately. When Leah’s arm, which was still around your waist, pulled you closer to her.

You let out a startled yelp, your hands resting on her chest. “Good morning.” Leah hummed and kissed your temple. “Morning.” You said with a smile and rested your head on her shoulder. “Did last night really happen?” You giggled softly and lifted your head from her shoulder, meeting Leah’s eyes again. “I don’t know.” You teased with a smirk, something in Leah’s eyes shifted.

“I could remind you that it did happen, especially what happened after the movie.” Leah murmured, tilting your head with two fingers, your face inches apart from hers. “Mmhh, what did you have in mind?” Leah’s lips twitched up into a smile and moved, now hovering over you.

Her nose brushed yours, and she still had the smirk on her lips. “Well, I could kiss you like I did last night, after we had watched the movie.” Leah teased, her lips brushing your jaw and her breath hot against your skin. “Leah… we’re not doing this now, we just woke up.” You groaned and buried your face in her shoulder.

“You have always been a morning person. What changed?” You pulled your head back so you could meet Leah’s eyes again. “Oh, I don’t know? Maybe because I didn’t sleep until two in the morning.” You said with a smirk, your arms wrapping around her neck. “Yeah, that’s on me.” You giggled softly and pulled Leah down.

Your lips met in a soft kiss. Leah’s hands rested on either side of your head, her lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, neck, and throat, nipping just a little. “Leah…” You groaned and felt Leah’s lips smirk against your skin, before tilting her head. “Yes?” Leah hummed, a mischievous look in her eyes. “We need to get breakfast.” You whispered and gently pushed Leah back, who rolled off you and onto her back next to you again.

“You are no fun.” Leah whined with a pout on her lips, rolling onto her side, facing you. “I’m a lot of fun; otherwise, you wouldn’t have kissed like they did in the movie yesterday.” You shot back with a playful smile, moving closer to Leah, who wrapped her arms around you with a small smile.

“That was sheer pressure. You told me that no girl would love to be kissed like that. So, I needed to prove you wrong.” Leah whispered in your ear, and you felt your cheeks getting warmer, because that indeed happened yesterday. “Okay, maybe I was wrong.” You said with a sigh, letting your head rest on Leah’s shoulder. “You weren't only wrong, you enjoyed it.” Leah hummed, kissing your temple, and you groaned.

“You’re enjoying this way too much, that you’re right.” You said with a pout and buried your face into her neck, while Leah circled with her hand on your back. The two of you lay there, under the covers, Leah whispering sweet things in your ear, a few kisses shared. “We should probably get out of bed for breakfast.” Leah hummed, but didn’t put any effort into moving from the bed.

“Do we have to? We can order room service.” You suggested, earning soft giggles from the blonde defender, who shook her head, even though she loved the idea of room service. “You know the answer to that.” You groaned and rolled away from Leah, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. “Do we tell the others?” You looked over your shoulder and thought about it.

“No. I want this to be just for us. No teammates teasing us, especially Beth.” You answered honestly, standing up from the bed. “Okay, just us.” Leah agreed with a hum and stepped out of bed as well. The two of you changed around each other; Leah showed some physical affection by kissing your shoulders when you were changing your T-shirts or hugging you from behind while you brushed your teeth in front of the mirror.

“Ready to go?” You nodded when you slipped your shoes on, took your phone from the nightstand, and walked through the door. Leah let the door close with a click, her hand slipping into yours, fingers intertwining.

The two of you reached downstairs, and you pulled your hand from Leah’s, not wanting to let the others see. “Look who finally decided to show up?” You let out a startled yelp, jumping back, but Beth wrapped her arms around you and Leah. “Good morning, Beth.” Leah chuckled, pushing Beth’s arm off her shoulders.

You felt your heart hammer in your chest, afraid that Beth had seen you walk hand in hand with Leah just now. “y/n!” You snapped out of your trance, Beth’s fingers snapping in front of your eyes. “Sorry, what?” You felt your cheeks going warm once more and looked at Beth. “How did you sleep?” Beth asked her question again because you hadn’t heard it the first time.

“I slept like a lamb.” You said with a giggle, your eyes landing on Leah quickly, who was talking with Kelly and Georgia. “Good to hear, because today will be a long day.” Beth chimed before walking away, leaving you confused. “A long day?” You murmured to yourself because last time you checked, today was going to be a free day. You shook your head and headed to the table where Leah was standing, already two plates in her hands.

“So, you slept like a lamb?” Leah teased, and you snapped your head up, glaring at her, but couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips. “You heard that?” You groaned because you thought that Leah was too far away to overhear your conversation with Beth. Leah just nodded her head, handing you your plate, and the two of you walked together to the table where the bread was.

“I thought we had a free day today?” You murmured, and Leah looked at you, her eyes telling you that she thought that as well. “We do.” You shook your head, putting some fruit on your board. “Why do you ask?” Leah now asked, confusion in her eyes. “Beth just said that it will be a long day.” Leah shook her head, letting out a groan.

“I swear, if Beth has something planned, I will throw this piece of bread straight at her face.” Leah stated, waving the piece of bread in her hand dramatically. You stifled a laugh and rested your head on Leah’s shoulder, who was putting some fruit on her plate. “You-” Before Leah could get the rest of the sentence out, Beth, Choe, and Keira stood in front of you, and all three had the same suspicious looks in their eyes.

“I don’t like this, not one bit.” You murmured in Leah’s ear, your head still resting on her shoulders. “What now?” Leah asked with a groan, meeting the eyes of Beth, who smirked from ear to ear. “You two are close.” Beth hummed, making you and Leah both frown in confusion, because you two were always close.

“That’s nothing new.” Leah answered, her voice was steady, and she was trying so hard not to wish that the ground could swallow her whole right now. “No, but now it’s something else.” Keira stated, her voice laced with suspicion. “How?” You were confused about why they were behaving this way.

“Ohh, you know.” You turned your head back to Keira, who had a smug look written all over her face. “Ever since your dare yesterday, the two of you have been acting different.” You and Leah both raised an eyebrow, clearly not knowing what Keira meant. “Ohh, c’mon,” Beth practically scoffed, but the smile tugged at her lips.

“the two of you were late for breakfast,” Leah opened her mouth to argue, but Chloe held up her hand, not giving Leah the chance to talk. “you held hands, but let go off each other the minute you walked into the room, hoping that we wouldn’t see.” Beth pointed out, her finger pointing and moving from you to Leah. You tried to keep your calm, but it was impossible when you were getting interrogated by your teammates.

Leah, on the other hand, was her usual calm. Composed person. Not blinking too many times at a question, or shoving her hands deep in her pockets. Leah just stood there, her arms crossed loosely over her chest, her usual calm stare, and her lips pressed into a thin line.

“Are you guys done? Because all the things you pointed out are things y/n and I always do.” Leah finally said, her eyes darting from Beth to Keira, to Chloe, and then back to Beth again. “Well….” Beth’s voice filled the room again, both your and Leah’s eyes snapped up to meet Beth’s, already afraid to hear what she was going to say.

“you never let anyone wear your sweaters, not even y/n.” You looked down at the sweater you were wearing, and it was indeed Leah’s sweater, the one she had never let anyone wear. “I-we-” You tried to come up with a good excuse, but nothing came out of your mouth.

You met Leah’s eyes, and you saw the defeat in her eyes. You closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and turned your head to the others, then opened your eyes again. “Okay, yes. After what happened last night, something had changed between me and Leah, but-” Before you could speak more, you saw Beth and Keira handing both a £20 note to Chloe, who took the money with a graceful smile. Both your and Leah’s mouths fell slightly open, puzzling the pieces together.

“You-you bet on, if we would turn into more than friends?” You uttered in disbelief. “Ohh, c’mon, we all have seen the looks you have been giving each other.” Chloe stated, putting the money in her pockets. “Well, lovebirds, enjoy your breakfast.” The three of them left you and Leah dumbfounded, both still shocked about what had just happened. “Okay, what just happened?” Leah shook her head, her mouth still slightly open, and you buried your face in your hands, groaning softly.

“Well, we lasted,” You looked at your phone. “20 minutes keeping our relationship to ourselves.” You said with a sigh, putting your phone away. “We are never living this one down and you,” Leah said, turning her face to you with a smile. “You are the only one, who’s allowed to wear that sweater from now on.” You smiled at her and pulled her into a hug, but instead, Leah’s lips landed on yours. “What-” You tried to say, but Leah silenced you with another kiss. “Don’t ruin the moment.” Leah hummed against your lips, brushing her nose against yours.

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yumiblaze · 1 day ago

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Cursed - Saja Boys X Fem!Reader Part 22

Here is a nice light chapter to have a break from all the angst <3

PROLOGUE / PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4 / PART 5 / PART 6 / PART 7 / PART 8 / PART 9 / PART 10 / PART 11 / PART 12 / PART 13 / PART 14 / PART 15 / PART 16 / PART 17 / PART 18 / PART 19 / PART 20 / PART 21

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

You felt terrible as you sat on the sofa wrapped in a soft blanket watching the boys clean up all the blood from the floor. It was your mess but you were literally banned from helping clear it up. Even Romance had cleaned off your hands and face with a flannel though you were perfectly capable of cleaning your own hands and face.

“Is the pain all gone at the moment?” Mystery asked you softly.

“Yes I’m fine now.” You replied though it wasn’t entirely the truth. You still had a throbbing pain from your abdomen but it was similar to some of the more mild period cramps you got so you were fine to ignore it for now.

You caught Mystery looking up and down you like he was contemplating something inside his head just not saying anything out loud.

“What are you thinking?” You asked glancing down at you blood covered outfit and legs.

“You need to wash and change.” Mystery answered. “But you shouldn’t be left alone.”

It was like the boys quiet voice was some kind of world altering statement as 4 more pairs of eyes were suddenly looking your way.

“I volunteer as tribute!” Baby cried sticking his hand in the air.

“Too bad it’s not your decision, it’s (y/n)’s.” Romance cut in.

“And I’m going to guess you’re going to be near the bottom of her list with how you act.” Abby added.

“I can take a bath and change by myself!” You insisted.

“You needed my help last time you had a bath though.” Abby retorted.

“You said you wouldn’t tell anyone!” You hissed wrapping your blanket tightly over yourself.

“Wait what?” Baby exclaimed. “You let muscle brain over here see you naked!”

“No! I was not naked! I was strategically using my towel!” You argued.

“I didn’t see anything.” Abby agreed with you.

“Didn’t see anything my ass!” Baby snarled at the taller man.

“Can everyone just shut up!” Jinu snapped slapping one hand over Baby’s mouth and another over Abby’s. “This is not a competition about who gets to see (y/n) naked first. We are supposed to be looking after her as she is unwell.”

“Looks like you need help.” Mira snapped suddenly walking into the living room and glaring at all the boys. The pink haired girl was followed by teary eyed Zoey who was quick to rush over to you and cuddle you.

“Oh my god (y/n) are you okay?! I was so worried that you were going to die!” Zoey exclaimed, tears streaming down her face like waterfalls.

“I’m fine now!” You assured her gently patting her back.

“Where did you come from?!” Baby squealed pointing his mop toward Mira as if it were some kind of weapon. Mira didn’t say anything she just jingled the key Jinu had given her in the air.

“Right you still have the key to our flat.” Jinu replied crossing his arms over his chest. “Are you here to kill us?”

“Not yet but if you do anything that annoys me I might change my mind.” Mira answered strolling over to you, a huge bag in one of her hands which she placed in front of you. “We brought you some of your stuff.”

Mystery started growling from his place beside you, slightly bearing his teeth. You reached out your arm and gently pet his head trying to somewhat soothe him. Mira and Zoey raised an eyebrow at one another but chose not to say anything about the odd behaviour of the purple haired boy.

“Anyway let’s get you bathed.” Zoey said gently helping you up from the coach.

“No, you need to give me that key and leave.” Jinu told them with a stern expression on his pretty face.

“Look I know you don’t like us and we don’t like you.” Mira said flatly. “But (y/n) is our close friend and apparently she likes you enough to ask us not to kill you so for now we are going to have to temporarily co-exist. Also soulmate or not I’m not allowing you take advantage of her when she is at her most vulnerable, so anything where she is undressed or in stages of undress is now me and Zoey’s job.”

“If you want we can go back to trying to kill each other every time we see each other, I’m sure Mira would love to chop you up, but for (y/n) we are willing to be civil with you until this whole mess is sorted out.” Zoey added.

“I like co-existing.” Abby chirped.

“So you’re just going to let our attack go?” Jinu asked confused.

“I didn’t say I would let it go, I said I would temporarily co-exist until (y/n) gets better. If you so much as touch me, Zoey or even (y/n) without permission though, I will slice off your dick without hesitation.” Mira answered with a terrifying glare.

“Right, no touching.” Romance said inching away from the girl.

“Okay let’s go Mira, no more scaring every one I’m sure they get the message.” You mumbled taking her hand and leading both girls towards the bathroom.

As much as you loved the boys it was really nice to have some time alone with just you and the girls. It reminded you of all the time you’d spent together before all the crazy stuff started happening. Like maybe for a little while you could pretend things were like before; you were all going to be okay and not have to worry about the demons in the room next door.

“I can’t believe you can actually live with those monsters.” Mira muttered while gently rubbing shampoo into your hair.

“They don’t act like monsters, they act like dorks.” You replied.

“One was actually growling at us (y/n)! Like a dog!” Zoey exclaimed.

“I mean before he made a deal with Gwi Ma he was a wolf.” You stated.

“He was a wolf? No way…” Zoey said before thinking to herself for a second. “…You know what that actually makes so much sense.”

“So you’re dating 4 demons and a dog now?” Mira asked with a small chuckle.

“I’m not dating anyone…I think…” You mumbled.

“Love bites on your neck and legs are definitely dating signs.”

“Only two of them did those!”

“Which two am I having with words with?”

“I bet one of them was the creepy one with the blue hair!” Zoey joined in eagerly.

“How did you know? Also no Mira no words with any of them! It was consensual!” You interjected with a smile, a small blush spreading across your cheeks.

“I knew he was a perv!” Zoey concluded crossing her arms, a fake pout on her face.

“Well if they ever do anything you don’t like you let us know and we’ll beat them up.” Mira told you with a gentle smile.

“I know they’re demons but it’s kind of nice knowing that you have five boys who finally realise how amazing and lovely you are.” Zoey told you with a soft smile. “You’ve never really been able to make friends or have a boyfriend due to how much we’ve had to keep you safe from demons. Now our cute little sister is all grown up and dating 4 demons and a dog!”

“Pretty sure I’m older than you Zoey…”

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lomlsatoru · 10 hours ago

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TOO GOOD FOR ME ★ CLARK KENT

꩜ pairing ━━ fem!childhood bsf!reader x clark kent

꩜ summary ━━ everytime you remember your life, clark is always there, and now after everything came crashing down, clark thinks he has loved you from the very start.

꩜ content ━━ 3.3k words | angst, fluff, confessions, reader is a bit oblivious, clark calls her 'honey', ma and pa call her 'peach', they grew up together in smallville, LOIS AND CLARK AREN'T DATING, lois kinda have feelings for clark but she didnt do anything with it, i just wanted to put an extra pov!

꩜ a/n ━━ HI!!! introducing my fav trope, i loved writing this so much i hope yall like it as much as i do <33

as always comments are very deeply appreciated ♡

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You and Clark are close.

No one really asks how close but even from a distance you can tell.

Growing up together is Smallville with a Superhero as a best friend has not been the easiest, but you would not change it for the world.

Because it’s Clark.

The first person who stood up for you in front of bullies, who shares his lunch because ‘sharing makes food taste better', who was your first ever best friend, who picked you up with his parent’s truck after you got shitfaced at a party, who entertains your weird ideas on how he can use his superpowers, who shows up.

Okay, maybe you are thinking twice right now considering that you almost got stuck in a portal to a pocket universe.

Your heart is beating out of your chest, staring at the portal in horror. You could hear groaning from the other side, seeing Clark laying on the floor, heaving.

“Clark,” feeling his pale and sweaty skin with black veins emerge from his neck, “Kryptonite.” you conclude, hands cradling the sides of his face as his tired eyes try to stay on you.

A lazy smile stretched on his lips, “Hi.” dazed eyes trailing over your face, “You here to rescue me?”

Scoffing you lightly shove his chest back, grin threatening to be released, “You’re lucky I like you, Kent.”

Suddenly he springs up, body still weak as you try to keep a hold on him, “There’s more people being held prisoner in there.” he breathes out, “We need to go get them.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!”

“Hey, hey,” your hands grabbing his bicep and torso, “Are you insane? You can’t even stand up.” you scold, keeping him up from falling flat on his face.

“Get him some place safe.” Mr Terrific turns to you and Lois, “Take the T-Craft.”

Nodding, Lois grabs the other side of Clark to help, the three of you walking towards the vehicle. “Krypto!” you call out, “Come on boy.” nudging your head forward.

Lois looks at you, surprised, “You know the dog?”

You scrunched your nose, “Kinda.” looking to see if the fur baby is following, “He’s a menace tho, so be warned.”

The three of you went into the ship, dropping Clark onto the seat, “You know how to drive this thing?” you asked Lois, leaning forward to assess the countless buttons and levers.

“Should be fine,” she looks up at you, “Right?”

Smiling, you give her a pat on the back, “I trust you.”

A shaky smile was given, “Okay, let’s do this.”

The ride was shaky but everyone is still in one piece so that’s something.

You turned to the side and looked at Clark.

He looks awful.

You don’t mean it in that way but he truly does.

His skin is all wrinkly and pale with black veins decorating the sides, his eyes tired and his body weak. The sight of him makes your stomach twist in all the wrong ways. Not the usual way it does with Clark.

Lois was still driving, every bump and swerve of the vehicle made you more nervous than before.

“I’m gonna be fine.” the man beside you croak out.

Your heart stutters, “I know.” sighing deeply. Voice betraying any sort of confidence you have.

Clark coughs loudly, body shaking in his seat. You jump up, unbuckling yourself, “What’s wrong? You okay? Do you need water? I’m gonna get you water.” your nervous rambling trails off, moving with shaky legs as rummaged through your bag.

The sick man grunts, “Sit down.” he gruffly said, droopy eyes trying to stay on you as his hand reaches out, but the kryptonite poison is still very strong and the absence of the yellow sun made it worse in every way imaginable.

His tiredness took over as his eyes shut and arm flailed down.

You sigh, listening to his movements, your own hand reaching out to hold him. He immediately intertwined your fingers together as try to find a water bottle. You gave his hand a squeeze, his fingers weak and loose around your own, “Gimme a sec, yeah?”

He grunts. You take that as a yes.

You unclasp your fingers, continuing to look through your very full bag and maybe this is your mind playing tricks but you could hear him let out a small whine with the absence of your hand.

You didn’t even realise the curious look Lois sent to you both.

“Found it.” you try to stand up but the ship swerves aggressively making you latch onto Clark’s seat to stabilise yourself.

“Sorry.” Lois said from the driver seat, guilty for being distracted by the interaction between you both.

“It’s okay!” turning around, you open the bottle of water, hand on Clark’s jaw to help tilt his head up, “Drink.” you softly said, bring the water to his chapped lips. His tired eyes flickered open slightly, and even from far away you could see how it softened at the sight of you.

Obvious to everyone, but you, apparently.

The man ended up finishing the whole bottle, gulping it down so fast that he chokes.

You chuckle, “Slow down, Clark.” bringing the bottle away, and putting it in your bag. You wipe off the stray drops of water that fell on his chin and neck, “Knew you were thirsty.” and shook your head, hands resting on his jaw, feeling his hot skin under your touch. Your heart sinks.

“’m gonna be fine.” he coughs out, weak hands still trying to latch onto you. As if he craves the contact, the feeling of you right here in front of him. Warm, soft, real. It brings comfort to him. You bring comfort to him.

“Still worried.” you say, sitting back down on your seat and buckling in. Worry never leaving your face.

“Hand.” he quietly requests.

Your stomach flutters but goes with his request, your hand reaches out to hold onto his. He’s still weak, his grip not strong but you can feel how hard he’s trying to reciprocate your grip.

You would give him your hand as many times as he wants.

The ride wasn't long but it felt like days when you finally reached Kansas. Accompanied by Clark’s shaky breaths, it didn’t make you less at ease.

The sight of the small town from the air tugs on your heart strings, memories of growing up flashing in your head. And every single one of them, Clark never fails to be there.

Him, and his shy smile, dazzling dimples and his big heart.

You didn’t even know what would’ve happened to you if he wasn't there.

The aircraft finally lands, you rushing to help Clark stand up, “Ma! Pa!” you frantically yell out, just as the door opens. You support one half of Clark as Lois helped with the other side, feet a bit wobbly with his weight, he was not light in the slightest bit and you can’t even remember the last time Clark was this weak.

You miss the way Lois turned to you, eyebrows scrunching, deep in thought. Ma and Pa? Really how close are you with Clark?

“Peach?” Martha comes rushing out, John following behind.

“It’s Clark, he’s sick.” you beg tiredly, eye bags illuminating your worry. Tears gather in the corner of your eyes as everything comes crashing down. Kryptonite is not something to underestimate.

Martha's eyes widened, as she nodded her head, “Okay, honey. He’s gonna be okay.” she softly said, guiding you both back to the house.

The smell of the house reminded you of your childhood, good memories that you don't have time to dwell on. The four of you slowly lay Clark down on his bed, his hand immediately reaching out for yours, as he started to babble.

“Ma, they sent me here to rule over. They sent me here to kill people.” he says with shaking breaths.

The sight shatters you.

You look away and turn to John, “I’m gonna get some towels and water. Is it still in the same place?”

He nods, “Yea, Peach.”

You quickly walk to the kitchen grabbing the stuff as the parents crowded over their son in worry.

Lois’ eyes survey all over Clark’s room, his childhood room. Posters, trophies, awards, pictures all filling in the space. Her eyes zeros on the Mighty Crabjoys posters, noticing the small frame picture on the shelf at the side.

It was a undoubtedly a picture of the two of you. Younger versions. You're on Clark's back posing in the famous Superman pose with one arm out like you’re flying, as the boy smiled so brightly she could see his missing teeth as he carried you with pride.

“I got it.” you come back to the room with warm water in a bucket, towels already submerged and a cup of water in the other hand. You got to work, making sure Clark is comfortable as he absentmindedly nuzzles closer to you, head already lolling out of consciousness.

Lois stares from the side, eyes softening when she realises how much stress you are in. She underestimated how close you were with Clark because this type of care must've taken years to build, to strengthen.

Her eyes stray away to Clark’s bedside table, 2 picture frames neatly placed. One is his Ma and Pa and the other one is undeniably you. Just you.

You look a bit older in this one, maybe 2? 3? years younger than you are now. Smiling like you won the lottery, you’re wearing an apron and the background looks like the kitchen she saw when walking in, your hand messy and so is your hair, there’s flour residue on your nose and you look…happy. That’s the only way that she could describe it as.

So so happy.

She now understands why Clark is so protective of you sometimes.

The morning sun feels nice on your skin.

It had been a rough night, the constant worry if Clark will wake up healthy claws in your chest, planting seeds of anxiety. You had slept on the couch, waking up at random hours of the night to make sure his chest was still raising up and down.

When Clark woke up he felt like he had been reborn. He feels stronger, lighter, his vision is clearer and he’s breathing better. His eyes immediately met with the furball that laid comfortably on his chest.

He sighs softly, hand reaching up to scratch behind his ear, “Hey bud.” after a few seconds of staring up at the ceiling, he slowly stood up, walking to the living room only to be met with the sight that made his chest ache. Your sleeping figure illuminates under the sunlight, creating a halo that makes you look like an angel. And maybe that’s what you are to Clark.

His guardian angel.

Feet pattered against the floorboard, he crouches down to be eye level with your head, fingers grazing along your cheek with such light touch you thought it was just in your dreams.

“Thank you for looking after me.” Clark quietly whispers, staring at your features for a long second, eyes taking in everything. You look peaceful, he thought. Good. You deserve it.

He kisses your forehead, adjusts the blanket layered on top of you. He recognises it immediately, it’s your blanket. The one in his house that’s stored and bought specifically for you when you would have a sleepover at the Kents.

You’re intertwined in his life in so many ways.

Now, Clark has changed into more comfortable clothes, a bowl of cereal in hand as he sits on the bench outside soon accompanied by his Pa.

“That– that Luanne, she seems nice.”

“Lois.” Clark corrected, “Her name’s Lois. Yeah, she’s- she’s nice.”

John nods, head turning to look at his son before a fond smile makes its way to his face, “You worried Peach to death you know?”

Clark freezes, guilt gnawing at his ribs, “Yeah.” he pauses, “Sometimes I wonder how easy her life would’ve been if she didn't meet me.” his voice is low and scratchy.

The older man furrows his eyebrows, “Oh, don’ be like that Clark. You guys are attached to the hip. Quite impossible to separate you two.”

Clark doesn’t meet his eyes, “I don’t deserve her, Pa. She’s too good for me.” hands nervously fidgeting as he thinks about everything he put you through.

The silence stretches, and now John understands what Clark was putting down, “You’re a good man, Clark.” he starts, “I saw you both grew up together. Trust me son, no one in this world deserves her more than you do.”

Biting the inside of his cheeks, Clark sniffles, “I don’t know what happened, she’s my best friend and then I woke up suddenly and saw her, and I wanna be more for her.”

John chuckles, “What’re you talkin’ ‘bout? Everyone knows you have a crush on ‘er.”

His cheeks went warm, “No, you guys don’t.”

The door creaked open, “Clark!” you exclaim, running towards him. He whips his head around at the sound of your voice and stands up immediately, bowl forgotten as he wraps his arms around you, face nuzzling into your neck.

“I’m so glad you’re okay.” you sigh, arms tightening around his neck.

His arms reciprocated, lightly lifting you up from the ground, “I’m okay.”

For a moment you two stayed like that before the little bubble was popped by Martha’s news, “Clark there’s something on the box that you might wanna see.”

Clark furrows his eyebrows, looking at Martha and turning to you. He detach you from his grip and walk back into the house with your hand in his.

John stare at you both and roll his eyes, “Sure we don’t, Clark.” a soft smile on his face.

You’re beyond exhausted.

This whole week has been nothing short of stressful and the near-death experience on top of that made you want to curl up in your bed –that was lucky enough to survive the portal rip– and sleep for days.

You’re freshly out of the shower, hair still dripping wet, skin smelling like strawberry body wash and you’re drying your hair, towel in hand when the doorbell rings. You check your phone for any current messages, nothing new popped up making you confused. You pause the movie that was playing and look through the peephole.

Clark on the other side was sweating bricks, flowers tuck behind him as he stare down at your door.

“Clark?” your voice laced with confusion, “What’re you doing here?” opening the door for him.

The man coughs out his nerves, glasses perched up on the bridge of his nose, his hair looking soft and bouncy and he’s dressed in a sweater that makes him look huggable and warm. Your heart flutters.

“Hey.” he mumbles, soft eyes casted downwards to you, “Sorry I didn’t tell you I was gonna show up but,” he brought his hands up, “I bought your favourite.”

Your eyes lit up, only now recognising the familiar smell of chicken and pasta. Your stomach grumbles, “Oh, why didn’t you lead with that then.” snatching the paper bag from his hand and opening the door bigger.

The man chuckles, moving into your space as you make your way into the kitchen. Now he has the time to fully take you in. You're humming in joy, pajamas making you look soft, eyes pretty in the kitchen light. Clark could feel how at ease you are, and that makes him feel at ease too, “You look happy.” he teases.

You giggle, unboxing all of the meal and letting out a happy shriek as the smell invaded your nostrils, “How can I not? My favourite person brought my favourite food!” your grin stretched out so big it hurt your cheeks.

Clark swallows nervously. The flower that he’s been hiding behind him suddenly feels heavier.

“I actually have something to tell you.” he walks closer to you, standing behind as he waits for you to turn around.

“Hm?” you looked up to meet his eyes. Backing away slightly when you realise how close he was, “You okay?” the rustle of the paper the flowers were wrapped in took your attention away, “What’s that?” your smile teasing, “Is that for Lois?”

Clark groaned inwardly. For the smartest person he knows, you sure are pretty dense.

He shakes his head, “No, these are for you. Why would it be for Lois?”

You tilt your head in confusion, “Why would you get flowers for me?”

If you weren't looking up at him so pretty right now he would’ve lost it. But you smell sweet, your eyes are shining and your cheeks are round and pink. He couldn't even be mad at you if he tried.

“Honey–” his fingers press against his temples, “Just take the flowers.”

You nod dumbly, “Oh– okay.” you take it from his grasp, a small smile on your face, staring at them in awe, “They’re lilies. My–”

“Favourite.” Clark finishes your sentence, eyes softening at the sight of you.

“What’s really going on Clark?” you questioned, putting the flowers on the side.

The tall man stopped fidgeting and let out a deep sigh, “You have been the most constant factor in my life,” he starts, “from when we were kids, teens and now adults. You have always been there. You believed with me when no one else will, you stayed by my side and I can’t imagine my life without you.” a pause, “And I love you.”

You melt, “I love you too, Clark.”

He groans, “No– I mean, I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Goddamn it. I am in love with you.” he pants out, frustrated, “I don't know when it changed but according to Pa, I have always had a big fat crush on you and apparently everyone knows.” he shrugs, “And you’re so beautiful, your kindness blows mine away and I want to be there for you, always. Will you let me be your boyfriend?”

His speech spills out in nervousness, the back of his neck is hot and there’s sweat prickling his hands.

You stand frozen, taking in his whole confession. A part of you cannot believe this is even real, the Clark Kent wants you. The person you have been harboring feelings for God knows how long, likes– no loves you.

“Clark, I– uhm,”

His heart drops, “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same, I completely understand and respect that.”

“No! No, Clark, it’s just–

“I’m not trying to push or force anything on you or–”

“I’m just new at this!” you explode, panicked eyes looking up at him, “I don’t really know how to do this, no one has ever really liked me let alone confessed.” mouth opening and closing as you try to find the words to say, “What if I’m bad at this? What if I make you hate me and you don’t wanna be friends anymore? I can’t live that life!”

Clark’s warm hands rests on your jaw, bringing your head up closer to him and he leans down, voice serious, “You’re gonna be great at it. You wanna know why?”

“Why?” your voice muffles as he squishes your cheeks together.

He kisses your nose, “Because I love you and you’re great at everything you do. Especially being my girlfriend.”

Giggling, you place your hands on top of his that are on the sides of your face, “So you made the decision for me, huh?”

He stutters, “No! I– I mean, do you– you want to? Be my girlfriend?”

“Mhm.” you nod.

“Mhm?”

“Mhm!”

Clark laughs, gorgeous dimples making an appearance, “Kiss?”

Your stomach fills up with butterflies, “Yes, please.”

“My angel.” he whispers into your awaiting mouth, groaning as your lips connects, “Wanna grow old with you. Wanna do everything with you.”

You whimper as he carries you up to the counter, situating himself in between your thighs, "Want that too."

Smiling lips press against each other, Clark can't help himself from feeling giddy as his big hands grip your thighs, "Can't believe I can have you all to myself. Been thinking about this for so long." he backs away, taking you in, your lips now swollen and red, "You're so pretty. All mine."

reblog for a superman style kiss 😘

#⋆⋅☆ hana’s writing!#I AM OBSESSED WITH HIMMM #HES SOOO FOINEEEEE #wanna bite #clark kent x female reader #clark kent x y/n #clark kent x you #clark kent x reader #clark kent #superman 2025 #superman x you #superman x reader #superman x y/n

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kentslvr · 22 hours ago

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Could I request Clark Kent with a plus size bookworm reader if you're comfortable writing it?

Perfect Girl - Clark Kent

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─────────────────────pairing : clark kent x fem!plus size!bookworm!reader

word count: 682

synopsis : you feel Clark deserves better, Clark tells you exactly how perfect he thinks you are ─────────────────────

Visiting the Metropolis Public Library has been a Saturday tradition for you and Clark since you started dating almost two years ago. Starting off the weekend with a new book or two for the upcoming week was what you needed for inspiration on your latest short story in the Daily Planet and exactly what Clark needed to unwind after a long week of saving the world.

Dressed in a pair of sweatpants and one of Clark’s sweatshirts, the two of you walked side by side, hands intertwined and swinging between you. Being with Clark was way different than anyone else you had ever been with. Clark Kent, sweet Clark Kent from Smallville Kansas, had made you feel like the only girl in the world.

Clark knew about your insecurities, the ones you grew up with that were buried deep inside your heart. You had always been insecure about the way you looked, about the extra curves on your body, about growing up and not being able to share clothes with friends or spending Friday nights alone while friends were on dates. However when the sweet giant who sat at the desk across from you at The Daily Planet stumbled over his words when asking you for coffee you couldn’t say anything but yes, and the rest is history. Some days you questioned if this, being with sweet and understanding Clark was all just a dream. Why would this gentle giant be with you when he could choose a model thin blonde?

“Sweetheart? You okay?” Clark questioned, taking you from your intrusive thoughts.

“Yea, I’m fine Clark. Don’t worry,” you answered, not wanting him to worry about how you were feeling insecure. You knew if you said anything the two of you would spend hours going in circles with him trying to reassure you that you were exactly the girl he wanted.

Clark squeezed your hand and looked towards you, trying to get you to open up; “You look upset, I just want to help.”

There was no way you were going to burden him with your insecurities, but you knew he wouldn’t stop asking what you were thinking about until he got your answer. Begrudgingly you answered his plea, “I’m just in my head right now, it’s not bad or your fault or anything.”

“Baby, I think you’re perfect. Let’s get out of that pretty little head, okay?” Clark reassured you, trying to make you feel sane again.

“Do you ever wish I looked like all those girls on the covers of magazines?” You questioned softly, not fully thinking before speaking.

“God Y/N, I think you’re amazing. I couldn’t ever want anyone else when I have my perfect girl right in front of me. The first thing I noticed about you when we met wasn’t your weight or your body, it was your heart, your character,” He started, wanting to keep you from feeling lesser than, “Baby I can benchpress three of you, hell I can deadlift three of you. You think I care if you have a little extra to hold? I love your curves, I love holding you and cuddling at night, I love everything about you. You don’t have to change anything about yourself for me to love you.”

God, you could feel your heart ache with love. Clark had always been sweet, never making you feel like less, but hearing him say out loud that you were perfect was so much different.

“You know you’re the Eugene to my Rapunzel? You’re like totally disney prince perfect.” You giggled, not knowing how to respond without crying in the street.

“There’s that smile I love, been waiting to see that all morning,” Clark teases, making you smile even bigger, hiding your face in your hands.

Clark held the door open for you when you reached the library, wanting to be the gentleman Ma Kent raised him to be. And there you were in utter bliss in your safe spot with your perfect boyfriend who never made you feel like you had to change yourself to be loved by him.

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sorry this is really short, i’m getting back into writing after having not written for at least a year. i tried making it more about reading being a bookworm but i think it ended up being more of the reader feeling insecure about her size

#clark kent x you #clark kent x reader #clark kent #superman x reader #superman #plus size reader #bookworm #bookworm reader #clark kent x plus size reader #clark kent x female reader #clark kent x y/n #superman 2025 #superman x you #superman x y/n #superman x plus size reader #fqlling4it

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motomamita · 1 day ago

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how does fugitive!könig feel about naive!farmer!reader? does he love her or is he pretending? how did he help her during her pregnancy? I love your texts!💞💞

fugitive!könig × naive!farmer!reader

part 1

warnings: +18, smut, sex pregnancy, emotional manipulation, murder!

after that encounter in the barn, the relationship between you and könig changed. he promised you he'd take care of you and that you should trust him, which you did.könig didn't have to hide his feelings for you anymore; you were all his now.

he took advantage of every situation to tell you how much he loved you and, in the process, to fuck you until you were almost breathless. you let yourself be carried away by him; after all, you loved him and were going to trust him completely.

your belly soon began to grow as the weeks passed. at first, you didn't understand, and your concern grew at the lack of your period. were you sick?

when you told könig, his eyes shone with excitement at the news. he reassured you, saying that you shouldn't worry about anything, that "that's normal when two people love each other," he said.

the news reached you when he took you to the village doctor and confirmed your pregnancy. you didn't have time to ask questions because könig convinced you it was good news, very good news.

könig saw the need for the two of you to get married as soon as possible. the ceremony was at home, intimate and simple. now you bore not only his last name but also his baby's. thus began married life.

as your pregnancy progressed, könig made sure you rested and didn't overexert yourself, taking the utmost care of you. he would get up earlier in the morning to prepare your breakfast and begin the farm chores. however, he also took care of you during the day, massaging your feet and holding your swollen belly to relax your back.

könig decided to change his appearance, growing a mustache and slicking his hair back. his body had also changed, gaining muscle and a few pounds, but still remaining the tall, strong man he was.

for your part, the pregnancy had only made you more beautiful, according to könig. your hair and skin shone, and your breasts had grown in a way that made könig drool every time he saw them.he fell asleep caressing your belly while sucking on your breasts, moaning happily until he fell asleep.

your hormones made you start to desire him more, asking him to stay with you for five more minutes before he went to work outside. and könig couldn't refuse.he made sure to fuck you in the way that was most comfortable and pleasurable for you. his favorite position was cowgirl, so you set the pace and he could see your breasts bouncing near his face. he loved hearing you moan his name every time he spoke to you.

"look at you, riding my cock like a bitch in heat. so full of me, but always wanting more..."

his large, calloused hands caressed your buttocks, helping you fuck yourself with his cock. and they could go on for hours on end, your arousal never going down, and könig would get hard just seeing you carrying his child.

you gave birth to a baby girl in the spring. you named her daisy. könig was over the moon, happier than he'd ever felt.

soon, you grew accustomed to motherhood and the housekeeping that könig had so insisted you follow. you passed by the house, carrying daisy on your hip as your dress blew in the breeze. könig continued working on the farm, knowing that when he entered the house, he'd see you there, waiting for him, excited to tell him what daisy had done during his absence.

"you're such a good mom, fuck, feel how you make me feel."

könig brought your hand to his crotch so you could feel his hard member. daisy was already asleep in her crib, so it was time for you to take care of him.

"at this rate, i think i'm going to put another baby inside you."

könig was on top of you, fucking you at a slow, deep pace while you caressed his back. one of his hands massaged your breast while the other rested on your stomach, feeling his cock slide in and out of you.

"do you feel it? do you feel how deep inside you i am? i'm going to fill you up again until you give me a little brother for daisy."

everything was going great until a young sheriff arrived in town. everyone was happy to have someone to look after them, even you, except for könig.

the problems escalated when he showed up at the farm one day with the idea of meeting everyone in town. you let him in and even offered him a glass of iced tea, which was meant for könig. the sheriff kept asking questions that seemed innocent to you. how did you meet? when did you meet? have you lived here long?

könig instantly noticed the way the sheriff looked at your chest through your blouse, not to mention the mischievous smile that formed on his face when he saw you blush at his not-so-innocent compliments. that idiot wanted to fuck his wife, you.

before könig could act, the sheriff showed up one afternoon when you and diasy were out in town.

"i know who you are. i saw your face on a most-wanted list."

the sheriff spoke, trying not to seem intimidated by könig's size.

"oh yeah? and what are you going to do about it?"

"i'm going to arrest you and save that young woman from a monster like you. in fact, i'm going to take your place."

before he could get the handcuffs out, könig had already smashed his head in with a shovel.

that night before going to sleep, you approached könig, who was cradling daisy in his big arms.

"love, we need to feed the pigs."

"don't worry, i've already taken care of that. they have enough food for several weeks."

#konig call of duty #konig x reader #konig smut #konig cod #könig x reader #könig call of duty #könig smut #cod smut #könig cod #cod x reader #dead dove do not eat #call of duty #dark cod #dark!fic

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riotgurlll · 14 hours ago

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date everything characters (u can choose, which characters) with reader that has big boobs 🤗

Date everything characters with big chested homeowner!!

I’ll be keeping the reader gender neutral but afab for this one!! I loved writing this because I’m personally a larger lady and with that comes a bigger chest, so it’s nice writing stuff I can relate too as well!! Enjoy riotpeeps!! <3

AN: I honestly could do a part two… should I??? 😭😭 (like with other characters)

CW: kinda smutty but not too much

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Mateo Manta 🩵🥥

-I think he’d love to have a partner with a bigger chest.

-Whenever you guys snuggle I bet he loves to rest his head against your chest: as would a lot of people, but since we can all agree that Mateo is 100% a big cuddle bug, I think he loves it the MOST.

-if you ever get insecure, he’ll pout and shake his head slowly, cupping your cheeks as he hushes you lovingly. He’d say something like “mi amor.. you don’t need to hide from me..” while giving you little butterfly kisses. He’d reassure you, tell you that he thinks you’re beautiful and that he quite likes your chest size.

-if you’re like me and have stretch marks anywhere on your breasts, he’d love to trace them while you cuddle. I’d like to imagine him being the big spoon, slightly leaning over you as the both of you snuggle together bare in bed one morning..

He’s carefully using his finger to trace the colored stripes that adorn your chest, the slight contact making you feel almost ticklish as he repeats his actions over and over again. He’d press a sweet kiss just below your ear, whispering about how pretty you are and about how much he loves you.

-If you’re ever kissing I can see him gently running his hand down to the side of your breasts- he’s naturally shy about it but he can’t help himself.. he’ll ask you in a quiet voice if he can feel you.

-if you say yes, he’ll press another warm kiss to your lips; filled with love and tender desire. His large hands would envelop each mound, carefully squeezing and testing the waters. He wants to make sure you’re comfortable, he wants to know what you like, and he’d do anything to find out.

Betty 🎀🛏️

-TWINNNNN

-honestly, she’d love it too. Similar with Mateo, she would love to snuggle with someone who has a bigger chest. It’s just so cozy!! And she’d love for you to rest your head on hers too.

-I feel like whenever you two kiss, both of your busts press together a decent amount and let’s just say the thought would make her blush. It’s not just a sexy thing, I feel like she finds it to be very connecting and intimate. Like your hearts are pressed together!! (Even tho your hearts are in fact not located in your tatas..)

-she loves it when you wear low cut things, she genuinely finds you to be so beautiful. She’ll compliment you, a lot- actually. Something like “look at you, lover~” through a loving smile as she presses a kiss to the top of your head. She’ll hype you up too, no matter what clothes you’re in.

-she’d press kisses to the top of your chest if you’re wearing smth low cut- if the position calls for it, like if you’re sitting on the couch together or something. I can totally see her kissing your cleave

-everyone sexualizes her a lot and that’s fine bc she’s a sexual girlie and she serves CUNTTTTT, but I also wanna touch upon her in a more romantic light: I think that she loves to tell you how gorgeous you are. She just loves to praise you in general, and she’ll tell you how much she loves your chest whenever you need her to OR whenever you see fit.

Freddy Yeti 🧊🍨

-this big guy definitely has a soft spot for big tits

-sure, he loves the cold, but they’re just so warm… sometimes it’s a nice change of pace!! He loves to hold them- honestly, he’s so big that his hands probably cover them no matter what, but he knows that your chest is big and he adores it.

-he loves the angle he gets whenever he looks at you.. since he’s so tall, he has to look down at you, right? Well his view probably consists of the top of your head mostly, kinda like a point five, and then your chest. That’s pretty much it- he loves it!! It’s so silly

^^seriously every time you get something from the fridge, that’s his view- and while it makes him chuckle, he can’t help but find it adorable.

-since he’s so big he probably feels more comfy with bigger chests, just because I Freddy is very “the bigger the better” in the most normal way. Plus points if you’re bigger in general, he adores you!!

-will not STAND for you talking bad about yourself. He will shush you and tell you not to sweat it.

-he’ll pick you up and cuddle with you so he can rest his head on your chest. I KNOW I FEATURE CHEST RESTING IN EVERYTHING BUT ITS INEVITABLE OKAY GOOD LORD

Skips ☕️🧪

-in his ‘human’ form he definitely gets flustered. Honestly, even in his shadow monster or whatever form he still gets flustered, but he’s more flirty if that makes sense? Realistically I think that he has more confidence in that state, so it just makes sense to me. IDK VISION IT

-that green blush. THAT DAMN BLUSH IM TELLING YOU.

-He tries not to, but I’m sure he steals glances at your chest/cleavage very often. It’s like an instinct, you’ll be talking to him and he’ll get all flustered and his eyes will quickly look down before looking back up at you- he prays you don’t notice, but you do. Every time.

-if you ask him to touch you or just tell him that he can he’ll also get very intimidated. I feel like he’d be extremely hesitant at first when he’s touching you anywhere in general, but especially when it’s your chest.

It doesn’t help that your tits are huge, either. He loves it, and finds you beautiful, but he still gets shy. (Even though he will claim he doesn’t care and is in fact not nervous, he is very nervous.)

-press your boobs together when you’re talking to him. I dare you.

(^he’ll stare a bit longer)

-imagine the two of you fooling around when he’s in his human form, maybe he’s on his back and you’re half way on top of him as the two of you kiss slowly, your top long gone by now.

Nervously, he guides his hand from your shoulder down your upper arm, then glides his hand gently on top of your mound. She gasp at the contact: “a-are you okay..?” He asks you with a low whisper, concerned. You smile and nod. “Y’hands are cold.” You giggle softly, pressing another kiss to his lips. He breaks away quickly to say one thing; “sorry..”

Chance 🍷🎲

-first of all I think he has big hands. (Obvi not as big as your chest but still! They feel great.)

-he’d probably steal glances during campaigns lets be honest with ourselves. Maybe the office group has a campaign going that they invited you into, and while he’s narrating a scene he’ll stare a moment too long at your chest. Maybe you don’t notice, but Dasha definitely does. She gives him a raised brow, and he just looks away. The others notice his stutter as he stumbles over his words, but they don’t think much of it. (He’s a dweeb, your honor.)

-I feel like he feels bad looking at your boobs all the time, cuz it makes him feel rude; so if you call him out on it or tease him for it he’ll apologize and tell you he isn’t doing it with malicious intent. (You knew this)

-Looooves missionary because this man would love to watch your chest bounce. Of course, he’d be looking into your eyes most of the time- but he can still see them in his peripheral.

-he’ll be really patient with you if you’re not very secure with the way your chest is. I mean he would never pry and try and force you out of your comfort zone— especially when it comes to sexual things or body image, but he will 100% tell you that you’re beautiful and that you have nothing to worry about.

Penelope 🖇️📒

-this girl would be so flustered

-I mean, you already make her nervous, but she adores the way you look— like, she should’ve set up a date with the two of you sooner!! Gosh

-she’ll use her silly little office monthly quotes to hype her up sometimes, she’ll get flirty with you if you’re wearing something that makes your tits look nice and then right after she’ll get nervous and ramble on and on with an embarrassed laugh

-I’d say her chest is pretty small, from what I can see from her sprites: but I think she’d find the contrast to be nice. She probably things the two of you go so well together all ready!!

-Idk if yall saw that ending art of her sleeping on Dasha’s tata but that’s her with you!!!

-I feel like whenever she sees you topless she mumbled about how pretty you are

-may or may not have accidentally doodled a picture of your body on a sticky note one day while she was lost in thought about some organization thing: when she realized what she was drawing she dropped her pen and folded the sticky note faster than the speed of light— peering around her shoulders to see if anyone was paying attention… phew.

-she likes how heavy they feel in her smaller hands

Hector ❄️🔥

-I think he admires your chest a lot, he probably compares you to some Greek or Roman statue in his mind, or an old painting. He genuinely finds your body to be beautiful; like a work of art. He’d probably write about it, too.

-if you were ever doubtfully looking in the mirror studying a top or dress that (in your opinion) made your chest look weird or too

Pronounced, he would tell you not to worry from the nearest vent and that you look divine in his eyes.

-I think when he is actually in the vents he’s way more forward with his admiration. Obviously, I mean we’ve seen how he is outside of them!! He’s so cute I’m crying anyways

-he’ll still express his love for you and your body outside of the vents, he just does it in a slightly more nervous and careful way. He’d have a harder time making eye contact, but he still wants you to know he thinks you’re pretty.

-does not understand why you could ever me insecure about them if you are, and if you’re the type of person who loves the fact you have a larger chest, he’ll agree with you!! Very much so.

He’ll nod all my as you jokingly flaunt them in a new top or something, saying smth like “oh, yes- definitely. I think you look amazing, my love.”

Abel🪵🥕

-he’d get all rosey at the sight of your chest, even more so if it was bare

-he’d probably hint at compliments, but we know Abel— he’s a big ole softy AND he’s shy- kinda? So he probably won’t directly say smth but like… he’s dropping HINTS

-would adore to watch you on top of him 😯😯omg who said this oh em gee

-If you were wearing a low cut top he’d probably say something like “Awh shucks..” under his breath while taking his hat off. (He’s so cute I’m crying)

-he’d say “you’re prettier than a mornin’ sunrise with a nice hot cup of coffee while the roosters are hootin’ and hollerin” or something of the sort (he’s so silly)

-I feel like he has calloused hands, so they’d feel rough against you

-THIS MAN IS A GENTLEMAN, He won’t make sexual comments right away at ALL, he’ll mostly keep his thoughts to himself at first, because he doesn’t want to be too forward or make you uncomfortable.

#date everything #de #date everything x reader #mateo date everything #abel date everything #skips date everything #betty date everything #hector date everything #penelope date everything #chance date everything #freddy yeti #freddy date everything #I TRIED TO DO SOME UNDERRATED PEEPS #x reader #tags

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stellaasturniolo · 3 days ago

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𝑰'𝑴 𝑺𝑶𝑹𝑹𝒀 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀... - 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. bf!matt x gf!reader

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆. smut - fluff

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕. 816 (idk why it's so short)

Matt and you are having sex while you’re on your period. Matt teases to hard and embarrasses you and makes you cry. He comforts you and cuddles you repeating that he’s sorry a million times.

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. p in v, crying, kissing, gentle pet names, slight dirty talk, cuddling.

Matt moved slowly at first, his cock thick inside of you, coated in lube and sheathed in a condom. Not because he minded the blood, but because he knew he could get an infection and you were the one who said to use a condom. It was sweet in his own way.

You were on your back, legs open, and he had you moaning already. Each thrust just right, deep and warm, your skin buzzing from the inside out.

“Fuck,” Matt groaned as he pushed in again, this time grinding his hips. “You’re so warm when you’re like this.”

You whimpered quietly, your arms tight around his shoulders.

He smirked.

“What, this get you all worked up?” he teased in a low murmur. “Your body gets so needy on your period, doesn’t it?”

You stayed quiet.

He didn’t notice. He kept going.

“Bet you’ve been thinking about this since this morning, haven’t you? Could barely sit still during breakfast.. needing sex” He’d bite his lip.

He was still deep inside you, his cock dragging along all the right spots, but the teasing tone started to feel less hot and more sharp. Like your body was exposed, raw in a way that didn’t feel good anymore. You blinked, and your vision blurred slightly.

He leaned in closer.

“Look at you, clinging to me. Gonna cry out just ’cause I’m inside you, huh?”

Your chest stung, your eyes burned. You tried to swallow it down. Not to ruin the moment, not to ruin him. But a tear slipped out, fast and quiet. You knew he only meant crying as in moaning but you were taking everything in in the wrong way because you were hormonal.

Matt noticed immediately.

His body stilled, not just his hips but everything.

“Wait” he breathed, pulling back just enough to look at you. His expression changed instantly. “Baby.”

Another tear slipped out.

“Hey hey hey.. Baby, are you crying?” His voice softened in a flash, the cocky edge gone. “Did i.. did I go too far?” His eyes looking into yours worried.

You nodded, barely.

Matt exhaled hard, like he hated himself a little. “Oh, love.. I’m sorry my baby I didn’t mean to. I thought we were just playing, I didn’t know it felt like that.”

You tried to turn your head, humiliated, but his hands were already cradling your face.

“No, don’t look away. Please. Look at me. It’s okay I’ve got you..”

You looked at him. And what you saw wasn’t pity, wasn’t guilt. It was just him, worried, soft, there.

He slid out slowly, carefully, removing the condom and tossing it aside without saying a word. Then he wrapped his arms around you, pulling the blanket up over your shoulders like he was sealing you inside his warmth.

You clung to him instinctively.

Matt kissed your forehead, your cheek, the tip of your nose. His voice barely above a whisper. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t read you right. That’s on me.”

“I don’t know what my deal is baby I’m sorry I’m all over the place I’m too hormonal for sex right now..” You answer, just tucked your face against his chest. His heartbeat was steady under your ear.

“Don’t say sorry love.. I forget sometimes,” he murmured, rubbing your back, “that you’re not just mine to touch you’re mine to take care of, too.”

That made your throat close again, but this time it was different.

He rocked you gently, body against body, skin warm, his hands never stopping, stroking your hair, your back, your arms.

“You’re okay,” he whispered. “We’re okay.”

Minutes passed like that. Just breathing. Just warmth.

Eventually, your tears stopped, but he didn’t let go. Not until you shifted, just a little, looking up at him through damp lashes.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” Matt said softly. “I’d rather hold you like this a hundred times over than have sex with you baby.. This is comfy, this is safe.”

You curled tighter against him, and he pulled you closer in return.

Later, he helped you into one of his hoodies, made you hot chocolate even though it was late, and sat on the edge of the bed, watching you sip it with a tired little smile.

And when you laid back down, eyes heavy, Matt slid beside you, arms around your waist like you were something fragile but safe to hold.

“You good now?” he asked, brushing hair from your face.

You nodded.

“Alright. Just remember…” He leaned in, kissing your cheek, then your temple. “If I ever make you cry again, it better be because it feels too good… not because I forgot how to love you properly.”

You chuckle and kiss his lips softly. Making out with him slowly and full of love.

You two fall asleep in each others arms and after all that, you two have shower sex the next morning.

─𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 ⋆˚꩜｡

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒅…

𝑰 𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒓 𝒊 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒙 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒅𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚𝒚

𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒙!!

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woso-writing · 12 hours ago

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Mi amors

Alexia Putellas x reader

A/n: Sorry for kind of going MIA, but I have had absolutely no motivation to write, but I think I'm back now, and this has been in my drafts for a while so have this while I write the requests people have given me.

Summary: You and Alexia decide that it is time to take the next step in your relationship.

You and Alexia had always been close, from the first time you both turned up to La Masia for your trials for Barcelona, both of you being the new girls together really started a friendship to last a life time.

However, when you were in your teenage years, round about when you were 15 you started to realise that you were different from most of the girls you knew, you could never explain it at first but ultimately it was as simple as you liked girls, well one girl in particular, your best friend, Alexia. You were always the quiet one of the two of you so when Alexia came out and was confident in her sexuality it came as no surprise to you, it also came as no surprise that you hid that part of you away for quite a few years before you actually worked up the courage to at least tell those who were the most important to you, which obviously included Alexia.

Safe to say that there was no need for you to actually worry and although it took a few years, the pair of you both admitting your feelings for one another.

That was six years ago and you can safely say that they have been the best six years of your life, sure there had been arguments along the way, but you wouldn't change your life for anything.

You and Alexia had always talked about wanting kids some day, but with both of your careers going so well, neither of you knew when the right time may come, but deep down you knew that you wanted your kids to be able to watch their mums play as they were growing up rather than just hearing stories about your careers. That is what has brought you to where you are now, you and Alexia have just got home from your last match of the season and you decide now is the best time to talk to Alexia.

"Lex, ¿Podemos hablar?" (Can we talk?) You ask your girlfriend.

"Si mi amor, ¿Qué ocurre?" (Yes my love, what's wrong) Alexia responds.

"Creo que es el momento adecuado." (I think it's the right time) You say, hopeful for a positive response.

"¿El momento adecuado para qué, cariño?" (The right time for what darling?) Alexia questions, intriqued.

"Para que podamos formar una familia" (For us to start a family)

"Sabes que quiero esto, pero no puedo detener mi carrera ahora mismo, pero pronto, nena." (You know I want this but I can't stop my career right now, but soon babe)

"Espera, no te lo estoy pidiendo, quiero llevarlo, solo quiero que al menos uno de nuestros hijos crezca viéndonos jugar el deporte que amamos." (Wait, I am not asking you to, I want to carry, I just really want at least one of our kids to grow up actually seeing us playing the sport we love) You say trying to make sure that the conversation doesn't get completely shut down.

"¿En serio? ¿Estás seguro de que quieres hacer esto? Falta mucho tiempo y quiero que estés seguro." (Really? Are you sure you want to do this, it's a very long time out and I want you to be sure) Alexia says, forever being the voice of reason.

"Por supuesto que estoy seguro, no hay nadie más con quien preferiría tener una familia." (Of course I am sure, there is no one else I would rather have a family with) You say, reaching out to grab Alexia's hand and stroke your thumb over her knuckles.

"Ok entonces, esto es, comencemos nuestra familia" (Ok then, this is it, let's start our family) Alexia says, the biggest smile on her face.

You and Alexia share a kiss before starting to look through your options on how to move this decision along.

It has been about six months since that conversation and you still haven't told any of the girls you are pregnant, instead telling them that you had a slight injury and that is why you hadn't been at training or even seen them since you found out that the ivf had worked, however you knew you had to tell them at some point and decided you were going to do it at today's match, you were obviously showing by now so you had to make sure none of the girls saw you until the meeting when Pere would say that Alexia had something special to tell the girls.

"Muy bien, escuchen, hoy es un partido importante, pero todos sabemos que podemos salir y ganar, así que simplemente sigamos el plan de juego y vayamos a otra semifinal de la Liga de Campeones, pero primero, Alexia tiene una gran noticia que contarles" (Right you lot listen up, today is a big game, but we all know that you can go out there and win it so just stick to the game plan and let's get to another champions league semi final, but first, Alexia has some big news to tell you all)

"Sí, gracias Pere, bien chicas, no hay mucho más que decir sobre el juego, pero sí hay algunas noticias importantes que les hemos estado ocultando" (Yes, thank you Pere, right girls not much else to say regarding the game but yes there is some important news that we have been keeping from you) Alexia says as you walk in and look at how shocked most of the girls are.

"Oh Dios mío, sabía que algo más estaba pasando, felicidades chicas, ¿Qué tan avanzado estás?" (Oh my god, I knew something else was up, congrats girls, how far along are you?) Mapi shouts as she practically sprint to come and embrace you in a hug.

"Gracias Mapi, alrededor de seis meses." (Thanks Mapi, around six months)

The rest of the girls conratulate you and then they have to start going out for the match, Alexia being the last one in the changing room with you.

"Buena suerte mi amor" (Good luck my love) You say giving Alexia a kiss on the head, something you had both done for as long as you could remember before a match.

"Gracias cariño," (Thank you darling,) She says before kneeling down and placing a kiss on your bump, "Adiós pequeño, deja de patear a mamá por mí." (Bye little one, stop kicking mummy for me)

"Eres linda Alexia Putellas, ahora vete que te estarán esperando." (You're cute Alexia Putellas, now off you go they'll be waiting for you)

Alexia leaves and then you walk out to sit on the bench with the girls who haven't started. All the girls play really well and the game ends in a 4-0 win for Barca, Alexia scoring 2 of the goals and dedicating it to you and the baby each time. As soon as the final whistle blows and you start to walk on the pitch with the other girls, Alexia runs straight over to you, being overprotective of you as usual.

"¿Estás bien nena?" (Are you okay babe?) She asks, putting an arm around you.

"Soy perfecta Lex, no puedo esperar a que el pequeño te vea jugar tan bien como lo acabas de hacer" (I am perfect Lex, I just can't wait for little one to be watching you play as well as you just did)

"Ahh no fue mi mejor, pero creo que este va a ser tan bueno como su mamá." (Ahh it wasn't my best, but I think this one is going to be just as good as their mummy) Alexia says back to you.

"Eres demasiado modesto Lex, pero vamos, no voy a mentir, me gustaría irme a la cama lo antes posible" (You're too modest Lex, but come on, I'm not going to lie I would like to get to bed as soon as possible) You say, giving Alexia a kiss on the cheek as you start to walk back inside.

Alexia follows you and gets her stuff from the changing room, deciding to just get a shower when you are get home so that you can get to bed quicker, Alexia knowing that it had been a long day for you. when you do get home you pretty much walk straight up the stairs and change into one of Alexia's hoodies and a pair of shorts to sleep in before getting into bed and deciding to read a bit of your book while you wait for Alexia to finish showering, once she has you feel the covers move and Alexia's arms wrap around you, the latter giving you little kisses on your forehead as she lays down.

"Hola tú, linda ducha mi amor?" (Hello you, nice shower my love?) You ask Alexia, opening your eyes after you must have dosed off whilst reading.

"Habría sido mejor si hubieras estado ahí, cariño." (Would have been better if you were there darling) Alexia says, smirking at you.

"Está bien, descarado, por mucho que te ame, me estaba quedando dormido." (Okay cheeky, now as much as I love you, I was just falling asleep)

"Oh, lo siento bebé" (Oh I'm sorry baby)

"No, está bien Lex, ya que eres tú." (No it is ok Lex, as it's you)

After that you both turn your bedside lights off and then you cuddle into Alexia, getting as close as humanly possible to your girlfriend before falling into a very deep sleep.

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed, let me know if you would like a part 2 with reader and Alexia after baby is born, and if so give me some baby name suggestions.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso fluff #woso one shot #woso fanfics #woso soccer #barca femenixreader #alexia putellas #alexia putellas x reader

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headdinthewall · 3 days ago

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I CHOOSE YOU #2 ── g.clarke ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

summary : you and george spend all day getting to know each other on a personal level, and then things change around the fire pit a/n : for this li ‘series’ it wont be a full thing, it’ll probably just be major parts of the show and then things i wanna write too // this one is long & full of drama lmfao content : non-established relationship ,, verbal fighting ,, fluff

─────── THE NEXT MORNING was lovely and leisurely. No one was outright upset about your night with George (except Harry, who seemed to have the face of a smacked arse constantly) and all the girls has expressed their support for you.

Even Emma had apologised, which she really didn’t need to do, so it was safe to say you were in a good mood.

George had made you an iced coffee and some toast, even going as far as to spread the jam in a heart shape. You told him it was cute and he kissed the top of your head.

The sun was blazing again today, burning rays snaking their ways across your skin and every other islander there. Sweat dripped down the back of your neck and some of it gathered at your hairline, cursing you with the grimy feeling of greasy hair. The wooden flooring planks were scorching to walk across, the cushioning on the seats felt like hot stones, so the only safe space was in the pool.

The water rolled comfortably over itself as you swayed leisurely, letting the cooling liquid lather over your body. You shivered at the initial contact, the drastic temperature change being a shock to your body, but you quickly adjusted, and the cold became a relief.

You and Chloe ‘swam’ around each other, gossiping idly. She was talking about how happy she was in her couple with Luca, saying that he was such a gentleman and gave a lot of golden retriever energy. You nodded in agreement.

Then she asked, “What are you gonna do about Harry and George?”

“I dunno, to be honest. I haven’t really thought about it.” You answered honestly, “I’m still attracted to Harry somewhat, I don’t know why— like, a lot of the attraction has gone because of how he did me yesterday, but … there’s still something.”

“Maybe it’s just because you were coupled up from day one so you feel some sort of loyalty towards him.” Chloe suggested, “But what about George?”

“I really like him.” You muttered, “Last night, he came in to sleep with me so I wasn’t alone, and it was … it was really nice. He spoke nonsense for about an hour, but it wasn’t annoying and obnoxious, it was funny and I actually listened. And, obviously, yesterday he came to check on me and he said …” You looked around to make sure no one was in ear shot, “Said his door will always be open for me and he has a lot of feelings for me.”

“No way!” Chloe exclaimed, a large grin on her face.

“Shh! Shh!” You hushed her with a giggle.

“If there’s a recoupling, who would you like to be picked by?”

“Mmm, I don’t know, cuz— like, I wouldn’t— How do I word this? I don’t know if my feelings for George are genuine, or just because last night everything was so raw and he was there for me, do you know what I mean? So, I wouldn’t wanna get in a couple with him and then be, basically, leading him on or giving him false hope.”

“Babe, babe, I’m not trying to tell you how you feel or anything, but everything you just said about George was positive. When you were talking about last night, there wasn’t a single bit of ‘hmm, I don’t know’. I think you like him, and you just have to go for it. Test connections, and if it doesn’t work out then,” Chloe shrugged, “So be it.”

“Sorry to interrupt but, reader do you wanna go for a chat?” George asked.

“Yeah, sure.” You nodded with a smile.

You lifted yourself out of the pool and reattached your mic pack around your waist. Chloe winked sneakily at you as you walked off.

“You alright?” George asked, looking at you as you walked to the daybeds.

“Yeah, I’m great. It’s hot today.” You hummed, sitting beside him. “This is like, our little spot.”

“I know, right?” George laughed softly, putting his arm around the pillows smoothly. “I just wanted to get to know you a bit more. I feel like I only really know stuff about you from challenges.”

“Yeah, definitely.” You agreed, “Fire away, hon.”

“Favourite colour?”

“Oh, no, George, that’s far too personal.” You joked, making him snort. “Pink is really pretty. I’ve been liking yellow a bit recently too.”

“I think you’d look nice in yellow.”

“Yeah? You want me to wear yellow later?”

“I’d love that.” He smirked, fingers dancing along your arm. “You got any pets?”

“I have a cat but I want another.”

“No dogs?”

“No, are you a dog person?”

“I am.” He sucked his teeth. “I really want a dog, but I currently live with my mates, so it would be a bit tight.”

“You live with your friends?” You raised your eyebrows in shock.

“Yeah … is that a red flag?”

“No, I quite like that. I live with my best friend and it’s really convenient.”

“Do you think you could have a dog?”

You gave him a guilty look as if to say ‘no, not at all’ and he sighed dramatically, shaking his head.

“Just when I thought you were my dream girl.” He said, tutting.

You threw your head back in laughter, “Okay, what about kids?”

“I want them, definitely, but … it’s just a case of when and how many?” He told you.

“I want two. Maybe three, but two is perfect.” You explained, “I have two older brothers, but they’re twins and six years older than me, so I always felt a bit lonely. If I ever have kids, I want them to have a sibling close in age so they don’t feel lonely.”

George’s eyes widened, “Two older brothers? Fuck me, I’m gonna die, aren’t I? Gotta make sure to treat you like a princess.”

“Queen.” You corrected him.

“Right, queen.”

─────── WHEN THE EVENING rolled around, you had indeed put on a yellow dress. It was either that or a red one, simply because you knew it was Harry’s favourite colour on you and you wanted to show him what he was missing out on. But no, you decided on the yellow. Instead of trying to get revenge on a man who simply didn’t deserve any of your attention, you would flaunt your body to a man who did deserve it.

You saw the utter glee on George’s face when he saw the yellow fabric and the dainty sequins and jewels making up the butterfly design on the side. He leaned down close to your ear, muttering words of desire and attraction before kissing your jawline.

“Guys! I’ve got a text!” Sofija exclaimed loudly, “‘Islanders, tonight there will be a recoupling in which the boys will pick their girl! #switchingitup #girlslayback’!”

Your head shot towards Chloe immediately, “You fucking jinxed it!”

“I’m sorry!” She cackled, grabbing your arm.

“Wait is anyone going home? Or is there an even amount of people in the villa?”

“It’s even, it just means things might change.” George said, as if he was plotting.

“Reader, can I talk to you?” Harry approached.

“Oh, here we fuckin’ go.” Chloe huffed, rolling her eyes, “Come to apologise now so you can secure your spot?”

“It’s okay, Chlo. I’ll be back in a sec.” You soothed her, patting her shoulder.

You and Harry walked off and you could feel George’s eyes burning into the back of your skull.

“You look nice.” Harry complimented as you sat down across from each other at the mini fire pit.

“Thank you.” You replied.

“I just, I did want to apologise for yesterday. And this isn’t just me saying this now ‘cause there’s a recoupling, I wanted to do this earlier but you were with George all day.”

The way he said his name didn’t sit right with you, it was like he was bitter about it.

“I shouldn’t have kissed Emma like that, and I shouldn’t have joked about you not being good enough.” Harry said.

You shifted your lips to the side, running your tongue over your teeth before replying, “Thank you, for apologising, but, Harry, you … you made me cry. We sat there, on those beds,” You pointed, “And I cried, you heard me crying, and you just walked off. Why didn’t it click for you to apologise then? Or give me a hug? Or comfort me? You said ‘good chat’ and then walked off.”

“Because it was an awkward situation! I felt really awkward and I didn’t want to make it worse for you!”

“It was awkward because of you, Harry! Because you promised me I was the only girl for you and then contradicted it within a couple of hours! That’s why it was awkward! And before you say it, I know I kissed George. But what would you rather me do in that challenge? Kiss someone else and say ‘Oh, I thought there might be a connection’?”

“But now you do have a connection with George, so what does that matter, like— You— You say your happy to be exclusive with me and no you’re all cuddly and giggly-me-giggly with him.”

“Yeah, and I was happy to be exclusive with you, but then you treated me like shit yesterday and made me look like a mug in front of everyone.”

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, your phone dinged.

“I’ve got a text!” You shouted, catching everyone’s attention. “‘Will all Islanders please gather around the fire pit immediately’!”

When you stood, he did too.

“Is that it, then? You don’t wanna try again?” Harry muttered.

“I … I don’t know. Right now? No, I don’t. It’s all still very fresh for me, so if you could just leave me alone tonight, that would be really appreciated.” You said firmly.

“Right, okay. I am sorry, though.”

You shrugged and then walked to the fire pit, standing at the front with all the girls.

“You okay?” Chloe asked.

“Yeah, I’ll talk to you after.” You whispered.

Luca was first, and he stood with a big grin on his face. Throughout his whole speech, he didn’t take his eyes off or Chloe, who was blushing like a rose bush, and had a matching smile on her face. He gushed about how perfect this girl was, and how she looked beautiful no matter what and always managed to make him laugh. Then, he finally declared that his chosen girl was Chloe (to absolutely no one’s surprise) and she joined his side, giving him a kiss.

The next boy was Jamie, who picked Sofija.

When Kai stood up, he spoke from the heart, choosing Becky, which meant George was currently single.

It was finally his turn.

He stood before everyone, biting his lip with his hands clasped in front of his crotch. He cleared his throat before speaking.

“I’ve picked this girl because … well, where do I even start? She’s downright gorgeous, makeup or not. She’s incredibly interesting and unique, and I’ve managed to come to that conclusion without even knowing her inside and out. I cant wait to really get to know her on levels that aren’t just the surface. Her smile lights up every room she walks into, she’s constantly got a happy energy about her, even though she’s been done incredibly wrong these past 24 hours, she hasn’t let that change her, and I find that really admirable.”

Some of the boys’ eyes widened at his last detail, while the girls nodded and Chloe stifled a laugh.

“So, the girl I have chosen to couple up with is … Reader.”

Everyone started clapping and you grinned, shuffling over to him and hugging him. He kissed your cheek softly and you sat beside him. You and Chloe shared a giddy look as his arm laid across your shoulder.

“That was a good speech.” You whispered to him.

“Glad you liked it. Didn’t lie.” He whispered back, kissing your head.

─────── THE REST OF the night, you were all giggles and laughter. You were absolutely elated that you were in a couple with George, you couldn’t express it in words. Just as you were enjoying a nice chat with him, Harry stalked over, his jaw clenched tightly.

“George, mate, wanna talk?”

“Sure, yeah.”

You gave an awkward, tight-lipped smile as they walked away together. Harry’s body seemed really tense and uncomfortable, and part of you was worried.

You made your way over to Chloe, your wedged heels clicking along the floor, “Harry’s just pulled George.”

“What?” Luca sat up immediately.

You took a seat between them and told them both what had happened with your talk with Harry earlier, all the while George and Harry were having a somewhat heated conversation.

“I’m just, not happy, mate.” Harry rubbed his jaw, “You could’ve come to me beforehand and said ‘I’m thinking of picking reader’ but you didn’t. Instead, you just took her right off of me. I wanted to stay coupled with her so I can make it up to her.”

“What’s stopping you from still making it up to her? Like, just because people are in couples doesn’t mean you can’t explore. You showed that yesterday in the challenge, perfectly well. So— Also, I have no loyalties towards you. None at all. Especially not after how you made reader feel yesterday—“

“You’re not her knight in fucking shining armour, George.” Harry chuckled, “You’re acting like you did her some kind of favour, like you rescued her from me. I’m not a bad guy, I just made a mistake, and I want to make it up to her. I would’ve appreciated if you came to me and told me you wanted her. Because that,” He pointed to the fire pit, “Was disrespectful and muggy.”

“Well, now you know how reader felt.” George shrugged nonchalantly.

“Oh, give me a fucking break, lad, honestly. Seriously, you can’t make a valid point without bringing her up, this isn’t about her, it’s about being respectful.”

“It is about her though, isn’t it? Because, you’re pissed I coupled up with her, I did that because you treated her like shit and I really like her.” George scoffed, “Why should I be respectful to you, when you don’t deserve it? You haven’t done anything respectful and it’s been three weeks.”

“You’re really pissing me off now.” Harry rubbed the back of his head. “Listen to what I’m saying— The words coming out my mouth— I don’t care that you picked her, I just wanted you to tell me that you were going to do it.”

“I’m not having this conversation with you.” George kissed his teeth, standing up. “Your own words are contradicting. You do care that I picked her. You’re pissed off because someone who actually likes her is showing interest and now you want what you can’t have.” He started walking off.

“You’re a fucking knobhead, mate.” Harry exclaimed, storming off in the opposite direction.

All heads perked up, everyone’s eyes on the pair who both shared expressions of anger and agitation.

“Maybe to you, but at least I know how to treat a girl right.” George shrugged, making his way back over to you.

Harry turned around, “Say that again! I dare you!”

“Leave it, Harry! Leave it!” Luca shouted, standing up.

“Fucking twat.” George muttered, sitting beside you.

You wrapped your arms around his bicep and rested your cheek on his shoulder. You dragged your nails up and down his arm in a soothing manner, trying to rid him of his rage.

When bedtime rolled around, there was still some unsettled tension in the villa. Your makeup was off and you were sat in bed, tucked under George’s arm with your head on his chest. You drew little patterns on his stomach. You could tell he was still annoyed from the earlier conflict, but you were trying to calm him.

“Hey.” You hummed, grabbing his chin so he would look at you, “You handled that very well.”

“You think?” He hummed.

“I know.” You smiled, kissing his chin.

“You missed.” George smirked.

“You … You want a proper kiss?” You bit back a smile, your heart pounding in your chest.

That was the one thing you could never wrap your head around while watching love island. They kissed everyone so freely and on a whim. For you, it took a lot of courage to kiss someone outside of a challenge. For you, there had to be a genuine connection. You weren’t the type to just kiss somebody after knowing them for a couple of days.

With George, you’d known him since the beginning, but you’d only just recently gotten to know him on a romantic level. Your heart thundered at the thought of kissing him outside of a challenge, unprompted and raw.

“Only if you want to as well.” George admitted. “If you want to wait, we can wait.”

“I-I’m okay with a kiss.” You smiled nervously.

He grinned, leaning down and kissing you. You giggled into it, reciprocating the soft, gentle energy.

After a while, the lights went out. You had your back to him and his arm was around your waist. You took notice of the thick meat of his bicep and chewed the inside your cheek. You glided your feet backwards, entwining your legs with his.

“You alright?” He whispered, breath dancing along the skin of your neck and ear.

“I like these.” You smirked, squeezing his bicep.

“Yeah?” He snorted, bringing it up to rest under your chin. He flexed it, squishing your face between his forearm and bicep.

You squealed with a cackle, making everyone’s heads turn.

“Reader, shush!” Luca scolded you.

“Sorry!” You got out through laughing.

#ukyt #george clarke #ukyt fanfic #george clarkey #george clarke fanfic #george clarke fics #george clarkey x reader #george clarke imagine #george clarke x fem!reader #george clarke fluff

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jkkyks · 3 days ago

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Secrets.06

“You Called?”

He is in another country for a match

Content : +18 content ahead and…idk JUST PURE LOVE? + kylian being under stress.

This series offers a closer, more honest look at Kylian Mbappé. By exploring his habits, routines, and subtle reactions IF HE WERE YOURS, it aims to reflect the real Kylian as accurately as possible: always human.

Inside Kylian’s Head :

I don’t know why I called her.

Well… that’s a lie.

I called her because tonight feels heavier than usual. Because the silence in this damn hotel room is louder than the press, louder than the fans, louder than even my own thoughts. I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

She’s in another country. Probably asleep, busy, tired. Its past midnight in her time zone,

But I press her name anyway.

My Y/N ♡ Ringing..

It rings once.

Twice.

Three times.

I almost hang up.

Then—

“Ky?”

Her voice.Soft. Sleepy. Mine.

“…Did I wake you?” I ask, knowing full well I did.

“Of course you did,” she mumbles, but there’s no edge in her tone. Just concern. Warmth. “But I don’t care. What’s going on?”

My chest tightens. My hands are already shaking, and I haven’t said anything yet.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I whisper. “I feel like I’m… slipping. Like something inside me is unraveling and I don’t know how to stop it.”

She’s quiet, listening. I picture her, hair messy, eyes half-closed, phone pressed to her cheek. And I hate how far she is. How much I need her right now.

“Training was a disaster. I couldn’t focus. I snapped at Bellingham . Coach lost it on me. Then I had to walk past a wall of cameras just to get into my own building, and they—” I pause. Swallow the bitter taste. “They said I’ve changed. That I’m arrogant. Me being in real madrid is a mistake and useless.”

I let out a dry laugh. “And maybe they’re right.”

She still doesn’t say anything. Just breathing. Letting me fall apart without judgment. Always knowing how much I don’t need advice, I just need someone to listen, she’s always been my perfect listener.

“I don’t feel like me anymore, Y/N. Not the version of me you used to love. Not the one who used to make you laugh over burnt pancakes and kiss your forehead like it was holy.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, press my hand to my chest.

“Do you still love me?” I don’t mean to ask. But I do.

“Because sometimes I wonder if I’m still the man you chose. Or if I already lost him somewhere along the way.”

I bite down on my lip. Hard.

“Would you still love me if I wasn’t Kylian Mbappé?”

Then her voice, like an anchor, finally interrupting my overthinking.

“I never loved Kylian Mbappé. I loved you. You Kylian.”

“ The one who talks too fast when he’s nervous. The one who apologizes too much, even when he doesn’t need to, because he never wants to be the reason someone else hurts. The one who can’t hide his pride. The one who always gives all of him in everything. The one who loves stupid cliché memes. The one who sends me reels & tiktoks even when he is out with his friends. The one who texts me every tiny detail of his day, even when he knows I’m too busy to reply, just so I don’t miss a moment of him. The one who calls me at midnight even though he’s scared he’s being a burden.” She chuckles at the end , making me smile through my chest ache and then continued.

“I still love you. Not less. Not from far. Not because you’re perfect. But because you’re real. You are human Ky, you can’t be perfect and you don’t have to be. You’re my love, my best friend, my man.”

My chest caves. I press the phone tighter to my ear like I can hold her through it.

“…Can you stay on the line?” I whisper. “Just… until I fall asleep. I don’t wanna feel alone tonight.”

She doesn’t even hesitate. “Of course amour.”

And somehow… even from here, I finally breathe.

I wake up to sunlight pouring through the windows, sharp and almost offensive.

My phone’s still in my hand.

It takes me a second to remember, the call. Y/N. Her voice in the dark.

I check the screen. Battery almost dead. The call ended hours ago. I don’t even remember falling asleep, but I must’ve drifted off with her still on the line. I hold the phone for a second longer than I need to. Like maybe I’ll hear her again if I just listen hard enough.

God, I miss her.

I rub my eyes, drag myself to the kitchen, make a half-assed cup of coffee I don’t really want. The apartment’s still too quiet. The weight on my chest is lighter than last night , but not gone.

Then my phone buzzes.

Voice message from My Y/N ♡.

Sent 7 minutes ago.

I press play.

Her voice fills the room. Soft. Calm. But there’s something else there, something I can’t place yet.

“Hey, mon cœur… You looked so tired last night. I could hear it in every word. I wish I could’ve held you for real. I hated being so far. I hated not being able to do more than just… stay on the line.”

She pauses.

“You don’t have to be perfect for me to love you, Ky. You never did. You’re allowed to feel heavy. I just want to be the one who helps you carry it.”

Another breath. Then, softer:

“Anyway… don’t get used to waking up alone. Not for long.”

I blink. Wait—

Don’t get used to waking up alone?.

I’m still processing it when there’s a knock at the door.

I freeze.

No one ever knocks this early. My mind runs wild, press? Delivery?

Another knock. Then—

“Ky? Open up.”

Her voice.

Real.

Her voice. At my hotel door.

I swear I stopped breathing.

I run, actually run ,across the hotel suite, nearly trip over the damn rug. I fumble with the lock, fling the door open—

And there she is.

Hair in a loose ponytail. A hoodie way too big for her, mine. A suitcase at her side and eyes already glassy, like she’s been crying too.

I just stare.

She gives me the tiniest smile. “Surprise.”

I don’t even answer. I just pull her into me. Hard. Like if I let go, the world will start falling apart again.

She wraps her arms around my waist and presses her face into my chest.

I bury my nose into her hair and whisper against her skin:

“You came.”

She nods against me.

“I couldn’t stay away. Not when you needed me.Not when you called like this yesterday”

I close my eyes.

For the first time in days, maybe weeks…

I breathe easy.

She’s lying in my bed like she’s always belonged, hair messy, eyes soft, hoodie too big for her body, and somehow, still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

I’m semi above her, fingertips brushing across her cheek, her jaw, her lashes. I’m trying to memorize her again, like I haven’t seen her in years, not just weeks.

She looks up at me, gently. “You okay?”

No. I’m not. I’m not okay. I love her too much.

“You dropped everything,” I murmur. “For me.”

“I wanted to,” she says, running her fingers through my barely grown curls.

“But your job. Your meetings. The conference. The people counting on you—”

Her hand moves to my cheeks. “You’re the one I choose, Ky. Always.”

I can’t hold it in anymore.

I start kissing her face. Her cheeks. Her nose. Her eyelids. Her chin. Her forehead. Again and again. One after the other, slow, desperate, like if I stop, I might fall apart again. Hearing her giggles heals me.

“I didn’t know how bad I was getting until I heard your voice last night,” I whisper against her skin. “You made everything quiet. You’re the only thing that ever does.”

Then I see it.

Her hand, resting on my chest now.

The glint of the ring on her finger.

My ring.

The one I gave her when I promised forever and proposed.

And something inside me just… breaks wide open.

I reach down, gently take her hand in mine. My thumb brushes over the ring , and I swear I feel the earth tilt.

I look at her.

Really look.

Eyes wide. Lips parted. That face I want to wake up to for the rest of my life. I don’t want her to be my fiancée anymore.

“We need to get married,” I say, my voice low and shaking. “This month.”

She blinks. “What?”

“I can’t wait anymore, Y/N. I know we said next year, or after the season, when things calm down. But I don’t want to wait. I’m done pretending time will make me readier. This—you—you’re all I’m sure of.”

I press her hand to my chest, right over my heart.

“Every time I’m away from you, I feel like I’m bleeding out slow. And every time you leave, I start counting the minutes until you come back.”

I kiss the ring, gently. “So let’s stop pretending we need more time.”

Her eyes start to fill. “Kylian…”

“Marry me. This month. I want to say ‘wife’ instead of “fiancée” when I talk about you. I want to come home to you. I want to have family with you. I want you to grow my kids. I want to love you till my last breath ”

I lean down, my forehead pressed to hers.

“I can’t take another night without you beside me.”

She smiles, that kind of smile that feels like sunrise. Her thumb brushes my cheek, and she nods, her voice barely a whisper.

“Okay.”

“This month.”

I kiss her then. Fully. Deeply. Slowly.

And for the first time in a long time, I don’t feel lost anymore.

Her “okay” still lingers in the space between us, but the second our lips meet again, it dissolves into something deeper , something raw, aching, and infinite.

Our mouths move slowly at first. Like we’re relearning each other’s rhythm. But the tension’s been simmering too long ,days, weeks, maybe even months ,and it spills out of us in desperate kisses, in breathless gasps between words we don’t say.

Her legs are wrapped tight around my waist, pulling me in. Her body fits against mine like it was made for this , like there’s no version of me that ever existed without her. I push the hoodie off her shoulders, kiss every new inch of skin I uncover. Her collarbone. The curve of her shoulder. The soft underside of her jaw. She’s warm and alive and trembling beneath me.

“Kylian…” she breathes, my name already sounding like a plea.

My hands roam her body, slow, reverent ,like I’m committing every contour to memory. I palm her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple, and she arches into my touch like she’s starving for it. I take it into my mouth, sucking gently until she moans, until her fingers tangle in my curls and pull. I can feel the heat radiating from her core, even through the thin fabric of her panties.

“I missed this,” I murmur, voice husky. “Missed you.”

She bites her lip, watching me with glassy eyes as I trail kisses lower,over her stomach, down the line of her hips. I press my lips to the inside of her thigh, slow and deliberate, feeling her legs tremble on either side of me.

“Don’t tease,” she whispers, breathless.

I hook my fingers around her panties and slide them down, watching the damp fabric cling before it lets go. She’s already soaked. The sight alone makes my cock twitch painfully. I lower my mouth to her center, my hands gripping her thighs as I finally taste her.

She gasps,sharp, broken,as my tongue slides through her folds, slow and deep. I circle her clit, sucking gently, then harder when her hips buck into me.

“Kylian—oh God—don’t stop—”

I won’t. I can’t. I eat her like it’s the only thing I know how to do, like the answer to every one of my questions lives between her legs. She rides my tongue with growing desperation, hips rocking in time with my rhythm, fingers buried in my hair as she falls apart.

I slide two fingers into her, curling just right. She cries out, thighs shaking around my head, her whole body clenching as her orgasm crashes over her. I feel her pulse against my tongue, her back arching off the mattress as she gasps my name again and again.

When she finally collapses, breathing hard, I kiss the inside of her thigh one more time before crawling back up her body.

“You’re shaking,” I whisper, brushing hair from her face.

“You wrecked me,” she says giggling , smiling through the aftershocks. “You always wreck me.”

She reaches down then, when i was slipping my pants off, wrapping her hand around my cock, slow strokes, firm and certain. I groaned low in my throat, the sound guttural, almost animal.

“I want you,” she says. “Please.”

I line myself up, she didn’t even need to say anything, I would have gone insane if I didn’t have her right god damn now, the tip of me brushing her entrance. I meet her eyes, searching for hesitation. There’s none. Only need.

“Look at me,” I whisper as I slide in.

We both moan ,low and deep, as I fill her, inch by inch, until I’m buried to the hilt. She’s so tight, so warm, gripping me like she never wants to let me go.

I still for a moment, forehead pressed to hers, trying not to lose it too fast. Her legs wrap around me again, heels digging into my back.

“Move,” she pleads. “Please.”

So I do.

I start slow. Deep, grinding thrusts that make her breath hitch, that make her cling to me like she’s drowning and I’m the only thing keeping her afloat. Her nails rake down my back. My mouth finds her neck, her shoulder, her lips.

We lose ourselves in the rhythm, in the slap of skin against skin, in the slick heat of her wrapped around me, in the way our bodies find each other again like they never truly parted. Every thrust feels like a promise. Every gasp a vow.

She comes again with a sharp cry, her body clenching hard around me, pulling me deeper. I’m barely hanging on, teeth gritted, sweat beading at my brow as I push through the wave.

“Fuck— Y/N —I’m gonna—”

She grabs my face, eyes wild and full of something deeper than lust. “Come inside me. I want all of you.”

That’s all it takes. My hips stutter. My jaw locks. I groan her name like a prayer as I spill inside her, deep and hot, our bodies trembling together. It feels endless ,like I’ve emptied every part of me into her and still crave more.

We stay tangled like that for a long time — sweaty, breathless, undone. I kiss her shoulder, her temple, the damp skin behind her ear. She smiles against my mouth, soft and lazy.

“I love you,” I murmur, still buried deep inside her.

She kisses me again. “Always.”

And just like that… the world outside fades.

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