#That’s all I’ve got for now but just know I’m excited

[moonstruckme]

Thanks for being patient with me! This is edited on about four hours of sleep so apologies for any errors <3

part 1 │ part 2 │ part 3 │ part 4 │part 5 │ part 6 │ part 7 │ part 8

roommate!James x shy!reader ♡ 1.6k words

Water sizzles on the stove. You reach over to turn down the heat, your side heating from its proximity to the boiling water, before spinning back around to keep speed-chopping onion. This is a result of poor planning. 

It’s possible that some of your nerves could be reinterpreted as excitement. Giddiness, even. You’re finally—finally—doing something to try and repay all the kindness James shows you. You’ve felt like such a mooch, eating his cooking and stealing his time with his friends, but last week had been too much for you to take. He’d discovered the stomach bug you were weathering, and James had completely devoted the next two days of his life to making sure you were looked after. 

Your fever had gotten so out of hand he’d very nearly followed through on his favorite threat (going into your phone while you’re sleeping and phoning your mum), and though you’d done your best to downplay it at the time there are admittedly gaps in your memory wherein you think you were simply too out of it to know what was going on. It’s not a very comforting thought when you’re harboring a humiliating crush on your roommate; you may well have been just as talkative as James always is, you don’t know. At least he hasn’t said anything. 

He had, thankfully, managed to avoid catching it. You’re not sure how he managed what no one on your shift at work did, but you assume it has something to do with all that kale he eats. Which is why you’re doing your best to make the thank-you meal you’re making him as healthy as might suit his standards. 

You hear his key in the door, and a little frisson goes up your spine. 

“You’re early,” you accuse as he walks in. 

“Since when do you know when my training ends?” James asks. You sound like you’re sniping at one another, but as usual the joviality in his tone is unmissable. 

The sounds of his entrance are familiar, perhaps more ingrained in your mind than they ought to be. Keys jingling as he hangs them on the hook, shoes toed off and left by the mat, heavy footsteps headed for wherever you are in the apartment. 

When he finds you in the kitchen, you both speak at once. 

“What happened to your shoulder?” 

“You know how to cook?” 

“Hurt it at training,” James answers, shrugging with the shoulder that doesn’t have an ice pack held to it. He’s probably too nice for it to occur to him to withhold his answer until you’ve given yours, as had been your first thought. “What are you making?” 

“How did you hurt it?” Worry pries at your tone. Your hands have stilled on the cutting board. 

“We had a scrimmage, and I got shoulder-barged.” He gives you a smile, a shadow of the real thing, but gentler. Reassuring. “It’s not bad.” 

You frown. “I don’t know what that means.” 

“Didn’t expect you to, love.” 

“Why do you need to ice it if it’s not bad?” 

There’s a look in James’ eyes that’s wavering between smugness and softness. You balk at the sight of it. “I need to be a bit careful with it,” he hedges, “but it’ll be good by morning. Now, you’ve distracted me. Do you mean to tell me you’ve known how to cook this entire time?” 

“Yes,” you concede with a laugh. “I’ve always said I cook for myself when you’re not around.” 

“And here you are, doing it right before my eyes.” James leans on the counter with his good arm. He looks immensely entertained. “I’m honored.” 

“This isn’t just for me,” you say, looking down to resume chopping onion as your face warms slightly. “It’s for—” Another remonstrative hiss from the stove, and you whip around, moving the pot off the hot part entirely. You’re a bit relieved for the excuse to face away from him. “It’s for both of us. Also, I just want to provide a disclaimer right now that I never said I was good at cooking, only that I knew how.” 

James’ laugh rumbles behind you, just as you knew it would. He’s too easy. You can practically feel the force of his smile hitting your back, like the sunshine brought inside. 

“Here,” he says, taking a couple of steps toward you, “let me help.” 

“No!” You whirl again, stopping him before he can actually enter the kitchen. “No way. James, I’m trying to do something nice.” 

“And it is very nice,” he says, earnest. “It just seems like you could use a hand.” 

“I’ve got it,” you insist. Your hands are up to ward him off, but you put them at your sides when you realize how close they’re hovering to his chest. “It doesn't count as doing something for you if you do it yourself. Anyway, you’re incapacitated.” 

“I’m…” James looks confused, but then he glances down to his icing shoulder. “Oh, come on. I’m hardly immobilized.” 

“For all intents and purposes, you are.” You do your best to infuse your voice with conviction. You’ve found that’s usually the way with James. If you show any hesitation, he’ll turn on the charm and have you eating out of his hand before you know what’s happened. You herd him away from the kitchen. “Go sit down. Dinner will be ready soon.” 

You can’t help but be aware of him as you finish up, knowing he has to hear the sizzling when you accidentally spill things onto the stove or the one mumbled curse you’re not quick enough to bite back. All evidence that you’re not nearly as practiced a cook as James. You can practically feel his grin from a room over. Still, when it's done you’re fairly proud of yourself. 

James is beaming as he accepts his bowl. He hikes his knees up so you can pass between the couch and the coffee table, making a show of sniffing the steam rising from the food. 

“Is this risotto?” he asks, waiting for your little nod before his mouth drops open in astonishment. “You are so sneaky! I didn’t know you could cook at all, let alone fancy shit like this.” 

“It’s not that hard to make.” You look down at your fork as you raise it to your lips, blowing. 

“Sure it is! Loads of people have a hard time with it.” 

“Do you?” 

James grins, caught. You feel your own smile tugging at your lips as you take a bite.

He follows suit, forking a bit of the risotto and blowing to cool it before taking it in his mouth. His eyes dip closed, head lolling back, and he moans. 

“Oh my god, this is good. I’m never cooking again, now that I know you can do this.” 

You take another bite to avoid a response. You’re fairly sure the heat from your face could power the apartment for a month. 

James makes a few more over-the-top compliments of your culinary skills, which you deflect as best you can. As always, you eat mostly silently while he chatters, but when you look over your attention gets snagged on his shoulder. 

He’s only using the one hand to eat, bowl resting in his lap while you hold yours up closer to your face. His ice pack sits beside him now that he can’t hold it on anymore. You catch yourself gnawing on the inside of your lip. 

“Does it hurt?” you ask. 

James looks over, following your gaze. “Yeah,” he admits. “Nothing I’m not used to, though.” 

You feel your eyebrows pinch. “You get hurt often?” 

He smiles bemusedly. “It’s rugby, love. Getting a bit roughed up is part of the deal.” 

This doesn’t sit right with you. Though you hadn’t pondered it much before, you realize you’ve sort of been thinking of James, with his muscles and constant smiles and easygoing manner, as somewhat invincible. He seems like such a source of light in the world, it hadn’t occurred to you that anything bad could happen to him. You don’t like the idea of him being hurt. In any capacity. 

You realize this is likely playing out on your face when you notice James watching you. His eyes are soft. “As much as I would love to milk this for attention and maybe a sponge bath,” he says, setting his fork in his bowl, “it’s really not that bad. See?” 

He pulls down the sleeve of his shirt, and the effort to placate you is wasted. You take in a quiet, horrified gasp at the deeply colored bruise on James’ shoulder. One of your hands raises as if to touch it. It hovers in the space between you. 

“That’s not that bad?” you look at James in alarm. “It looks broken.” 

“It’s not,” he laughs. It’s a bit awkward, as close to self-conscious as you’ve ever seen him. “Trust me, I’ve had a couple broken bones in my time. It’s only bruised, and the muscle’s a bit strained.” 

The muscle, you’re noticing now, is quite substantial. Your focus is on the bruise, but the shoulder beneath it is eye-catching as well, hefty and taut-looking, presumably from the strain. That, or James is flexing. 

You raise your gaze quickly to his. Brown eyes tinged with smugness. 

“You’re worried about me.” His lips stretch into a grin. Not your favorite one in his arsenal. “Aw, sweetheart, I love you too.” 

You direct your attention back to your food, face hotter than hot. “I have justification for worry,” you say, the teasing tone you were going for undercut by the unintentional softness of your voice. “You’re voluntarily participating in a sport that seems like it’s trying to kill you.” 

James takes a self-satisfied bite of his risotto. “I don’t know, I was pretty worried when you fainted in my arms last week.” 

You side-eye him suspiciously. “I didn’t actually do that.” 

“Guess you’ll never know.” 

[pinkflower2003]

 ˗ˏˋ SHOUTOUT TO MY EX ! ´ˎ˗ smau

Charles Leclerc x ex!reader

Logan Sargeant x reader

yourusername: shoutout to my motherfucking ex, you’re really quite the man (not).

out next week, we can’t wait for you to hear this one!

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bestfriend1: he’s gonna wish he never broke your heart😛

username1: Charles diss track??

username2: this is about charles? have i missed a chapter? what happened??

username1: basically, yn was in a relationship with Charles Leclerc for around 4 years, she supported his whole career, was always at the races even though she had her own music career and a few months ago it came out in the media he was with another girl and he broke up with her whilst she was in the airport - a few weeks later he was posting with his new girlfriend and even got a dog with her. All in all he treated yn like shit and so i think this song is basically gonna be a fuck you to him.

username2: what the fuck charles

KellyPiquet: so excited for this one yn, cannot wait for you to absolutely rip him to shreds😇

MaxVerstappen: fuck him 🙂

GeorgeRussell: I WILL be having this song on repeat in the paddock area

AlexAlbon: Shoutout to my ex listening party at the next race?

LandoNorris: can i wear my yourbandname merch?

OscarPiastri: @/lando you have yourbandname merch?

LandoNorris: yeah? why wouldn’t i? the greatest girlband since the spice girls??

yourusername: @/lando i’ll even sign it for you hunny😘

LandoNorris: SCORE, definitely wearing it to the race listening party

DanielRicciardo: I will be singing it all day, don’t you worry sweetcheeks, you know how everyone loves my singing.

MaxVerstappen: please don’t sing it, we don’t want the song ruined just as it comes out.

DanielRicciardo: you told me you liked my singing😔

MaxVerstappen: I don’t remember telling you that ever.

Lilymhe: I have my weapons ready for war because of this song

KellyPiquet: me too🔫

francisca.cgomes: me three🔫

heidiberger_: me four🔫

Carmenmmundt: me five🔫

username3: I love that all the wags still love yn, even though she is no longer a wag, they still have her back🥹

Lilymhe: us wags stick together, especially when a man has done us wrong🥰

yourusername: i love you guys😭

CarlosSainz: you look amazing hermosa, cannot wait (apologies for my dumbass teammate, we all still love you at Ferrari❤️)

yourusername: bless you Carlos, it’s not yours or Ferrari’s fault at all, i still love you guys!

username4: this is all so public, i’m LIVING for the drama, now all we need is for Charles to comment.

Ferrari: as admin, please know that this song WILL be on repeat in the garage at the next race, just because you’ve always been my favourite 😊

yourusername: admin, i love you.

LoganSargent: cannot wait for the new song, yn. You’re amazing!

yourusername: aw Logan! missing you🫶🏻

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yourusername: my babies got me out the house @/lilymhe thank you for doing this and bringing everything one along - i love you all.

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Username4: IS THAT YN AND SOMEONE IN THE THIRD PIC?? IS THAT A NEW MAN??

username5: that is definitely yn, but the man i can’t make out who it is?? surely it’s not charles??

username4: fuck no that isn’t charles, i don’t think yn would be back with charles in a million years. If she went out with all the f1 drivers and their girlfriends, could it be another f1 driver??

username5: who is a single f1 driver though??

username4: i need to put my detective hat on for this one istg

GeorgeRussell: i don’t remember anything from last night

yourusername: you and fernando had a dance off

fernandoalonso: i definitely won (i think)

Carmenmmundt: i don’t think i’ve ever been so embarrassed watching George trying to do the splits on the dance floor

GeorgeRussell: i wondered why my legs hurt so much this morning

LandoNorris: I think I overdid it on the alcohol

OscarPiastri: considering you turned up in yn’s merch and then ran around telling everyone you knew her and that she was your best friend and you had already heard the new song - i would say yes, you slightly overdid it

LandoNorris: mate, i wasn’t even drunk at that point wym?

OscarPiastri: sometimes i wonder what happens in that mind of yours

Yourusername: my biggest fan lando🥲🫶🏻

LoganSargeant: loved seeing you last night yn, you looked beautiful as always💙

yourusername: you too logan ☺️

username6: MYSTERY MAN REVEALED? THIRD PIC MAN IS DEFINITELY LOGAN IS IT NOT? I SHIP IT

DanielRicciardo: please never get heartbroken again, it causes me to have one too many shots. I woke up in bed next to Max this morning

Maxverstappen: WHY DO YOU SAY THINGS LIKE THAT WITHOUT EXPLAINING??? Heidi and Kelly fell asleep on the same bed so me and daniel had no other choice but to sleep in the same bed.

DanielRicciardo: stop hiding me like a forbidden lover, just admit that we are married ✋🏼

MaxVerstappen: i hate you

Lilymhe: my forever girl, so happy you came out last night, and enjoyed having everyone there ;)

yourusername: LILY stop with the winky face

AlexAlbon: ;) you’re welcome for the introduction

yourusername: you’re just as bad as each other

Lilymhe: ;)

AlexAlbon: ;) we know

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yourusername: your love makes me feel like, dirty dancing in the moonlight

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username7: NEW SONG LYRIC? ALSO SOFT LAUNCH? NEW MAN? WHAT IS HAPPENING?

username8: ever since shoutout to my ex came out she has been GLOWING

username9: she deserves everything

username8: especially a good man aka logan

username9: we don’t necessarily know its logan

username8: oh, its logan alright i have a gut feeling

Lilymhe: THAT NOTE ARE U FR AHHHH

yourusername: that was exactly my reaction

lilymhe: @/alexalbon up your game

AlexAlbon: sometimes i wish i never introduce people because now i get told off😔

username10: SO YOU DID INTRODUCE THEM, they’re so bad at hiding things

GeorgeRussell: 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

Carmenmmundt: george, no

GeorgeRussell: but i haven’t done anything, i’m just wondering when I can interrogate him to see if he’s good enough for our yn

yourusername: georgie boy don’t get all protective on me now, you already did that with my ex

GeorgeRussell: he deserved that punch and you know it

yourusername: just don’t go round punching my boyfriends please

GeorgeRussell: i won’t unless they give me a reason too🥊

FernandoAlonso: if he hurts you we hurt him

DanielRicciardo: i second that

CarlosSainz: i third that

MaxVerstappen: please don’t have me fight another driver

Username11: they’ve literally just confirmed its another driver, can they literally not keep a secret

WilliamsRacing: hope to see you at the next race yn! - your new favourite admin

Ferrari: we’re heartbroken💔

WilliamsRacing: you did this to yourself

Ferrari: we’re disappointed in ourselves too😔

CharlesLecerc: really?

yourusername blocked CharlesLeclerc

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[racecardilfs]

aegean - fa14 smau

fernando alonso x fem!singer!reader

summary: fernando alonso and his girlfriend break up, but is it really over?

warnings: angst no fluff! some slut shaming moments, fernando does NOT look good in this one, but theres more going on behind the scenes i promise xx

a/n: this has no specific face claim, and the songs mentioned are from a variety of artists! there will be a list at the end of the post ♡ there is a part two to this all planned out, it will be posted shortly, hopefully!

my masterlist

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yourusername shout out to my girls 🫶 i love you forever!

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yourbsf1: YOURE SO PRETTY I LOVE YOU WIFE!!!!!

yourusername: NO YOU!!

alexandrasainmleux: pretty pretty girl!!

yourusername: can’t wait for another date with you gorgeous 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 charles_leclerc: excuse me? yourusername: you’re excused, vroom vroom boy 😒

user1: gorgeous gorgeous girls have breakup parties together

yourusername: you know it!!! user2: CONFIRMATION? IM DEVASTATED. RUINED. WALKING INTO THE OCEAN.

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fernandoalo_official Greece, you were beautiful🤩A few days off before it’s back to the track again! 🏎️

User3: Sir, I don’t know what you did, but you better fix it right the fuck now.

User4: how do you know it was his fault? we don't know anything yet User3: bc that woman is literally a saint, there’s no way it was her fault User5: don’t get me wrong, i love y/n so much, but there’s no way for us to know what happened. it might not have been anyones fault, and neither of them need this energy if they’re trying to get over their breakup :’( i’m rooting for both of them

Hater1: Always knew she was bad for you, congrats man!

astonmartinf1: see you soon, sir!

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yourusername been a little busy lately, but i’ve got something cooking for you all!

yourbsf2: love you so big <3

yourusername: i love you the biggest! 💓

alexandrasaintmleux: can’t wait for everyone else to hear it!!

user6: PLEASE TELL US WHAT YOU KNOW!!!! 🙏 alexandrasaintmleux: 🤫

user 7: oh… this is gonna wreck me, isnt it.

lilymhe: yeah… you’ll thank her though

user8: the last photo 💔 i promise it gets easier, y/n

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yourusername remember when i said i had something cooking? my album ‘aegean’ is out now. a lot of love and hurt went into this album, and now it’s yours. i hope it means as much to you as it does to me <333

finneas: it was such a blast to work with you on this album, lets do it again soon!!

yourusername: yes please!

francisca.cgomes: so proud of you babe, just lmk when you want to run away and elope!

yourusername: my bags are packed and waiting! pierregasly: guess i’ll just leave you both to it 🧍

yourbsf2: wow look at how cool and pretty and talented my best friend is, everyone!!!

yourusername: ugh i love you so much

alexandrasaintmleux: still so excited!!! can we please go get late night ice cream to celebrate

yourbsf1: seconded francisca.cgomes: thirded! yourusername: ok to the groupchat before this is a long chain xx alexandrasaintmleux: as you wish, babe 👩‍❤️‍👩

user8: oh my god???? surprise drop???? queen behavior

user9: i’m not crying, YOU’RE crying!

user10: ur crying too, dont lie! user9: ok yeah. have you HEARD aegean? how could i not be screaming crying throwing up.

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lilymhe this amazing, beautiful girl did something amazing and beautiful again! y/n, i am so so proud of everything you’ve accomplished. please never let the hurt keep you down, because you are absolutely incredible. We will always be there to pick you back up if you need it! midnight ice creams with you are something i will cherish forever 🫶

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yourusername: i love you sooo much lily <33333 thank you for being such an incredible friend

lilymhe: i love you forever 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

francisca.cgomes: pretty best friends stick together forever and ever

yourusername: men are temporary, girlfriends are forever

maisiehpeters: might need to move to monaco so i can come to every midnight ice cream from now on

lilymhe: you’re welcome every time!

user11: how do i get this kind of female friendship in my life? 🥺

yourusername: be kind, be yourself, and be open! your people will find you, user11 💕 user11: OMG HI QUEEN ILYSM KEEP BEING YOU!!! thank you so much!

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a/n: and that's my first fic! first smau too, so i hope the formatting isn't too bad? i love when reader is friends w the wags, but i also always love to have y/n have friends outside of the paddock, so i hope no one minded! sorry if any of the wags are ooc i just rlly needed a big group of girl friends for this and idk how normal people talk. also was this just propaganda for some of my fav songs/artists? maybe 🤭i'm actually super nervous about this, so i hope you all enjoyed!!! please send me any questions or comments you have!

the songs mentioned are:

While You Were Sleeping - Laufey

Black Hole - boygenius

Lovesick - Laufey

Goddess - Laufey

Wendy - Maisie Peters

anything - Adrianne Lenker

opposite - Sabrina Carpenter

Aegean - Push Baby

Mud - Delaney Bailey

things i wish you said - Sabrina Carpenter

(I Would Have Followed You) - Delaney Bailey

[hoshifighting]

I really enjoyed virgin reader x cheol & virgin reader x mingyu! do you think you could do a virgin reader x wonwoo?

virgin!reader x wonwoo

warnings: smut, fingering, oral, penetrative sex, preparing..

you and wonwoo have been talking about this moment for a while now. it’s something new, a bit nerve-wracking, but exciting nonetheless. wonwoo has always been attentive, caring, and tonight is no different. he’s spent time researching, making sure he knows how to make this as comfortable as possible for you.

you’re lying on the bed, heart racing, as he leans in close. his touch is soft, gentle, as he brushes your hair away from your face. “i’ve got you,” he whispers, and his words bring a sense of calm over you.

wonwoo starts with a kiss, slow and tender, his lips moving against yours in a way that makes your toes curl. he’s in no rush, taking his time to explore, to savor every moment. his hands slide down your body, caressing your skin, making you feel cherished.

he moves lower, placing soft kisses along your neck, your collarbone, down to your stomach. his fingers trace patterns on your skin, teasing, but never rushing. you can feel the heat building inside you.

when his lips finally reach your thighs, you can’t help but shiver. he’s gentle, methodical, spreading your legs and looking up at you with a reassuring smile. “just relax,” he says, his breath warm against your skin.

wonwoo starts with slow, languid licks, his tongue exploring you with a precision that makes your head spin. he’s taking his time, making sure every movement is just right. his fingers join in, sliding inside you, stretching you, preparing you. you gasp at the sensation, your hips bucking involuntarily.

he doesn’t rush. even when you’re practically begging, your body arching towards him, he keeps his pace steady. it’s almost maddening, the way he seems to know exactly how to drive you wild while still holding back. his fingers curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot over and over, his tongue working in tandem to bring you closer and closer to the edge.

“wonwoo, please,” you finally gasp, unable to take it anymore. 

you’re slick, stretched, and ready, but he’s still taking his time, making sure everything is perfect. he looks up at you, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“almost there,” he murmurs, his voice husky. he adds another finger, stretching you even more, and you can’t help but cry out. it’s intense, overwhelming, but in the best way possible. you’re trembling, your body on fire, and finally, after what feels like an eternity, he pulls away.

wonwoo climbs back up, his lips meeting yours in a kiss,he positions himself, his cock hard and ready, but he doesn’t just plunge in. he’s careful, easing into you slowly, giving you time to adjust.

it’s a tight fit, but with all his preparation, it’s bearable, even pleasurable. you grip his shoulders, your breath coming in short gasps as he pushes in deeper, inch by inch. he’s watching you the whole time, his eyes full of concern.

when he’s finally fully inside you, he pauses, letting you get used to the feeling. “you okay?” he asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

you nod, biting your lip. “yeah, i’m okay,” you breathe.

he starts to move then, slow and steady at first, making sure you’re comfortable. the initial discomfort fades, replaced by a growing pleasure that builds with each thrust. wonwoo’s rhythm is perfect, each movement designed to make you feel amazing.

soon, you’re both lost in the moment, moving together, the room filled with the sounds of your moans. it’s intense, beautiful, everything you hoped it would be. and when you finally reach your orgasm, it’s with a sense of fulfillment that’s beyond words.

afterward, you lie there in each other’s arms, feeling closer than ever. wonwoo kisses your forehead, his hand gently stroking your hair. “you did amazing,” he whispers, and you can’t help but smile.

so did he.

[captainreecejames]

Can't Have a Good Thing || LS2 smau

summary you go from dating an american footballer to an american driver

pairings ex!christian pulisic x reader, logan sargeant x reader

warnings probably a little anti pulisic but i still love my baby

notes pictures are from pinterest so thank you to all those lovely users (as I wrote this my english teacher from 11th grade came into my job and it was not fun!)

May 2023 ynusername posted -------

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ynusername final chelsea game of the season, love you guys

chelseafc awww we love you too yn ❤️ by author

cmpulisic always love having you there ↳ ynusername wouldn't want to be anywhere else

username1 look at my girl dawg, chelsea is embarrassing her ↳ username2 please, christian didn't even play

reece once a blue always a blue ↳ username3 NAH WHY IS THIS SO CRYPTIC ↳ username4 you can't say shit like this then leave DUDE

username5 that chrisyn interaction screams for help ↳ username6 i wouldn't be surprised if they're not dating anymore but trying to keep up appearances ↳ username7 breakup statement incoming ↳ username8 can we get fabrizio to comment on wag breakups please!! ↳ username7 lol can you imagine a here we go! breakup is official! peak comedy

cesarazpilicueta 💙 ↳ ynusername love you too capitan!

July 2023 real life ---------

It’s been a rough few months in the house for the two of you. Christian’s time at Chelsea was most likely coming to an end, and you had just started a new project at work, so your time was filled with that. Nights spent making dinner and laughing together turned to plates left in the microwave and lights out early. Mornings started with short wake up kisses to hardly whispered goodbyes.

In fewer words, the relationship was falling apart. You barely knew what was going on in each others lives anymore, it’s no surprise when he tells you he’s leaving Chelsea.

Chris is still in Florida with his family, enjoying the last few days off before preseason. You had been with him for the 4th of July, but needed to fly back to London almost immediately for a new project and you’re exhausted. When he Facetimes you it’s almost 11:30 at night and your still sitting in your home office, but with how excited Chris is, he can’t tell that you’re operating on extremely low levels of energy. You want to be excited for him, but you can see the writing on the wall.

“Hey babe.” You know what’s coming, but it doesn’t make the shock any less. “I’ve got some big news.” He waits for you to say something, but all you do is blink and nod. “AC Milan are going to sign me.” He waits again for you to say something. “Did you hear me? I’m leaving Chelsea.”

“Yeah, I heard you.” Your lack of enthusiasm confuses Christian.

“Then why aren’t you excited?”

Your apathy turns to frustration quickly and you shift in the chair. “Because, Christian, I’m not just going to blow up my life in London to follow you to a new city. I’ve got a job here and it’s going well. I don’t want to have to start all over again. Not to mention learning a whole new language. Have you considered how isolating that would be for me?”

“So what, I just rot at Chelsea because you don’t want to move?” He is now just as defensive as you, words biting at the holes that have formed in your relationship, making them grow.

“I didn’t say that!” You sit up even straighter, putting your phone down against the computer so it stands on it’s own.

“Well it sounds like you don’t want to leave.”

“I don’t want to pack up my life and move to a new country where I don’t know anyone.”

You could see the fight leave his body as he came to the same realization you did. “What’s going to happen to us?”

“I think we’re done Chris.” You can feel your heart break that last little bit with the words you say. You love Christian, but with everything you’ve gone through, it’s not enough.

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In one hand you held your phone, looking down at the details of your train back to London, in the other a hot chocolate to warm you up in the brisk wind of Oxford. It’s how you missed the body in front of you and ended up falling straight on your ass because of it, hot chocolate splashing onto your shirt.

“Fucking hell,” you whispered, pulling your shirt away from your body so it didn’t burn.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” said an American accent. You groaned in your head, not wanting to deal with this. “I should’ve been looking where I was going.” They put a hand in your face, gesturing to help you up, which you took. 

“No, it was my fault, I was staring at my phone,” you told them as they pulled you up. He was strong, and also probably a little awkward as he was still holding your hand.

“Me too, so I really won’t let you take the blame.” His awkward smile was also cute, but you tried not to think that, it wouldn’t agree with your ‘no boys agenda.’ “Do you need another hot chocolate?” The cup was empty at your feet, making you wince. 

“Yeah, probably another shirt too.” It’s at that point that he realizes he’s still holding your hand, and he drops it.

“Let me get you one.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You’re still very early for the train, but travel anxiety is terrible and you want to leave soon.

“I insist.” Something about his smile and red cheeks makes you say yes to him, and you’re really not sure why. “I’m Logan, by the way.” He’s leading you back into the line of the cafe, smiling at you still.

“I’m YN,” you tell him.

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Your hotel room is kind of a mess, with clothes thrown around and various pieces of paper on the floor. It’s not really a surprise to Logan, even though he hasn’t known you very long.

After a long day exploring New York City in fairly okay weather, the two of you are relaxing in your hotel room before dinner. “Can I ask you something?” Logan asks. He’s currently sitting in the desk chair, feet propped up on the desk and head hung back. 

“Go ahead.” You’re on your bed, laying like a starfish.

“Would you say yes to going on a date with me?” You sit up straight, staring at him with wide eyes as he doesn’t move.

“Are you asking me on a date?”

“No, I’m asking if you’d say yes to me asking you on a date.” His clarification makes you narrow your eyes, but he still doesn’t move. 

“I don’t think it’s a good idea right now.”

That gets him moving, turning the chair to look at you. “So would you say yes or no?”

“I’d say no right now.”

“What about in a month?”

“In a month, when we’re both back in England, I’d probably say yes.”

“Cool,” he shrugs, going back to putting his feet on the desk. “Then I’ll ask you again in January.”

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[artssslut2]

I Told You It Would Happen

This can be a standalone or part three to something’s missing.

Art Donaldson x Reader

Summary: you are art finally got the news you had been waiting for.

It had been another month or two since you last took a test. You and Art decided to keep trying but try not to get too excited yet because it could take a while. However, you started having some symptoms you couldn’t ignore. The biggest being a missed period. When you noticed you wanted to jump up and down and tell Art, but then you thought about how disappointed he’d be if it was another negative. So you decided that you would just take the test alone while he was training.

As you sat in the bathroom waiting for the results of the test you felt guilty. Art had been right by your side every other time. Would he feel left out? Would he want to be here? You knew he’s want to be here weather it was positive or negative, you suddenly decided to cover up the test with a towel and wait for him to get home. You forced yourself to do everything in your power not to look at the test. “It’s probably negative” you kept telling yourself. You went for a long walk to try and distract yourself from what could be the best thing that’s ever happened to you (besides Art). You saw the time and knew Art would be home soon so you rushed back to the house. As you got to your house Art pulled into the drive way meeting him at the door. He looked surprised to see you out for a walk, it was kind of out of the ordinary for you.

“Whatcha doing babe?” Your husband asked wrapping his arms around you giving you a quick kiss.

“Just uh enjoying our beautiful neighborhood, why?” You answered clearly hiding something, you were a terrible liar and Art knew it.

“Yeah? What’s going on y/n/n?” Art asked you suspiciously neither of you opening the door yet

“I - um - I… I thought maybe I was pregnant because I missed my period so I was gonna take a test and not tell you unless it was positive because I didn’t want you to be disappointed but then I felt so guilty because I knew you would still want to be there no matter what the test said so I covered the test before I could see the results so that I could wait for you so we could both look and I’ve been trying so hard not to look and I’m kind of freaking out” you blurred out somehow all in one breath. Art waited a minute making sure you were done, you noticed a small smile growing on his face

“What? Are you mad?” You asked

“You think you’re pregnant?” He whispered sweetly

“Well I don’t know maybe” you replied still in panic mode

“What are we waiting for let’s go see if we’re parents!” Art happily replied pulling you in the door, you followed him to the master bathroom.

“You look. I can’t.” You ordered him gesturing to the towel the test was under.

“Are you sure?” He asked

“Yes now do it!” You barked desperate to know what it said. You watched him slowly lift the towel up looking at the test so only he could see it. His face was blank and you were sure it was negative

“What? What does it say?!” You suddenly we’re mad that you told Art just for it to be negative. His face still not showing anything. He looked down and you saw a smile form on his face. He looked at you

“We’re gonna be parents” he said quietly with tears in his eyes.

“What!? Lemme see!” You ripped the test from him.

“Oh my god!” You yelled grabbing arts face with the test still in your hand now you were both crying Art more than you

“You’re pregnant” Art cried pulling you in for the tightest hug ever

“I’m pregnant!” You cried back, Art dropped to his knees hugging your abdomen

“I told you it would happen” he said kissing you stomach. Your heart felt like it was glowing.

The rest on the night you practically stayed in the same position. You layer in bed and art layer by your stomach with his arms hugging your non existent baby bump. The night was filled with tears of joy, cuddles, and talk of nursery colors, names, what the baby would look like. Art even talked about giving them siblings but you reminded him that you guys should just focus on this one for now.

Art was right, it did happen.

[rosemariiaa]

~I’ll make it up to you~

pairing- Paige Bueckers & Azzi Fudd

P.S: for the anon with the prompt suggestion for azzi and paige, i have to fix it up some because i looked back and literally did not like anything 🤕, tried to make this a lil more better to read and professional

warning: smut,swearing, little fluff

Enjoy!!!

The post-game excitement filled the air, fans crowding around the UConn players for autographs and selfies. Paige Bueckers stood off to the side, signing jerseys and posing for pictures, her eyes occasionally drifting toward Azzi Fudd, who was surrounded by an unusually large group of fans. One fan, in particular, a tall girl with bright red hair, seemed to be monopolizing Azzi’s attention, laughing at everything she said and leaning in a bit too close for Paige’s liking.

Paige felt a pang of irritation. Azzi was always nice to the fans—too nice, sometimes, in Paige’s opinion. She forced a smile for the next fan in line, but her eyes kept darting back to Azzi and the red-haired girl, who now had her hand on Azzi’s arm, laughing at something Azzi said.

Paige clenched her jaw, finishing up with the last few fans before making her way over to Azzi. “Hey, Azzi,” she called, trying to keep her tone light, though the undercurrent of jealousy was hard to miss. Azzi looked up, her face lighting up when she saw Paige. “Hey, Paige! Just meeting some awesome fans here.”

“Yeah, I see that,” Paige said, her eyes flicking to the red-haired girl, who was now looking at Paige with a curious expression. Azzi seemed oblivious to Paige’s growing irritation. “This is Emily. She’s been a fan for years. Can you believe she traveled all the way from California to see us play?”

“That’s dedication,” Paige said, trying to sound impressed but failing to keep the edge out of her voice.

Emily, seemingly unaware of the tension, beamed. “Yeah, I’ve been a huge fan of both of you for ages. You’re both such inspirations!”

Paige forced a smile. “Thanks, Emily. We really appreciate the support.”

Azzi glanced at Paige, a slight frown creasing her forehead. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, fine,” Paige said, a bit too quickly. “Just tired, I guess.”

Azzi nodded, though she didn’t look convinced. “Alright. We should probably get going anyway. It’s been a long day.”

Emily looked a little disappointed but nodded. “Of course. Thanks so much for taking the time to talk with me. You both are amazing.”

Azzi gave Emily a warm smile. “Thanks, Emily. Safe travels back to California!”

Paige managed a polite nod before turning and heading toward the locker room, Azzi quickly catching up to her. “Paige, wait up,” she called, grabbing Paige’s arm gently. “What’s going on?”

Paige shook her head, trying to pull away, but Azzi’s grip was firm. “Nothing. Just tired.”

Azzi stepped in front of her, forcing Paige to meet her gaze. “Don’t lie to me. What’s really going on?”

Paige sighed, looking away. “It’s just… you’re always so nice to everyone. Sometimes it feels like I have to compete for your attention.”

Azzi’s expression softened. “Paige, you don’t have to compete with anyone. You’re the one I care about. You know that, right?”

Paige shrugged, feeling a little foolish now. “I know. It’s just… seeing you with that girl, I guess I got a little jealous.”

Azzi smiled gently, cupping Paige’s cheek. “Hey, you have nothing to worry about. I’m yours, okay? No fan or anyone else can change that.”

Paige leaned into Azzi’s touch, her irritation melting away. “I’m sorry. I know I’m being silly.”

“You’re not silly,” Azzi said softly. “Just human.”

They finished their duties and headed back to their apartment. Once inside, Azzi gently pushed Paige against the wall, her eyes dark with intent. “I think I need to make it up to you,” she murmured, her voice low and seductive.

Paige’s breath hitched, her heart racing. “Yeah? How do you plan on doing that?”

Azzi’s lips brushed against Paige’s ear, sending shivers down her spine. “By showing you exactly how much you mean to me.”

Paige’s response was cut off by Azzi’s mouth capturing hers in a deep, hungry kiss. All the jealousy and frustration melted away, replaced by a burning desire. Azzi’s hands roamed over Paige’s body, pulling her closer, as if trying to erase any distance between them.

Paige moaned into the kiss, her hands tangling in Azzi’s hair, pulling her even closer. Azzi’s lips trailed down Paige’s neck, nibbling and sucking, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. “Azzi,” Paige breathed, her voice trembling with need.

Azzi pulled back slightly, her eyes locking with Paige’s. “Bedroom,” she commanded softly.

They stumbled toward the bedroom, shedding clothes as they went, leaving a trail of discarded garments behind them. By the time they reached the bed, they were both down to their underwear, their bodies pressed tightly together.

Azzi pushed Paige onto the bed, crawling over her, their lips meeting in another searing kiss. Paige’s hands roamed over Azzi’s back, feeling the smooth, warm skin beneath her fingers. Azzi’s hand slipped under Paige’s bra, cupping her breast, her thumb brushing over the nipple, making Paige arch into her touch.

“Azzi,” Paige gasped, her body trembling with anticipation.

Azzi’s eyes were dark with desire. “I’ve got you,” she whispered, her fingers deftly unhooking Paige’s bra and tossing it aside.

She trailed kisses down Paige’s body, her lips and tongue teasing and tasting, driving Paige wild with need. When Azzi’s mouth closed over one of her nipples, Paige cried out, her back arching off the bed.

Azzi’s hand slid down Paige’s body, slipping under the waistband of her panties, finding her wet and ready. “God, Paige,” Azzi murmured against her skin. “You’re so beautiful.”

Paige could barely form a coherent response, her body on fire from Azzi’s touch. “Please,” she whimpered, needing more.

Azzi didn’t make her wait. She pulled Paige’s panties off, tossing them aside, and settled between her legs, her mouth finding Paige’s most sensitive spot. Paige cried out, her hands fisting in the sheets, as Azzi’s tongue worked its magic, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

When Paige finally came, it was with Azzi’s name on her lips, her body shaking with the force of her release. Azzi held her through it, her tongue and fingers coaxing every last bit of pleasure from her.

When it was over, Azzi crawled back up Paige’s body, capturing her lips in a gentle, lingering kiss. “Better?” she asked, her voice soft and tender.

Paige nodded, still breathless. “Much better.”

Azzi smiled, brushing a strand of hair from Paige’s face. “Good. Because I love you, Paige. And I’m never going to let you doubt that.”

Paige’s heart swelled at the words, and she pulled Azzi into a tight embrace. “I love you too. And I’m sorry for being jealous. I just… I can’t help it sometimes.”

Azzi kissed her gently. “It’s okay. As long as you know that you’re the only one for me.”

“I know,” Paige whispered, feeling a deep sense of contentment settle over her. “I know.”

[bigtreefest]

Chapter 5: So That’s What It Means

From: The Rainmaker Series

Pairing: Mob! Steve x Forensic Scientist! Reader

Summary: Steve finds out something he’s been wondering for awhile

Word count: 3,594

Content/warnings: Kissing, thigh grinding, nice det. Lang, mean det. Walker, soft!Decks, strong!Decks, mentions of death and murder, light mob themes, secrets, old ladies who love to objectify young men, swears, misogyny, pet name usage like one singular time

Author’s Note: Hehehe I’ve been waiting for this one. Turn it up!

I’d love it if you dropped a comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you think!! (Otherwise, I’m just screaming into the void by myself, which is fine, but I like it when the void screams back)

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Just when Steve thought things couldn’t, they got worse. At least on the business end of things. Lloyd seemed like he was closing in. The previous death of that employee from his salon was followed by a string of half a dozen, all working for him and Bucky in different capacities. It included their civilian services, as well as those involved in the undercover operations. This was bad, and was only going to get worse if there wasn’t a plan to step up and put an end to the series of turf wars they’d found themselves in.

On the bright side, which still wasn’t technically great under the circumstances, all these occurrences meant he got to visit the precinct more and see you.

Yours and Lang’s desks were stacking up with cases. They all seemed related, but you weren’t quite sure how yet. And for some reason, you kept seeing Steve coming in for quick interviews. It’s not like you really wanted to complain, though. You wanted to see him, and you were happy for it to happen since this increased work load was making you too exhausted to do more of it outside the station.

As you were doing data entry in your lab with the door cracked open, you saw a tuft of blond hair move into your field of vision above your computer screen. A smile instantly graced your face, but you kept your eyes on the results.

“Steve. Hi. Get into trouble? It’s like you’ve got permanent residence at Lang’s desk.”

Steve laughed and came in, closing the door behind him. “Eh, not quite, but if I’m being honest, as much as you know I like Scott, I wish I were here more often just for you instead of these unending cases. Speaking of which, you have a minute?”

You nodded, still typing on the keyboard while you listened to him. “Yeah, let me just get this in really quick, then I’m all yours.”

His fingertips tingled at that and a warmth rose from his chest to his throat. Oh how he wished that was true. He wished you were his, but more than that, he wished that he could be yours. All of him. But that wasn’t something he was ready to discuss yet. You knowing his whole self. Things were going too well right now for him to mess it up by dropping that bomb on you. It wasn’t the right timing.

As you slipped your gloves off and went to wash your hands, Steve locked the door behind him and took a step forward. You dried your hands and came over to meet him, looking up into his eyes. Oh how you wanted to swim in them; a pool of peace amongst the craziness outside. Despite how busy Steve always seemed, time with him made everything else go away.

“So what do you want to ask me?” You rocked forward on your toes, happy to focus on anything but work for a second. Right, that’s what it was, definitely not excitement to see him, even though your heart was racing and your legs felt restless.

“I wanted to know if you were busy this weekend. Maybe you and I could do something.” He looked between your eyes with a smile, but it was slowly falling in anticipation for your response.

You winced, sucking in a sharp breath. “Unfortunately, I am really busy this weekend. I’ve got some guests I’m hosting. But you’ve at least caught me right now. And I’ve got a bunch of free time next week. I can text you my schedule later.”

Steve nodded, leaning closer to you. “You’re right. I’m happy to at least have you for right now. Even if it’s just a few seconds.”

You couldn’t help the way your body was drawn in just like his. Or the way your hands traced up the front of his suit, which was honestly growing on you, the feeling of the expensive fabric surprisingly pleasant. Or how your fists gripped his lapels tightly and pulled him close, down to your level. Or the way your lips hovered closely to each other.

Steve whispered in the closing space. “Seeing you sometime next week for much longer would be great. You let me know as soon as you can.”

In your affirmation of his request, your lips brushed against his while his one hand snaked around your waist and the other came up to your cheek. Your fists grew tighter, needing him infinitely closer.

Normally, Steve would mind the potential wrinkles of his designer suit. He was wearing his favorite today, mostly because he knew he’d run into you. But if that damage was coming at your hands? Hell, that made it all better.

Your eyelids fluttered shut, which Steve took as his signal to do the same, his lips softly pressing against yours. The kiss was sweet and careful, tentative, yet venerative. It was short, and interrupted way too soon for your liking by a knock on the glass of the lab door, where you had luckily closed the blinds before.

The two of you pulled away with a breath of a laugh, looking down at your feet before looking up again with a smile at the other. Steve spoke first.

“I, um, I should probably go.”

You nodded, mouth still slightly agape as a remnant of the moment. “Yeah. I’ve got a lot of work to do. And you’ve got…”

“Meetings,” Steve finished for you. You forced a small smile.

“Yeah, always meetings.” It was true. Every time a moment was cut short, it was meetings, but this small talk was also so you could make it seem like you weren’t just kissing a civilian in your lab. Whoever was on the other side would at least hear voices, not lip smacking, although the kiss was nothing like that. Steve slowly backed the two of you towards the door to start heading out, but he still wanted to take advantage of you letting him hold you for as long as possible.

“But to double check, you’re really not free this Saturday?”

You shook your head. “No, I’m totally booked. But if I’m remembering correctly, I could probably swing something in the middle of next week. Like Tuesday? Maybe Wednesday? Is that too weird? I’ve got all evenings off, so any time that’s good for you is good for me.”

Steve smiled, or more like beamed at the thought of you offering up all your free time to him, but still spoke softly, breathily, a hand still on your back. “Yeah, that works. I’ll text you.”

“Okay.” You didn’t even realize the way you bit your lip when you nodded, the slightly harsher sensation holding nothing to that of his soft lips. You were granted another soft smile under sparkling eyes.

“Okay. Goodbye, Sweetheart.”

Steve gave you a kiss on your hairline, reaching behind him and unlocking the door as quietly as possible so whoever was on the other side didn’t know it was locked in the the first place. Goosebumps took over your body at the whole thing. The pet name, the forehead kiss, the actual kiss. Luckily, they were under your lab coat, so he couldn’t see how much he truly affected you. Steve dropped his other hand from you, the warmth from them replaced by the air conditioned lab environment too quickly for you liking, before turning and opening the door. He excused himself to walk past the two detectives on the other side, Lang wearing a smirk and Walker, a scowl. Once he passed though the two-person wall, he turned back to wave goodbye to you with a wink and a salute.

You did your best to hide your smile at that, biting at the inside of your cheek and focusing on the detectives in front of you. If there was one thing Walker could do, it was kill a mood.

“Detectives. How can I help you?” You opened the lab door all the way for them to come in. Lang stood in the middle of the room with a file folder while Walker leaned up against one of the tables, something you’d told him not to do several times. Well, it’s his problem if a solvent eats though his ugly collared shirt, not yours.

Lang handed you the folder, still barely smiling at what he knew he’d interrupted.

“Got another case, Decky. Sorry to keep piling them on like this, but we just can’t figure out who’s doing all this. Or at least we don’t have enough proof yet.”

You grabbed the folder, flipping through the pages, before you dropped it over on the desk by your lab computer, the one surface in the room that was lean-safe, but Walker didn’t seem to care about that. You let out a dramatic sigh, crossing your arms. “Okay, thanks. I guess I’ll get back to work, then. I’ll let you know when I have the time to get though that.”

You gestured towards the case with one of your shoulders, but Walker slammed a fist on a table. You didn’t even care about his quick anger and poor intimidation attempt. He probably shouldn’t touch that surface with his bare hands, either, but you guessed he’d find his own punishment for it sooner or later.

“Is something wrong with that, Detective Walker?”

He walked over to you, his looming presence replacing the same space where Steve previously was, but this time it was much less enjoyable, so you took a large step back, holding out your hand. “Chill for a second there, buddy. Give me words.”

Walker huffed before looking at Lang, not even you. “Do you seriously trust her with this string of cases when she was just in here privately talking with one of our suspects? This case is important and I’m not gonna let her screw it up because she can’t keep her legs closed.”

That sent you over the edge. This entire time, Walker had been trying to undermine your abilities. He’d been doubting you, and blaming you for every one of his responsibilities that went wrong. And now, not even directly addressing you for the unfounded accusations.

“Walker, I’m sure there’s good re-,” Scott began to speak up before you cut him off.

“What I do in my lab is none of your business if I still serve you the data you ask for. There has never been a single occurrence where I’ve fraternized with a true suspect of an open case, and this is not me starting now. Plus, that is absolutely inappropriate for you to insinuate. Some of us take our jobs seriously and hold the law with regard. I kindly suggest you fuck off unless you want to know what the floor tastes like.”

Walker stood still, continuing to face Lang through your entire monologue, which may have been smart for him, because if he looked into your eyes, he would’ve turned into dust from the burning glare. Scott looked at you with a smile, content with the way you were able to shut Walker up and shut him down. He simply nodded in a thankful gesture, before guiding Walker out of the lab and giving you a thumbs up.

Before you knew it, Saturday was here and you were preparing to host your guests. You’d set out a veggie tray and everyone was arriving one-by-one until a single person was left to wait for. She was coming late, probably after dinner, anyway, so the rest of you got to it for a few hours, laughing and snacking in your apartment.

Steve was busy like there was no tomorrow, because if he didn’t keep working, there might not be. He was constantly relaying commands and shifting things around. The weekends were a busy time for him in general, so he was lucky when he’d gotten the time to spend with you before, but now it was seeming impossible. Luckily, he was sure he’d make it work to line up with your free time next week. He had to.

Steve was racing through city streets to another meet-up when his phone rang. It was Bee. She hadn’t called him too often at all. In fact, all he’d really been getting from her recently were short, sporadic texts. This had to be important, then, so he picked up right away.

“Hey, Bee, what’s going on? Long time no talk.” He was expecting to have a good conversation with a good friend. Someone he got along with, but she seemed frantic.

“Hey Steve, no time for formalities, I need your help.” Steve instantly locked in at that statement. Was she in danger? Why would Bee call him and not Bucky?

“Okay, shoot.”

“I just got off the phone with Bucky, but do you know where Decks is? I’ve been calling her all evening and she hasn’t picked up.”

He continued weaving, but started to slow down due to his focus on the conversation.

“Last I knew, she was having a weekend in. She’s hosting a bunch of guests at her place. Some sort of party I think. Why? What’s going on?”

Steve sent a short message to Sam to either take over or reschedule the meeting. If something was wrong or Decks was in danger, he needed to rush to her. Personally.

“Um, I kind of need her to clear her schedule for next Saturday to come back and win a game of pool.”

Steve wanted to stop in his tracks at that but kept going just in case.

“What? A game of pool? Why just for that? That’s so random. And even so, you don’t think you could win? Or me? I think we both could play pretty well.”

Bee laughed on the other end of the line. Sure, there were a lot of details she was leaving out, but there also seemed to be a lot he didn’t know for how much time he’d been spending with Decks lately. “Oh Steven, you sweet, naive, summer child. No, and I’ll tell you more about it in a second. But are you getting close?”

“Yeah. I’m in the car now. Just a few blocks away from her place. What does this all have to do with? Why does Decks have to play? Is she really that good?”

“Just move quickly. I need to know if she can do it because otherwise I’m not sure if I’ll have enough time to find someone just as good. She’s actually the best. Bucky will fill you in on everything else, but the farm kind of hinges on it. And for your information, Decks is good at all games. I thought you knew that. She’s like, literally a pinochle world champion and a great card dealer and definitely would’ve beaten you at pool that night at the bar if she wasn’t trying to be nice. We used to always say she should’ve gotten a PhD in game theory.”

Steve was taken aback at the onslaught of information. “Wait a second, you bet the farm!? And Decks plays pinochle? That well!? Is that-“

He was sprinting up the steps to the apartment now, not wanting to take the time to wait for the elevator. He reached the door finally and knocked, faintly hearing ‘come in, Marge’ from the other side. Who on earth is Marge?

He cracked open the door to hear the loud sound of chattering, but not before he smiled at the vase of flowers sitting on the kitchen island. The ones he had sent the past week. His head turned toward the dining room table and all sound stopped as he was met with several pairs of eyes.

Steve gasped and dropped his phone from his ear in shock, seeing a familiar woman in a green visor at the table surrounded by old ladies, dealing cards. “Oh my gosh. Card games. Deck of cards. So that’s what it-“

He pulled the phone back up to his ear again. “Hold on, Bee. I’ll call you back later. I’ll take care of all of this...just. Let me tell her, okay? I’ll handle it because I don’t think I can get into the details without telling her everything. And I want it to come from me.”

He hung up the phone and put it in his jacket pocket before looking toward the table again with his grandest, albeit partially forced this time, smile.

You were focused on dealing cards to your game group, the old ladies surrounding you at the table like they did every so often when you had the time to meet up. A few rounds had come and gone, but your partner, Marge, still wasn’t here since she had a family event that she said she’d be coming from. That was fine, and now you’d be expecting her any minute.

You heard a knock on the door, which must’ve been her. Upon seeing the door open, though, you could tell it definitely wasn’t a little 70 year old lady with white hair in her signature yellow cardigan. It was a tall blond man about your age, decked out in expensive black material.

“Steve, what are you doing here?” Your eyes were wide in surprise. He was on the phone, but promptly hung it up after taking a survey of the room.

The old ladies piped up. “Yeah, Steve.” “Hello, Steve.” “Nice to meet you, Steve.”

Steve sheepishly waved at the women sitting around the table across from you. You turned to your sides to see them all making flirty eyes, especially the lady sitting to your left who still hadn’t stopped waving. “Janet, hop off. He’s here for me.” You looked back at Steve. “Wait, you are here for me, right?”

Steve looked around before looking at you again with an awkward chuckle. He was still partially out of breath from how quickly he got here, but it was finally settling. “Hi ladies, um, yeah, it’ll just take a second, though. Can we talk in another room?” He pointed over his shoulder.

You nodded and took off your hat, grabbing his hand and dragging him into your bedroom, softly closing the door. You stood with your back against it, palms pressed flat as if when you moved, the ladies on the prowl would come flooding in to steal your man. Steve turned around back towards the door to look at you. “I’m sorry for just showing up.”

You straightened from your slouched position on the wall, placing a hand on his chest. He seemed a little stressed. “No worries, I just wasn’t expecting to see you today. Is everything alright?”

Steve didn’t want to ruin your day, so he held it in for now. “Um, yeah. Was just in the neighborhood, so I figured I’d take a chance and visit. I realized you’ve never seen it, so would you wanna come over to my place this week? Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday? We’ll play some pool? Bee’s asking if we can come back to the farm this weekend. Figured you and I could practice so we can win with our eyes closed.”

You laughed and smiled, leaning closer to him. “Sounds good. I’ve got this entire coming weekend off, too, so it shouldn’t be a problem. Probably a mercy schedule with the hours I’ve been pulling lately.”

Steve couldn’t help but lean in, matching you, as he nodded. “I bet. I can’t wait to spend more time with you this week, though.”

His arm was bracing him above you on the door. He knew he should’ve held back, not pushed it farther until he could lay everything on the table for you to see, but how could he resist when you were looking at him like that. Eyes wide and wanting, happy almost, even though he dropped in unannounced, something he knew you historically weren’t a fan of.

He was close enough to share a breath, so you leaned on your toes and were met by him leaning down. As the two of you kissed, Steve knew he should stop it in the back of his mind, but it all just felt so good, so he kept going, tongues dancing. He needed more, kissing down your neck and nudging his thigh between yours as you began to grind against him, gasping for air and moaning softly at the pleasurable sensations surrounding you. You wanted to keep going, too, until you remembered the several people just in the other room, waiting for you. “Steve, I, uh… as much as I really, really like this, I have some guests to host. Also, I thought I had told you this was a no-work-clothes-zone, but since you’ve got to go anyway, I’ll let it slide. Pick this up Tuesday?”

He pulled away and nodded, a somber softness in his eyes, taking in the last time you might look at him like this before he had to tell all. He loved the way your were poking at his suit jacket, playfully scrunching your nose, but still locking eyes with him. He cleared his throat. “Yeah, no problem. Walk me out?”

“Of course.”

You grabbed his hand and walked him to the door as all the ladies in your dining room whistled, and oohed and ahhed at him. As he stood in the hallway, the door just cracked enough for you to fit through and hopefully deter the wondering eyes of your card group, Steve left you with a kiss on the cheek.

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Bonus A/N: Did you catch it? Did you catch where the nickname came from? Yeah, I knew you would. Smarty pants.

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[t1meslayer]

Wasn’t expecting to get too excited about the 2024 Pokemon Presents, but that curveball Pokemon Z as a Legends game with Game Freak taking extra time for development is pretty hype.

Kalos deserved better than X and Y, so hoping it gets a lot of love!

Anyway. I’m here because I want to share my day 1 moonshot theory before theory-crafting goes out of style.

It’s all based on this image here from the Legends Z-A trailer:

I understand the point of this trailer is to show Lumiose City’s redevelopment blueprints coming to life. But my brain said “Fullmetal Alchemist.”

So, what if this game reveals that the city planner behind modern-day Lumiose (preferably a cunty, femme-coded ancestor to Lysandre and/or Sycamore, let’s be honest) designed the equivalent of an Amestris transmutation circle? Either to reactivate the ancient weapon or mess with the balance of nature some other way to draw out Zygarde for yadda yadda evil plotting.

[starteas]

My Lumi plush came in and I’m having a normal one about it

[dimsilver]

blessings so many blessings!

[chaosinstigator]

ngl… my excitement for this weekend literally vanished last night

[starbuck]

second night of Murder Mystery DONE all went well i am FREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

[steviescrystals]

i am experiencing emotions rn and idk what they are :)

[kavehayati]

I wish I could inject pasilyo into my brain so I can have permanent happiness

[rosicheeks]

i do not know if i ever sent this to you. i have posted it. i hope you like it Princess.