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scap34 · 2 days ago

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sub! sugarbaby! Bottom! Toji x top! mean! sugar daddy! dom! male! Reader

warning: sex, mild choking, gambling, rough sex, dumbification, cussing, praises, degradation

A special reward from your sugar baby <3

“I want more money.” You looked over at Toji, eyes lifting from your boring office work. There was something much more interesting than your work here now after all.

“Lose all the money already?” You smirked. He scowled, but didn’t rise to the bait, striding over. For once, he was dressed in a loose sweatshirt and pants.

“So? I’ll win this time.” He insisted like always. You sighed, that was the problem with gamblers but it was cute to see his pouty face after he lost. And the way he’d sulk back to you. Besides it was just money. Shopping or gambling either way it was being spent.

Toji stopped in front of you, confident to the point of cockiness. “Besides I have a reward for you.”

You looked amused and put your computer away more interested. A reward? Your baby was adorable. Did he think he could give you any you didn’t have? Even Toji was yours.

He pulled up his shirt, showing off his chest. Normally you’d be thrilled. Toji’s tits were hot. Plump and delicious, the perfect stress toys and pressed together gave a great titfuck. Your eyes drank in the sight of his tits, when a flash of silver caught the light.

You stood up abruptly, your expression blank as you stalked over to him. Toji stood still, waiting for you to approach him smugly.

Were you excited? Aroused?

He licked his lips,cock already hardening at being exposed. What would you do to him? Would you tug it like he had, the sharp blade of pain, mixing with pleasure when he rubbed it? Press your lips against it? Rub your cock against his piercing as you tittyfucked him?

All of his expectations were shattered in a second when you spoke.

“What,” you approached him. “The fuck did you do?” You didn’t look pleased. Your eyes carrying a cold anger.

Fuck. Your glare almost made him cum in his pants like a fucking teen.

“What? Don’t like it?” He smirked, rubbing his nipple with a shiver when your glare intensified. The piercing still relatively new, even his own touch send arousal pooling.

Why the fuck did your anger make him so fucking hard? He shifted his weight to the other foot, his pants rubbing against his hard cock. He was, of course commando, ready for you to fuck him whenever you wanted.

He smirked, lust darkening his eyes. “I like it.” He said goading you on, as he tugged on the piercing with an obscene moan half to piss you off and half because it felt good.

You looked so fucking pissed. Of course you were. You valued control. Control over work, money, yourself and him.

You grabbed his wrist and held it in a tight grip. “Why the fuck do you have a piercing?”

Your grip was bruising. He loved it.

You grabbed his jaw, your thumb and index digging into his cheeks. “Who the fuck let you get a piercing?”

“I didn’t know I needed permission to pierce myself.” He hissed back equally venomously, ignoring the way his pre-cum coated his thighs in uncomfortable stickiness.

He felt like the slut you’d always call him as. So fucking wet from just your voice. Would you fuck him hard? Or maybe edge him?

He wanted your cock in him so bad. For you to take your anger on his body. Fuck him into the sheets until he was morning. Wreck him until he screams. Wring orgasm after orgasm out his exhausted body with your sweet touches and honeyed cruel words.

“You’re mine.” You snarled lowly, a cold anger laced into your voice. God, your tone made him want to melt.

He shuddered as word went straight to his cock. A soft moan accidentally spilled past his pink lips. You paused for a second. Then your eyes went down to his pants, to the obvious tent of his hard cock straining against his pants. A glint of amusement entered your eyes as you gave him a knowing look.

“Did you come?” He turned away, a humiliated flush brushed across his cheeks and the tips of his ears. “You did. What a slut. Coming without permission.”

Your eyes held a cold malice as you smiled clearly plotting something, your thumb idly brushing over his bottom lip. He swallowed, wondering if it was too late to beg mercy, even as his cock took interest again.

It wasn’t his fault. You had no right sounding so domineering, angry. He wanted to please you, but also make you snap, see how far you’d do, how much you'd ruin him.

…

“Did you cum again baby?” You cooed in that sweet tone. Toji flushed with humiliation, his body trembling. He let out a weak sob, eyes squeezed shut so he didn't have to see the smirk that he knew was on your face.

You grinned and flicked the head of his cock, making him hiss and lean forward. It gave you a great view of his pink hole stretched around your cock. Your eyes eagerly took in the way, your baby eagerly sucked you in, refusing to let go of your cock.

“What a bad boy Toji.” You cooed lowly, grabbing his hips and pushing him back down on your cock. His ass settled on your thighs and he was fully seated on your cock. He whimpered softly, his head leaning forward to rest on your shoulder.

You licked his neck, teasing and nipping it. “You’ve come twice baby I haven't even came once.” The sentence had him looking at you upset. His face twisted in worry and lust, as he unconsciously rocked his hips.

He didn’t mean to.

Your cock was just so big. And it filled him up so fucking good. It's all your fault. You kept teasing him, your degrading words filled with sweet praises. Your cock buried deep in his hole, filling him up making him feel so fucking full, like before you were inside of him he’d been so empty and never known it.

But now that he’d known how perfect your cock filled the hole inside him, he couldn’t help but want it inside him forever.

Toji shuddered when your hands squeezed his ass, kneading the flesh. “Ah~ s’rry,” he slurred out, still floating in the orgasmatic bliss.

He could barely talk, voice hoarse from screaming and moaned as he fucked himself on your cock. Your hands holding his hips as you rhythmically helped him move up and down.

Your cock head made a small bulge inside him that you couldn’t help but caress. The silver glint of the nipple piercings caught your eye again.

The smooth metal, pressed through his pink buds. Moving with his chest as you thrusted into him, rocking his whole body.

Your hand caressed the warm metal, and tugged. Toji’s half closed eyes snapped open and he let out a loud moan like scream.

“Did you think I’d forget about this?” You cooed sweetly. Fingers rubbed the nub, fiddling with the warm metal. The sliver shone beautifully agaisnt his pink dusty nipples. Toji let out a low sob as his hips jerked, cock hardening again.

“Stop stooopp~,” he begged, whining weakly. Protesting despite the fact he felt pleasure from it. His body arching into the touch just as much as it scream to get away.

But he couldn’t, now with his body filled with your thick cock, hitting all the right places, making him dizzy with need and satisfaction. Making him so fucking full, he really didn’t want you to stop now.

“S-stop t’sing,” he slurred out, pants and low moans falling out his lips when you rolled your hips. His hand clinging to your shoulder as he let out a shaky sob.

“Did you learn your lesson baby?” You cooed mock affectionately brushing away a strand of his hair that stuck to his sweaty forehead.

“F’k y-” he half slurred, his words cutting off with an upward thrust of your hips that had his eyes rolling back, a wanton moan leaving his scarred lips. Muscular thighs flexed, his hot velvety hole clinging to your cock tighter.

His body jolted up, desperately trying to escape. Weak and overstimulated, you run a hand slowly around his hair and yank, him back. The sudden movement, making the man under you cry out. Hips flexing, trying to get any friction to get off.

Rolling your hips, you keep going with your thrusts. Drilling into his abused prostate, his gummy walls weakly clenching onto your cock. Your hand caressed his hip as the other groped his ass.

“What is it, slut?” You purr mockingly, thrusting up your hips, making the man gasp, large hand desperately gripping your shoulder for balance. His cock twitching but unable to get enough friction and pleasure to cum.

“F’ck m’! Pl’se,” he begged. The humiliation of begging was thrown into the back of his mind in favor of wanting to be fucked properly. That was all you needed to hear. In a quick move, you had him pinned under you. His hazy mind barely registered it. Only when the rush of cool air caressed his overheated body, did he look up at you.

His expression was dazed, with strands of hair clung to his forehead from sweat. Only a whimper left his scarred lips at the emptiness in his hole. The poor thing twitching and trying to squeeze down on a cock that wasn’t there anymore.

Poor baby. Good thing you didn’t mind giving him what he desperately wanted.

“Such a good slut for me, princess,” you cooed smirking, hooking a muscular leg on your shoulder, you pressed between his legs and thrust your cock back into the velverty tight hole.

Large hands gripped the silk sheets with vengeance tearing into them as you started to move, little moans and gasps filling the room with the sound of skin against skin.

Rolling your hips, you keep going with your thrusts. Drilling into his abused prostate, his gummy walls weakly clenching onto your cock.

“Fuck that’s it baby. Such a good girl princess.” There was nothing in those glassy black eyes. Lewd pants and gasps falling from his swollen red lips. Each thrust made his mind go blank, hazy in a way he couldn’t remember anything but you and your cock.

Your hand moved and squeezed his neck, a thumb rubbing over his the hollow of his throat, keeping it pinned to the bed. His eyes fluttered, mouth open drooling making a mess of the sheets. A keening whine mixed with the edge of a sob spilled past his parted lips, when your hand tightened around his throat.

And then there was his tits.

You couldn’t lie, the nipple piercing were a cute touch. The metal in perfect contract to his pink dusty nipples. The little hoops were perfect to hold and tug.

A whiny squeal of pain and pleasure left his mouth. The sharp tug sent waves of heat straight down to his cock, pathetically spurting watery cum. His body arched into the touch to relieve the pressure, fingers twisted in the sheets.

He could barely feel anything, overwhelmed by the onslaught of pain and pleasure. The pleasure felt endless, his cock already hardening, body reacting unwillingly.

He couldn’t breath, or think. The only things in the world were your cock, plowing away inside him again. Deeper than before, molding his insides to your shape, and the cruel teasing of his nipple piercings.

Fingers pinching and tugging, racking up the sensitivity in his body. His body torn between all the sensations, only capable of taking it.

Moaning and whimpering, your name and begging for more of anything you were willing to give. Clinging to the sheets and arching his back to give you more access to his tits, and letting you abuse his hole, like your personal toy. Reduced to nothing but a mindless hole for you to fuck and play with.

He loved it.

His muscular thighs flexing and relaxing as your cum filled stretched out his hole, dribbling out it, despite him clenching his wall. The size of your cock making sure his hole couldn’t even close.

Toji reached out a hand, his eyelids heavy and exhausted. You caught it and kissed the inside of his palm.

“Relax baby. I got you.” You muttered, your voice still husky, the sound sending pleasant shivers up his spine. He gave a brief nod, his eyes fluttering shut.

Maybe he should piss you off like this again later.

After all, you were hot when you were angry.

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casssmalefantasy · 23 hours ago

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LET ME TAKE CARE OF YOU

PAIGE BUECKERS X READER

| parings: paige bueckers x reader!

| synopsis: a physical game leaves you bruised and furious, and paige is the only one who can calm you down. back at the hotel, the tension that’s been simmering between you all season finally boils over.

| warnings: smut, fingering, oral f!receiving, praise kink, dominant!paige, tension, possessiveness, cursing, mentions of injury, game violence, and emotional intimacy,

| word count: 2.7k

| author’s note: yall wanted this one so here you go, also i wrote this like two months ago 😭.

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it’s been chippy all game.

it’s what you expect going against texas.

physical team, good shooters, shit refs. it’s the kind of combination that makes you want to put your fist through a locker.

they're ranked, scrappy and come to play.

and for some reason, their starting guard has had it out for you since tip-off.

the first couple plays, you let it slide. a shoulder here, a shove there. nothing new, but by the time you’re five minutes into the third quarter with a sore hip and a stinger in your arm, it’s personal.

still, you try to keep your head down. geno’s always on your ass about that, don’t lose your cool. don’t let them bait you.

but it’s hard. it’s so hard.

and when she bodies you again on a cut, this time full-on sending you to the floor, elbow to your ribs—you snap.

you’re on your feet before your ass even registers the hardwood.

"you got a fucking problem?" you bark, chest heaving.

she smirks like she’s been waiting for this moment all game.

"maybe i just don’t like how you play."

"yeah? how about i show you how i fight."

she steps forward, and you're stepping too, ready to shove her right back into the damn bleachers—

but arms are on you. pulling you back. not the ref, not your teammates—

"yo," a voice says low, right in your ear. “hey. chill. breathe.”

you glance back. it’s paige.

both arms wrapped tight around you from behind, holding you in place. her hands flat on your stomach, grounding you.

"she’s not worth it," she murmurs. "eyes on me. breathe, baby."

you do. barely.

the ref whistles again. offsetting techs. geno is pissed.

“you, out," he snaps, pointing to the bench. "cool off. paige you too. sub."

you don’t argue. not because you’re okay with it, but because paige is still holding your hand as she pulls you toward the bench with her.

"you good?" she whispers once you sit, leaning in close, hand covering her mouth like she’s telling you top-secret plays.

"i’m fine." your voice is clipped.

"don’t lie to me," she says. her gaze is soft, but locked on you like she can see everything you're trying not to show.

“they were calling everything until that," you mutter. "but when i get decked, it’s nothing until i stand up for myself?"

"i know," she says. “refs have been garbage since the jump, but don’t let it get in your head. you were cooking before that shit.”

you’re icing your arm. paige glances down at it.

“does it hurt bad?”

“i said i’m fine.”

she hums, unconvinced.

you both sit in silence. the energy between you is thick—electric, even in stillness. you look over at the same time. hold eye contact. her blue eyes are intense, like she’s still thinking about pulling you off that girl.

you look away first.

—

paige checks back in with three to play. you stay on the bench a little longer.

but you don’t miss it.

that girl—the same one who shoved you, says something as paige runs past her. paige doesn’t say much back. just a short sentence. firm. her jaw clenched.

you don’t know what she said, but whatever it was, it shut the girl up real fast.

and paige? she scores eight points straight after that.

—

uconn wins.

the bus ride back to the hotel is chaos. everyone’s talking shit, celebrating, arguing about calls.

but you’re quiet. sore. still buzzing from the adrenaline.

you almost don’t notice paige at your side until she nudges your arm gently.

"ice said she’d swap rooms tonight."

you blink at her.

"you wanna stay with me?"

"i want to check on you."

you nod. she doesn’t say anything else. she just grabs your bag for you and waits.

—

it’s quiet in the room, just the soft hum of the air conditioning and whatever random netflix show you landed on. something to fill the space.

you’re curled up with an ice pack again. paige is next to you, legs stretched out, close enough to touch, but not quite.

you haven’t said much since you got back. you’re still stuck in your head, still replaying the game, the fall, the look on her face when she held you back.

“hey," she says suddenly. “how’re you feeling?”

you glance over. her hair’s pulled into a loose bun. she’s still in her uconn hoodie.

"better," you say.

"you sure?"

"yeah."

she hums again like she still doesn’t believe you.

“you were good tonight,” she says after a second. “even when you were pissed. it was… kinda hot.”

you blink. then raise an eyebrow.

"hot?"

“what, i can’t say that?"

you glance at the tv, then back at her. "thought we weren’t talking about that shit anymore."

she shrugs. "maybe i changed my mind."

you smirk. “so now you think me nearly getting into a fight is sexy?"

"no," she says. “i think you standing your ground, playing through all that contact, being so in it, that was hot.”

you look at her. her gaze is locked on yours.

"you looked good out there," she adds, voice lower now. "like really good."

your breath catches.

"you looked good too."

she shifts a little closer. her knee brushes yours.

"yeah?"

"yeah."

you don’t know who moves first. maybe both of you.

but suddenly her mouth is on yours, and you’re kissing like you’ve wanted to for months. no hesitation. no pulling back.

it’s hungry. messy. real.

her hands slide up your thighs, under your hoodie, fingers splaying across your waist like she’s staking her claim.

"let me take care of you," she murmurs against your lips.

you nod. she pushes you back onto the bed, gentle but sure.

her mouth moves down your neck, sucking a mark just above your collarbone.

"still sore?" she asks, pulling your shorts down.

"a little."

"tell me if anything hurts."

you nod again, breath catching as her fingers trail over your inner thigh.

then her mouth is on your pussy.

slow at first, letting you feel every flick of her tongue, every kiss she places on sensitive skin.

you arch into her. she grips your hips, holding you steady.

"fuck, paige…"

"you sound so pretty when you say my name like that."

you’re writhing now, hand tangled in her hair.

"more," you beg.

she groans softly. "you want more?"

"please p."

she slides two fingers in, while her mouth keeps working.

you cum fast, body shaking, hips bucking up into her face.

she doesn’t stop until you’re whining from the sensitivity, pulling her up to kiss you again.

"jesus christ," you mumble, breathless.

"been wanting to do that since summer," she says, grinning.

you laugh, still catching your breath.

"what now?" you ask.

she leans in, kissing your jaw.

"now we sleep," she says. “and tomorrow, we do it again, just maybe without the fight this time.”

you smile.

"we’ll see."

—

you think you’re done. you should be done.

but paige doesn’t move.

she’s still lying between your legs, head resting on your thigh, arm draped across your waist. she’s tracing slow, featherlight circles over your bare stomach, and her breath is warm against your skin.

you glance down at her.

"what’re you doing?"

"thinking."

"about what?"

"how good you taste."

your entire body twitches.

"paige."

"mm?" she looks up at you, all sweet and innocent, but there’s nothing innocent about the way her fingers trail lower again.

"you already—i thought we were sleeping."

"i lied."

before you can argue, her mouth is on you again, slower this time, deliberate.

"fuck—"

you grab the sheets, back arching.

she hums like she’s enjoying a second course.

"can’t help it," she murmurs against you. “you’re too good like this."

you whimper when her tongue flicks a spot that makes you see white.

"shit, paige. it’s too much, i just—"

"no, you can take it."

her voice is soft, but firm.

"come on, baby. gimme one more."

you don’t know how she’s got you this wrecked this fast.

maybe it’s because you’ve been holding this in since summer. maybe it’s because she knows exactly what she’s doing. maybe it’s because she keeps talking to you like that.

“you’re shaking,” she says, dragging a finger through your wetness. “look at you, all fucked out already.”

you moan. it’s embarrassing how close you are again.

"i can’t—"

"yes, you can," she whispers, slipping her fingers back in, slow and deep. “be good for me.”

you cry out, thighs trembling.

"that’s it," she coos. "that’s my girl."

you cum again, this time harder, your whole body tightening under her as you moan her name like a prayer.

she doesn’t rush you. she kisses the inside of your thigh while you come down, rubbing soft circles over your hip, grounding you.

finally, when your breathing evens out, she crawls back up beside you, slipping an arm under your neck and pulling you close.

you don’t say anything for a minute. just lie there, curled against her, flushed and wrecked and warm.

"so," you mumble, voice scratchy, "you do this for all your teammates?"

“mmh yeah if they look like you.”

"you’re ridiculous."

"you’re welcome."

you pause.

"...i might not be able to walk at practice tomorrow."

"guess i’ll just have to carry you."

you look up at her.

"you’re insane."

"and you love it."

you try to glare at her. she kisses your forehead like she didn’t just make you see stars twice in a hotel bed.

"get some sleep," she whispers, already pulling the blanket over you both.

"only if you stay right here."

"wasn’t planning on going anywhere."

#paige bueckers #uconn wbb #uconn huskies #ncaa women’s basketball #paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers smut #paige bueckers x oc #paige bueckers x black!reader

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marvelouslymarly · 3 days ago

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So I saw something that said you’re taking requests? If that is true, can I request a Bob Reynolds x reader where reader is perpetually cold and uses Bob as a heater?

Warmth [Bob Reynolds x female!reader]

“Hold me in this wild, wild world - ‘cause in your warmth I forgot how cold it can be”

Pairing: Bob Reynolds/Robert Reynolds/The Sentry x fem thunderbolts!reader

Requested: Yes✨️ (requests are open!!)

CW: none, it's just fluff!! (well, maybe some awkward!Bob but idk if that needs a warning)

Masterlist

Word count: ~5k

[A/N: [y/nn] = your nickname]

[A/N #2: I'm sorry it took me so long to write this one! Uni's been quite stressful lately, and apparently, it's much harder for me to write when it's for someone else🥲 but I loved the challenge, so I'm looking forward to getting more requests!!! Hope you enjoy😊]

This is not beta-read oopsieee

Ever since you moved into the Watchtower, you’d been freezing perpetually. This wasn’t something that was new to you. Not entirely. The heating at your old place had always been set to a cosy 71°F because, even in a thick hoodie and fuzzy socks, you were used to constantly having cold hands and feet. In school, people used to make fun of you for wearing sweatshirts well into June when most of them had long put away their long-sleeved clothes. Now, in the Watchtower, you were lucky if someone turned the thermostat up to 65°F. John and Bucky - but especially John - would go on about how they couldn’t handle it if the apartment got too warm, arguing that they tend to run hot because of the serum. But Bob and Alexei never seemed to be too opposed to leaving the thermostat set to a temperature that didn’t have the rest of you feeling like you were living in a cold store.

“Why can’t you girls just put on a hoodie if you’re cold?”John moaned and turned on the AC before sitting down in his usual armchair, sweat stains on his shirt from his morning jog.

“Because having the AC on full blast is bad for the environment. Just get over yourself,” Ava tried to reason, getting up from the couch and turning down the AC again.

“It’s four supersoldiers living here. And three women. That’s clearly a majority. If you’re cold, you should put on some warmer clothes,” John retorted, joining Ava at the thermostat once more.

“John, you cannot play the ‘I am a supersoldier’ card every time you’re losing an argument,” Yelena rebutted, her Eastern European accent thick, and rolled her eyes. “Bob and Alexei don’t seem to have a problem with setting the AC to a temperature everyone feels comfortable with.”

“Alexei basically loves to sit around in his robe and tighty whities and Bob’s probably just too much of a wuss to say anything,” John snapped and looked at Bob who had been really quiet this whole conversation. Hearing his name caught Bob’s attention, having him look around the room, trying to figure out what he’d done.

“Hey, there’s no need to get personal, Walker,” you interfered, looking up from your book. You met Bob’s eyes and sent him a soft smile. He relaxed a little, his shoulders dropping back to their usual level. You stretched out your leg and poked his side with your foot, getting a small smile from him in return.

“I’m not the one who’s making this personal, Yel-"

Walker quickly shut up when he heard heavy footsteps coming down the hallway and turned to see Bucky walk into the living room, an annoyed expression on his face.

“Okay, what’s going on here, and who started it?”

“Walker!” The four of you said in unison, and Bucky sighed loudly, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his right hand.

Walker looked around the room, an exasperated look on his face, and his finger pointed at his own chest.

“How is this my fault? Besides, Bob, are you fucking kidding me? You can’t speak up for yourself but then you’re ready to throw me under the bus the second you get a chance?” There was an angry sneer on John’s face and when your gaze fell on Bob once more, you realised that he’d shrunken into the couch cushions, seeming considerably tinier than he actually was.

“Sorry, Walker, but I’m on the girls’ side on this one.”

“Of course you are,” John muttered, rolling his eyes again and turning to walk to his room, when Bucky’s arm landed across his chest.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Bucky asked, his voice filled with frustration.

After the discussion that ensued, you’d all agreed to keep the temperature of the common rooms to a more agreeable 69°F, still very much to John’s displeasure. Eventually, everyone seemed to get used to the temperature in the shared living spaces. Well, that was everyone but you. You blamed it on bad circulation and an iron deficiency that you couldn’t quite seem to shake completely. So, you put on a sweater and some fluffy socks most times you left your bedroom and tried to tell you that it was ok - that, maybe, you just took longer to get used to the temperature shift between your bedroom and the living room or kitchen.

But then there was that one day where the AC malfunctioned, and none of you could figure out a way to shut it off. God, that was probably John’s favourite day of the year because he finally got what he wanted all this time. After desperately trying to stay warm in your room, you gave up and figured that maybe you’d be warmer in the living room with the afternoon sun streaming in. Yelena and Ava were sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, trying to warm themselves in the sun, quietly bickering about John who was lounging on the couch, wearing a tank top and shorts, his bare feet on the coffee table. He had a smug smile on his lips when he saw you come into the living room, wearing a thick cardigan over your oversized hoodie and sweat pants. You’d shoved your feet into the warmest pair of slippers that still fit over the thickest socks you had, but yet, you still felt cold.

“Where are you going? The Arctic?" John laughed, sitting up straighter to get a better look at your outfit while you walked around the back of the couch, looking for a cosy spot to read. You didn’t reply, just sent him an annoyed glare and then pulled your cardigan tighter around your frame.

“Guess it’s not just the temperature that’s freezing in here,” he muttered under his breath and slumped back down in his seat.

“You know, you can just shut up. You get that, right?” Ava countered and closed her eyes against the sun, leaning back onto her elbows.

"What did I say now?” His arms were stretched over his head, completely oblivious that his joke from before wasn’t funny at all.

“John Walker, if a woman tells you to be quiet, you should really be quiet,” Alexei told him, shaking a raised index finger into John’s direction and looking at John over the edge of his newspaper, his head cocked forward.

John didn’t say much after that anymore, just mumbled a few words into his beard. It got quiet again in the living room, everyone going back to what they were doing before you entered the living room. But you couldn’t concentrate on your book, annoyed by the way your cold toes touched each other inside your socks and how there was a constant flow of cold air coming from the exposed vents hanging from the high ceiling. Even the throw blanket you’d grabbed from the edge of the couch a few minutes after sitting down in the bean bag by the window didn’t seem to keep you warm enough. You put the bookmark between the pages of your book and then set it aside on the floor before pulling the blanket up under your chin, shivering slightly.

“God, it’s so cold,” you muttered, rubbing your arms under the blanket and trying to generate some heat. “Did Bucky say anything about when they’ll come around and fix the AC?” you asked, looking at Yelena and Ava.

They shook their heads, Yelena telling you that Bucky had tried to get some people down here but didn’t have any luck. With her face turned to the window, she look like a cat basking in the sun.

“Apparently they’re all too busy with installing ACs all over New York,” Ava added and shrugged her shoulders, a sorry expression on her face.

“Hey, [y/nn], if you want, you can come and sit with me. I give great dad hug! Yelena can confirm. Right, Lenochka?” Alexei opened his arms invitingly and let his eyes wander between you and Yelena, whose face pulled an embarrassed grimace.

“Dad, please don’t take this the wrong way. But I don’t think [y/n] wants a dad hug from you, right now.”

“That’s really nice of you, Alexei,” you thanked him, sending him a kind smile.

He nodded, his shoulders slumping a little, but his bright grin didn’t falter. “Always! You are family now!”

It was then that Bob and Bucky walked into the living room, carrying seven cups of hot cocoa, whipped cream in a can, a packet of mini marshmallows, and some cookies between the two. They set the mugs down on the coffee table and told us to get together.

“OK, Bob and I have made the executive decision that we’re gonna drink some hot cocoa and have ourselves a lil movie night.”

“Bucky, it’s 4 in the afternoon,” John noted, looking at his wristwatch, and Bucky sent him a glare.

“If you don’t wanna join us, then suit yourself, Walker. I bet Valentina still has some paperwork you can take care of, if you really wanna work,” Bucky schooled him, sitting down in his usual spot on the couch.

“No, no. It’s fine! Movie time it is.”

The team all cosied up on the couch, leaving a spot between Bob and Yelena for you. You plopped down, pulling your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around your legs, hoping you’d stay warmer this way.

“Want some blanket [y/n]?” Bob offered and lifted the blanket he’d put over his legs a second before. You reached over to him, your fingers brushing against his as you pulled on the fabric a little. His fingers were warm, toasty even, and your eyes went up to meet his gaze.

“How are you not freezing?” you asked him, your fingers staying wrapped around his for a moment, hoping to coax some of his warmth.

“Well, I kinda run hot…” His voice wobbled a little, and he gulped, his cheeks turning pink. Bob averted his gaze, his eyes moving down to your hand slowly slipping into his, but you could still see him bite his lip nervously.

“Wish that was me right now, to be honest,” you mumbled and put his hand on your cheek, leaning into his palm. “I feel like I might actually turn into a fucking ice cube every second now.”

“Yeah, I guess it’s a perk in situations like these…” His thumb swiped over your cheek instinctively, a soft smile on his face, and then his eyes sparkled a little, going wide. “You could… come a little closer. Maybe I can help you warm up?” Bob motioned his head for you to move on over and put his arm out for you.

You didn’t have to be told twice, quickly scooching over to him and putting your head on his shoulder. The second his arm wrapped around your back, it felt like a warm and cosy blanket being placed around you, the citrusy-yet-earthy scent of his cologne enveloping your senses. You got a little more comfortable, putting your feet between his crossed legs. Bob’s hand dropped to your knees, rubbing up and down your shins, the friction creating a soothing warmth on your skin.

“Wait, I wanna cuddle, too,” Yelena exclaimed, scooching over, too, and throwing her arms around the two of you. Her head came to rest against your back, and she hummed as her fingertips drew lazy patterns on your knees.

You stayed like that for a while, Yelena eventually lying down in the space that you’d left vacant by moving to basically sit in Bob’s lap and falling asleep, soft snores rumbling behind you every now and then. At some point, your knees had fallen against Bob’s chest, and you’d cuddled up closer to him, his cheek resting against your temple.

“Are you getting warmer?” He asked, looking at you from the corner of his eyes, and you nodded, the comforting warmth of his embrace slowly lulling you to sleep as well. His hand moved from its resting place on your ankles to your cheek, and he ran his thumb over it again.

“If you wanna nap, I’ll keep you safe from turning into a popsicle, ok?” There was a certain easy playfulness to his voice that made your heart skip a beat.

You nodded drowsily and burrowed your face in his neck, closing your eyes against the flickering lights emanating from the TV. With the hot cocoa warming you from the inside and Bob’s arms wrapped around your frame, it didn’t take long for you to get swept off to dreamland.

Bob’s voice woke you up a little later, his breath hot against your ear: “Hey, we’re ordering take out, you want something?” His thumb was caressing your cheek again, and your eyes fluttered open, trying to blink away sleep. “What are you getting?”, you mumbled groggily and wiped at your eyes, slowly pulling away from him.

“Chinese. We’ve already gotten mini spring rolls and wontons but we weren’t sure what you’d wanna eat,” Bucky told you, looking at you from behind Bob. He smiled at you and then handed you his phone. “Get yourself something nice, Val’s paying.” Bucky sent you a wink and then leant back against the couch, his eyes back on the TV.

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You were tossing and turning in your bed, the covers pulled up under your chin in a futile attempt to stay warm. The cold had crept into your very bones, and nothing seemed to help anymore. You’d tried tea and more hot chocolate and even made a cup of hot milk with honey, hoping that it’d warm you up enough to fall asleep. But it had been almost an hour of tossing, and you were getting fed up with each tick-tock of the clock hanging over your bedroom door.

You turned on your phone and looked at the lockscreen, a too bright 1:47 am glaring back at you. You sighed and locked your phone again, turning onto your side and pulling your legs to your chest. Images of earlier that day ran through your mind like a film through a projector, the only thing missing being the rattling noise of the cooling fans and the motor. Memories of Bob’s arm slung around your shoulder, his hand rubbing up and down your upper arm. His blue eyes flashing over to you every now and again as if checking to see you’re still you and haven’t turned into a human icicle. His other hand was drawing loose patterns on the bare skin from where your joggers had ridden up above the thick socks. You hadn’t even noticed at first. It felt too natural for him to hold you like that. Especially after having yearned to feel his hands on your body in any way for so long.

His touch had sent tiny sparks through you, like bursts of electrical currents, and with them came a pleasant warmth. A warmth that made your insides heat up in a way that the hot chocolate couldn’t. You ached to feel this warmth again. To feel the childlike excitement that ran through your veins while being in his arms. To have his delectable scent cloud your senses with every inhale.

You longed for his warmth so much that you hadn’t noticed yourself get up out of bed. You only realised when the cold of the door handle crept up through your fingers. You pushed the handle down, trying to be as quiet as possible, knowing that your door tended to creak when opened too quickly. Not that any of your other team members should’ve been awake at this hour, but still, you wanted to ensure that no one knew about your night-time stroll. Deep down, you were scared that Bob would open the door. That he’d be awake to find you standing at this doorstep, shivering from the low temperatures in the Tower.

Once you reached Bob’s bedroom door on the other side of the apartment, you let your hand hover for a second, your blood rushing in your ears and your heart skipping a beat or two. Taking a deep breath, you knocked on his door as softly as possible, barely making any noise. You could hear faint shuffling from the other side of the door, the groan of the bedframe under Bob’s body. You waited, quietly counting in your head. Then there were footsteps but they stopped again. You imagined Bob standing on the other side of the door, unsure if he’d imagined the rapping at this door. You inhaled, held your breath for a second, exhaled. Then again. The tips of your fingers rested against the cool wood, tingling. You wanted to knock another time, but your brain didn’t seem able to send the signal to lift your hand and knock again.

Just as you found yourself turning towards the door, the door handle moved downwards. The door opened a smidge, and your eyes travelled upwards, slowly, like those of a scared animal. Blocking the warm glow of the lamp on his bedside table, Bob’s eyes met yours, and then his eyebrows hitched up, just for a split second before a smile took over his features.

“[y/n]?” His voice was barely above a whisper, hoping to protect the serene tranquillity of night. He opened the door a little wider and you realised that he was only wearing a pair of boxers. They sat low on his hips, and there was the tiniest trail of hair running down from underneath his belly button and disappearing into his underwear. You shook your head, trying to peel your gaze from his hips and remember why you’d come here. “Are you ok?”

You nodded, your hand brushing away a strand that had fallen into your face. You tried to come up with an appropriate explanation, one other than ‘hey, I’m cold, can we have a cuddle?’ but you found yourself at a momentary loss of words.

“Oh no, I think you’ve turned into a popsicle, after all.” His words were followed by a soft chuckle, and your eyes went to the floor. You suddenly felt incredibly stupid for leaving your bedroom and walking to his in the middle of the night.

“I… I think I should go back, uh, to my room,” you murmured, your hand lifting to have your thumb point in the direction of where you came from. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” You turned again, and just as you were to take the first step, Bob came up behind you and put his hand on your shoulder. Warmth radiated through your arm and chest, and you felt yourself lean into his touch a little.

“[y/n], wait. You didn’t wake me up.” His grip on your shoulder tightened a little, and he added: “God, you really are freezing…”

“Yeah, well… you run hot and I run cold…”, you murmured and you let your head fall.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make fun of you… Do you… I mean…”, he stammered, trying to find the right words. “Do you wanna come inside? I could… I mean, we could… you know…”

You looked over your shoulder and saw his Adam’s apple bop up and down as he gulped, unease taking over his face in the shadows.

“Do you want a hug?” He finally offered and scratched the back of his head.

“Yes, please.” The words fell from your lips before you had the chance to stop them, so you bit down on your bottom lip, trying to stop any more from escaping. You rolled your eyes at yourself, took a deep breath, and then turned back to him, your mind getting hazy from all the back and forth. “Yes, I would really like a hug right now?”

The softest ‘ok’ came from Bob, and he opened his door to let you step into his bedroom. He opened his arms, and you walked up to him. The second his arms wrapped around you, you felt the tension fall away, and you melted into him. Into the warm glow that enveloped you. You buried your head against his chest, closing your eyes, and wrapped your arms around him, too. His muscles tensed and then relaxed again under your fingertips, getting used to the cold of your touch.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled and looked up at him, pulling your head back a little.

“No, you’re good, sweetheart,” he put his head on top of yours and pulled you even closer. Your heart bloomed at the pet name, adding to the warmth taking over your body with every second he held you close. He closed the door, pushing at the wooden slab with his foot, and let his fingers run through your hair.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” Your words were hesitant, barely audible in the darkness of his room. You hoped that the darkness would just swallow them. That Bob couldn’t feel the way your heart was racing and how it skipped a beat whenever his thumb brushed over that one spot on your back. “It’s just that it’s so cold in my room and I can’t fall asleep when…”

You could feel his head bop in affirmation before he even uttered the words: “Of course you can stay here tonight.” You didn’t know just how badly he tried to suppress the urge to add ‘you can stay here every night’. The words were on the tip of his tongue, threatening to burst free. Instead, he pulled away from you and then motioned to his bed.

Bob walked over but you stayed in your place at the door, watching him lift the covers and then climb in. That’s when he looked up and frowned for a split second before he patted the mattress.

“Don’t worry, I won’t bite.” He sent you a sheepish smile and winked at you, earning a breathy laugh from you.

Mustering up every little ounce of confidence, you shuffled over to him and climbed into bed next to him. You didn’t plant yourself right next to him, no, but left a little gap, suddenly feeling like you were a teenager again and sitting in bed with your crush for the very first time. You clasped your hands over the covers and tried to hide the smile at your own nervousness. You might kick ass on a daily basis, but sitting in bed with Bob seemed to be your very own final boss.

“You can come closer, I don’t mind,” Bob assured and opened his arms again, inviting you to scooch over.

“I don’t know why I am so nervous,” you lied, looking over at him and biting on your bottom lip anxiously. “I mean, we literally cuddled earlier… in front of everyone else…”

“Right? I mean, it’s not like we haven’t done this before,” he agreed and you could see his cheeks turning pink. “I could, uh, put on a shirt if you want. If you feel more comfortable then.” He pointed at his wardrobe and shrugged his shoulders.

“No, that’s ok.”

Your eyes travelled down his face. Over his throat. Stopping to watch the vein flutter under his skin quickly for a second. His chest rose and fell with every inhale and exhale. Your gaze moved further down, following the trail of hair that disappeared under the blanket and then to his hand.

“I'm sorry, I tend to… freeze when I'm nervous.” When you realised the unintended pun you laughed at yourself, and then looked back at his face. There was a smile tugging at the corners of his eyes, and you realised the nervousness abate.

You scooched closer to Bob and let him wrap his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to bridge the distance. He put his head against your temple, and you cosied up against his chest, your hand resting on his pectoral muscles.

“Did you have another nightmare?” You asked him, your gaze travelling up to him slowly.

“Why do you ask?” His voice was filled with confusion, and he met your eyes.

“Well, you said you were already awake when I knocked… it's quite late, so,” you explained and let your fingers trail up his chest, running along the edge of his collarbone.

“Oh! No… I just couldn't get my mind to quiet down,” he revealed, his eyes following the movement of your fingers. The vein in his neck started to pulse more quickly, and you let your finger run over it slowly, carefully.

“I'm sorry…Anything in particular?” You looked at him from underneath your lashes and smiled at him.

His eyes wandered to your lips and stayed there for a second before he looked away, over to his bedroom door.

“Uh, no,” he chuckled, and then his eyes flitted to you for a brief second before leaving your gaze again. He did this often when he lied to John or even to Yelena. “Just this and that, you know.”

“Yeah, I get that, too, sometimes.” You put your head on his shoulder again and tried to hide the smile from spreading. “We should probably try and get some sleep, though.”

You could feel Bob nod his head again, and then he scooted down, pulling you with him. Your leg snaked over his thigh, tangling itself with his legs and his left hand found your elbow. He started drawing loose patterns on his skin again, and you could hear his heart skip a beat with your head resting on his chest.

“Are… are you warm enough like this?” His hand left your elbow and he made to pull up the covers.

“Yeah, you're pretty hot, so…” You could hear him choke on his spit a little, his body turning away from you while he tried to catch his breath again. “I mean, you're pretty warm. Body temperature wise…” You sat up, your hands clasping together in your lap while the heat rose up your neck, making your cheeks burn.

When he caught his breath again, he ran his hand over his face and chuckled softly.

“Yeah, of course,” he looked at you from over his shoulder and took a deep breath. “Of course that's what you meant.” He coughed once more and then turned back to you.

“I mean, why would you mean anything else?” Bob shrugged his shoulders, and there was a sorry smile on his face.

“Why wouldn't I? It's not like you aren't hot, you know… It's just... We're teammates, right?” You were scrambling for words, your hands getting clammy with every passing second. “And just because I think you're hot doesn't mean… that doesn't mean you feel the same about me, so…”

His eyes went wide, and suddenly, you were scared he'd choke again. He turned around fully, his hands moving all over the place nervously.

“Please don't choke again,” you begged him and moved back on the mattress. Your feet were on the floor as the regret set in. “I think, I… I’m just gonna… Go back to my own room.”

You stumbled back, readjusting the shirt you were wearing, and tried to make your way to the bedroom door in the dim light.

“Wait. Stay, please!” Bob hurried after you and stopped you, his right hand resting on your left arm. His left hand cupped your cheek, and you closed your eyes, scared to find pity in his gaze. “Please, look at me.”

You obliged him, meeting his eyes, and you were surprised when you found no pity in them. Only the softness radiating off of the smile that was spreading on his lips.

“You don't even realise how wrong you are about me not feeling the same way about you…” There was a certain something about the way he said those words. Like he'd wanted to get them off his chest for a long time. “And I don't care about us being teammates.” He puffed out his chest a little, and you snickered at the image in front of you.

“Bucky would kill us, if he knew,” you laughed and he shrugged, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

“Last time I checked, I'm kind of invincible. But still, it'd be a good reason to go, you know.”

You nodded at him, a big grin on your lips. There was a flutter in your tummy, like butterflies from being in love for the first time. When he leaned down to you, his fingers on your chin to pull you closer, your breath hitched, and your eyes flitted to his lips.

“Can… can I kiss you?” His words were soft and so quiet you weren't sure if you'd heard him right. But you found yourself nodding anyway, turning your head upwards a little and closing your eyes. The kiss was timid at first. Slow and tentative. Barely there.

But when he realised you wouldn't pull away, he sighed quietly and deepened the kiss. You melted against him. His arms wrapped around you, and your hands went up into the hair at the back of his neck. And suddenly, you felt a warmth spread through your whole body, making you think that you'd never felt warmth before.

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gaintsnowflake · 2 days ago

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❆ YOUR BOYFRIENDS "BOYFRIEND"

PAIRING : dick grayson x gn!reader

ONESHOT : you are sure if you're dating dick or wally is at this point....

A/N : mainly fluffy with a hint angst (hurt/comfort kinda vibes but also no....) if you squint long enough you get dick grayson x reader x wally west-

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DICK GRAYSON was supposed to be your boyfriend. But instead of romantic Saturdays and shared smoothies or whatever couples were doing in today’s world, you were seated on the edge of the pool, playing the role of decorative lifeguard while Wally West happily hijacked your boyfriend. Again. It wasn't something you weren't used to. It was like clockwork, every Saturday, Wally West would appear in your home, your boyfriend instantly becoming unavailable.

Somehow, your home had become his personal playground, currently engaged in a shirtless splash war that looked suspiciously like a rom-com montage. Limbs flailing, voices laughing, moving around each other like golden retrievers with a flirtation problem. Splashing, wrestling, grinning. You were pretty sure they had more chemistry than a high school science department.

You sat on the steps, half-drenched, half-annoyed. The sun warmed your skin, and the occasional splash from their chaos gave you a breeze. A small mercy. You watched as they circled each other in the pool, grinning, laughing, absolutely glowing. It was hard to be mad, they really were cute. You would have shipped them together if it were any reality show besides your life.

As the sun began to set and their laughs filled your ears, you moved towards them, closing in to suggest that it may be time to head inside. You approached like a mom at a sleepover, ready to suggest pizza and dry towels. Only, Dick didn’t notice. Of course not. He was too busy ducking Wally’s sneak-attack splash to see you creeping forward. Your voice is not loud enough or your splashes are not violent, so lost in his play fight with Wally he knocked into you. Your movements are not cinematic or graceful as your head dunked below water.

“Babe! I am so sorry!” Dick gasped, rushing to your side with his signature panicked charm. He reached out to help you, except that Wally immediately lunged for him, and the next thing you saw was your boyfriend being yanked underwater mid-apology.

“You know it's not too late, you can still choose the better of us—” Wally started, a cheeky smile finding his face— “that being me, of course.”

Before you even got the chance to deny his gracious offer possibly with sarcasm, possibly with a list of grievances, he was dragged down into the water by your boyfriend, Dick quickly surfacing after Wally lost his grip and slipped to the bottom. A glint in his eye showing nothing but mischief.

“Again, so sorry, but you did kinda put yourself in the splash zone…” Dick noted, as his hair fell by the sharpness of his eyes. Yet he wasn’t fully there, only half engaged.

“It's late, we should start heading in… I was thinking about ordering pizza? Sound good?”

“Perfect, babe! We will be inside in a few,” He said as he fought Wally once again. “Love you!”

You turned and trudged back toward the house, water dripping from your clothes as the boys resumed their aquatic rom-com. You moved quickly— mostly because you knew the only thing that would drag them inside faster than your plea for attention… was the smell of melted cheese.

And when you peered back at them you notice the glimmer in the pool, shimmering more than a sheet of glass. Their hair gleaming in the golden rays of the setting sun. Somewhere in the distance, a lawnmower buzzed, as if the rest of the world kept spinning. You weren’t jealous, you reaffirmed yourself. Not really. Okay, maybe a little. But could you even blame yourself when Dick had dimples and Wally had the audacity to sparkle like a human Capri Sun?

You could only sigh, kicking off your soggy flip-flops at the back door and padding into the kitchen with a dramatic little squelch each step. The tile was cool under your feet, the kind of chill that should’ve been refreshing, but mostly just made you more aware of how wet you were.

You grabbed a towel from the rack, wrapping it around yourself like armor. If you were going to be ignored, you could at least be ignored dry.

The local pizza place on your phone was already open. You placed the order with practiced ease: three large pies, one split in half of cheese and your favorite toppings (for you), one all-meat (for them), and a third "emergency" pepperoni because somehow Wally always ended up eating enough for three people and still complained he was hungry after. And as you hit confirm, the familiar war cries from the backyard retired, splashes, shouts, laughter that sounded like it came from a summer camp movie quickly replaced by the light hum of cicadas and hushed conversations.

You leaned against the counter, arms crossed, lips pursed, wondering for the fifth time this month if maybe you were the third wheel and they were just too polite to tell you. The door finally creaked open behind you, wet feet smacking against the tile.

“Did you order the good kind?” Wally’s voice appeared before he did, towel slung over one shoulder like he lived here. Honestly, you weren’t even sure he didn’t.

“Yes, West. Three pizzas. I am nothing if not reliable.”

Dick appeared behind him, running a hand through his soaked hair, water droplets flying like a shampoo commercial.

“She’s also very dramatic,” he added with a wink, stepping around you to grab another towel. His fingers brushed yours on the counter, maybe on purpose, maybe not. You didn’t look at him long enough to find out, afraid to get lost in his charm and forget your annoyance with the two.

Wally grinned, leaning against the fridge like he paid rent. “She just wants us to admit we’d be lost without her.”

You blinked, silent for a few moments trying to assemble your words. “That’s not true. I just want my boyfriend back for more than five consecutive minutes.”

That shut them both up for a second.

“You have me.” Dick cleared his throat, his lips hovering your head, as if they themselves were the ones afraid to apologize.

“You had her,” Wally snorted. “Then I cannonballed into your relationship like the icon I am.”

“Uninvited,” you added.

“I bought popsicles once.”

“Last year.”

“A gesture is a gesture,” Wally said with a shrug. “Anyway, you love me.”

Your eyes narrowed. “I tolerate you because you’re pretty and you keep Dick entertained long enough for me to take naps.”

Dicks arm wrapped around your shoulders, a blanket providing comfort. He pressed a damp kiss to your cheek, speaking all the words he wished he could say.

“Come on. Admit it. You like having us both around.” You leaned back into him just slightly, unable to keep the smallest smile from tugging at the corner of your lips.

“Maybe. When you’re not actively trying to drown me.”

“Hey, that was Wally’s fault.”

“Rude. She fell because you spun around like a confused dolphin.”

You sighed again, but it was lighter this time. Comfortable. Familiar. Exhausted, sure— but mostly in a fond, ridiculous way that only came from loving two disasters who couldn’t go five minutes without turning your backyard into a water park.

The doorbell rang, and three heads snapped toward the front hallway like wolves smelling dinner.

“Race you,” Wally muttered.

“No powers,” Dick warned, knowing it could fall on deaf ears.

You didn’t even bother to join the scramble. Let them fight for the pizza. They’d earn it. Besides, someone had to grab plates, and you’d learned long ago that if you didn’t, they’d just eat straight from the box over your sink.

You smiled to yourself as they nearly tripped over each other running through the hallway, their laughter echoing like music.

You weren’t jealous. You were happy, content with how normal they made life seem. How much they reminded you what life was supposed to feel like. A feeling not worth trading for a few more kisses.

#dick grayson x reader #batboys x reader #batboys x you #dick grayson x you #nightwing x reader #dc x reader #wally west x reader

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scriptseekstories · 2 days ago

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Queen Bee’s Hive

Chapter 11- Wasp in a Beehive

A/N: See what I did there on the title? 😼 it’s not that clever- it’s also been hard to write this chapter because I had a lot of ideas but can’t just cram it all into one chapter, so I had to cherry pick what to put in.

That and writer’s block lmao

You had another nightmare this night. You fell out of your little hammock with tears in your eyes, shaking as whimpers build up in your throat. You frantically searched for your bee plush, hugging it tightly against your chest.

Rain poured down from outside, droplets splashing onto the window, slowly rocking your beehive. Staying in such a tiny room didn’t feel comforting, so you stepped out of the room and crept through the halls.

“A-Alfred…” You whispered to yourself, the dim lights from the walls illuminating your way. Passing the upstairs railing, you could see Dick and Tim downstairs, talking in such a late hour while laughing and smiling.

You wish you could run to them for comfort, but the last time you did you only got an uncomfortable smile from Dick and an annoyed eye roll from Tim. So you only continued to walk until making it to a door, knocking slowly while sniffling.

“Master (Name), why are you out of bed?” The door opened for Alfred to kneel down, worried at your teary face. The thunder outside only made you flinch more, where you shakily opened your mouth.

“M-Mama…” You only choked out before collapsing in his arms weeping. Alfred immediately began to shush you gently, his gentle tone soothing out any of the thunder outside.

“You poor dear,” He whispered, “Had another nightmare, did we?” You nodded before sobbing softly again and hugged the butler’s waist tight. He lifted you up in his arms before setting you on his bed.

“Here’s your bee,” He softly said, handing you your bee plush you dropped. You grabbed it and crawled under his covers, making him chuckle softly as this was a nightly occurrence for you to sleep on his bed.

“I will make a vow to you, Master (Name),” He hummed, sliding into his side of the bed, making sure your Wonder Woman nightlight (he never told Bruce) lit the room to keep you calm.

“I promise you, you will never have another nightmare again,” Reaching to cup your little cheek, you wiped all your tears away and gave a smile, eyes fluttering closed before sleep overtook you.

“G’night Alfred…” You mumbled. His heart ached, his breathing stuttering before smiling warmly at you, his own eyes drifting down to sleep.

“And you will never be alone,”

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“I promised…” Holding your bee plush seemed to be the only thing that’s keeping Alfred from falling onto his knees and letting out another heartbreaking cry. You were alive, truly alive! You may look different, but you’re still his baby!!

Problem is… this changed everything to what the Wayne Family was struggling with. The thing that “killed” you… was really you.

And it was causing chaos.

“I say we just go track them down and bring them back!” Damien demanded, already in his Robin suit and ready to find you.

“We need to find out what caused (Name) to become that thing so we could create a cure!” Tim countered back, glaring at the younger boy.

“Guys…” Duke swallowed hard, “What if… it’s not (Name) anymore…” Alfred didn’t want to believe it, he wanted to deny and insist that you were still you. Yet… he didn’t know who you were, and it seemed like you didn’t know either.

“If that thing is no longer them… then we have to kill it,” Steph managed to choke out. The memory of seeing you dead haunted her, but knowing the thought of killing you again… She definitely took in the fact both times would be because of them.

“You’re wrong,” The voice of Cass made the yelling stop. The vigilante never speaks unless she wants to, so Cass speaks, everyone listens. She had a hardened look on her face, moving over to where Jason was sitting.

“When they broke Jason’s hand,” She lifted Jason’s cast, “They stopped before they could kill him,” The way you looked after you backed away in terror, as if seeing him- albeit his mask covered his face- gave you recognition.

“They called me Jaybird,” That was a name Jason hasn’t heard ever since his death. The one name that made him grin with joy and laugh like he was a kid again. The name that was given to him by the one person who balanced his hero life and his kid life.

“(Name) is still there, somewhere deep down in that beast’s heart,” He continued for Cass, sitting upright from his chair. A spark of hope and determination filled everyone, prepared to do whatever it takes to save you.

Alfred stared down back at your bee plush. Maybe things will be okay, you’ll be in his arms again and everything that happened will be nothing more than a memory. You’ll be his sweet (Name) again.

“I’ll find a cure to whatever they were infected with, to bring them back,” Barbara and Tim immediately got to work in searching for whatever was left in that warehouse they took. They lost the tapes your mother made about Project: Honey, but splashes of pollen and videos from your phone could give them enough time and clues for a cure.

“We’ll have our (Name) back in no time,” Duck reassured everyone, “Don’t celebrate yet Grayson,” Damien hissed, but Dick knew that tone of his brother’s voice that he was also anxious about finding you again.

“The next step is to find Poison Ivy, see if she was behind their accident,” Bruce declared, “The mere mention of her name already gave us many leads and clues as to what happened,” Hunting Ivy down was another hassle, since she usually vanishes for months before appearing for her next spree, and Harley never snitches on her.

“I know how,”

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Selina was a woman of many words through action. She shows her body to save others like her, swings a leg to kick it into a face of bad people, drags a whip to crack it into a neck, speaks to lure others into a trap.

Yet when it came to Bruce, it was a roll of a dice on whether or not her actions will get through to him. She couldn’t get through to him about his No-Kill code, nor did she got through to him when letting Jason go, but now?

Nothing is ever going to get through to him with this.

“Figured it was about time you would come sniffing around us for a certain someone,” She leaned against a railing on a rooftop, admiring the moon as if it was precious jewelry.

The brooding figure of Batsy was always something she was amazed to seeing, yet tonight she could tell he was off his game, that’s how much she knew him well.

"Where’s Poison Ivy?” He gruffed out, skipping the smooth talking he combined his Batman persona with his Brucie Wayne persona.

“You know I don’t rat out my girls, especially if she hasn’t done anything bad in a while,” Selina scoffed while admiring her claws, seemingly uninterested in what he was going to say.

“But even if I did tell you where Ivy was, not like she would say anything to you willingly, not without breaking your bones. I’m all you got right now for any information,” She shrugged, her whip draped along the ground like a tail.

“Then you know the reason I’m here,” Bruce pulled out a photo, taken from a security camera catching your figure, blurred and out of focus. Selina didn’t bother looking at what he was holding.

“We weren't going have the kid to be thrown in Arkham, Bruce,” She snapped, “Whatever you see, they weren't always like that,” She stretched her body and sat up right, already ready to escape whatever interrogation Bruce was initiating.

“They were just a kid. A clumsy yet smart kid who even knew us as criminals, still smiled and greeted us as if we were still human,” She smiled at the memories of you skating along the street while waving to them, before eating shit into a pole.

“You would’ve loved them, they kinda reminded me of you,” She breathed a chuckle. She was tired, and swung her legs over the railing to leave Bats in the dust, but froze when he spoke.

“That was because they are my child,” His breathing was stilted, as Selina slowly turned her head to see Bruce pulling his cowl off, letting her see how… tired he looked. More than usual.

“Holy shit… you’re the neglectful dad?” Selina’s eyes narrowed before letting out a soft chuckle, growing into a bitter laugh, “Should’ve known, your history on loving your kids were a bit iffy, never really thought you had it in you for abandoning one,” She continued laughing as she slid back to sit on the railing.

“I didn’t abandoned them,” He quickly said, though it felt defensive rather than the truth, “Sure seemed like you did,” She scoffed, standing up.

“I mean, talk about broken home! Did you really didn’t do anything when Damien swung his sword at them? Poor baby went to Ivy for it to heal… never got rid of that scar,” Selina pressed her finger on her forehead, informing where you got your scar from Damien.

“Selina, please. I’m begging you to tell me where they are. At least where Ivy is,” Bruce clenched his hands around his cowl, voice more desperate if you recognized the way he spoke. He was trying to stay strong despite it all.

“And why should I? So you could feel better about yourself? So you don’t have that guilt in your heart reminding you that you failed as a father? That you can’t stand the thought of actually failing being what others saw you as?” Selina pressed him, glaring at Bruce as she backed him to the edge of the building.

“You might as well just accepted you never had them as your kid in the first place since you failed to see them!” The venom from her voice made Bruce clench his eyes shut, gritting his teeth before the gates burst open

“Selina please!!” His Batman voice wavered and broke into Bruce Wayne. Selina stayed silent, watching a broken man as he fell onto his knees, not being able to support the emotional wreck he was in.

"I lost them once-!… I-I can't lose them again…” He wasn’t ever going to lose you again. He will make sure that you will be loved till the end of times that you won’t even remember why you were angry at him. You’ll forgive him that he can promise.

“… Fuck, she’s going to kill me…” Selina groaned, rubbing her face seeing the pathetic face of Bruce, yet couldn’t help but soften a little. She opened a little bag on her belt and shuffled around.

“This is all I’m giving you, because despite us together, your mistakes messed that little baby up so bad they became a monster because of you,” She flicked a small card at his feet, avoiding eye contact.

“This is the only thing I’m going to do, it ain’t my place to interfere, nor help you with,” Even if she was involved with Bruce, you were first, always had and always will be.

“And watch out with Ivy finding out that not only you’re their dad, but the reason they were hurt for so many years,” Selina dusted herself off before hopping onto the ledge of the building, stopping for a moment and turning to Bruce.

“Don’t. Make me regret this,” She warned cautiously and dangerously, pointing at him before jumping off the ledge to leave. Bruce stayed silent before slowly crouching down to lift the card to him.

The card didn’t had any other information other than a name with little hexagon patterns splattered across the faded paper. Guess whoever takes card would know their way around the city to find this place.

“The HoneyComb,”

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“Here!” It was easy to pin point the location to this indie club that apparently is easy to join. Barbara zoomed in from security footage that came from an undetected camera perched on a small bakery nearby.

“Oswald Cobblepot paid for the property of the warehouse (Name) spent years in by using an alias to sway any suspicion. Discretely having it under renovation during the night, construction was under wraps for days,” Tim crossed his arms and leaned against the Bat computer’s desk holder, eyes darting around to take in every detail from the footage.

“Now we know why,” Barbara piped in, “(Name) has been using the very place they worked hard in as their new home. Surveillance from other stores showed people enter and exit through the night,” More choppy videos played, yet it was clear as day what, or who they were seeing.

“Look at that…” Duke’s eyes widened when spotting familiar faces. From simple mugging or burglary, they see people that only wanted to survive that they had stopped before, “Glowing eyes… just like-,” Now they’re eyes were just like-

“(Names)’s,” Jason breathed out a laugh, “Guess their little rants about bees to me worked in our favor,” Damien looked up at his brother, confused as Jason began to explain.

“A queen bee can’t survive without drones or worker bees, so instead of laying eggs to larvae, (Name) must’ve used that honey they were so proud of as some sort of mind control to target homeless, muggers, or drug addicts to work for them,” He explained, arms crossed and nodding in realization.

“No one would miss those kinds of people,” It sounded mean, but even the optimistic ones in the Batfamily knew that they were nothing more than thieves.

“W-we can’t just let them continue with this! This isn’t like them!” Dick pleaded. He was sure that whatever you turned into has trapped your mind into a mindless state where you had no idea you were harming others! He’ll save you and bring you back to normal!

“That’s the thing… If it’s too late to bring them back, we have to arrest them…” Bruce’s hand trembled at the thought of taking you away to Arkham. Maybe he’ll pull some strings to stop it from happening.

“But if we catch them… we can’t send them to Arkham. I know that our (Name) is still there, we could rehabilitate them to regain their memory!” Duke looked scared, and rightfully so. This could go wrong in many ways, but the look in the family’s eyes means that they’re willing to risk everything.

Bruce has made many mistakes in the past, but you weren’t going to be another. He will bring you back, he will spend his entire life finding a cure to your beast and throw a big party for you when you’re normal again.

“Question is…” Alfred began, his fingers on his chin in a thoughtful manner. Going in dressed as Batman and the Robins is a huge no-no, despite not knowing how capable you are in your bee form Alfred knows how much you hated them. So in a disguise…

“Who’s going?”

…

“ME!!!”

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“Honeycomb, where all is welcome,” Dick flipped the card over a few times, as if thinking there was some sort of code behind it. Dick, Damien, Steph, Jason, and Duke were chosen (or rather fought) to be disguised as homeless or low citizens.

“Tt, Grayson, why must we wear such rags?” Damien tsked, shoving his hands into his pockets while they turned a corner to see the warehouse from a distance.

“We don’t know if seeing our faces or clothes the hypnotized “drones” will alert (Name), we lay low,” Dick ruffled the assassin’s hair, making him growl. Yet he was more focused on finding you rather than biting Dick’s hand off.

The low vibrations of upbeat music indicated that they were near. Standing at the warehouse, it looked like it was completely run down just like before, but the lights shining through the cracks said otherwise.

“Please! We seek shelter, we seek a home!” Duke banged on the door, before grimacing when he pulled his hand away to see honey sticking onto him.

Jason snickered before the two doors slid open, the glowing lights from inside blinded them for a moment. Duck squinted his eyes and raised his hand as a figure stood at the entrance, a familiar grin on his face.

“Greetings, my fellow outsider bees!” A voice so familiar with memories caused all of them to freeze. A hand quickly grabbed onto Dick’s, Jason tugging at his scarf frantically. Joker stood happily, oblivious at the group’s reaction.

“Looks like we are welcoming more poor little bees who are in dire need of our sanctuary!” He laughed heartily, “But not to worry! Our queen will take you in definitely!” He gave a dramatic bow before the doors slid open, the light from inside pouring out that blinded them for a moment.

“Grayson,” Damien stilled, “That’s the Joker,” Yet those words felt like a lie. It was so clearly that it was the Joker, but he was… different. His outfit consisted on resembling of a fancy jester with strips and pastel colors splashed across, large antennas sticking out of his head, his smile still wide, but lack the insanity behind it.

And his eyes… glowing like everyone else.

“Yeah, I know…” He mumbled, squeezing the hand of Jason, who remained silent but had that look in his eyes, Lazarus green glowing.

“We are happy to take in more of our precious bees!” Joker’s antennas twitched, which caused a few younger bees to offer plates of honey to the new group, to which they declined. Jason grimaced in slight fear when seeing Ben, a young boy he saved from being in the wrong crowd when he spotted him stealing from a car.

He didn’t look malnourished the last time he saw Ben, in fact, he looked better than ever. His clothes were new, his face clean from bruises and blood, but it didn’t felt great when his eyes glowed and antennas twitching.

Dick scanned the area while Joker rambled on about how his “Queen” showed him his wrongdoings and let him in with open arms. “They truly do care about their bees,” He sniffled dramatically, dabbing his fake tears away before laughing softly. It felt unnatural, this place.

Inside had hexagon patterns for the walls and the floors, along with the rails for the three floors she has within it. What appeared to be a waterfall fountain with glowing pink and orange honey where older drones gathered in bowl, still offering them to them.

Damien sure as hell doesn’t like the fact everything felt… too happy. Everyone was safe, yes, but the music, the atmosphere had this… strain, as if it was determined to keep everything in a happy state.

“You’re just in time too! Our queen is about to begin the party!!” Joker clapped his hands with joy, a genuine smile on his face as the lights began to dim. Dick instinctively pushed the others back as the drones and worker bees gasped with excitement, all looking up at the ceiling, where a massive wax covered smaller hive was glowing.

“Party is buzzing tonight!!” A loud, beaming voice echoed throughout the hive, causing your subjects to all cheer. Damien and Duke looked at each other just as a tempo began to drop, and from the ceiling, a bright glow crawled to be revealed.

A bright smile they recognized anywhere, and the voice that no longer stuttered or sounded coarse.

Buzzzzz

“Your Queen Bee makes the sweet stuff, so make me that sweet, sweet honey!!”

A/N: Again, this may be an allegory, but who knows lmao. Anyways, here’s a chapter for you hungry pests because writer’s block actually shot be 47 times then tossed me into a ravine.

Have fun analyzing why things feel fake and too happy, I like when yall analyze things

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chunibyo-x-sorcerer · 21 hours ago

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"No...you aren't real...." Taz said. "Don't act..."

This is bad. Rin is right. But...the problem is...

The problem is the scent...is so close to how her brother is. Memories begin to flood in. He was a kind person before everything changed. An image of him sitting down on the floor, drinking and playing video games as he is done with everything. Until he got the contract. She thought he would go back to normal, but he became something else.

His scent changes when he becomes someone else she doesn't know anymore.

Her eyes contracted, seeing him reach out for her. Then she felt a hand on her head. "There, there, there. Your big brother is here." He said, caressing her head.

Taz's eyes were brimming with tears. "Brother..you."

WHAM! A sharp pain hits her gut and her face.

Eh?!

Taz bounces off across the ground and hits the dirt. She gasps, holding her stomach while trying to breathe, and her big brother is laughing wildly.

"OH! THIS IS THE BEST!" Kris laughs out loud, holding his stomach. Daichi looks ready to murder him, but he was forced to sit down on the bench by Rioto. "Don't-"

"EVERYONE! DON'T MOVE!" Rioto yells, "If we try to interfere, our teachers will be in trouble! Their lives are at stake."

"Wait...is that-"

"Damn it!" Yuji wanted to stop him from trying to confuse Taz. He saw as he was about to move but something stops him seeing Igarashi having a arm up. "Don't interfere this is for two teams only!"

"Damn you! You-"

"Hey, it's not my fault your 'baby sister' is seeing a old face...she should be happy that someone knows her." he sneered for Yuji to get more angry that Megumi and Kamo had to hold him back from wanting to kill him.

"Yuji calm down-"

"That's not the reason! I..I just get the feeling this is going to trigger something in her! I don't want my baby sister to break that way!" he struggles wanting to help Taz.

Rina and Rin were still fighting but Ren noticed only to look seeing this. "What the-" He ducks from a hit from Rina but she was laughing.

"Come on, lets keep playing!" she tries to grab him but he quickly kicks her back hard right into something. Looking over, he saw Kris now looking like someone but he looks like Taz.

"TAZ! Remember what you told me! Remember; his scent! If it smells like Kris don't trust it!" he tries to yell but saw that it was effecting her now. Damn it!

"B-brother…you…" Taz begins.

"Hi there little sis..I missed you....." He smiled gently to her yet his golden eyes glowed softly to her. "Here; wanna give your big brother a big hug?....I been so worried about you.." he said holding his arms out.

"GET AWAY FROM TAZ!!!" Rin said rushing over but Rina hits him with something as she was now fighting him again.

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teambyler · 1 day ago

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The strong likelihood we'll see Will "die"

Why? Most people think he will:

Will dying DOES make sense in a number of ways:

Vecna, the Mind Flayer, and the Upside Down are connected to Will, so his dying might be key to getting rid of them (or is the inevitable consequence)

Will is selfless and is willing to give up his life

The show would respond to the criticism that it's unwilling to kill off main characters in the most shocking way: killing off the person they're building up as Season 5's "main character"

For the Duffers, having Will SEEM to die is GREAT from a writing standpoint because (1) it would be one of the most emotional "deaths" in the show and (2) people will believe it's NOT a fake-out.

And what showrunner would NOT try to torture their audience as much as possible? =D Surely, the Duffers will plant "death flags" in season 5 hinting that Will's going to die! Some people are already speculating he's about to die in this part of the teaser trailer:

But this also means that Will would be the most predictable "unpredictable" death. (Much of the General Audience likes to think they're clever. =) )

More importantly, what they don't think about are two huge problems with a Will death: it would perpetuate the "Bury Your Gays" trope, and having WILL of all people die would drive a stake through the heart of the very Mission Statement of this show.

The creators have said this show is an "anthem for the marginalized and the imperfect." Will is arguably the show's ultimate main protagonist: a closeted gay boy who puts others before himself, who's been forced to endure enormous pain and trauma, and who might be bullied and ostracized in small-town 80s Indiana for being gay. The audience has been made to sympathize with him every season: his journey is arguably the emotional core of the show. Ross Duffer has literally said that his "emotional arc... will tie the whole series together."

What message would it send to gay people (and others society looks down on) to say that your suffering and sacrifice are the way straight, conventional people can be safe and happy?

While it's not out of the question for this show to kill off a main character in its last season, throughout its run it has been loath to do so. That's because, at its core, it is an optimistic show that sides with the outcasts. it doesn't see much value -- and there isn't much ARC -- in, well, casting any of them out. Least of all WILL. This is a show about darkness being overcome by light.

The apparent impossibility that Will ever finds love at the end of season 4, and the likelihood of more "death flags" for Will, are there to prepare a TWIST. The show is setting up expectations to subvert them.

Things will inevitably get more dire for Will in s5. So we Bylers will need to brace ourselves and remain steadfast that Will is being set up for a happy ending. We'll need to keep faith that the Duffers are telling a story of heroes overcoming adversity, perhaps even one where the very qualities society looks down on in Will -- his empathy, his "gay" love for Mike, his selflessness and willingness to give his life -- are what helps him save the world.

So Bylers! Let's brace ourselves for:

More pain and angst that Will is NOT "gonna fall in love" (perhaps an early-season Mike rejection?)

Will "dying"! (and Mike reacting to losing him)

Have your tissues ready!

-teambyler

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smiling-laughing-hating · 22 hours ago

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I saw you too have kpop demon hunters brainrot, and so, I am here to request!

Can I have some dating headcannons of the main girls (with like gender neutral or AFAB)?? I have a huge crush on mira rn and there's like no content of her, only jinu and the saja boys-

summary: what is it like to date the Huntrix girls and dealing with their insecurities

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Rumi

Let's just say that to get with this girl you had to go through alot

She surrounded herself with walls all the time cause of her patterns

And she won't tell you about them even when you get together forget

How you figure it out must have been her letting down her guard (which one it's on is hard)

You were sleeping over at the Huntrix and currently were in Rumi's room; on her bed

Your girlfriend walks in with her coat on something that you always question about her is why she always wears a coat inside who does that?

"Hi baby what are you doing?"

You shrugged scrolling some more on your phone "nothing much"

She sits besides youand snatch your phone "hey!" You grin and jump at her causing you both to collapse on the bed you on top of her

You giggle as you start to tickle her relentlessly

"Wait- no- HAHAHAHAHAHA"

"Surrender for i-...?" You stop and raise a brow as you see the marking on her arms that were exposed as a result of her squirming

she was confused at first before she realised you saw it and froze in shock

Yea after that she explained everything and how it is only 'temporarily' until they can seal The Honmon and she was surprised to hear you say that even if she stays like this you will always love her

Yea that was an emotional night for her

Oh and btw after this you are the most important person to her no one can top you

She became more open more romantic and oh she is touch starved

Now that she feels safe around you you better expect that you will be cuddling every night

Mira

Sweet sweet Mira here is your no.1 fan of anything you do she supports 100℅ she knows what it's like to not be accepted she would for you to feel that way

She maybe a little hesitant to talk about her past and family and every time you bring it up she always dodges it like a bullet

She may snap at you sometime and say hurtful things but she never really mean any of it

Well that fact doesn't make it hurt any less does it?

You were leaning against the Huntrix balcony

You and Mira fought, again

This week was rough it seems like any disagreement between you two cause a full blown fight, it was alot

you understand that Mira's parents contacted her and that's what is making her so on edge but it doesn't exactly soothe the ache in your chest

Your thoughts are interrupted by a pair of arms wrapping around you

"You have every right to be angry i shouldn't have lashed out like that...forgive me please"

You don't answer you simply put your hand on hers and you both basket in the comfortable silence

After that night she became more careful with her words

And now instead of fighting eachother you fight the problem while cuddling to get rid of any possible argument

Zoey

We already know how much of a worrier this girl is when she confessed to you it was so exaggerat that you thought she may as well ask you to marry her (i mean-)

But while it can be endearing it can also be too much on both of you

For everything she does she looks to please you and everyone around her even is she doesn't realise it

To the point where it becomes suffocating

"i made your favourite dish"

"What do you think of ---?"

"Are mad at me?"

" i am sorry"

"You love me right?"

And so on and so forth

That is a normal day between you two you were ready to quell all her fear you cared you really did

But this was too much

"Zoey! Dear you don't have to try so much for me i love you for you!"

She blinks up at you and smiles sheepishly

"I am so-"

"No! No more of that come here" she looked at you confused as you pulled her at you and started to squeeze her as tight as you can

You threw yourself on the couch still holding her, you then start to whisper sweet nothing in her ear such as 'i love you' 'you are worth everything' 'you are enough' and more

You guys stayed like that all night

She smiles as she nuzzles into your neck "thank you..."

thankfully after that day she seemed to calm alot more about her habit of overpleasing you

She is more comfortable around you she now tells you everything

Ans i mean everything :D

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stonedtaemin · 3 days ago

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all my life i've dreamed of you, my love

❕creampie, jealousy sex, multiple orgasms, first time, pussy eating, first kiss | ao3 | wc 4.6k

mc goes on a date with another guy, caleb can't take this shit anymore *requested ♡

23 missed calls and 30 unread messages. all from caleb. she didn’t even know where to begin, what she would even say. what was his deal? why did he even care? it’s not like she wasn’t being safe. she had every right to do whatever she wanted. she was grown up, her own woman.

she turned off her phone, tossing it onto the bed. she couldn’t deal with caleb’s incessant whining right now. she thought maybe since reuniting he would be less annoying and clingy. but he’s been nothing but that. not to mention she had recently felt some… stirring in her heart. the scary kind. she couldn’t shake this feeling off, like it was more than just her affection for her old childhood friend. it was ridiculous. to be honest, she had only went out with zayne to see if she could return his obvious affection for her. it was a bust in the end. all she could think about was idiot caleb. she was sick of it.

fleeting, nothing more.

a quick shudder washed over her, taking a deep breath. she couldn’t— wouldn’t— think about that right now. best to just forget such a stupid thing.

she went to the end of her bed, looking at herself in the mirror. she sighed deeply, undoing her hair. her hands went down to her earlobes, earrings dangling. she took them out and set them on her jewelry dish. she was about to take her dress off until she heard a loud banging on her door. she jumped out of her skin, palm planted over her chest.

she slowly crept towards the door, grabbing her gun off the dresser. she pulled it up, cocked and ready to shoot.

she was close to the door when the banging happened again, another startle coming from her. she gulped, finger flexed onto the trigger. she looked into the peephole slowly, squinting with perplexity.

fuck.

she sighed loudly, rolling her eyes. then a groan of pure anger.

"what the fuck?" she opened the door, only to be greeted by a drenched caleb. it had begun to storm outside and he had taken a direct hit from it. his hair had water droplets that were crashing around him, purple iris' swirling with a darkness.

he was breathing heavy, pushing her inside so he could get into a dry space. she grunted, stumbling back. the door auto locked behind them, caleb pressing her further into the apartment.

“no, i should be the one asking you that. why have you been ignoring me?”

“what are you doing here?” she dodged the question.

she backed up, placing her hunter’s gun onto the side table of the entryway. her hands went to her hips, deadpanning at him. he looked so lonely like this.

“answer me.”

she sighed deeply.

“i haven’t been ignoring you. you just tend to be overbearing. per fucking usual.”

he scoffed, closing the space between them, only for her to back up again, distance returning. he stared down at her feet as she walked backwards, feet stumbling in the process. he let out a dark chuckle.

“overbearing? i told you to not go out with that loser.”

“that loser has a name, caleb. zayne has always been close to me, so what’s the harm in going on a date?” her finger went to point at his chest, digit digging into his peck harshly. he didn’t even flinch. he was motionless.

“because i told you not to, that’s why. that’s the fucking problem.” he snarled.

“oh, so now that you’ve walked back into my life all high and mighty mr. farspace fleet colonel you think you can just bark me around like one of your subordinates? well tough shit. things have changed. i’ve changed.”

his eyes flickered an unreadable emotion, one she didn’t think she wanted to know.

“he doesn’t get you. not like i do. nobody does.” he avoided her previous words, like he hadn’t even heard them.

“what does that even mean? like what are you even getting from saying that?”

his hand reached out to grab hers, but she turned away to walk the opposite direction. he yanked her with a force like none other, his grip tightening around her wrist. he pulled her onto his chest, their faces impossibly close.

“don’t be dense, sweetheart.”

ouch.

she scoffed, giving him an incredulous look. she took her hand up to slap him, but his evol stopped her dead in the air. he glanced between her hand and her eyes, a small scowl forming on his lips.

“let— me— go!” she growled, struggling against his hold.

“stop playing these games. i’m tired of them.” he sighed, letting her hand drop down to her side. his grip on her wrist loosened but it didn’t let go.

“i don’t even— ugh— know what you’re talking about!”

“do i have to spell it out for you? i don’t want you going on dates with other people.” his voice started to sound desperate, like he was trying to prevent himself from bleeding out to death. maybe he was.

her struggling paused, her eyebrows softening, then bending in confusion. she shook her head slightly.

“caleb, i—“

“i don’t want to see you with other people. you’ve been avoiding me lately and i feel like you’re doing this on purpose. why are you driving me crazy?”

“you’re so full of yourself!”

“why don’t you ask me to go places with you? have a nice dinner, walk around linkon, buy you expensive things. why? am i not enough?”

her eyes widened and snapped to his. he was dead serious.

“because… because— i don’t know. that’s weird. you wouldn’t even see me like that. jesus, just drop it, okay?”

he pulled her closer.

“why should i?”

“because this is my life and it’s my choice!” she yelled, breath heavy.

the silence was sickening, the only sound was the rain and thunder around them. a water drop from his brow splashed onto her face, falling down her cheek. his hand reached up to cup her face, thumb tracing her jaw.

“if you’re going to stand there like an idiot then go ahead and see yourself ou—“ his lips smashed onto hers with a jolting force.

his lips moved against hers, but she couldn’t even respond. couldn’t even register what was happening. like she was in a dream but with sleep paralysis. she wanted to move but she didn’t know how.

her arms moved first, wrapping around his slick neck, lips finally moving with his. their teeth clashed for a second, trying to find a steady rhythm. his tongue swiped across her bottom lip as an invitation, her mouth opening for him. he groaned against her lips as his tongue met hers, the sweet taste of her dancing on his buds.

one hand gripped her cheek for dear life and the other went to claw at her hip, fingers dangerously close to her ass. he pulled her closer, her chest pressing hard onto his.

she moaned at his teeth biting her bottom lip and tugging, mouths finally separating to breathe. she didn’t want to open her eyes and look at him, scared and nervous. this was all she had ever wanted. still, she was terrified.

“look at me.” he whispered, jerking her lightly, as if to wake her up from her dream.

her eyelids peeled open slowly, first finding his swollen lips covered in spit. then trailed up to his nose. then those eyes— god, those eyes. she thought she would drown in them.

“tell me you want this. that i’m not crazy, please, pips…” he whined.

she blinked several times before swallowing her pride. she couldn’t even lie to him right now. she was drunk off his kiss.

“i need you so fucking bad caleb.” she admitted, chest rising and falling. her hands pet the back of his neck, stroking softly.

he choked out a needy sob, lips finding hers once more.

“shit, i can’t even fucking think straight right now.” he murmured against her as she made out with him.

“then don’t.” she whispered back, resuming their kiss.

he moaned as she pulled him impossibly closer. his hands went down to her thighs, lifting her up and carrying her as they kissed each other like their lives depended on it. in a way, their lives did depend on it.

their lips separated for another brief period so that he could focus on walking them into her room. she lifted her dress off of her in one swoop, tossing it to the ground carelessly. she cupped his cheek and dragged his mouth to hers once more, sucking onto his tongue deliciously.

he walked them over to the edge of her bed, finishing their kiss before plopping her down. she stared up at him with glossy eyes and puffy lips. she bit her bottom lip as he took his jacket and then his shirt off, chest broad and fit. it wasn’t even her first time seeing him shirtless. yet it made her impossibly horny. she wanted nothing more than to ride on him while palming his abs.

“pips…” his eyes drank in her figure, bra straps loosely hanging off of her shoulders, tits begging to be released from their hold. not to mention her underwear, small and thin with barely and coverage. her folds basically were popping around the sides, obvious that her thongs were too small for her. he didn’t know where to begin.

she moved forward, hands undoing his belt sloppily. she unbuttoned and unzipped him, pulling both his pants and underwear down in one go.

she couldn’t help but lightly gasp at just how huge he was. there in front of her was his veiny, monster cock. it stood red and proud, needing to be taken care of.

“holy shit.” is all she managed to blurt out.

he carressed her cheek softly, letting her take him in. he was flustered beyond words, but tried to keep his confidence high. he didn't even know how they ended up like this, him naked and hard in front of her. he wasn't complaining. just confused.

"lay on your back." his words came out like honey.

she laid back, pushing up further onto the bed so he could crawl towards her. she propped her knees up, opening herself up to him. it was quite the sight to behold. as he drew closer she hooked her legs over his meaty shoulders, feet rubbing sensually onto his back.

“shit, baby. wanna touch you so bad. can i touch you?” he begged, hands gripping onto the plush of her thighs tightly.

her breathe hitched at his pet name, never having called her baby before. she nodded fast, her stomach doing flips. she needed him like she needed air right now.

“please, caleb. need you.” she whined, hips thrusting into nothing.

he chuckled softly, hands trailing down to her crotch. his swiped his index finger softly in between her folds, slick sopping around her entrance and completely wrecking the fabric of her underwear.

she hissed at the contact, biting her lip. she would give anything for him to hurry up and finger her.

“so wet for me. all for me.”

“yes,” she breathed out, “all for you caleb. please, i can’t—“

he ripped her underwear to the side, two fingers dipping inside of her.

“fuck!” she yelped, hips swiveling to his slow push.

his fingers hooked inside of her, curling and caressing her insides so deliciously. she could see stars.

he watched her as she furrowed her brows in pleasure, mouth slightly agape. she was going stupid on his fingers. just her expression alone could make him cum.

“you like that? like it when i play with your pretty little cunt, hm? tell me, sweetheart.” he was toying with her.

she nodded feverishly, hands gripping onto her sheets with white knuckles.

“yes, yes, yes, i fucki-ing love it, baby. please keep going oh god.” she blushed with a deep crimson.

his thumb went to play with her clit, rubbing in slow, deadly circular motions. he watched her fall apart, hips stuttering with stimulation.

“yes, just like that sweetheart. god, you look so gorgeous. you’re like a dream. been thinking about having you like this for so long.”

she sobbed, moans coming out in long whines. her stomach muscles were straining and sweat beaded around her skin. she was grinding onto his hand with a animal-like ferocity.

“i’m gonna cum if you k-keep doing that, ah shit!” she cried out. her fingers gripped into his hair, pulling harshly.

his head dove down in between her legs, tongue replacing his thumb and flicking onto her. she screamed, a few hairs getting ripped out from his scalp. he groaned, vibrating against her in the most sinful way.

“cum in my mouth.” he commanded, lapping up all over her.

she was so loud, she might wake her neighbors up. she melted under his tongue and fingers, each sensation drawing her orgasm to the surface.

“m’cumming, shit, yes, yes, yes, don’t st-stop caleb, oh fuck!” she rolled her hips in circles as her orgasm slammed into her.

he removed his fingers to replace it with his tongue, drinking her slick up as she came onto his mouth. she stared down at his face, barely even seeing him due to how buried he was onto her pussy. he moaned and made disgusting eating noises against her, tongue curling and then flattening against her.

with one final drag from the bottom to the top of her folds, he came back up, eyes darkened with lust. his lips kissed up the sides of her inner thigh, sucking dark hickeys into her skin. she moaned with each bite and pull.

“caleb…”

he landed a final kiss before lifting himself up onto his knees between her legs. he moved her legs off of his shoulders so he could pull her underwear off completely. he dragged it off slowly and sensually, kissing her ankle. when they finally came off he stuffed her soaking thong to his nose, inhaling deeply and letting out the guttural moan. his eyes rolled to the back of his head, mouthing at the fabric.

she thought she might die from it all.

“fuck, princess. smells so fucking good.” his dick was harder than it had ever been.

“y-you…” she stuttered, not even knowing how to react properly. she was jaded by her life-changing orgasm and the worlds hottest man sniffing her panties. it was all too much.

he finally tossed them aside, eyes piercing down onto hers.

“take your bra off.”

she gulped, propping up onto her elbows. she unclasped the hook to her garment with deft fingers. she pulled it off slowly, breasts spilling out. the cold air hit her bare skin, nipples rock hard. she tossed the article aside, laying back down.

caleb’s hand went up to touch her, not knowing which breast to start with. his fingers pinched her nipple, rolling it in between the pads of his fingertips. she hissed, biting her lip harshly.

“so beautiful. been wanting to see you like this. knew you would be so pretty, pip-squeak. just knew it.”

she whined with ecstasy, completely under the mercy of his addicting touch.

“could say the same about you.” she murmured, back arching into his touch as he groped and massaged her breast.

“yeah?” he cocked an eyebrow, biceps flexing with how hard he was working his hand onto her tits.

“mhmm. so big and strong, caleb. ever since seeing you it’s all i could think about. just want you to manhandle me.” she tried to sound as sexy as she could, but she was incredibly embarrassed, cheeks betraying her confident words.

he chuckled, lips curling into a small smirk.

“oh yeah? tell me more.” his other hand went down to his cock, wrapping around it and stroking slowly.

“yeah, um, and i would come home. touch myself to you, thinking about how fit you are. how you would fuck me so well. just kept imagining how you would feel inside me.” she stuttered, watching in awe as he stroked himself lazily in front of her. his hand slapped her tit hard, then massaged it. she yelped out.

“fuck, you’re dirty. you’ve got quite the mouth on you, pips.”

she was crimson all over her face, lips pouting.

“cock is so big, caleb. how is it so big?” she whined, hips rising as if to beg him to insert it.

he whimpered, squeezing himself hard. he wiggled it hard, is if to shake it awake from this dream. he lined it up with her entrance, slapping the tip onto her wet folds. it smacked three to four times, each one sending her into oblivion. she cried, bucking into his touch.

“wanna see if it’ll fit?”

“fuck… yes, please. please stuff it inside me.” she begged like a child, voice nasally.

“tell me how bad you want it.”

she groaned in annoyance, in disbelief that he can be such a tease. he was even a little shit in bed too. some things never changed. she rolled her eyes at the cocky smile that was plastered onto his face. that beautiful god damn face.

“i want you to fill me up with your huge fucking cock, caleb. i need you to fuck me now. like yesterday, actually.”

he barked out a laugh.

“such a needy little slut.”

she couldn’t believe her ears, heat pooling all over her. she could die from his words. she was pretty sure she was already dead.

“caleb, i swear to god if you don’t—“

all of the sudden he slammed himself into her, unforgiving and tearing through her like a knife. he was only halfway inside because of how tight she was, not used to such a huge object inside of her. her dildo was only half the size of him. she screamed out, hands scrambling to purchase anything to hold onto. they settled for his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

“just a little m-more, princess. open up. so damn tight— shit.”

she grunted, eyes piercing at him.

"i'm trying! you're just too fucking big caleb, jesus christ." she tried to be as mad as she could but the moan that stumbled out of her mouth failed her as he wiggled deeper inside of her.

his breath fanned over her face, jaw clenched as he finally pushed all of his length inside of her. she was being absolutely split in half, legs trembling with the weight of him between her.

"oh shit. shit, shit, shit!" she cried out, feeling his hips start to move slowly but surely.

he huffed out a laugh, hand gripping onto her hip as he steadied himself. his veins that trailed down his v-line bulged with each thrust, pumping all the blood to his thick cock.

"holy fuck. squeezing the shit out of me, baby. gonna fuck you so good this pussy's gonna remember the shape of me." he gutted out, hips starting to slam into her harder with each word.

her tits bounced up and down with each thrust, stomach jiggling softly. she swore she could feel him in her fucking guts.

"fuck yes, please, caleb, harder please!"

he groaned out in pure primal desire, lips attaching onto her neck and clamping down with his teeth. he bit her so hard it drew blood, teeth leaving an imprint onto her supple skin. his hips were moving faster with each time his cock drew in and out, the smacking of their skin growing louder than the thunder outside. the lights flickered as lightning struck outside next to her window, power almost giving out.

"feels. so. good. jesus, baby. look at you." his hand gripped her chin hard, yanking it to the side so she could watch herself getting rammed in her full length mirror. she thanked her lucky stars that she put that mirror there. she cried out in bliss, watching as caleb stared into her soul through the reflection. his thumb crept up to her mouth, letting her suck and bite down on it.

"look how fucking sexy you look, taking my dick so well." he hummed, whines following after.

she let out high-pitched moans in rhythm with each time his cock slammed into her cervix, watching herself get absolutely dominated by him. she could watch it all day. it made her clench around him, eliciting a long string of whimpers from him. he sounded boyish, surrendering completely to the feeling of her walls surrounding him.

his thumb dragged down slowly out of her mouth, salvia trailing down her chin. her eyes went back to look at him in front of her, batting her eyelashes in seduction. he leaned down to kiss her slowly, mouthing onto her bottom lip. he licked up the saliva that drooled down her chin, hand wrapping around her wrists and pinning them above her head.

"tell me you love this dick."

"i love your dick so much, caleb. can't fucking stand it." she responded quicker than the lightning that struck outside. the light illuminated her, curves accentuated.

"yeah? love it so much you could take it forever?"

she nodded her head and hummed out in agreement, mouth agape with the most obnoxious sounds coming out.

"love you so fucking much." she whined out, not even realizing the weight of her words that she had just admitted to him.

sure, she had said she loved him before. but it was never under this context. his hips faltered, dick twitching inside of her. he choked slightly, hands tightening their grip around her restrained wrists.

"say it again."

"i love you, i love you, i love you— shit!" she let herself go, climax about to hit her like a ton of bricks.

"love you too, sweet girl."

and with that she was cumming onto him like there was no tomorrow, crying out in utter bliss. he watched her as she fell apart, letting go of her hands so she could grip his chest, fingers pressing hard into his skin. her legs tightened around his waist, hips circling with her waves.

"cu-mming so— fucking— hard, oh god, caleb!" she was tearing up, eyes glistening with an indescribable pleasure.

he leaned forward to kiss her crashing tears, cupping her cheek softly.

"pretty girl. my sweet baby." he cooed, hips slowing to a gentler pace.

"caleb, please cum inside of me, please. wanna feel you inside." she sobbed.

he let out a sob, head dropping with defeat. he couldn't believe this predicament. he didn't even think he was awake right now.

"shit, are you sure? you have to tell me now or it's gonna be— ugh— too fucking late, sweetheart."

her gaze met with his, pulling him into a soft kiss.

"just cum inside of me, please. don't make me ask twice, baby." she mouth against his lips, making out with him passionately.

he groaned against her mouth, hips smacking against her hard as he rutted sloppily inside her.

"c-cumming. i'm cumming, baby." he grunted against her, their lips hovering over eachother. she breathed in his moans as his release filled her up in ways she didn't think was possible.

she squeezed down on him, milking him to death. he whimpered with each ounce of cum spilling into her, kissing down her jawline.

their chests were slick on top of each other, her breasts squished against his pecks. her fingers traced down his back as he thrusted through his orgasm, back muscles pulsing under her touch. with two final thrusts, he slowed, pulling away to look at her.

"shit." he muttered, hands feeling around her everywhere. he could feel his seed trying to push past his cock where he was plugging her up.

"yeah." she hummed back, a small smile curling at the corner of her lips.

he gripped her face and wiggled it around, biting his lip.

"good girl." he approved, his cock twitching lifelessly in her pussy.

her cheeks flushed with her arousal, chest rising and falling with her heavy breathing. she could stay like this forever. he let out a small laugh, a sideways cocky smile forming onto his face. he slowly pulled out of her, cum spilling out soon after. he winced as his cock fell out of her, missing her already. she cried softly, holding onto his chest for dear life. she had never felt so empty in her life before.

"caleb..."

he ignored her, dipping his head down to her folds to lick a thick stripe onto her. she yelped out, hand smacking over her mouth in shock. he lapped up their juices, tongue swirling around inside of her.

"holy shit, caleb, i can't—" she was absolutely taken aback from his brazenness. he was so disgusting in the best possible way.

"think you can cum again for me, just one more time?" he begged against her pussy.

"shit, yes, please!" she couldn't have agreed any faster.

never in her life had she came more than once, now here she was, working up to her third orgasm of the night. she just knew caleb would be fucking good at this. dreamt about this shit everytime she was alone, touching herself.

"taste— mhmph— so good, it's addicting. love eating you out, like a fucking dream come true." he made out with her folds, lewd sounds of his lips squelching against her wetness. she couldn't help but cry aloud, thinking she would lose her voice for sure come morning.

"caleb, why are you— ugh, fuck, yes!— so good at this?" she didn't even think she wanted to know the answer to that.

he smiled against her, chuckles sending shockwaves through her. he began to flick his tongue devilishly fast, her orgasm already coming over her. her hands threaded into his soft hair, nails digging deep into his scalp. she fucked herself into his mouth, legs shaking from the overstimulation.

"oh god, caleb!" she came undone onto his tongue, feeling every ounce of goodness that was in her. he lapped at her incredibly well, humming along with her climax.

he kissed her gently against her cunt, fingers squeezing onto the plush of her thigh.

"wanna kiss you." she sighed, pulling him up from her crotch.

he complied, crawling back up to his love.

they kissed softly and slowly, the taste of them exchanging between their tongues. he caressed her cheek, her hands petting through his hair. when they pulled apart, he rested his head onto her chest, collapsing beside her. he was absolutely fucked out.

she played with his hair while he traced nonsense onto the valley of her chest. the rain was still pouring like crazy, wind slamming it into her window. she glanced outside, watching as it slanted sideways. it must have been a monsoon.

"hey." he muttered.

she kept her gaze on the weather.

"hmm?"

"don't go out with other guys. don't like it."

she turned back to look at him, tugging his hair hard.

"you just made me cum three times, caleb. come on."

he huffed a laugh out, rolling his eyes.

"yeah. still."

she leaned down to plant a kiss to the top of his head.

"i want this. i want you." she whispered.

his heart skipped a beat, fingers pressing firmly into her skin. he watched as it left a red imprint, then slowly faded back to normal. he hooked his hand around the handle of her hip, pulling her tightly into his grip.

"mhmm. i've wanted you since the moment i laid eyes on you."

she hid her surprise, not sure if she really should have been. she let them sit in silence again, enjoying their presence together. it was comfortable and warm.

"don't leave me again. ever." it was a command.

he looked up at her with a distant sadness in his eyes. he promised himself he would never put her through that pain again. he used his free hand to brush her fringe aside and away from her forehead.

"never."

#lads #lads mc #love and deepspace #lads caleb #love and deepspace caleb #lads smut #caleb smut #caleb x mc #request

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evilminji · 6 hours ago

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I mean... you wanted the Heavens to DO something? THERE! They DID something!

"That made it WORSE!!!"

"Well you SHOULD HAVE SPECIFIED"

Dead? No problem! Now they're not! You Mortals caused this, YOU fix i-*neither of them stay long enough to hear beyond "the beast is trying to fuck baby-Shen"*

They are gonna be SO CHILL about this guys. Calm and reasonable even. It'll make the news~☆

Just? Let's bring back the Sect. They can kick open the door, hair disheveled, eyes filled with murder, blade out and ready, like? "YOU."

He thought he could MURDER and SEX his way to happiness? HA! No~ murder and sex are gonna ruin his FUCKIN LIFE. His name is Xin Mo. He's molesting your waifu. And now the UNSHATTERED, UNFUCKED versions of his Shizun and Sect Leader are *Intense Boss Music* their way to rescue what they've decided is their son!

(Mama and papa Shen feel a disturbance in the force... as though two gay disasters are trying to replace them...) (fools. The Wife Beam is hereditary. You know not the power you challenge)

It's? The definition of "we left you alone FOR FIVE MINUTES!!!"

All his siblings are horrified and everything is on fire.

@fangirlingpuggle

Another silly idea based on Shen Yuan being Xin Mo's favorite only now with Binggeyuan.

After the Bingmei Vs Bingge extra Bingge searching for Shen Yuan and finds him...only from Xin Mo to call dibs.

Xin Mo ending up through he portal and not Bingge. Shen Yuan seeing it and 'Oh yeah I ordered a replica of XIn Mo wow this way better quality than I was expecting'

Just Xin Mo happy as can be in pride of place on the PIDW hate shrine listening to Shen Yuan as he rants about web-novels and writes the most scathing brutal comments.

Xin Mo: This is heaven the hatred and rage so perfect.

Bingge keeps trying to bust in to realm but keeps getting bridenappingblocked by HIS FUCKING SWORD.

His sword that he is melting down to scarp metal and throwing into the abyss after this is done.

Just Bingge trying to get to Shen Yuan but constantly stopped by XIn Mo...

Bonus Mobei Jun is just chilling in modern world, as he's now the mode of transportation since Xin Mo is no longer Bingge's. Him finding airplane by accident and like '...Mine'

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crazziforazzi · 1 day ago

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Fighting for the love (of the game) -Chapter 4

Chapter 4: The chemistry is back

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

Trope: Second chance

A/N: Now that we all calmed down from Azzi's hard launch, I am here with the next one. Let me know what you think. :)

Word Count: 5.9k words

Masterlist

Azzi POV:

The next couple of days passed in a blur of alarms before sunrise, aching legs, and the relentless intensity of a WNBA training camp.

It was the kind of grind Azzi had been warned about, the kind that tested not just your body but your focus and willingness to learn and adapt. Mornings started with weight room sessions that left her arms shaking, and by the time they hit film study and tactical walk-throughs, she had to force her brain to keep pace. Team drills moved into individual work blocks, then half and full-court scrimmages before it was time for recovery filled with tough massages and ice baths.

The next day, repeat.

There were no days off, no time to get used to the style and physicality of the WNBA. Everyone was expected to be ready.

And Azzi absolutely loved it.

She could feel herself improving every hour. Her reads were cleaner, her release even quicker, her body slowly adjusting to the pace. W was faster than college, yes, but it wasn’t a completely different game. It just required a higher level of belief in her own shots. Luckily, Azzi had learned to believe in her shots during her last college season.

She had walked through enough fire to know she belonged here.

What did surprise her was the welcome. She had expected the vets to keep their distance, wait until she proved herself in real action before bothering to care. But it was the opposite. From day one, most of them embraced her, quick to recognize what she brought to the court. And Kelsey Plum, especially, didn’t leave any room for confusion: Azzi was her rookie.

It wasn’t something they talked about. But it became early on that Plum had picked Azzi. Their dynamic fell into place fast. It was teasing and full of tough touches, but underpinned by respect. Plum stood next to her during drills, she called her out with just enough sharpness to push, but not critique and she always made room next to her during warmups, without saying a word.

Azzi wasn’t naïve.

The league didn’t hand out mentors. Veterans chose their rookies when something clicked, either because they saw something in them, or because the rookie was persistent enough to force the bond.

One afternoon, Azzi overheard her near the weight room, talking to one of the assistant coaches. She wasn’t eavesdropping, not really, but her own name caught her ear.

"Azzi has got so much potential," Kelsey was saying, voice low but certain. "She is smart, she reads fast and gets her shots off even quicker. I like her. She listens and accepts feedback. And she is so fucking sweet, it's sickening. I'll have to work on her trash talk."

Azzi flushed but didn’t interrupt. She just kept walking, heart a little louder in her chest. Still, a grin tugged at the corner of her mouth. She couldn’t resist a little jab later that day.

After threading a bounce pass between two defenders for a clean assist, she caught Kelsey’s eye and said with mock innocence, "So… ready to call me your favourite rookie?"

Plum groaned, dramatic and loud. But Azzi didn’t stop there. She jogged back into line for the next drill and added with a singsong voice, "You know, I read somewhere that vets who hype up their rookies perform better themselves."

Kelsey straightened, side-eye sharp. "You are reaching, Fudd. You are not hopeless, but you have a long way to earn my favourite title."

Azzi grinned. "Understood, cap. I will try harder."

"You are exhausting," Kelsey muttered, totally deadpan.

"But adorable," Azzi chirped.

"That’s the problem," Kelsey grumbled as they jogged into position. "You are way too nice to be this annoying."

And just like that, the dynamic was sealed.

Azzi’s sweet confidence and determination made it impossible to stay annoyed at her for long. She would nudge Plum during water breaks, flash her dimples after backdoor cuts, and toss exaggerated "Thank you, cap!" shoutouts whenever she got fed the ball perfectly.

Plum gave her hell for it often. But when Azzi wasn’t looking, her eyes always softened. And when Rae teased Kelsey about being "Team Princess," during recovery that day, Kelsey just rolled her eyes.

"She is a menace," she said, then added quetly. "but a good one."

And then there was Paige.

It was strange at first, how easy it was to pretend they were just teammates while playing. How well they both performed that part. But only when it came to the court.

Because Paige had a way of being obvious without meaning to.

She didn’t speak to Azzi outside of basketball. Didn’t try to corner her between drills or sneak in small talk in the weight room. But she showed up in ways that mattered. In ways that told Azzi more than words ever could.

One morning, Azzi had muttered under her breath half-jokingly, half-genuinely annoyed about how much she hated Gatorade, calling it too sugary and artificial. "Why is coconut water never an option?" she’d said, eyebrows raised, not expecting a response. She had assumed it was just another locker room throwaway comment. They all did that sometimes.

But after practice that day, when she returned to her station, there it was.

A single, chilled bottle of coconut water, tucked neatly beside her bag. Not one of the usual brands either, the one she actually loved. There was no note or explanation.

Azzi had blinked at it, stunned. First, she thought maybe a staff member overheard her and decided to be nice to the rookie. But when she tried to find more later on, scouring the canteen, the vending machines, even asking the nutrition rep, she came up empty handed.

And then the next day, it happened again but this time she caught Paige stepping away from her locker.

Azzi didn’t know how she had gotten it. Or how she even remembered the specific kind but she clearly did. And that small action meant more to Azzi than she dared to admit.

Then there was the way Paige passed to her in scrimmages.

Not just the passes themselves, though those were perfectly placed and timed, but the trust in the way she did it. The way she anticipated Azzi’s cuts and shifted to give her a touch more space to shine.

Paige played like someone who remembered every inch of Azzi’s game. Like someone who had studied her for years.

Which, of course, she had.

And Azzi tried to tell herself it was just that. It was familiarity, teammates with history. But it didn’t feel like just that. Not when Paige looked at her the way she did when she thought Azzi wasn’t looking.

It started small. A glance in the mirror in the weight room. Staring a second too long across the court during drills. The burning feeling of eyes on her during film sessions when she was sitting somewhat in front of Paige.

At first, Azzi thought she was imagining it. But on the third day, after a long scrimmage and an even longer lift, Paige sat down across from her during a recovery session, quietly, getting her knees wrapped.

Azzi didn’t look up at first. She was half-listening to Rae telling a story across the room about her off-season. But something in her chest tightened. That pull.

When she finally looked up, Paige was already watching her. And this time the look was nothing casual or vague. It was that look.

The one Azzi had seen in high school, when they were both just kids with big dreams and a shared passion for basketball. The look that made her commit to UConn. The look that made her believe she could come back from every injury. The look that lit a fire in her right before their final March Madness together only a bit over a year ago. The one that had made her swear she wouldn’t let Paige Bueckers leave UConn without a Natty, even if it meant breaking herself apart to win it.

Azzi swallowed hard and looked away. Because back then, she knew exactly what that look meant. But now she could not tell and she did not let Paige explain. So now Paige kept her distance, but she also kept showing up. Again and again.

But the moment that truly shifted something in Azzi happened on a Thursday scrimmage,. They were pushing hard all day and by their third set of 5-on-5s, and Azzi was just done. She had missed two open threes, back-to-back, then tried to thread a pass that got picked off.

One of the older players, a third-year guard who hadn’t said much all week, scoffed and muttered under her breath, "What a first pick, huh?"

It wasn’t loud, but it was loud enough for Azzi to hear. For Paige to hear. For Cameron and Plum, too.

Paige stopped dead in her tracks.

"What did you say, Wilson?" Her voice wasn’t raised, but it was sharp, controlled. The voice of a leader.

The older guard blinked, taken aback. "I was just…"

"No. Say it again," Paige said, turning fully toward her now. "Because if we are going to start policing each other’s mistakes three days into camp, then let’s make sure we are holding everyone to that standard. You want to run back the last five possessions? Or just hers?"

A long silence stretched between them. The gym felt quieter.

"We are not doing that," Paige said, voice a touch less sharp, but still serious. "That’s not the culture we are building here at Sparks."

The older guard mumbled something like an apology, eyes on the floor, and Plum clapped once, sharp. "I hope everyone heard that. Let’s go."

Azzi hadn’t moved but her skin felt hot. Her hands curled slightly by her sides. She didn’t look at Paige, not until the next timeout, when she jogged past and, without glancing at Azzi, tapped her hip twice. It was the same two taps they have used at UConn, their silent way of saying: I’ve got you.

Azzi exhaled and nodded at her. And when Paige turned away, she finally let herself smile for the first time since camp started while thinking of Paige.

This silent communication spoke volume to her even if she did not fully understand what it meant now.

Because Azzi had spent nine months believing Paige had moved on. Believing that if someone could disappear from her life so completely, they must have made peace with it. And Azzi had tried to make peace, too.

But now, after the last few days, she wasn’t so sure. Because this didn’t look like peace. Now she wasn’t sure if Paige wanted distance at all.

And that changed everything. It suddenly didn’t feel like a closed chapter. It felt like something still alive and very much real.

And Azzi tried not to think too much about it. She needed to focus. She buried herself in film, in drills, in lifting heavier and pushing harder than anyone else in the room.

But Paige kept being there. Not loudly, not intrusively, but there. And Azzi felt herself cracking in ways she didn’t know how to name yet. Because she had loved Paige, deeply, no matter how hard she tried not to. That part she had accepted.

But what she hadn’t prepared for at all was this confusion. The way Paige’s quiet presence and care had unsettled the carefully constructed box Azzi had placed her love in.

And the hardest part was that Paige wasn’t even asking for anything. She wasn’t demanding anything. But the way she looked at her, with a softness that didn’t belong to strangers or exes, it made Azzi’s chest ache in new but familiar ways.

It felt like the beginning of something… or the haunting of something they’d never finished. And Azzi didn’t know how to handle that. She couldn’t afford to misread it, not while knowing that they were supposed to be teammates for the next three years.

She needed to focus. She was here now for herself. Every step, every shot, every rep had to be about the team and playing her best. Not about Paige Bueckers.

But she also knew one thing for sure: she couldn’t stay in this limbo much longer.

She needed to talk to Paige. To understand what the hell this was. Because if Paige was only here to be kind, to show support and nothing more, then Azzi needed to build her walls higher.

But if she wasn’t? If Paige still loved her too?

Paige POV:

For the first time in a very long time Paige actually had fun playing basketball.

Training camp was relentless, sure, early mornings and aching muscles, but for the first time since her own draft night, Paige didn’t feel like she was trying to earn her place. She already had one.

She felt it in the way the Sparks coaches spoke to her, direct but trusting. They didn’t coddle her, but they didn’t micromanage either. When she spoke up, they actually listened. When she messed up, they corrected it and moved on without making it a whole thing. And that, honestly, meant everything to Paige right now.

In Dallas, every play had felt like an audition that came with the pressure to live up to being the first pick without the structure to succeed. Here it felt like leadership wasn’t just something they expected from her, but also it was something they helped her grow into with confidence.

On the court, she was really starting to feel like herself again. Not just running plays but calling them. She was the one pointing out defensive gaps during drills, the one calling for a reset when the pace got messy. And when things broke down, everyone looked to her and not because they were unsure, but because they expected her to take control.

On the second day, she called for a double drag, and without hesitation, the team ran it. Cameron made a sharp cut, Rae caught the skip pass, and the play landed clean. The bench clapped, and Coach Roberts gave her a small nod with a smile.

Her court vision wasn’t something she had to prove or explain anymore. They trusted it. They trusted her.

Off the court, Paige was also slowly reclaiming pieces of herself she hadn’t even realized had gone quiet. It started small, like grabbing the AUX cord one morning in the locker room and queuing up her warm-up playlist, a carefully curated mix she’d made weeks ago. Drake, SZA, a few throwbacks that got Cam humming under her breath.

The next day, people waited for her to connect to the speaker without saying a word. And just like that, she became the unofficial DJ of the Sparks.

Later that afternoon, as they were packing up to leave the facility, Cam nudged her lightly. "Hey," she said, voice casual. "Wanna grab dinner tonight? I feel like we never really got a proper catch-up since you got here."

Paige blinked, surprised not just by the invitation but by how much she wanted to say yes. So she did. They ended up at a cozy new Italian place a few blocks away. They spent two hours over pasta talking about everything from Cam’s injury and how it shifted her relationship to the game to Paige’s time in Dallas and how isolating it had been.

It was honest and felt like the beginning of a friendship that always had the potential but never the time or proximity to be explored before.

Then came Kelsey the next day. During cool-down, while most of the team was sprawled on mats and wiping sweat off their faces, Kelsey tossed her a water and said, "I’ve been thinking… you and I should sit down. Start shaping what we want this team to feel like. Not just how we play together, but how we build a culture for the whole organisation. Then maybe we loop in Fudd and Brink, build it out from there."

Paige had braced herself for some power-play from Plum, expecting maybe a little resistance from her, knowing how they had to share the point guard position and Paige was not shy about wanting to become a leader on this team.

But the pushback never came, instead, Plum looked at her with that confidence of someone who knew her worth and wasn’t afraid to share the weight. She looked at Paige as a partner and not a rival.

But then, of course… there was Azzi.

After that first day, after Azzi looked her in the eye and said she wasn’t ready to talk, Paige had gone home with that heavy, deep ache in her chest that only heartbreak brings. The clear hurt in Azzi’s eyes, the break in her voice when she said not yet… it knocked the wind out of Paige.

She sat on her balcony for a long time that night, still in her practice gear, shoes kicked off, fingers absently playing with her bracelet that she started to wear again after draft night. She hasn’t even showered yet, just stared over the ocean, replaying the way Azzi’s shoulders tensed, the quiet catch in her throat.

Eventually, she picked up her phone and opened her old UConn group chat. Typed out a single line:

PAIGE 8.19 p.m. What do you do when the person you love says she is not ready to talk?

She didn’t even need to name her. They all knew. The response was immediate.

NIKA: OH. MY. GOD. WE’RE TALKING ABOUT IT NOW?! KK: wait AALIYAH: Fucking finally.

She had kept it mostly to herself until now, the real reasons behind the trade, what had really gone down with Azzi.

It wasn’t because she didn’t trust her friends; she just hadn’t been ready to say it out loud. Not until now, not until the first small rejection following her first attempt of rebuilding her life with Azzi. Now Paige found herself sitting alone in a too-quiet apartment, needing something to hold onto.

So she told them.

Not the whole thing, but enough. She talked about draft night and her conversation with Geno. How the trade actually went down and finally the moment in the locker room with Azzi that day.

She typed it out slowly, awkward at first, but her friends didn’t miss a beat.

Nika cursed in all three languages she knew and threatened to book a flight straight to Los Angeles from Seattle. "You are both idiots, but do not doubt that you are her idiot. Play the long game, that worked out well the first time for you. You know that she sees more than she says. If she is not ready to talk yet, show what you want with your actions."

Aaliyah called her dramatic, then dropped a 2 minute-long voice note breaking down how she needs to remember that emotional timing is important and how Azzi had always needed space to sort through things on her own before she was ready to talk about it. "Just because you’re ready to run in headfirst doesn’t mean she is. Let her get there on her own, P."

KK sent a string of chaotic gifs, then followed up with a single, soft message. "She is still talking to you, that has to mean something. Be patient, P. You two could never stay away from each other too long."

They were right. Of course, they were.

Later that night, Paige sent Azzi one last message. Nothing overly dramatic, just a quiet promise that she wouldn’t push, that she would wait. And one more thing she couldn’t keep in:

How proud she was of Azzi.

Because that was the truth, Azzi had been brilliant on her first day. She was more confident and fearless than Paige had been in her own debut. Paige hadn’t had anyone in Dallas to believe in her, but she would be damned if she didn’t become that person for Azzi, regardless of their official connection at the moment.

After that, Paige went to bed a bit calmer with a clear plan in her mind. Because as long as Azzi hadn’t shut the door and lock it… she wasn’t going to walk away. Not again. Not this time.

So the next day, Paige shifted her focus.

She didn’t seek Azzi out, didn’t hover or linger or press for more than what was being offered. When Azzi looked tense, Paige gave her space. When their paths crossed, she kept it professional.

She didn’t want to make it feel like a chase. She didn’t want Azzi scanning the gym for exits or feeling cornered during cooldowns. That was the last thing she wanted.

She let Azzi come to her in her own time. And in the meantime, Paige did what she’s always done best, spoke with action.

And within a couple of days, she started to notice the shift. They were small, quiet changes in Azzi’s behaviour that maybe no one else would have caught. But Paige did.

It began with the coconut water.

Every day since that first delivery, Paige made sure there was one waiting in Azzi’s locker before practice. She never said a word about it, but she noticed immediately that Azzi stopped hesitating at the cooler to pick up something.

She knew that a bottle would be waiting for her at the same place each day. And each time she found it tucked neatly into the same corner, she’d glance across the room toward Paige. Just a quick glance and then a small smile, a gentle one.

At lunches, it became even clearer.

They usually sat in clusters, scattered around the cafeteria tables. One afternoon, there were two open seats, one between Kelsey and Paige, and another down at the far end next to Rae. Without hesitation, Azzi slid into the spot beside Paige.

They didn’t speak directly, but Azzi didn’t avoid the group conversation either. She laughed when Julie told some ridiculous story about her rookie-year. She added a comment here and there, light and easy and when Paige commented on the story herself, Azzi did not tighten up, did not freeze. She even laughed at one of her jokes.

Paige didn’t press, but she couldn’t help the way it warmed her, the way Azzi didn’t flinch from sharing space with her anymore.

And then when it came to the court, Paige never held back.

Whatever careful distance she tried to keep off the hardwood, whatever emotional restraint she practiced in the hallways and locker room, all of it dropped the second the ball was in play.

Paige didn’t overthink it, she just played from her heart.

She knew Azzi’s game as well as her own, maybe better, and nothing about that had changed. She read her timing instinctively, cleared space for her cuts without thinking and adjusted her pace to open the floor. Not to impress her or to prove a point, just because that’s what you do for your teammate as a point guard.

Especially when your teammate has the fastest release in the league, a shot repertoire that borders on Steph Curry's, and her name is Azzi Fudd.

Even Kelsey took notice of that. When one day Azzi dropped four straight threes in a 5-on-5 scrimmage, Plum pulled Paige aside with a crooked grin and a low mutter. "Her release is so damn fast. I get why you wanted to play with her as soon as possible again," she said, half admiring. "We have a real chance for the playoffs with her." Paige just grinned and nodded proudly.

But what mattered more than anything though, was the fact that after a few days it didn’t feel one-sided anymore. Azzi started meeting her halfway.

After plays, the familiar touches returned. High fives, quick shoulder bumps, those little physical acknowledgements that used to be second nature became part of their on-court communication again.

And when Paige threaded a no-look bounce pass through two defenders to hit Azzi perfectly in stride for a fast-break layup, Azzi turned on the jog back and gave her a grin so bright and unguarded that it almost made Paige stumble.

It was the kind of smile she hadn’t seen in months, the kind that made her chest tighten in the best and worst ways.

And just like that, the rhythm they once shared began to resurface. No big declarations, no long conversations. Just the feel of something familiar settling back into place.

Then came the moment Paige didn’t plan for.

They were deep into a half-court scrimmage. Azzi had just missed two clean looks and turned the ball over once in the span of a few possessions.

Nothing that couldn’t happen to anyone, especially during such early stages of the season. But one of the second-unit guards, Wilson, muttered under her breath as she passed by. Something about Azzi not being first-pick material.

It wasn’t loud, but it didn’t need to be. Paige heard it and Azzi did too.

Before she could even think about it, Paige shut it down. She did not make it about Azzi, she did it professionally, as a leader. She made it about the culture they were building in the Sparks, where blaming each other will not stand as long as she is part of that team.

Kelsey backed her immediately and just like that, it was handled. No drama, but also no doubt that Paige was already shaping the tone of this team. And no one questions her right to do it.

But even as the play resumed, Paige was still buzzing from the adrenaline of it. And as they fell into defense, her body moved before her mind caught up. She stepped just close enough to Azzi to brush her fingers twice against her hip. It was their silent way of saying: You good? I’ve got you.

As soon as she did it, her stomach dropped. She hadn’t meant to do it. It wasn’t a message or a move, it was pure reflex.

She held her breath, waiting. Azzi looked at her and nodded as a confirmation.

Paige exhaled slowly, the tightness in her chest loosening just a little. She turned her focus back to the play, but something had shifted.

For the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel like she was chasing something that had already slipped away.

She was fighting for the love of the game and the love of Azzi Fudd.

Azzi POV - 7th day of training

The locker room buzzed with that warm post-practice energy.

Cam was stretched out across the middle of the floor, humming along to Paige’s playlist as she twisted her back with a dramatic groan. Rickea was on her knees, half inside her duffel bag, cursing out loud about a missing compression sleeve.

Azzi was still laced into her sneakers, hair damp and tied back, perched on her chair with both feet flat to the ground. She was relaxed, chatting easily with the two of them about their plans for tomorrow, their first day off since training camp started.

"I might go check out an apartment," she said, wiping sweat from her brow with her wrist. "There’s a spot near Playa del Rey that was recommended to me."

"Come to the Lakers game with us after," Rickea said immediately. "Half the team’s going. We get tickets, and I have the cutest outfit picked out already."

Azzi laughed. "Might be up for it. Depends on when I am done with the apartment."

Before anyone could add more, a loud clap cracked through the room.

"Okay!" Kelsey’s voice rang out, grinning like she’d just pulled off a heist. "Everybody, listen up for a second."

Azzi turned instinctively towards her.

Paige stood beside Kelsey, arms crossed, still slightly flushed from practice. Her smile was soft but confident, and Azzi’s heart did that thing it had started doing again lately.

"This is serious business," Paige said, voice low and mock-serious. "Don’t make us regret this."

Kelsey jumped in.

"Team dinner at 7 p.m. tonight at High Rooftop Lounge in Venice. The night is covered by your very generous point guards.” She pointed at herself and then at Paige.

The room exploded. Cheers and claps from everyone. Cam yelled "I knew I liked y’all!" and Rae threw her hands in the air like she was celebrating a bucket.

Azzi laughed, caught off guard by how easy the joy felt.

She turned toward Paige again, only to find Paige was already looking at her. Their eyes met. No smirk this time, just a soft look on her face. The one she used to give when everything around them was chaotic and Paige just needed to check in, to make sure Azzi was okay in the middle of it all.

Azzi held her gaze, didn’t look away this time. She tilted her head just slightly. Are you sure about this?

Paige, as if hearing her thoughts, just gave a small shrug. And then the smallest, softest smile. It cracked something open in Azzi's chest.

Because this wasn’t the Paige she had watched spiral in Dallas. Not the Paige who stopped texting back, who shut down, who let their relationship wither in silence.

This was her Paige.

The one who planned things for her team, who lit up a room with her humour and sassiness. Who always, always made sure that Azzi was part of the decisions that mattered.

That version of Paige had vanished under pressure and expectations in Dallas, but now... now Azzi felt like Paige was slowly finding her way back. Maybe not entirely just yet, but she was slowly growing into herself again. And Azzi was not entirely sure how to handle that.

By the tame Azzi came to her senses, Paige had vanished from the post-practice locker room chaos for a second, and Azzi found herself glancing around unconsciously.

Then a towel flew past her head.

"Fudd," Cam said with a knowing look. "You just drifted off hardcore."

Azzi blinked. "What?"

Cam nodded toward the benches behind her. “Don't panic. She is right there.”

And there she was. Laughing mid-conversation with Kelsey, tugging off her tank top. Azzi could swear she was intentionally doing it in slow motion, backlit by the harsh locker room light like she was starring in some absurdly hot Gatorade commercial.

Azzi’s brain short-circuited for a beat. Mouth slightly open. Eyes not even trying to be subtle.

She didn’t realize she was still staring until Rickea muttered, "Oh no. You got it bad, girl."

"Shut up," Azzi said instantly, yanking the hood of her sweatshirt up like that would somehow hide the blush crawling up her neck.

"You are smiling," Rickea sing-songed.

"Shut. Up."

Cam just chuckled from the floor. "We are not judging. We are just… observing the thirst."

Azzi dropped her gaze, hands fumbling with her shoelaces, but it was no use. Her pulse was racing, stomach fluttering like a middle schooler with a first crush.

And when she looked up again, Paige was already watching her.

Their eyes met across the room, and it was immediate. Paige knew exactly what she’d done. That tank top didn’t come off by accident, not like that, those muscles had no business getting so tense all of a sudden. That angle that highlighted her cheekbones while she turned to Plum before...it was all intentional. Paige knew what Azzi noticed, what made her stare.

And Paige was leaning into it now, subtle but smug, like she was testing the waters with a show she knew would land.

Azzi tilted her head slightly, barely a reaction, but enough.

You are pulling this now?

Paige just raised an eyebrow, gave a tiny shrug, and let that crooked half-smile spread across her face, the one that used to unravel Azzi way too easily.

And it was working again.

Azzi looked away fast, forcing her eyes down to her shoes like they might ground her. But her skin was still humming, her pulse still too fast, and no matter how she tried to downplay it, she couldn’t forget that look.

Whatever this thing between them was now, it wasn’t harmless anymore. It wasn’t just old chemistry sparking for a second before fading back into memory.

It was live and charged. And Paige knew exactly what she was doing.

Azzi stood outside the facility, her duffel bag slung over one shoulder, the other hand shoved into the pocket of her hoodie. Her legs were toast, the kind of deep, satisfying fatigue that curled into your spine and didn’t let go. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, ankles creaking, trying not to groan out loud.

Her phone buzzed. Uber: three minutes away.

She sighed and leaned against the sun-warmed wall, letting the light hit her face for a second. Inside, she could still hear the hum of teammates lingering still. She could’ve stayed too, but her social battery was done. She just needed a few minutes of silence alone to let her body settle before the team dinner.

Her heart too, if she was being honest.

And then she heard footsteps. Not rushed but definitely not casual either. It sounded familiar.

She didn’t need to look up to know who it was. The sound gave it away, like someone walking toward her while second-guessing every step. Only one person would approach her like that right now.

She opened her eyes anyway. Paige. Of course it was Paige.

She was walking toward her, slower than usual, changed into grey sweatpants, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, cheeks flushed like she’d spent the last five minutes arguing with herself.

Her fingers were doing that thing again, rubbing nervously against each other, fidgety and restless in a way Azzi had only ever seen in a handful of moments.

When Paige had tried to ask her out that first fall at UConn. When she’d asked her to be her girlfriend. When she’d asked her to be her date to the draft.

It was Paige’s tell. The giveaway that something mattered too much and she couldn’t mask the nerves.

Azzi stayed still and just watched her.

Their eyes met halfway through the walk. Paige slowed, realising she was caught in the moment but did not retreat. There was a quiet dare in her eyes. A flicker of that same smugness from earlier in the locker room, but it was softened now, threaded with something gentler. Hope, maybe. A bit of fear too.

Azzi didn’t smile right away. She just held her gaze, unreadable but open. Paige offered a sheepish, hopeful smile in return.

"I feel like I should be better at this by now," she said, her voice light but tight around the edges.

Azzi tilted her head, her expression unreadable but not unkind. "Better at what?"

Paige shrugged, still fidgeting. "Just… not overthinking everything with you."

Azzi didn’t reply right away. That landed heavier than Paige maybe meant it to. But she didn’t flinch, she just waited.

"So," Paige tried again, clearing her throat. "This might sound dumb, but… I was thinking… if you want… I could give you a ride to dinner tonight. I know you’ve been Ubering to practice all week, and I’m already picking up Julie. I think your place isn’t far from hers. So it just kind of makes sense." A pause. "Not like a thing, unless you want it to be. Or not. It doesn’t have to be anything. I just figured—"

She stopped herself, eyes widening at the mess she had made out of her own offer.

Azzi blinked. "You ramble more than you used to."

Paige gave a weak laugh, ears turning red. "Yeah, well. You make it hard to think straight."

Azzi’s lips twitched. That one snuck under her defenses.

"I’ll be ready by 6.15 p.m.," she said simply, pulling her phone from her pocket. "I will text you the address."

Paige froze but her whole face lit up, she made no attempts to play it cool. "Wait, seriously?"

Azzi gave her a slow nod. "Seriously."

"Oh. Cool. Yeah. Great. Perfect." Paige nodded too fast, then caught herself, hand flying to the back of her neck. "I’ll be there."

Paige stepped back, still fidgeting with her sleeves. “Okay. See you then.”

She turned to leave, and Azzi let herself look, really look. Longer limbs than she remembered. Broader shoulders. That golden ponytail catching the sunlight just right. She looked different now. But she also looked exactly like the girl Azzi used to love so fiercely she forgot to be afraid of it.

"Paige."

She turned on instinct, like she'd been waiting to be called back.

Azzi met her eyes, a little softer now. "Thanks for making me shine this week."

Paige’s face softened into something gentler. "You made yourself shine, Azz,” she said. "I just passed the ball."

And then she walked off, a little bounce in her step now, like she couldn’t help it.

Azzi didn’t move. Her phone buzzed again, Your Uber has arrived, but she stayed where she was, eyes still on the spot where Paige had just stood. Her chest was warm, humming with something she couldn’t name yet but didn’t want to shake off either.

Because that look Paige gave her, that little smirk, that hopeful hesitation, the way she’d lingered?

It didn’t feel like something ending. It felt like something beginning again.

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A Girl Named Lucy

Oscar piastri x fem!reader

Summary: Oscar has been trying to go on a date with you for a while now, but you decline again and again. One day, he finally asks why, not knowing the secret you keep behind doors.

Second Person POV

Warning: mentions young pregnancy

You were at the Monaco GP, walking around the paddock with your daughter, Lucy.

You were one of the sports biggest sponsors and promoters, so you went to almost every race you could. Also working a little behind the scenes.

You and Lucy had a quick little break after the race, so you decide to take her to explore the circuit.

"Ok mom look at that!" She says, looking to a drink.

"Babes, you're only 5. You can't have that." You say, slightly laughing.

She was jumping for joy all over the place, her ginger hair bouncing around, her little pink coat that she insisted on wearing, flapping around her waist as she walked.

"Do you have to go to work again?" She asked, her voice small.

"Yeah, I do. But you are going to sit in the garage with Uncle Lewis and spend time with him." You say, crouching down to her level.

"Okay." She sighed out. You smile and grab her hand lightly, taking her through the crowd of people.

Some were taking pictures, some were exploring, some were... everywhere. But it started to get crowded. And you felt that through Lucy's hand.

Squeezing tighter and tighter. You crouch down slightly, picking her up a balancing ber on your hip.

"You okay?" You ask, her head cuddling into your neck.

"I don't like the people." She says.

"I know, I'm sorry baby, but I had no one to watch you today." You tell her, rubbing her back.

You try to walk quicker, squeezing through the crowd, making your way to the Ferrari garage.

"Lewis." You call out, suddenly he comes running out in your direction.

"Hi y/n." He says giving you a hug.

"Hi." You smile, hugging him back.

"Hey lucy." He says, holding up his hand for a high-five, but she ignores it.

"You ready to have a fun day with Uncle Lewis?" You ask. She shakes her head, gripping on to you tighter.

"Baby I have to go. I'll be back soon." You say.

"No, I don't want you to leave." She says.

"I'll be right back, I promise." You say, managing to pry her off and put her back on the ground. She only finds your hand and holds it tight.

"Look, you and Uncle Lewis are going to have such a great time, baby. I promise."

"But I want to stay with you."

"I know." You crouch down. "I know. Tell you what, when we go home tonight, we can do whatever you want." You say.

"Like eat ice cream for dinner?"

"Well, of course! You can do that." You say, putting your hand on her side slightly, hugging her. She hugs back tightly.

She slowly lets go of you, and you stand up.

"Thanks for letting me watch her." Lewis says, taking her hand.

"You know it's no problem." You say, hugging him slightly.

"I promise I'll be back soon." You say, walking out of the garage and down to the McLaren garage.

"Y/n, your late." Zak said, crossing his arms and looking at you.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I got side tracked." You say, sitting in a chair across from him. Lando was by his side. Oscar was next to you.

"Doing what?"

"I just... lost track of time, talking with another team about something." You say.

"Right well, we need to review footage of this race, talk strategies, analyze the performance." He says. All of you nod and get out your laptops, sharing the link that he emailed you.

"You sure you don't want to go out with me?" Oscar whispers to you.

"I'm sure." You giggle.

You all start watching the same video. Zak began the video as you took out a notebook, getting ready to write a lot.

"See, there." Zak says, pausing the video.

"Turn 5, you should have braked there. Any other place you could have gone flying into the wall." Zak said, looking at Lando.

"Yeah, I know." Lando said quietly, crossing his arms.

Zak continued talking about the race, going over each little thing until we were done.

You got up and stood outside of the garage, having a few minutes alone before getting Lucy.

"Hey y/n." A voice said behind you, you look over your shoulder to see Oscar there.

"Hey." You say quietly. There was a moment of silence between you.

"Right, I'm just going to ask you." He says, pausing. "Why don't you want to go out with me? Like are- is it me?" He asks.

"No, no it's not you it's just." You breath out.

"I can't really... go on a date. Just, a lot going on now, I don't really have the time." You say slowly.

"It's okay. I understand that."

"I'd love to go on a date with you, you do see like a really nice guy. I just can't." You say.

"Wait- you don't have a boyfriend or anything right?" He asks.

"No, it's not that just... I don't know, I'm sorry."

"Hey, it's okay. Figured I try at least." He joked.

"Ohh momm." A little voice says from afar.

You shut your eyes and shake your head lightly, freezing in the moment.

"There you are!" Lucy says. You turn around to see her run up to you, and Lewis running after her.

"Sorry y/n, she outran me" Lewis said, eventually catching up to us.

"It's okay." You say, crouching down to Lucy.

"Are you okay?" You ask. She nods.

"Uncle Lewis gave me ice cream and he let me pet his dog and he let me watch the cars on the computer!" She says excitedly.

"Well it sounds like you had fun." You say, she nods.

You look up to see Lewis give you 'are you good?' look. You nod and he slowly walks away.

"Can we leave?" She asks, clinging on to you.

"In a minute." You say. You pick her up again, slowly turning to Oscar, who had a surprised look on his face.

"Surprise." You say slowly.

"You have a kid?"

"Teen pregnancy."

"Is her dad still in the picture?"

"No, he left a while ago." You say.

"What her name?" He asks.

"Lucy."

"What a lovely name." He says.

"Lucy, say hi." You say, she shakes her head and cuddles deeper into your neck.

"Okay, sorry." You say.

"It's fine, honestly." He says, smiling. You both go silent again.

"Uhm- how about this, maybe tonight I could... come over and we could hang out, not a date if you don't want it to be." He suggests.

"Sure." You say.

"Perfect. What time?"

"Maybe around 6." You say.

"Alright, I'll see you at six then." He smiles. He walks back into the garage and you walk out of the paddock, through the crowds of people again.

"You ready?" You ask Lucy, who was buckled in her car seat. She nods her head and you start to drive back to your apartment.

"Is that guy coming over today?" Lucy asks quietly.

"Yeah, he's just coming over for a couple of hours." You say.

"Why?"

"Because that's what friends do, they hang out with each other."

"Can I still have ice cream for dinner?" She asks.

"Hm, how much did Uncle Lewis give you earlier?" You ask.

"Just one, with a cone."

"Okay, that's fine." You say, pulling up to the apartment building.

"With sprinkles?"

"Well of course! You can't have ice cream with out sprinkles." You say, getting out and unbuckling her.

We walk up to the building, walking through the lobby and to the elevator. You were on a pretty high floor so it took you a while to get there.

You walk down the hallway and stop at your door, unlocking it and walking inside.

"Why don't you color in the living room, I'll be back." You say, she nods and you walk back to your bedroom, changing into different clothes.

You were doing some chores around the house, cleaning up a bit for when Oscar came over. Lucy was coloring in the living room, and you were making her ice cream.

"Here you go baby." You say, handing her the bowl.

She quickly sets her drawing stuff aside and dig's into her 'dinner.'

You were back in the kitchen, cleaning up when you hear on a knock on the door. You walk over to it, opening it to see Oscar there.

"Hey, come on in." You say. He walks in, standing awkwardly to the side.

You walk into the living room, both sitting down on the couch.

"Hi." Lucy says, looking up at Oscar from the floor.

"Hey Lucy." He says politely.

"Are you in the cars to?" She asks.

"Uh- what?" He says, looking at me.

"Do you race." You elaborate.

"Ah- then yes I am." He says.

"Are you as fast as Uncle Lewis?"

"I like to think so." He said, she quickly went back to coloring and eating her ice cream.

"I had no idea you and Lewis were related." He said, looking over at you.

"We're not... he was there from the beginning. Helped out, always babysat when she needed to be. Things like that." You say, he nods.

"Can you hang this on the fridge?" Lucy asks, holding up a picture in your direction. You nod and look at it.

A picture of her in a Ferrari car, going around a track. You giggle at it, turning it around to show Oscar.

"She's going to be the next gen of F1." He says, smiling.

"You should let me drive your car." Lucy says, turning to Oscar.

"Oh really? Well I'm sure you could. You seem like you know what your doing, yeah?" He asks.

"I do! I watch them go in circles for hours and hours. And someone wins!" She said. She slowly crawled up on the couch, sitting between you and Oscar.

"That's right." He smiles.

"How do you use the bathroom?" She asks him. He laughed slightly.

"We don't, we have to hold it." He said, she gasped.

"How do you eat?"

"We do it before the race."

"How do you drink?"

"We have our bottle, and a tube like thing, and drink it while we drive."

"Do you drive the car fast on the road?" She asks, he looks at you confusingly for an answer.

"Do you drive that car, that fast on the main roads." You say.

"No, I don't. Unfortunately were not aloud to."

"That's mean." She said.

"Very mean." He agreed, smiling at her.

They talked for a while, mostly about racing and work. It had been a couple of hours since he was here.

"Thanks for coming over." You say, the both of you standing at the door.

"I had fun. It was nice to meet her. I do have to say, she loves racing." He says, smiling.

"She's always like that. Honestly I don't know where she get's it from. I think Lewis has been teaching her to much." You giggle.

"Hey, it's never to early to get a jump on things." He says. There was a moment of silence between the two of you.

"So... I met Lucy. Does that mean we can go on a date?" He asks, smirking.

"A date?"

"Yes, A date."

"Your not... nervous?"

"Why would I be?"

"Because I have a whole kid. I mean-"

"And she's lovely. You've raised her right." He said quietly.

"Look, how about this Saturday, at 6. I'll figure out the details. All you have to do is get Uncle Lewis to come babysit." He said.

"Deal." You smile. He pulls you into a hug.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He says, opening the door.

"See you tomorrow." You smile.

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yeahxsurexokay13 · 17 hours ago

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mi amor, carlos sainz

summary: yn finds herself caught up in a controversy following the start of her world tour and carlos feels the need to stand up for his girlfriend [singer!reader]

warnings: online harassment and misogynistic comments.

a/n: finally got round to writing the request by @totheluna for a carlos smau using the prompt "i'm not defending you because you are a woman. i'm defending you because you are MY woman" (hope it meets your expectations). i thought of this controversy from two years ago with an artist i love, aitana, and used that for the story. enjoyyyy x

fc: dua lipa

y/n.y/l ✓

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y/n.y/l mood because tour starts TONIGHT!!! see you in a few for opening night, o2 🥲🥲🥲🥲❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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user1 SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP it's finally happening. see you tonight!!!❤️

user2 Good luck tonight 🫶🏼🫶🏼

user3 not u casually selling out the o2 😭😭😭 you've come so far

user5 i'm so nosy i need to know if carlos is attending blink twice if yes

user12 i mean he IS in london so.... 🙈

user4 uhm not to start rumours but charles and lando are in london too and they were seen with carlos this morning....

user6 if she does 'mi amor' i will black out i swear

user7 SEE YOU THERE!!!!!! 👑

user11 the hold she has on me is not normal

user8 imagine being carlos sainz and THIS is your girlfriend. i'd never shut up

user9 ready to lose my voice 🫡

user10 SEEING YOU IN EXACTLY A MONTH I AM SO EXCITED

25 February 2024

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CelebWhispers Pop sensation Y/n Y/l kicked off her world tour last night at the O2, and her performance got everyone talking... but not all for the right reasons. Fans are divided over the sensual dance moves she incorporated into her performance of 'Mi Amor', sparking a flood of reactions from praise to serious shade.

What do you think? Let us know in the comments!

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user1 her vocals were amazing and the choreography just shows her confidence!!! I can't see the problem

user2 i’m sorry but yn doing THAT choreo with lando and charles watching?? nooOO girl what are you doing

user11 they're not 13. lando and charles are grown men. yn is a grown woman. calm down.

user12 i mean… some of those moves were a little extra ngl 🙄

user3 don't like it? don't watch. simple as that imo 🤷🏽‍♂️

user4 it's literally that: a performance. people are just mad she's hot and talented 😌

user5 there's sexy and then there's… whatever that was

user6 people acting like she did a strip tease omg it was literally a choreographed number to a song!! grow up.

user7 can't believe @/carlossainz55 is okay with his gf performing like that. zero self respect from her and zero standards from him!

carlossainz55 ✓ what is unbelievable is thinking a woman showing confidence on stage is a lack of self respect.

user13 i NEVER thought i'd see carlos sainz dragging someone on main and yet here we are

user14 a man who defends his partner publicly??? GREEN FLAG

user8 with your bf's friends in the audience? hmm

user9 imagine thinking a woman should water down her talent bc her boyfriend's friends are in the room. be SO serious 💀

user10 this?? THIS is what u all are offended by??? get help

26 February 2024

CelebWhispers

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CelebWhispers Drama continues at the O2!

Following the opening night of Y/n Y/l's world tour in London, the singer appeared to respond to the online backlash during last night's concert by making a clear gesture to the crowd just before performing the dance moves that sparked controversy on night one.

Is this confidence or defiance? Either way, she doesn't seem to be backing down anytime soon!

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user1 that smirk before the move?? she KNOWS what she's doing🙂‍↕️

user2 um i loVE HER??!!!?

user3 i was THERE and the arena ROARED omg

user7 Feels a bit petty to respond to haters live on stage...

user4 oh! sorry ma'am, you dropped this 👑

user5 the most elegant middle finger i’ve ever seen LMAOO

user6 no because she’S A LEGEND FOR THIS!!

user8 Honestly I think it just draws more attention to the controversy

user9 Was that really necessary? 🙃

user10 she really said 'I read your tweets and I do not care<3'

27 February 2024

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nostalgiaforplacesweneverknew · 21 hours ago

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It could be a headcanon of Lewis Pullman's characters reacting to his girlfriend's (who has vision problems) new glasses because the new ones look good on her.

As a girl who wears glasses, I love this <3 thank you for sending this in!

Lewis Pullman characters x fem!Reader | 2.0k | Headcanon, tons of fluff <3, a little bit suggestive but nothing explicit (still, 18+/MDNI).

You could be doing something so mundane, like sitting at the dining table going over some mail or personal documents or something, and Rocco Gauthier doesn’t really understand it himself—but he is ready to wife you up. You absentmindedly push your glasses up your nose when they slide down and he's like, “Oh my god, marry me.” And you’re so puzzled? But also like, “Okay???” not thinking he’s serious. But then he’s giving you a ring and telling you he wants a fall wedding. Next step? Baby making, of course 😏

I love the idea of Bob Reynolds finding you asleep on the couch after watching TV or something, and he’s just like smiling wryly to himself like, “oh, silly girl, she did it again”. He goes over to maybe gently wake you up so you can go sleep in your bed, or maybe he’s about to princess carry you back to your room… but then he notices them, your new glasses. And for a minute, he’s just… really soft? He’s suddenly overcome with this really quiet, swelling affection for you. He sits on the couch right next to you just to look at you for a few seconds, brushing some hair away from your face near the temples. You stir under his touch, and when you open your eyes and smile at him, he’s whispering, “you’re beautiful”.

Miles Miller loves them, of course. He spends that first day just staring at you while you talk, maybe quietly reaching out to touch them like he’s still getting used to them, like he loves that there’s something new about you for him to memorize. And when guests at the hotel comment on them, he gets this tiny, proud little smile on his face, like yeah, he’s the one who gets to kiss the pretty, glasses-wearing dream girl behind the front desk.

Bob Floyd can’t stop sneaking glances at you, eyes flicking up to your face and then darting away. Then back again. Then away again. “You look… different, is all,” he says shyly when you ask him what’s wrong, and then his cheeks turn pink, “Not bad different! Like, good different… really good.” He also thinks it’s really funny because, before, you could just kiss him without a problem but now one of you has to take off your glasses first so they don’t crash into each other—so now whenever you take off your glasses, even for totally innocent reasons, he’s already licking his lips in anticipation.

I don’t think Calvin Evans would gush or make any grand declarations. We know Calvin doesn’t place a huge emphasis on looks, so his reaction is much more subdued, but of course he still notices right away. “You got new glasses,” he’d say, a bit flat, more observational than anything else. But then his gaze lingers for a little longer than usual, like he’s studying you. “I like how you looked before, but I really like this too.” And it’s such a simple, quiet statement, but it makes you warm and fuzzy on the inside anyway. He doesn’t say much more about it, but occasionally he reaches out to brush your cheek near the frame whenever you’re standing close. And of course, because he’s a doting husband, he carries extra microfibre cloths for you in case you need something to clean your glasses with. Or you can just use his sleeve, no big deal.

“You changed something,” Thomas Keefer says when he gets home one day, just back from the gym or from a run, all sweat-tousled and pink-cheeked. You point to your new glasses and he just nods once, still staring, still catching his breath. “You don’t like them?” You ask, but he’s shaking his head, “Didn’t say that.” And because he’s a reserved military man, all buttoned-up, disciplined and emotionally in control all the time, he says something super clinical like, “They’re nice. Sharp, clean lines.” You just give him this unimpressed look before he exhales through his nose, maybe on something of a laugh. He leans in close and drops his voice to something quiet and low, just for you, “Damn, that look is lethal.” Then he kisses you, slow and deliberate, and you’re much more satisfied with that answer.

Jordan Weaver pretends not to notice at first just to mess with you, because he’s such a little shit. You walk in and he doesn’t react, not even a glance. You step into his line of sight and he briefly looks up from a magazine he’s flipping through, then back down again, casually asking, “Hey babe, what’s up?” And you’re like, “Well? What do you think?” He looks up again to give you the world’s most exaggerated once-over… “About what?” You throw a pillow at him and he finally laughs, “Okay, okay! Damn.” Then he’s pulling you close to give you a real look, one that’s a little cocky and soft all at once. “You look like a sexy teacher… I’m into it. Like, way into it. You gonna teach me somethin’, honey?”

Todd Stevens does a double take, and then he’s coming closer to get right up in your space. “Damn, sweetheart, are you tryin’ to start something, or…?” And he goes on about how you’re giving off sexy librarian vibes and it’s giving him ideas—“Can I come see you after class, ma’am?” and the next time you dress up for nighttime shenanigans you’re wearing a knit cardigan and your glasses are hanging off a beaded necklace and Todd is just so flabbergasted but he’s kind of into it? And also, “You look so hot, I’m gonna have to fight off other boys now. You gonna make me get violent?” And I just—I’m weak.

Rhett Abbot is in front of the house tinkering with his truck, when you walk up wearing your new glasses. He glances up when he hears your footsteps and just freezes, doesn’t say a word for a good five seconds. Then finally: “That look’s dangerous, sweetheart... reckon I’ll be gettin’ in trouble all week because of you.” And he’s just looking at you like the sun’s just come up behind you and he’s never seen anything prettier <3

Harrison Knott pauses mid-step when he sees you, then clutches his chest like he’s been shot. “Are you trying to kill me? How am I supposed to function when you’re so dang cute?” But you’re still unsure, and when you’re staring into a mirror wondering out loud if you should’ve just gotten contacts instead, Harrison’s protesting immediately. He showers you with like five different compliments in under five minutes, telling you how obsessed he is with the new look. “I don’t look like a nerd?” You ask him, and he’s like, “Are you kidding? That’s why it’s hot.”

Major Major falls in love a little more, thinks you look so sophisticated and elegant. He’s so smitten, maybe stops talking mid-sentence, his eyes going a little wide and his mouth hanging open. He blushes adorably when he realizes he’s staring, when he realizes the whole room just heard him say, without realizing, “…So pretty”. When someone else compliments them, he’ll lean in and mutter something like, “I told you they look nice.” In fact, he likes them so much that sometimes, when you take them off, he’s flustered and asking, “Wait—put them back on for a second… please?”

Ben Mears keeps glancing at you over his computer screen, smiling because you’re giving off more writer vibes than he is. You’re holding your new glasses by one of the temples, the tip tucked between your lips as you read over a draft of his latest manuscript, brows furrowed in concentration and he’s suddenly overwhelmed with the urge kiss you silly. Instead, because you’re trying to be productive and he wants to respect that, he has you come sit in his lap—maybe it’ll inspire him to write something fun. Well, soon he’s kissing all over your neck and your shoulders anyway so it backfires.

𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐕𝐈𝐕 ༊*·˚

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