#sorry if this comes out awkward but yeah- I really appreciate it- ^^

[moderndaymadscientist]

hey mutual

you're cool and i like you

do not forget to breathe please

HWEGH???? THANK YOU AGH?? THIS IS SO SWEET AND??? AAAGHGHGHG THANK YOU!!!! YOU TOO!! AAGHGHHH!!! ^^/pos

[reginyani]

Bed Chem | s.reid x fem!reader

summary: Derek Morgan hits you up for you and Spencer Reid, a genius FBI agent, to connect. One things leads to another, and you both have really good bed chem.

warnings: 18+, mdni, nsfw, drinking at a bar, p in v, unprotected sex, softdom!spencer, sub!reader, use of y/n, spencer comes in reader (if im forgetting something let me know)

word count: 3.2k

authors note: felt like its been 20 years since i've posted a fic, but here ya guys go!! i love the song bed chem, so this fic is sabrina carpenter themed💋. i don't really like this, but its been sitting in my drafts for a while now so i hope you guys enjoy(the smut isnt my best work im sorry!). if you did, just remember to like and reblog:)!

Spencer Reid wasn’t the type to go to bars, but when the team had finally wrapped up a particularly exhausting case and a few of them decided to head out for a drink, he couldn’t exactly say no. He didn’t mind spending time with his colleagues, but when the plan shifted from the corner booth to the bar, he felt his nerves start to rise.

Derek Morgan had a gift for getting people out of their comfort zones, and today, he’d decided that Spencer was due for a little socialization. 

Spencer sat awkwardly at the far end of the bar, sipping a glass of water, watching the team interact with ease. His eyes wandered around the room, but then they unintentionally froze when they landed on you. You were sitting with a friend near the center of the bar countertop, laughing softly at something your friend had said. There was an easy, effortless charm about you that made Spencer’s heart beat a little faster.

But, as usual, he couldn’t bring himself to approach you. His mind spun with a thousand reasons why it would be awkward— why he wasn’t the right person to start a conversation. What if you didn’t like him? What if he said something weird? What if he wasn't good looking enough for you? He ran his fingers nervously through his hair, trying to shake the unease. He tended to self-sabotage things like these.

Derek, who had been watching the entire conflict play out with a grin on his face, noticed Spencer's hesitation. He chuckled to himself, shook his head, and stood up. “I’ll handle this, pretty boy.”

Spencer glanced over, his eyes wide in disbelief and embarrassment. “What are you—?”

Derek flashed a mischievous smile, already walking toward your side of the bar. “Trust me.”

Spencer’s heart skipped a beat as he saw Derek in the corner of his eye approach you. He couldn’t help but watch the whole thing go down. 

Derek walked up with his signature charm and a smooth smile. “Hey, ladies,” he greeted, leaning casually against the countertop. “Mind if I join you for a second?”

You glanced up at him, surprised, but smiled politely. “Sure, go ahead.”

Derek didn’t miss a beat. “Thanks. So, I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room,” he said smoothly. “Especially when I’ve got a buddy over there who’s been staring at you for a while.” He pointed behind him, subtly motioning to Spencer, who was frozen in the corner of the room, clearly aware that the jig was up. Spencer immediately felt the heat of embarrassment creeping up his neck.

You glanced over at Spencer, catching his eye for a moment before he quickly looked away. You raised an eyebrow. “He’s shy, huh?”

“Yeah,” Derek said with a wink. “But he’s a good guy. Just a little... socially awkward.” He chuckled. “But I think you might make him a little less awkward.”

You smiled, intrigued now. “So what’s his name?”

“Spencer Reid,” Derek said, a little too smugly. “I think you should text him. He’ll appreciate it.”

Derek pulled out a piece of paper with Spencer's number already on it, like he had already planned this the whole time. “I’ll let him know you’ve got it,” he added with a playful grin.

You looked at the number in your hand. “Well, I’ll have to think about it,” you said, teasing Derek. “But thanks for the introduction.”

With a wink, Derek gave you a nod. “Don’t keep him waiting too long,” he said before turning back toward Spencer, who was now practically melting into his seat with embarrassment.

A few minutes passed before you decided it was time to approach him. You slid off the seat and slowly walked up behind Spencer, tapping him on the shoulder. He quickly turned around, clearly startled by your sudden touch.

"Uh… Spencer, right?" you ask, raising an eyebrow at him. 

He gulped before responding, staring at you for a quick second. "Yeah…" 

"Nice to meet you. I'm Y/N; wanna get a drink?" You give him a friendly smile, trying to make him feel comfortable enough to come back to your side of the bar with you. 

He smiles back and nods quickly. "Yeah! Yeah... sounds good." He slides off his chair, letting you guide him back with you. You can feel his friend's eyes all on you as you walk away with him, leaving them speechless.

As you both sit down at a barstool, Spencer fidgets with his fingers rapidly. You look down to see his shaking leg and him picking his fingernails.

"Hey, it's okay. I don't bite, I promise." You chuckle, making him look up into your eyes with his own beautiful puppy eyes.

"Yeah, I know. I just… never really show my face at the bar. I'd prefer reading over this, but… here I am." he says with contempt as he slowly nods his head.

You smile, agreeing with a nod. "Yeah, me neither, to be honest. My friends dragged me out here, which I'm assuming yours did as well." you laugh.

"Yeah… but hey, I'm with you now, so…" he says, leaning his arm onto the bar countertop. You smirk.

"Your friends seem nice. How do you know them?" you ask, trying to keep the conversation as interesting as possible.

"Uh—you know... We're co-workers." He responds blandly, not wanting to reveal his place of work in case you were to get intimidated by it.

"Oh really? What do you work as?" You continue to ask him questions, pushing a response out of him. You were curious.

He hesitates a moment. "I—uh... well, I'm an agent at the Behavioral Analysis Unit," he finally says, taking a sip out of his drink awkwardly.

"FBI, huh?" You smirk, looking him up and down. "That's sexy. Do you carry your creds?" you ask, looking up into his eyes.

"Yeah… Uh…" his cheeks burn a crimson red as he fumbles around for a second before finally pulling out a foldable wallet. He opens it smoothly, holding it up for you to see. 

His picture looked nothing like how he does now. His hair smooth and slicked back with a side part, and a completely blank and pale face. 

"How many years ago was that picture taken?" you chuckle, scanning it one last time before he flips it over to see himself. 

"A long time ago." He laughs, his voice softening as he closes the wallet and slides it back into his pocket. "I should probably get it updated, huh?"

 

You tilt your head playfully, taking another sip from your alcoholic beverage. "I don't know, I think it's cute. Kind of shows how far you've come and grown." 

Spencer blinks, not expecting the compliment. He adjusts his tie nervously, his fingers brushing over the fabric. "Thank you. That's... nice of you to say."

You lean in slightly, resting your chin in your hand. "So, Spencer Reid, FBI agent," you say, your voice teasing yet warm at the same time. "What's something you don't know everything about?"

He chuckles, his lips twitching into a shy smile. "Plenty of things, actually. You'd be surprised at how much I still have to learn."

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "Like what?"

He pauses for a second, as if genuinely thinking about your question. "Well… I've never really been good at small talk," he admits, sheepishly smiling. "Or, uh, anything involving this…" he gestures vaguely between the two of you, his cheeks flushing again.

You laugh softly, the sound making his heart skip a beat. "I don't think you're doing too bad." you assure him. "And for the record, I'm not much of a fan of small talk either. Let's skip it—tell me something real about you."

Spencer quirks an eyebrow at your directness, but there's something about your tone that puts him at ease. "Okay, something real about me…" He thinks for a second. "I have an IQ of 187, have an eidetic memory, and can read up to 20,000 words per minute, but sometimes I wish I could slow down, y'know?"

You blink, completely shocked by this brand new information. "I— No… I don't know." You laugh, still completely taking it in. "That's... insane," you finally manage, shaking your head in disbelief. "187 IQ? You're like, literally a genius."

Spencer tilts his head a bit, clearly a bit embarrassed by your reaction. "Well, technically, yeah. But it's not as impressive as people think. It just means I remember a lot of things. Well… everything."

You grin, leaning a little closer. "Okay, Mr. Modest. If you're so smart, hit me with a scientific fact. Blow my mind." 

Spencer's lips quirk into a shy smile, but there's a glint of mischief in his eyes now. He pauses for a moment, as if sorting through the thousands of facts stored in his mind. He looks directly at you, his voice soft but steady.

"Did you know," he begins, "that during intense physical contact, your brain releases tons of chemicals, including dopamine, oxytocin, and endorphins, which heighten pleasure and create emotional bonding?"

You blink, the corners of your mouth twitching upward as the suggestive undertone sinks in. "Intense physical contact, huh?" you repeat, tilting your head at him with that same smirk on your face. "That’s a pretty specific fact to share."

Spencer's eyes widen, his mind now racing and wondering if maybe you took that fact to offense. "I just meant… It's a common and well-documented physiological response. I wasn't implying—" 

You laugh at his fumbling words, cutting him off before he goes and spirals even further. "Relax, Spencer. I'm just teasing you." You lean back, taking another sip of your drink, your eyes twinkling. "But hey, maybe we can test that out sometime." 

His mouth opens, seemingly caught off guard. He looks at you, not sure whether you're joking or not. "Uh… yeah," he says, barely audible. "Maybe."

You smile, tilting your head a bit. "Hey, wanna get out of here? Maybe go to my place? We can call a taxi," you say suddenly, finally finishing your espresso martini and putting the glass down with a clink.

He hesitates for a second, looking back at his coworkers with an open mouth. "Uh… Yeah, sure. I don't see why not." 

The ride back to your apartment is quiet at first, with Spencer sitting stiffly beside you in the back of the taxi, his hands fidgeting in his lap. You can practically feel the nervous energy radiating off of him, and it makes you smile.

"You alright over there, genius?" you ask softly, tilting your head over to look at him.

"Yeah," he says quickly, too quickly. He clears his throat and glances at you, his lips twitching into a sheepish smile. "Sorry. This is just… not exactly something I usually do."

You nod slowly in understanding, trying your best to make his discomfort fade away. "No judgment. I don't either, to be honest, but you seemed too interesting to leave back at the bar."

This earns a laugh out of him, and his shoulders relax a bit. "Well, uh… thanks." 

When the taxi finally pulls up to your apartment building, you pay the driver and lead Spencer upstairs. He follows closely behind, his eyes darting around as he takes in his surroundings.

"This is a nice apartment complex," he says as you unlock the door and step inside, gesturing for him to follow.

"Thanks," you say, flicking the lights on and setting down your bag on a nearby chair. You toe off your shoes and look back at him. "Make yourself comfortable." 

Spencer hesitates for a moment before awkwardly shrugging off his coat and hanging it on the back of a chair. He stands there for a second, unsure of what to do, until you notice and step towards him.

"You don't have to look so nervous, y'know," you tease gently.

"I'm not nervous," he replies, though the slight tremor in his voice was surely nervousness. 

You tilt your head, studying him. "You're a terrible liar, you know that?" 

His lip stretches into an upward shy smile.

"So I've been told," he admits.

You laugh softly at his words, and you gesture towards the couch. "Sit down. Do you want something to drink?"

He shakes his head, making his way to the couch and sitting on it stiffly. "I'm alright. Thanks."

You sit down beside him, close enough to brush shoulders but not so close as to make him uncomfortable. For a moment, there's silence, and then you glance up at him with a playful smile.

"So… want to share another one of those scientific facts of yours?" you ask, leaning slightly closer to him.

Spencer chuckles, his shoulders loosening as he meets your gaze. "Only if you're ready for it." 

"I'm ready," you say, settling in and giving him your undivided attention.

He thinks for a moment, then smirks slightly as he chooses one. "Did you know that the human brain processes the sensation of touch faster than almost any other sensory input? It’s why even the lightest touch can feel so intense."

You raise an eyebrow, the corners of your lips curving upward. "Is that so?"

He nods, his confidence growing as he begins to explain. "It’s because of specialized nerve ending called mechanoreceptors. They send signals to your brain almost immediately, making touch one of the most primal and powerful ways to communicate."

You hold his gaze, letting your hand grab his cheek. Now your voice is soft but laced with curiosity. "And what exactly do you think touch is communicating right now?" 

His breath hitches slightly, his gaze flickering down to your arm as it reaches his face.

"I think," he says, his voice quieter now, "it’s.. saying a lot."

"Good," you murmur, leaning in just a little closer, "because I think I like what it’s saying."

Spencer’s eyes meet yours, wide and full of something you can’t quite put into words. And for the first time all night, he doesn’t hesitate, and in one swift motion, his lips are crashing into yours.

  The kiss started off soft and warm but quickly grew heated. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer. You could practically feel his nervousness melting away as you two continued, replaced by confidence. Gone was the shy, awkward man from the bar.

You tilt your own head, your fingers sliding up to his head, tangling in his soft hair. Spencer's breath hitched at your touch, and he let out a quiet whine that sent shivers down your spine. For someone who looked and sounded to be inexperienced, he sure as hell didn't make it seem like that.

When you both pulled away, it wasn't forced, it was synchronized. You searched his face, cheeks flushed with a deep pink, and his eyes watery as he stared into yours. 

You both stood up from off the couch and pressed your lips together once again. But this time, it was slower, as you savored the way his hands gripped your hips.

 

Spencer broke the kiss this time, looking at you before saying, "Where's your bedroom?" You smirk, grabbing his hand and leading him to your bedroom before slamming the door shut. 

When you both finally make it to your bed, you lay down, him on top of you as his lips trail down your jaw to your neck. "God, you drive me insane, Y/N." He murmurs, his words muffled against your skin.

You tilt your head back, groaning as his lips continue to work against your skin. "Fuck, Spencer…" 

His hands fumble around your body until his fingers finally catch onto the zipper of your dress. His fingers quickly move to unzip it, then skillfully move to take the straps off your shoulders. You whine in disappointment as he takes his lips off of your neck to slide the dress down your body and off at your legs. He throws it somewhere on the floor before quickly going back to press his lips to yours.

You squirm as his fingers graze over your lace panties, practically teasing you in a place you need him most.

"Spencer…" you let out, huffing audibly. He quirks an eyebrow, the erection in his pants growing by the second.

"Yes, baby?" he coos, his fingers continuing to trace circles on your panties.

"I need you..." You whisper, embarrassed at your own neediness. He smirks, pretending to not hear you.

"You what? I need you to speak up for me," he teases, and this drives you mad. 

"I need you!" You yell in desperation, tired of the teasing. "I want you to… fuck me," you mumble, looking up into his eyes.

"Didn't exactly take you as a begger, Y/N," he snickers, continuing to look down on you. "But all you had to do was ask." His hands swiftly move to his pants, quickly unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. He pulls them down, still stuck on his thighs.

He looks down and slowly moves your panties to the side. "Already wet, huh?" he teases. He then grabs your legs and swings them over his shoulders. "Ready?" he asks softly. You nod your head, squinting your eyes shut. 

When the tip of his cock hits your entrance, you squirm slightly, getting out a small whimper. "Oh, god…" you murmur.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, he slams into you, making you let out a loud yelp as he continues to slide his cock in and out of you with swift movements. He groans, the feeling of your warm pussy making him throw his own head back. 

"Holy shit… you're so tight, baby…" he says breathlessly, the loud sounds of heavy breathing and clapping filling your bedroom. "Look at me," he demands. "I want to see those pretty eyes of yours."

You follow his command, your watery eyes looking into his wide brown eyes. "Fuck, Spencer… right there!" you're practically yelling at this point.

Both of your bodies are moving at the same time, practically glued together, stuck together like magnets as your body bounced on his cock. Your hands gripped your baby pink sheets harshly, knuckles turning white as you arched your back.

"Sweet girl… 'm going to come." he warns, breaking eye contact with you to throw his head back once again.

You finally feel relieved, knowing you were chasing your own high. "'M almost there, baby. Oh, god…" your voice cracking between each word, warning him of your own orgasm.

As you begin to rock your hips, you finally moan, "Come inside me, baby! Please, yes, please!" and that, finally drives him over the edge. 

As your body starts to give out, you and Spencer release at the same time. Feeling the warmth of his release spilling inside of you as you both moaned in one synchronized motion, making your own orgasm feel even better.

When he finally pulls out, his body collapses next to you, both of you breathing heavily as you try to catch your breath. You turn your head to look over at him, smiling softly.

"Well, I guess you can say you seduced me with your scientific facts," you admit, laughing lazily, which earns one out of him as well.

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[acosmicbee]

Hiii, um so I've definitely gone down the rabbit hole of platonic yanderes and just love em, and I had this idea I just wanted to drop and lowkey ramble about.

So like, what about a platonic yandere that is actually, biologically family. Maybe he's an uncle or and older distant cousin that you don't really seem much, and you think borderline hates you. Maybe they tease you a lot, and "joke" about you being a baby, and you think its like their way of making fun of you maybe cause you like more childish stuff like watching cartoons or having stuffed animals, or whatever.

But! What you don't know is that they are actually being genuine, and while they tease, their just tryna get close with you and so get confused when you get grumpy and push them away :(

And maybe you domt have the greatest relationship with your parents, and they see this, and think about how they aren't appreciating you as much as you deserve, that they don't deserve you. And the something happens and they kinda snap and take matters into their own hands cause they know they can give you a much better life

And yeah that was just my ramble, I don't really do these sorta things a lot, so sorry in general? Don't even know what I'm apologizing for :p But please continue to write stuff cause they seriously boost my mood every time I read!

Baby of the Family

(Thanks for the ideas! I don't mind the rambling at all and I hope you enjoy my take on your suggestion!)

Family gatherings had always made you feel uncomfortable. At every single one there was this tense energy. You'd picked up on it since you were a young child, picked up on the whispers and the awkward small talk between relatives.

You'd also felt like the energy was centered around you. Like everyone knew something you didn't and they weren't planning to tell you. Oftentimes you were left to play by yourself, as the only child. Your mom's two sisters had kids, but they were all grown up and 'too cool' to play with their baby cousin.

Then there was your dad's brother, your Uncle. No one really talked to him. He would sit on the edge, silently observing with a drink in his hand. A lot of times he'd be watching you, staring as you silently played with your toys or read a book.

The few times he'd actually joined you in playing were okay, but ended quickly. Your dad was always fast to come between the two of you, dragging you off to do something unrelated to him. You felt a little bad, like maybe he was being let out of the communal secret too.

He had cool piercings, and you'd caught a glimpse of tattoos beneath the crisp dress shirts he always wore. He was never aggressive, never loud, just a silent presence that was always there. Despite that your parents made it very clear they didn't want you alone around him without actually giving you a reason.

You never really listened to them. You'd sit near him sometimes, just far enough that your parents wouldn't force you to move away. It was nice having someone to feel like an outsider with.

Everything seemed to change when your mom got pregnant. In some ways the awkwardness got better, but it also got worse. The tension eased as your family gushed over your mother, but you still felt left out. Your family had never been so loving with you, never treated you like that.

That was when your uncle began to actually talk to you. He'd smile at you, teasing as he murmured about how you were still the baby of the family. He'd pull your knife away when it was time to eat, a certain glint in his eye as he cut your food for you.

The longer your parents went without interfering the more bold he got. You weren't sure how to entirely feel about him. For one, he was an outsider, like you. You liked his piercings and his style, even if your father muttered about how he was just a delinquent playing dress up.

But he also treated you like a baby. He'd smear sunscreen on your face when your parents forgot to, smirking when he told you that you looked like a ghost. He'd have this look of pride when you did normal kid things, this air of superiority when you'd go to him because no one else would pay attention.

Sometimes your dad would pull you to the side, but he'd hardly start on his lecture about staying away before your mom was calling him for something. One of those times your uncle had placed a hand on your shoulder, tension mounting as he made eye contact with your dad.

"Run along now like a good husband. After all, thats what your entire thing was, wasn't it?" He asked, a certain darkness and bitterness creeping into his voice. "There's nothing wrong with me spending some time with the baby of the family, is there? Especially since everyone else seems so preoccupied."

"Don't touch them like they're yours. They're my child. Mine." Your dad snapped, grabbing your hand and dragging you away. You were the only one who caught the dark glint in your Uncle's eyes as he watched you be forced into a seat across the room from him.

You were the only one who saw how his hands clenched into fists and his eyes narrowed as he turned sharply on his heel and left. You didn't see him again for the rest of the night.

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Things were only getting worse at home. It seemed as your mother's pregnancy progressed she changed towards you, becoming cold and unloving. This was more than just a distance between you, it was the Grand Canyon.

Your father wasn't much better, waiting on her hand and foot and following her lead. When she asked him to make you leave, he'd tell you to go to your room and stay there. When she asked him to take down the few pictures of you around the house he did.

You hated the baby, hated how it was getting all the love while you got none. Then your father would lecture you about not being excited for your baby sibling, about how it was time for you to grow up and learn to share. You hated it all.

Then came the fight. You had just come out of your room to get a snack only to be met by your irate mother. She was already mad about something, but seeing you just seemed to set her off even more.

"Why do you have to look so much like him?! I want you gone! I want you out of my sight, out of my house, out of my life!" She yelled. "Get out!"

You ran when you saw her reach to grab something. You didn't stop when you heard it crash to the floor somewhere behind you as she screamed, bolting out the front door. You were in your pajamas, no socks or shoes or jacket.

You were so angry, so hurt you didn't wait outside the apartment for her to calm down. Instead you left. You walked out of the building, determined to not go back until you'd be loved the same as the stupid baby.

You walked down the street, ignoring as pebbles cut into your feet. It was quiet out, hardly anyone on the street despite it being late morning. You just walked aimlessly, being careful when crossing streets as you walked away from home.

By the time your legs started to hurt you'd walked a fair distance away. You looked into the windows of buildings you passed, watching people working in one, a cafe in the next. Eventually you saw a gym, watching as people lifted giant weights.

You glanced over at the treadmills in time to watch as your uncle noticed you peeking in and almost fell off the one he was using. In an instant he was outside, scooping you up into his arms as he looked around.

"Y/N? Why are you all alone? Where are your shoes?!" He asked, looking you over as he carried you back into the gym. The lady at the front desk barely spared him a glance as he swiped back in, quickly grabbing his stuff from the treadmill he'd been using.

"Mom told me to get out. So I got out." You said bitterly. His eyes darkened as a low growl was heard. He set you down outside the locker room for a second before coming back with a bag and a hoodie he procceded to throw at you.

The second you'd put it on, looking unimpressed at how much it dwarfed you, he picked you up again. "You aren't going back there. I've reached my limit. I've wanted to fight for you from day one, but they tried to tell me that I would be a danger to you. But now? I'm not taking no for an answer."

You were quickly carried to a sleek black car, placed into the back. He didn't move you when you pouted, even if the darkness seemed to leave his face. "You are way too tiny to be in the passenger seat. Just a little baby, remember?"

He carelessly tossed his phone onto the passenger seat when it started to buzz as he drove. Instead, he turned on the radio, some loud rock music blasting from the speakers which he quickly turned down. Along the way he stopped at some restaurant to grab you some food before driving you home.

His apartment was nice. He had two big dogs he'd put in his bedroom as to not overwhelm you as you finished eating. He listened to you complaining the whole time you sulkily finished your chicken nuggets about how much you hated your family and the baby.

"You may be little more than a baby yourself, but I'm sure even you've picked up on how everything isn't as it seems in this family. They have secrets they don't want to tell, but I'm tired of waiting." He said, disappearing into a room.

He came back with a picture frame of a boy. A boy who looked kind of like you, except well into his teenage years at the time of the picture. "Y/N, Kyle... your father... isn't actually your father." He eventually said, setting the picture down.

A chicken nugget slipped through your fingers as your mind reeled. Then again, it made sense to you. Your father's hair was way lighter than yours, despite claiming that you had gotten your hair from him. A bunch of other small things that had never seemed important before now reminded you of their presence as you sat there shellshocked for a second.

"When I was 18, I met a woman. Your mom. We were dating for a couple of years. I was having some problems with being possessive and overly controlling at the time and was seeing a psychiatrist and therapist for it." He began, sitting down across from you as he swiped a nugget.

"When I discovered she'd been sleeping with my brother, I was pissed. Even more so when I realized she was pregnant. I beat Kyle so badly, not that he didn't deserve it. But, it meant that I was essentially kicked out of the family until after you were born." He sounded bitter, kind of like how you had sounded bitter complaining about your family just a little ago.

"They thought you'd be their kid. You aren't though." He said, a small smirk crossing his face as he tapped on the picture of the teenager. "See this? That's me when I was 16. We look so similar, don't we? They did a DNA test shortly after you were born proving that I was your biological father."

"If you're my real dad... why was I with them?" You asked quietly, staring down at your nuggets as your world both fell apart and suddenly made so much more sense.

"They used my mental issues against me. Convinced me I wasn't safe enough to be a parent." He sighed, a dark look overtaking his face. "But now? Now, I don't even care anymore. You're staying here, with me and there's nothing anyone can do about it."

You considered it before shrugging, stuffing a nugget in your mouth. "Okay. But I want chicken nuggets and ice cream every day. And I want to be able to decorate my room. And I want to pet your dogs."

He blinked for a second before a grin crept across his face. "I think we can make that work. Finish your food and I'll introduce you to Brownie and Rocky."

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"Where are they?!" Milo was standing in the doorway to his apartment, arms crossed and eyes narrowed as he stared down his younger brother.

You had long since fallen asleep on his couch, watching some animated princess movie or something. Last he saw you were using one of his dogs as a pillow, the other lying on top of your legs like a living blanket.

"They're safe." He said, refusing to move when Kyle tried to look past him into his apartment. "I found them over twenty blocks away from your place. Twenty. They crossed all those streets by themselves, barefoot and in pajamas."

"Look, she made a mistake-!"

"Kicking out your 7 year old isn't a mistake. I'm not letting you convince me out of caring for my kid again, not after how you've treated them. They're mine, Kyle. Do I need to beat that through your thick skull or will you back off?" He asked, voice dropping as he stepped forward, a dangerous grin crossing his face when his younger brother stepped back.

"You're just as much of a psycho as you were back then! You could never be a good parent to them you possessive freak!"

"Go play happy family with your horrible wife you cheating bastard. Don't you ever darken my doorway again with your 'i'm a better person than you' spiel. Next time, I'm swinging before I hear you out." He growled, watching as Kyle practically ran off down the hallway to avoid his anger.

Inside his apartment you were still asleep, a very tolerant german shepherd laying there as you drooled on him as the move played on in the background. Milo quietly approached you, watching as you slept.

He would be the father you needed, the one he'd been dissuaded out of being. It didn't matter if he was a little possessive or overprotective, as long as the two of you built a good relationship everything would be fine in the end.

"Welcome home, baby. Dad's got you now."

[azzibuckets]

letters from dallas [part two]

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

a/n: the dates correspond with lfd part one so if you havent read it yet and want to understand what's going on here's the link! also various ts lyrics were used

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May 1, 2025

“KK!” Azzi bangs on the door of her younger teammate’s room. She’s been locked up in there for almost an hour — an hour after she’d promised to accompany Azzi to get a sweet treat. Now it's 10 PM and Azzi is hungry and craving something sugary to counteract the nausea she's been suffering with all day and god what the fuck could KK be doing in there for so long?

When she raps even harder, KK finally emerges, her hands fidgeting with her phone. “Hey, Azzi!” She says a little bit too cheerfully, her eye twitching slightly.

Azzi furrows her eyebrows. “Why are you being all weird?”

“Nothing. You ready to go?” Humming loudly, KK pushes past Azzi and grabs the car keys from the counter, as if she’d been the one waiting for the past hour, banging on the door every so often but to no avail.

“What were you doing in there?” Azzi questions, more than curious now.

“Wasn’t doing nothing,” KK grumbles under her breath as she waits by the door. She taps her foot impatiently against the ground. “So can we go now?”

“KK.”

“Fudd.”

“Kamorea Arnold.” Azzi levels her friend with a glare.

“Bro.” KK clicks her tongue, realizing that she’s fighting a losing battle. Azzi has always been the big sister of the team, and to be completely transparent, the younger girl has seen Azzi get mad—it's a rare but scary thing—and so who can blame her for being a little scared of her captain? “I was just calling Paige.”

Azzi’s casual smile immediately fades, her lips struggling into an awkward purse, clearly fighting to keep her emotions in check. “Paige? What were you guys talking about?”

“Uh, just her move. Life in Texas. You know.” KK gestures to the door, frantic to leave this awkward situation behind. “Can we go?”

“Her move? What did she say?” Azzi interrogates. “Is she liking it there? Did she end up getting that flat she wanted?” KK doesn’t respond, taking the initiative to open the door. Azzi follows close behind, almost flat tiring the younger girl in the process. “What did she say about the team? How are her practices?” Finally, Azzi works up to the question she wants the most. “KK, did— did she say anything about me?”

KK halts suddenly, causing Azzi to bump into her. Rubbing her hip, KK groans, “Listen, Az. She said a lot…I don’t really remember.”

“That’s bullshit.” Azzi sidles in front of her, forcing eye contact between the two of them. KK shrinks. “What did she say?”

“I swear, both of you are the same,” KK mutters. Then even louder, as if to really get the point across, she says, “This is like being the child of divorced parents.”

“Shut up, KK. " Azzi scowls. "That’s not funny.”

KK sighs, her shoulders relaxing. “Paige is doing fine,” she says gently. “You really don’t gotta worry about her.”

“Fine? Just fine?” Azzi repeats, probing for more.

“How could she be anything more than fine when she’s coming off breaking up with the girl she thought she was gonna marry?” KK shoots back, a deviation from her usual relaxed manner.

Azzi a halting step back.

“Listen, I wanna tell you, I really do. But if Paige finds out I’m telling you everything she says, she’s not gonna wanna say anything to me anymore. And she’s still my friend.” KK’s tone softens, her hurt taking the edges away. “I miss her, and I really don’t want her to distance from me too.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Azzi looks away, forcing herself not to tear up. When the fuck did she become such a crybaby? “Sorry, KK.” They fall back into step, silence heavy in the air between them. “You’re like her little sister, you know? She loves you a lot.”

She receives an appreciative smile in return.

This is her life now; watching Paige's life in pictures like she used to watch her sleep. But she's good, and she's fine, and she has her own life in Texas, eating good food and fitting in with all that Southern hospitality shit, and she probably doesn't need Azzi to breathe like she needs Paige. So whatever. It's all fine and dandy.

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June 7, 2025

Azzi watches #8 on the soccer team the whole time. Her hair spills out of her ponytail in curly waves, and her eyes are bright. She’s tall, masculine, muscled shoulders straining against her jersey. There’s an easy smile on her face as she warms up on the field. It reminds her too much of everything she’s lost, but for some reason she can’t force herself to look away.

It’s half time when she finally checks her phone. She's on do not disturb, has been for the past few months because she's spent too many hours getting sidetracked by staring at her phone, willing for the screen to light up with notifications from Paige, but that's beside the point. Now she only sees two missed calls from Drew (Pookie). Rolling her eyes affectionately at the memory (Drew had asked to play Subway Surfers, but when he'd returned her phone a few minutes later his contact name had suddenly been changed. Paige had chased after him and threatened to drag him outside until Azzi had distracted her with a kiss, letting Drew escape, giggling, to his bedroom and lock the door, causing Paige to pout and complain about how 1v2 was unfair and how Azzi was always supposed to be her side and fuck she's doing it again. Thinking about Paige when she should be doing anything but.)

Immediately, Azzi rings him back, excusing herself for the bathroom. “Hey, Drew.”

“Azzi!” The kid sounds thrilled, and Azzi’s heart aches. “What took you so long?”

“I’m sorry. I’m watching a game with the girls.” She looks back and catches Caroline’s worried eyes, who’d evidently been watching her leave. Shaking her head at her friend’s concern, she continues up the stairs. “So I can’t talk long. But what’s up?”

“Why’d you even pick up if you couldn’t even talk?” Drew grumbles, and the whine in his tone hits a little bit too close to home. Paige had always been the same, always wanting all of Azzi's attention or none of it. Azzi had thought it was cute, until it had become one of the reasons they couldn't work it out, why it had been so easy to slip out of each other's grasps when the distance became too much.

“Are you gonna come home this summer?” Azzi, who’d been lost in thought, jerks back to attention at this question.

Grimacing in anticipation of his disappointment, she replies gently, “I’m sorry, buddy, but I already told you I can’t.”

Drew groans loudly, and Azzi has to pull the phone away from her ear a bit. "Why does Paige have to ruin everything?” Azzi knows that he’s young, that it doesn’t make sense to him why two people who were so clearly in love couldn’t just be together — honestly, it doesn’t make sense to Azzi either — but a familiar fire rises in her throat, the perpetual readiness to defend Paige, the hurt that forms in her stomach as if Drew had insulted Azzi herself. The two of them had been one for so long that sometimes Azzi's natural instincts forgets that Paige's emotions are no longer her responsibility.

“It was a mutual thing, Drew. Don’t blame her. She loves you more than anything, you know," she reminds him, tone soft.

“Not more than you. She loves you the most.” And it shouldn’t mean that much, that Drew had said loves and not loved, and honestly how much can an 11 year old kid know? But it makes her heart throb in her throat. “You know, when she came home last month she wouldn’t even hang out with me. I asked her to get ice cream but she stayed in her room the entire day. She’s never said no to ice cream! And when I asked her one, literally just one, question about you she got mad and left and she slammed the door — she used to always yell at me about slamming the door— and didn’t come home until after I went to bed." Drew finishes his rant with a huff. "She's so mean now, and I don't like it."

“She’s hurting, Drew.” Azzi's voice cracks, and she thinks that Paige isn't the only one feeling that way when her heart is screaming in the same way. “You’ll understand when you’re older.”

“I don’t get why you guys can’t just talk to each other,” Drew says, his tone growing frustrated. “Don’t you still love her?”

“I wish it was that easy.”

“But you still love her?” he prods.

“Fuck, Drew.” She pauses, then apologizes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to curse. But god, how could you even ask me that? Would you ever stop loving Paige?”

“No. She’s my best friend.”

“Exactly. She’s … she was my best friend too.”

“Then stop hurting each other," Drew argues.

“I don’t mean to,” Azzi can barely get the words out without choking up. “You know that, right? That I would never intentionally hurt her? That’s the last thing I’d ever want to do.”

Drew falls silent for a moment. When he speaks, his voice is small, resigned. “Okay. Promise you’ll come back and visit soon? We don’t have to tell Paige.”

Azzi touches her cheeks, and her fingertips come away wet. She hadn’t even known she’d been crying. “Promise, buddy. We’ll go get your ice cream.”

“Okay. Love you.”

“Love you too. Be nice to the girls at school, kay?”

“Kk.”

Drew hangs up, and Azzi falls apart in the dinky stall of the stadium bathroom.

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August 28, 2025

Azzi watches as Paige nods at something the girl says, hand briefly touching her elbow as they both laugh. She's pretty, and she looks pretty fucking funny from the way Paige is grinning ear to ear, and Azzi wants to die. It had been okay, last year. When she was secure in the fact that Paige loved her and her only. But now that they were broken up, now that Paige could look and touch at any girl she wanted, she felt sick to her stomach.

And it’s not like Azzi has forgotten how ridiculously good Paige looks coming off the high of an intense game. Maybe it’s the fact that Paige tonight somehow looks even better than usual - the looseness in her step, the easy confidence in her smile. Sweat beading on her chest, hair still perfectly done,. She bear hugs KK, jumping up and down with her a little, daps up Ice, gives a nod to the new freshmen that look starry eyed at her. Already, they’ve fallen to the charm that radiates off Paige, and Azzi can’t help but feel a little disgruntled at that.

A photographer waves his camera, trying to grab the attention of the team for a group photo. Azzi makes sure to linger in the back, forcing a half assed smile onto her face. As soon as the lens flashes one last time, she’s speed walking away, hoping the cameras won’t catch her. She’s sick of seeing the gossip on Tiktok, the discussions on Twitter, the headlines that have the audacity to grieve the loss of a relationship they never knew. They don't know half of her pain or what she's going through.

“Az, wait.” Caroline grabs her wrist, a look of sympathy on her face. Azzi grits her teeth. Pity is the last thing she needs right now.

“I’m fine,” Azzi automatically says before her best friend can even ask. “My head doesn’t feel too good. I’m gonna pull the car around.”

“Are you sure?” Caroline cocks her head. “You don’t wanna talk to her? Cause she’s been looking all up on you.”

Azzi scoffs, pretending as if it’s the most ridiculous thing she’s ever heard. And it’s not like she’d know, her eyes too busy focusing on anything but the blonde to catch on anything she’s doing, but surely it can’t be. Paige hasn’t even liked any of her Instagram posts since they’d broken up, had dismissed multiple questions asked by reporters on her thoughts of Azzi leading UConn. The clip had gone viral on Tiktok, fans noticing how Paige’s expression had turned sour, her body stiff as she’d tried but failed to subtly change the topic away from her. So Azzi didn’t need to look at Paige. She knows. “I don’t think she has anything to say to me.”

“Are you always gonna keep running?”

Azzi smiles tightly. “She ran first.”

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October 2nd, 2025

Azzi is so tired, and she’s frustrated, and she feels so lonely. The only thing keeping her going is the game, the adrenaline that runs through her body when she thinks of winning another national championship.

So she throws herself into the sport. All her early mornings and late nights are spent in Werth, staring at the banner from last season's championship or at the backboard. Her eyes sting from sweat running across her forehead, but she doesn't stop.

She has one thing left that she cares about, and she holds onto it with everything that's in her. Because god fucking dammit, she can't lose this too.

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October 20, 2025

Azzi remembers Paige’s last birthday.

Azzi had straddled her, legs pinning her down to the bed. She’d woken her up with kisses, lips brushing sleepily over Paige's cheek while one hand had slid up her sweater, fingers running across her chest as she physically felt the slow up and down of her girlfriend’s breathing.

Slowly, Paige’s eyes had fluttered open, a smile immediately overtaking her face as she met Azzi’s eyes. Yawning, she’d ran her hands up and down Azzi’s thighs, flirting with the hem of her small pajama shorts. “Best birthday present ever.” Her voice had been tinged with the sort of sleepy vulnerability that Azzi had loved.

“I haven’t even given you your gift yet,” Azzi laughed, pushing off the strap of her tank top to freely kiss across her bare shoulder.

“Didn’t have to. You’re the best gift.” Paige’s hands traveled upwards, slowing down for a second to cup her ass before resting at her waist where she’d tickled slightly, fondness overtaking her eyes.

Azzi giggled and promptly lied down, burrowing her face into Paige’s shirt to breathe in the warmth of her girlfriend. Paige’s hands trailed up and down her back in a slow pattern. “Happy birthday, P.” Paige sighed a little in contentment. “You’re my best friend.”

“I know, baby.” Paige brushed a stray curl from her face, knuckles caressing gently across her cheekbone. “You’re my best friend too.”

Paige’s voice was laughing, teasing, and it makes Azzi roll her eyes with impatience. She wanted Paige to get it. “No, like...” Azzi sat up again and cupped the older girl’s face in her hands as she searched for the right words. “Like you’re my best friend in the world. Like nobody fucking understands me but you. Like I would live in your skin if I could."

“C’mere then. You’re too far away.” Paige tugged her down, and Azzi let her. They fall into a mess of sheets and limbs and love.

Now, one year later, all Azzi falls into is the well-worn hole of self-pity and regret. She's been sitting in front of her laptop for what feels like hours, screen opened to her messages with Paige, cursor blinking in the empty tab. Their last conversation stares back at her.

Azzi: i'll mail u ur clothes, can u send ur address

Paige: that's not necessary

Paige: you can just keep them

Azzi: I don't think that's a good idea

Paige: is this really about the clothes?

Paige: do you have something else that you wanna say?

Azzi: no

Paige: okay

Paige: then keep them

Paige: i don't want them

Read

She types "happy birthday. thinking of you" then presses back and deletes the second half. Then after a pause, she deletes the whole thing. She puts away her laptop and pulls out a paper and a pen instead, and writes a card.

Dear Jelly,

Happy 24th.

I know it’s your birthday, but today I have wishes too.

I wish you were here. I wish I didn’t have to see your life on a screen. I wish I could celebrate with you and cry with you.

At the beginning, even thinking about you hurt. But now I miss you so much that I can only remember the good parts. And I can’t remember why I ever left. I can’t remember why I ever let you go.

I heard that you weren’t doing so well either, back in May. I hope you don’t think back on us with regret.

I wish I was there to celebrate with you. I wish I could kiss you and tell you how sorry I am. I don’t know how to move on when there’s a piece of you everywhere in Connecticut. I don’t know how to move on.

Your best friend,

Azzi

Her pen hovers over the paper, over the curled i of her name. She knows she won’t send it, that there’s no point in finishing her signature. But she goes back and adds the dot anyway, pressing the pen so hard that a hole forms.

Then she wraps up a necklace, one that has James 1:2, one of Paige's favorite verses, hanging from its chain. She goes back to their message history and writes down Paige's address, then leaves her apartment to mail the package, bones aching all the way.

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November 11, 2025

Azzi opens her gift in the mail. The crooked, messy handwriting on the slip of paper is familiar.

Azzi, happy 23rd birthday. good luck this season

She takes a deep breath and slowly unwraps it, not wanting to rip the wrapping paper or even wrinkle the tissue paper. There's two braclets, and from the way light reflects and shines on the metal, it looks like real gold—far from the cheap beads they'd strung onto even cheaper thread two summers ago.

But there's letters engraved into the gold. She holds them up. One says "able." The other says "inspiring."

She holds them close to her chest, afraid that they'll slip from her hands and fall. She's already let one precious thing go, and she refuses to make the same mistake twice.

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December 7, 2025

"When asked last week, Paige said that the team looks to be shaping up pretty well just from looking at your last two pre-season games. When asked about you, she said she's looking forward to what she knows will be an incredible season. She said, quote, Azzi is the best player in college basketball right now, and it's just a matter of time before number thirteen, end quote. Do you have any thoughts or words in response?"

Azzi coughs. She feels Sarah's stare burning into her.

"Yeah, um, Paige has always been super supportive. It's great to hear that she likes what she sees, and we always want to do our best to live up to the UConn standard." Azzi smiles tightly at the reporter and leans back in her seat.

"Will we see Paige supporting at any of the games this season?" Another reporter chimes in.

When Azzi doesn't respond, Sarah takes over. "Yeah, she said she's planning on going to the USC game next week while she's in LA."

Azzi double takes, her mind already running a bajillion miles an hour thinking of having to face Paige under all those spotlights. She looks stricken, and from the look on the reporters' faces, they'd noticed. Another thing for them to write about. Ignoring the apologetic look on Sarah's faces, Azzi leans into the mic and answers the next, thankfully non-Paige, question.

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April 13, 2026

"Hey, congrats on going first." Tyasha Harris pulls Azzi in for a hug. "I've heard a ton about you."

"Have you?" Azzi fixes her Sky cap and stares curiously at the older woman.

The Wings point guard nods. "Paige is always like, wait till Fudd comes to the W, man, y'all not ready." She rolls her eyes. "We all got a bet going on for Rookie of the Year. I'm rocking with Kitts, no offense." She winks. "Gamecock blood. So take it easy, alright? Paige went in the hundreds, but I've seen your game, so I only put up $20. Arike might be in trouble, though, she's rooting hard for Miles."

Azzi laughs awkwardly. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Good luck this season." Tyasha claps her on the back.

"Yeah, you too." Azzi watches her go, stunned to her core.

May 16, 2026

Paige is the first one there, hand extended. Azzi stares up, the wind having been knocked out of her.

Azzi hesitates before she grabs it. Paige doesn’t smile at her, but she’s not frowning either, and Azzi swears she holds her hand a second longer than necessary. She’s panting hard, and the younger girl can feel her breath fan over her cheeks. “You good?”

Azzi swallows, ignoring the way the crowd swells in volume as they watch their first public interaction in almost a year. “Yeah.”

Paige nods once, jogging backwards as her eyes linger on Azzi. And then a small smile slips from her mouth, involuntarily, and Paige startles, but the corners of her eye crinkle just a little bit before she turns around down the court.

[lynxgriffin]

Deltarune Chapter 3 and 4 RANDOM THOUGHTS

Spoilers so it's going under the cut! This is just me gushing about the madness

Geez I have like 50 different things I want to do art for and I can't focus on any of them long enough to start, SOB

Was NOT expecting Susie to find out that Darkners are objects immediately upon starting up the chapter. I'm glad she took it as well as she did, though! Still think this may come up much much harder later.

Holy crap Tenna's designs and animations just hit like a truck LOL. It wasn't until much later that I was like "wait...this guy is not getting recruited to Castle Town, is he. There's no way those sprites will get integrated."

Disappointed we did not get a proper Susiezilla sequence, I wanted that!

All the banter of them sitting around playing Legend of Kris was adorable

Did not expect Lanino-Elnina-Rouxls Kaard DISASTER THROUPLE???

Lancer MY BOY

Geez all of the stuff where Kris was playing their solo adventure was just. SO unsettling.

"You didn't do Snowgrave in chapter 2? Well you're doing it here now lol"

"You were used up" UH OH!!!!

I managed to S-Rank both boards somehow and got to the Shadow Mantle boss but got my ass handed to me; I'll need to go back and try again later.

Totally called Toriel being in the prize capsule from the start

saxophone noise

Me at the end of the Tenna boss battle: Kris Knight is real? Well, not what I would've liked, but I'm sure it'll be--

Me five minutes later: I'M SORRY, WHOMST??????

But no for real the Knight design and demeanor is LEGIT scary, I'm so glad we got a proper really intimidating villain

But yeah absolutely got thrashed by the Knight as well SOB SOB

THAT ENDING THO??? AND THEN THE TRANSITION INTO THE NEXT CHAPTER?

Please give Susie MORE PANCAKES

Absolutely fascinated by the fact that the monster religion is also just. Like. The game legend. The implications

Cannot believe we had friggin Tom and Jerry-ass shenanigans in Noelle's house with the soul including Kris beating the crap out of us with a hockey stick

banging fists on the table SU-SELLE! SU-SELLE! SU-SELLE! SU-SELLE!

Asgore how did you get more awkward every chapter

The whole scene with Carol was just generally so, so DEEPLY UNCOMFORTABLE

Evil and intimidating deer by awesome lesbian couple indeed

Me earlier: Man Carol Holiday is going to get a pretty brutal death in Eldritchrune, I feel a little bad, it's probably going to feel unwarranted--

Me after chapter four: Hell naw this bitch gettin' what she deserves

I gotta say that I REALLY loved the music in this chapter, absolutely outstanding. I might like From Now On even more than Rude Buster

All in all in chapter four was SO cool, loved that we're taking everything seriously now, it felt like a real turning point

OKAY SO turns out THIS KINDA HAPPENED A BIT? But while my initial thought was Gerson being the Knight, I honesty like this better

IDK Gerson was just SO funny as a J.R.R. Tolkien-esque party member and I absolutely appreciated him being a mentor to Kris and especially Susie

Did NOT expect Susie making her own dark fountain before Noelle did!! But oh man all the differences in her version of the world that you can see compared to the usual one...

In any case I love Susie more and more every day if horrible things happen to her I will teleport to Toby Fox's house and push everything breakable off of his shelves

YOUR TAKING TOO LONG

Ralsei I am DEEPLY WORRIED about you my dude

He was looking so ragged this chapter and missed good chunks of Susie's dark world, too

I am extremely anxious about that critical part of the prophecy that we conveniently missed but that Susie saw, my weird kids need to be okay

Also uhhh??? Am I nuts or like? Did my half-human Susie crack theory get more evidence?? I was expecting just a solid debunking but if anything there's just more hints of it???? I'm kind of terrified???? Half-human Susie real????

Seriously I may just finally dive into the nightmare realm of making a theory video for it

HELLO NEO DARK FOUNTAIN ALREADY

HI TITAN ALREADY THAT WAS SICK AS HELL AND ALSO TERRIFYING

Seriously that Titan boss battle was crazy hard; it took me a lot of tries and it was a LONG fight every time

I have no solid thoughts on whether it's Carol Knight or Dess Knight; I'll have to ruminate on it more

It's Raining Here made real...

CANNOT BELIEVE WE ENDED THIS CHAPTER ON FRIGGIN KRIS MISERABLE IN BED WHILE SORIEL DISCO HAPPENS DOWNSTAIRS

Again: I want to draw but have no focus aaljsda

Also I got like two hours of sleep last night because my brain would not stop buzzing lol

Once again THIS GIF REMAINS MY ULTIMATE REACTION TO NEW DELTARUNE BYE:

[no-144444]

telling- o.piastri

summary: your first season as an f1 driver doesn't start the best, and you quickly realise McLaren doesn't like women very much. On top of that, your race engineer is as smug as the rest of them, and you have to deal with him all the time.

pairing: race engineer! oscar piastri x f1driver! fem! reader

warnings: lots of misogyny, lando is an asshole in this, illusions to ed behaviour, reader is not in a good head space, all of mclaren is super sexist, mentions of crashes and injuries

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten | part eleven | part twelve more to come...

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“You alright?” he mused, his hand squeezing yours. You nodded softly, smiling at him. 

“Fine,” you nodded. “I’m just… worried, I guess.” 

He shook his head. “Nothing to be worried about, they love you already.” 

You followed just a step behind him as he led you to the dining room. You’d been dating Oscar Piastri for 2 whole days. The sun set over Melbourne and the wonderful colours poured in from their large windows, as everyone sat down to dinner. Oscar had ‘stolen’ you away from Mae and Nicole for the day, opting to take you to meet some of his old friends and show you around his home town a bit, and you’d really enjoyed yourself. Australia was beautiful, the kind of place you’d like to live once F1 was over. The weather was warm, the sea was blue, and the people were kind. And Oscar was there. You liked it a lot. 

“What did you two get up to today?” Nicole asked over dinner. 

Oscar shrugged. “Not much, just took her to meet some of my old mates and showed her around a bit. She’s never been to Australia.” 

“She can speak y’know,” Mae sassed at her older brother, who rolled his eyes and shut up. 

You chuckled. “It was cool. Melbourne’s really nice. I usually only see it from the cockpit of the car.”

“What’s it like driving so fast?” Tim asked, still fascinated by it. 

“It’s kind of… unnoticeable unless something has gone really wrong,” you chuckled. “It’s cool though, everything just kind of whips past you.” 

“Fascinating,” he nodded. “Different from my line of work anyway,” he laughed. 

“Oh yeah, what about your parents? What do they do?” Nicole asked. Oscar stiffened beside you, watching carefully at how the question would play out. He knew about you and your parents' estranged relationship. He knew it was a sensitive subject. 

“They’re doctors, I think,” you shrugged. “One of them was a psychologist, and the other was a general practitioner.” 

Nicole’s face fell, a pit growing in her stomach as she feared the worst. “Are they passed?” She placed a comforting hand on your forearm. 

“No,” you shook your head. It was awkward to explain, but who cared? They’d probably find out anyway, just like everyone else did. It got leaked to the press in the middle of your 2nd season in F3 that you were estranged from your very famous, very powerful folks, and moreover, that they had a new family. It used to bother you. Sometimes, it still did. But Nicole wasn’t a nosy reporter, and you weren’t 17 anymore. “They just kind of… shipped me off to boarding school when I was 8 and cut me off when I was 17. We just weren’t close and it was clear they didn’t want kids at that time.”

“I’m sorry,” she squeezed your arm and you offered a soft smile. 

“Thank you,” you nodded. “Sorry for bringing the mood down.”

Hattie shook her head. “You didn’t, and anyway, their loss is our gain.” 

You smiled appreciatively at them. “Well, I did want to thank you all again for having me.”

“Any time,” Nicole smiled. “Always.”

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Oscar smiled as he pulled off your top and pressed your head against his chest. You wrapped your arms around his middle, relaxing into his touch. 

“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice low. 

You hummed against his skin. The both of you were lit by only candles (Oscar’s favourite thing ever), his bedroom looking increasingly cosy under the light. The soft breeze coming in from the window gave you goosebumps, but he was warm enough for the both of you. “Yeah, you?”

“I’m good,” he nodded, his hands wrapping around your legs and hoisting you up so that your legs were around his waist, and your arms were around his neck. You squealed and he dropped you onto his bed with a chuckle, pressed a kiss to your cheek, then walked to his bathroom to shower and brush his teeth. He loved kissing you. It was addicting, you were addicting. He had never pinned himself as a physical touch sort of guy, but there basically hadn't been a moment where he hadn't been touching you since you'd made it official, and you didn't seem to mind.

You cuddled up in bed, enjoying the soft pillows and lingering scent of Oscar. As you heard the shower turn on, your eyes fixated on the view outside the window. The ocean flowing gently just outside, the beach in front of you, the moon reflecting off small shells embedded in the sand, it was so beautiful. 

You heard the shower stop, and your attention turned back to you and Oscar. You two were official and it felt insane to be able to say he was your boyfriend, but you enjoyed it all the same. “Osc?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled, the sound warped by the toothbrush in his mouth. 

“Do you want to tell your family about us?” you questioned, playing with the hem of one of the pillows. “No pressure, of course.” 

He poked his head out from the bathroom, the towel around his bottom half dangerously low. You let your eyes wander all over him, his wet hair, his build physique, his goofy smile. “You mean it?” 

You nodded. “I mean… yeah? I feel weird being here and them not knowing,” you shrugged. “I don’t want to keep it from them, or really anyone, but especially them, right?” 

He nodded. “I agree,” he grinned. “We’ll tell them this week.” 

You smiled. “Cool,” then turned to your side and grabbed your book. 

“Are you going to act like that wasn’t a milestone?” he mused, joining you in bed, shorts on and towel-dried hair. 

“What?” you questioned, not looking up from your book. 

“You want to tell my parents about us,” he smiled. “That’s big.” 

You shrugged, unconvinced. “Is it though?” 

He nodded and pressed a kiss to your neck. “Yeah, it is,” he lay there for a moment, just watching you read. “You look beautiful,” he smiled. 

You turned to him and laughed. “You’re such a sop.” 

He rolled his eyes but smiled all the same. “Uh-huh,” he nodded and kissed you again. 

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“Do you want to come with us to Sydney?” Hattie offered as you two ate breakfast together. “We’re just going for like a few days, but we’d love to have you.” 

“Plus Mae will be like, miserable without you,” Eddie chuckled. You smiled. 

You shrugged. “I’d love to come.” 

“Where are we going?” Oscar asked as he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. 

“Y/n, Eddie, Mae, Mom, and I are all going to go on a trip to Sydney,” Hattie explained. 

Oscar nodded. “Can I come?” 

“Sure-” Eddie shrugged. 

“Mum wants it to be a girls trip,” Mae reminded them. 

“Come on, Y/n is my-”

“She’s our friend too,” Mae argued. 

“Yeah, and arguably, you could let Y/n out of your sight for more than three seconds,” Hattie chuckled. “She doesn’t constantly need you looking out for her. She can have a week away with her mates if she wants.” 

They were both quiet. 

“Hattie, what the fuck?” he scoffed. “If you’d let me finish, I could tell you that Y/n is my girlfriend, and I’d very much like to spend my break with her.” 

Hattie, Eddie, Mae, Nicole, and Tim’s eyes all looked to you for confirmation. You swallowed the bite of food in your mouth and turned to Oscar. 

“It’s only like 4 days,” you shrugged, and he stared back at you. “And then I’ll be back. Or I don’t have to go.” 

“Oh, I thought it was the month trip mum had planned-”

“You’re dating?!” Nicole cheered, rushing over to hug the both of you. “That’s great news!” 

“How’s he done that?” Eddie whispered to Hattie, who just laughed. 

You graciously accepted the hug, then turned back to the conversation. “I don’t mind.” 

“You go, I thought it was the month-long thing my mum wanted to do,” he explained, and kissed the top of your head. “When are you leaving?” 

“Tomorrow,” Hattie interjected. 

“Cool,” he smiled. 

“Cool,” you mirrored. 

It wasn’t exactly how either of you were planning on telling them, but it worked all the same.

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[chibieggplant]

Accidentally Exposed

One Piece boys accidentally walking in on you getting changed

With Ace | Law | Penguin | Luffy

Female reader

Ace

The door to your cabin swung open with an audible creak, revealing a sight that instantly ignited a blush that rivalled the inferno he so effortlessly commanded. His footsteps faltered mid-stride, dark eyes widening in both surprise and embarrassment as he took in the sight of his crewmate in a state of half-dress. You were facing away from him, your back exposed save for a dangerously small towel wrapped loosely around your chest. Sunlight streamed through the porthole window, casting a halo around your damp hair and highlighting the freckles scattered like constellations across your back. Ace felt his heart pounding in his chest, a mix of surprise and unbidden desire coursing through his veins. He swallowed hard, trying to regain his composure as he shamelessly took in every tantalizing inch of your form.

At the sound of your door opening you pivot swiftly on your heels to face the intruder. “Ace!” You squealed in alarm. Unfortunately, your hasty reaction had the opposite effect of preserving modesty. The momentum sent the flimsy towel slipping precariously, coming open slightly and exposing even more of your sun-kissed skin. Granting Ace a fleeting glimpse of the enticing expanse of your body below.

Ace's eyes widened comically, his heartbeat hammering wildly in his chest, both from the shock of intrusion and the tantalizing image seared into his brain. "Shit! Y/n! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to barge in!" He stuttered, hastily turning around and slapping a large palm over his burning gaze.

The silence stretched tensely for several seconds before your muffled giggle drifted across the room. Ace peeked over his shoulder, relief flooding through him like a cool ocean breeze seeing you readjusting your towel. "It's fine, really, could have been worse," you assured him sheepishly, your cheeks tinted pink.

"Yeah... Yeah, of course." He cleared his throat awkwardly, turning fully around now that modesty was mostly restored. His devilish grin returned tenfold, however, at the prospect of teasing you about this later. "Just didn't expect our serious doctor to be hiding such lovely… assets, underneath those boring old lab coats," Ace finished smoothly, trying his best to diffuse the lingering awkwardness with his signature charm. His eyes danced teasingly, but there was no malice behind his words; only genuine appreciation for beauty caught unexpectedly.

You blushed deeper at his comment, rolling your eyes fondly nonetheless. "You're incorrigible," you muttered, but your lips curved upwards into a smile that betrayed your amusement.

Law

The door to your cabin slid open without warning, admitting a tall silhouette that paused mid-step as its occupant took in the unexpected sight before him. Law's gaze flickered across your half-dressed form of an open shirt and black underwear, taking in the delicate curves of your thighs and the smooth expanse of skin exposed by your loosened clothing. He quickly schooled his features into indifference, though a faint blush still stained his cheeks. The corners of his mouth twitched as he fought back the urge to smile at your flustered state - it wasn't every day one caught the crew's resident nurse off guard like this.

“C-captain! Sorry, I thought I locked my door,” you stammered as you scrambled to find your trousers and button up your shirt.

"My apologies," he rasped out, voice uncharacteristically low as he turned away, giving you the privacy you deserved. Despite his outward calmness, however, Law couldn't help but feel his heart rate pick up slightly at the unexpected intimacy of the moment. Your relationship had always been one of mutual respect and professionalism, yet seeing you vulnerable like this stirred something deep within him. As he stood there, listening to your hurried movements while you dressed, Law found himself struggling to maintain his customary cool demeanour. Once he heard the soft rustle of fabric cease, signalling that you were decent again, he finally allowed himself to turn back towards you - though he carefully avoided meeting your gaze directly. "Is there something you require assistance with?" You asked as Law attempted casualness, leaning against the doorframe with his hands tucked into his pockets.

You stood before him now, fully clothed in your usual white medical attire, yet Law couldn't help the heat pooling low in his abdomen at the memory of your exposed skin. He cleared his throat again, trying to dispel the unwanted arousal threatening to betray his composure further. "Ah yes, I merely wanted to discuss..." Law paused, mentally scolding himself for forgetting why he had entered in the first place. "...the shipment of medical supplies. It seems some items might be missing," he lied smoothly, inventing an excuse on the spot. Your eyes narrowed suspiciously, clearly aware of his flustered state, but didn't comment on it further. Instead, you sighed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Alright, let me check my inventory." Law nodded curtly, watching your retreating figure as you walked towards your desk. He mentally reprimanded himself for his lack of self-control; you were his crewmate and friend, not some tavern wench for his lewd fantasies. Yet even as he berated himself internally, Law couldn't help but steal furtive glances at the sway of your hips beneath the fabric of your uniform, reminding himself to keep it professional while he discreetly adjusted his trousers that betrayed his growing desires.

Penguin

A series of clumsy thuds preceded the abrupt entrance of Penguin. The door to your cabin swung wide open, revealing your flustered crewmate mid-stumble, his hat nearly toppling off his head. You yelped, hands instinctively covering your breasts as you spun around to face the intruder. Penguin froze in place, his bugged eyes taking in the sight before him - your half-clad form framed perfectly against the dim cabin lighting. Your discarded shirt lay forgotten on the floor, exposing a generous amount of skin.

"P-Penguin!" You squealed, cheeks burning redder than Ace's devil fruit abilities could ever manage. “Wh-what do you want?" You demanded, trying to sound stern despite your obvious embarrassment.

"I-I'm sorry! I-I thought, uh...L-law- I mean the Captain sent me!" He stammered out, his cheeks darkening in embarrassment. Quickly averting his gaze and pulling down his hat, Penguin's vision fixated on the ground below him, determined not to peek despite his body begging otherwise. He could feel his cheeks warming up with mortification as he fumbled for words to diffuse the awkward silence that followed.

Penguin continued to ramble nervously, clearly regretting his lack of thinking that led him to burst in on you during such an intimate moment. "I-I swear, I didn't mean to intrude, y/n! It's just, I uh, I didn't think!" You stifled a chuckle appreciating his attempt at a flustered apology despite your own embarrassment. "It's fine, Penguin. Just give me a minute to finish changing." You muttered, your voice strained as you scrambled to cover yourself properly. The cabin filled with a tense silence broken only by the rustling of fabric and Penguin's shallow breaths. “O-of course,” he stammered as he stumbled out of the door. His mind whirred with thoughts he shouldn't entertain about his fellow crewmate, but it was difficult when presented with such a sight. Y/n, usually so composed and professional, looked incredibly endearing in your current state of undress. Shaking his head to dispel the improper thoughts, Penguin mentally scolded himself. *Focus on your job, idiot!* His inner voice chastised him. *You're supposed to protect her dignity, not ogle at her!* Feeling slightly guilty but still unable to completely banish the enticing mental image, he waited patiently outside your door until you called out for him to enter again. He was undoubtedly going to find it challenging to look at you in the same way from now on.

Luffy

As the Straw Hat Pirate captain barged into your cabin without a second thought you barely managed to cover yourself before Luffy's curious gaze landed on your half-exposed form of you standing in your underwear. His expression morphed from surprise to pure childlike interest, his eyes sparkling with innocence as he blurted out, "Whoa y/n! Is this your new swimsuit?" Luffy's nonchalant question stood in sharp contrast to the mortification you felt, your cheeks burning crimson. Attempting to maintain some semblance of dignity, you quickly covered yourself up with a discarded robe, "Luffy! How many times have I told you to knock?" He simply grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head - a gesture that never failed to make your heart flutter despite the circumstances. Unfazed by your embarrassment, Luffy continued to ogle you openly, his simple curiosity untouched by the societal norms that dictated modesty. You found herself torn between laughter and frustration at your captain's antics - typical Luffy you thought internally rolling your eyes.

Still grinning brightly despite your attempts at maintaining decorum, Luffy stepped closer, his curiosity getting the better of him. He reached out tentatively towards your partially covered shoulder, wanting to touch the intriguing material of your ''swimsuit'. Before you could protest further, Luffy’s fingers trailed your bra strap, his touch warm against your exposed skin. His voice was filled with genuine wonder when he asked again, "This must be so much cooler than regular clothes though right?"

You bit back a smile despite yourself, unable to stay mad at him for his earnest fascination. You shook your head softly, trying to hide the blush creeping up your neck. "Uh, yeah Luffy, it keeps me cooler," you mumbled, averting your gaze shyly. Luffy tilted his head, looking thoughtful for a moment before nodding enthusiastically. "Then it must be super comfortable! And it looks super cute" He beamed, giving you a genuine compliment that made your heart skip a beat.

Your captain's enthusiasm was infectious, causing you to find yourself smiling despite your earlier embarrassment. "Thanks, Luffy," you said warmly, feeling a wave of affection wash over you at his kind albeit naive words. Luffy bounced on the balls of his feet excitedly, seemingly thrilled by this newfound discovery. "Hey, maybe we should go swimming together! We could show everyone your new swimsuit!"

Your face ignited once again in a brighter shade of scarlet at Luffy's suggestion, your hand instinctively pulling the robe more securely. "Luffy! These aren't swimming clothes!" You spluttered. Luffy paused, tilting his head to the side as he processed your words. His eyes narrowed slightly before realization dawned on him. "Ohhh," he muttered comprehendingly, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as the situation clicked.

You watched as Luffy’s cheeks flushed slightly, mirroring your embarrassment as he realised. However, quickly Luffy's grin returned full force, lightening the atmosphere in the cabin instantly. “Sorry y/n, but it looked comfy enough for swimming!” He laughed lightly, causing a smile to tug at your lips. “Well, whatever it’s for,” Luffy continued, “You look great!” He added, his compliment genuine and heartwarming. You couldn’t help but laugh at his oblivion, “Thank you Luffy…now can you please get out of my room and let me finish changing?” You struggled to hold back your smile while gesturing toward your door.

[dannyriccsystem]

ok this is a bit of a silly one but what about a fic where reader is taller than the driver and they keep teasing them abt it? smth cute and silly hehe :3 (maybe include the rookies too for this one haha-)

SHE’S STANDING SIX-FOOT THREE.

FORMULA ONE DRIVERS X READER

this picture kills me why is he giving Flynn Ryder

Summary: Tall reader teasing their short boyfriend!

Warnings: Height for the reader will be given for each driver, Y/N usage, not proofread… Silly attack

Featuring: LN4, IH6, KA12, CL16, YT22, LL30, OB87

Sorry I have no idea what this lineup is I was just feeling it

LANDO NORRIS - LN4

Lando height: I believe about 5’8. Results on google are mixed!

Reader height: 5’10 :)

“Hey, is the weather different down there?” You ask with a cheesy grin, leaning on your boyfriend’s shoulder like an armrest. You were taller than the average girl for sure, which made dating hard. Thankfully, Lando enjoyed a taller woman.

“There’s a total of five centimeters between us.” That’s right. 5 centimeters, or 2 inches. It was a very minuscule distance— You’d probably only notice it if you were really paying attention, but to you it was a big difference. You’d never been taller than your boyfriend before.

“Hey, five centimeters is a lot, right?” You can practically see the steam coming out of his ears. A few of the mechanics in the garage take note of your jesting and laugh amongst themselves. He knows he’s going to get teased later. You clap him on the shoulder, and then pull him in for a quick peck. “Good luck, Lan. I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah… I love you too, I guess.” You both exchange a quick laugh before you walk off, waving. The race was about to start!

ISACK HADJAR - IH6

Isack height: 5’6

Reader height: 5’10

You were quite a bit taller than your boyfriend, Isack. It made for some awkward interactions in public, mostly related to the difference between the two of you. You tried not to overthink it, especially since he seemed to enjoy your height. The occasional joke was worth his love.

“How do you handle having a bigger partner?” A reporter asks him one day, whilst you’re standing right there. Both of your guys’ eyes widen, and you exchange a look. “I mean— Height wise!”

“It’s hard, I have to climb them like a tree,” He replies jokingly, and the reporter chuckles with him. You raise a brow, and shake your head.

“It’s easy for him. I’m the one who has to lean over all the damn time.” He fakes a deep frown, all while you giggle at his reaction. “Maybe we can invest in a stool for you, Isack.”

“So mean.”

KIMI ANTONELLI - KA12

Kimi height: 5’8

Reader height: 6’0

“George!” Kimi calls out, dragging you along towards his teammate. You’re here for the ride. “This is my partner, Y/N!”

You stare at the other driver, who happens to be fairly tall as well. He reaches his hand out to shake, and you do the same. “Nice to meet you, Y/N. I never realized Kimi’s partner was so tall.” He smiles as he points it out.

“Yeahh, I guess he has a thing for tall people!” You nod, pulling your hand back. He seemed nice enough. “Maybe he likes having someone to carry him around and baby him.”

“Woah, hey! Not true. I could totally carry you around,” He backfired, making you laugh again. He was fairly strong, so you wouldn’t doubt his capabilities. “The more height the more I can appreciate.”

“How cute.” You reply, ruffling his hair.

CHARLES LECLERC - CL16

Charles height: 5’11

Reader height: 6’2

The hate didn’t really get to you. A lot of people were critical of Charles Leclerc’s tall partner, because they looked a bit awkward as a couple, but you didn’t care. There was a three inch difference between you and your boyfriend, but that wasn’t going to stop you from enjoying life. Hell, you’d still wear heels. You didn’t care.

Like tonight. It was date night, and you decided to wear a pretty dress with some heels. They extended your height about an inch and a half. When you went to greet your boyfriend, you took note of the way he had to push himself up onto his toes to kiss you.

“Am I the first person you’ve had to get on your tippy toes for?” You tease as you turn back to the mirror, finishing putting on all the jewelry you decided to wear. You sit down in front of the vanity, letting him stand behind you.

“Oh, definitely.” He mused, pressing a kiss to the top of your scalp, now that he could actually reach.

YUKI TSUNODA - YT22

Yuki height: 5’3

Reader height: 5’10

Yuki got the height difference that booktok girls dreamed of. A lot of people assumed he’d look for someone around his height, or shorter, which limited his options quite a bit. Surprisingly, he did the exact opposite. Sought out a tall girl.

You were delighted to have caught the attention of such a sweetheart, and to you, height didn’t matter! You were at the paddock for the first time, taking everyone by surprise with your runway-worthy appearance. Tall, dressed nicely, and pretty overall.

“Excuse me, can you point me in the direction of the RedBull garage?” You asked a passing engineer. He gave you a befuddled look, and gestured off in the distance. As you approached, you could see your boyfriend. With a wave and a squeal of excitement you rushed over to him. “Yuki! I missed you.”

You both hugged. Everyone around you was staring with disbelief. How did he bag you?!

LIAM LAWSON - LL30

Liam height: 5’9

Reader height: 5’10

One inch. One singular inch between you and your boyfriend, but it felt like miles when other people pointed it out. Liam was never concerned about it, because even if you were a whole foot taller he sincerely wouldn’t care. You, however, were unsure.

“Don’t you feel ridiculous dating someone taller than you? Most athletes go for short people.” You speak in a brief moment of insecurity, but he seems to take it as a teasing gesture and just laughs.

“Nah, who cares? I think it’s fun.” You blink in surprise, and your worry is replaced with a warm expression. “If we ever get to go to a concert, I’ll be the one on your shoulders.”

Of course that’s what he’s most excited about.

OLIVER BEARMAN - OB87

Oliver height: 6’2

Reader height: 6’5

It’s a wonder to everyone how Ollie even managed to find you. It would have been significantly easier for him to date someone shorter than him, but he just happened to fall for one of the very few people in his life who wasn’t.

You, of course, had a lot of questions when you first started dating. First off, why would he pick you over the various short women who had their eyes on him. Second- No. There was not second question, just that first one.

“You must have a thing for people taller than you,” You teased one day as the two of you were relaxing in bed. He had his head on your chest, eyes trained on his phone screen as he texted his team about something work related. You expected a defensive response.

“Yup.” Guess not.

[disneyprincemuke]

best dress * fem!driver

when pictures circulate on instagram of her on a night out in her best dress, the guys start to get curious who she’s out and about with on a saturday night

pairings: sebastian vettel x fem!driver, oscar piastri x fem!driver, logan sargeant x fem!driver, george russell x fem!driver, lando norris x fem!driver, max verstappen x fem!driver

warnings: none

notes: i may have gotten carried away with this one… and this might have played out a LOT funnier in my head than it does written down

(series masterlist) | (📂 the rookie season)

-> the aftermath

she pushes the door open and steps out of her racing home. she looks left and right cautiously, careful not to catch her colleagues’ attentions. there’s many nights she’d appreciate their companionship but tonight is not that night.

she can only step one down before her worst nightmare comes to life.

“hey, where are you going?” she turns her head, mouth agape as she meets lando’s curious eyes. his eyes scan her body and his head tilts. “and why are you all dressed up?”

she straightens her body and pats her dress down. she flicks her hair behind her shoulder, trying to ignore the awkward tension in the air.

“um,” she trails off, glancing at the group of engineers walking past them without another thought. “i’m going out tonight.”

lando’s smile drops. “oh,” he slouches, “i was here to ask you if you wanted to grab drinks with us at the bar tonight.”

“hey lando, did you f- what are you wearing?” oscar’s jaw drops, nose scrunched up as he points at her in what can only be described as disgust. “where are you even going?”

“out,” she answers with gritted teeth, glancing at the gantries of the paddocks. it’s so close yet so far away. “i’ll see you guys tomorrow, okay? i’ve really got to go.”

“but you never turn down post-quali drinks at the bar,” lando frowns. he presses his palm against his chest and throws his head back. “i can’t believe you’d betray me like that.”

oscar looks her up and down, eyebrow raising as it gets to the heels she’s put on. “why are you wearing heels? seriously, where the hell are you going?”

“exploring the city!”

“exploring the c– we’re here year after year. we know the best spots!” lando defends. “come on! we’re going to have so much fun!”

“you’re exploring the city in heels?”

she narrows her eyes down into a mean glare. of course this is the one time that oscar decides to remember she doesn’t wear high heels for exploration purposes. “yeah.”

“you know you want to come with us.” lando shimmies his shoulders, face hopeful that the driver would change her mind. but she still shakes her head and his smile immediately drops. “fine. be that way.”

“i’m sorry, i already arranged my plans even before we flew to miami,” she laughs sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck. “if you guys are going out tomorrow, i’m free to join.”

lando intertwines his fingers. “okay. but if you cancel again, i’m crashing into you the next race.”

“okay,” she chuckles, readjusting the strap of her purse. “i’ll catch you guys tomorrow.”

oscar rolls his eyes, but a smile still stretches his lips. “don’t get lost. it’s a big city, (y/n).”

“yeah, penelope’s doing amazing,” max nods, his arm resting on the back of lando’s chair. one of his legs over the other, he takes a swig of his beer. “she just started school recently.”

“oh, i s-“

“hold up!” lando holds his arm out to max’s chest, his scream startling everyone seated around the table. the light from his phone illuminates his face as everyone turns to him with a puzzled stare. “oh, my god!”

“what?” max answers just as enthusiastically, smacking lando’s thigh to get his attention. lando lifts the phone up into his face, squinting as he tries to make out the person in the picture.

“yeah, don’t cut me off,” george scoffs as he folds his arms over his chest. “i was just asking if-“

“(y/n)’s out on a date!” lando yells, smacking max’s chest. he pushes himself off the chair and throws the phone into george’s lap. “dude, i knew it! i knew there was a reason she’s all dressed up!”

“seriously!” george screams towards his fellow brit.

“a date?” oscar scoffs, in absolute disbelief that his best friend could even have the ability to attract a man. “there’s no way.”

max grins sheepishly, handing the phone over to the australian. “i’m afraid so. someone saw her in a restaurant with a guy,” max states, “it’s all over instagram.”

oscar snorts, slowly analysing the grainy picture of the girl in a restaurant with somebody. sure, it’s similar to the dress she wore when they caught her sneaking out of the paddocks, but how sure can they be that it’s her?

“we should go and find her!” max suggests, his face lighting up and cheeks flushed from all the alcohol. he jumps in his seat and smacks george’s thigh lightly. “dude, let’s find her!”

“are you crazy?” george grabs max’s hand and throws it back at his body. “her date’s none of our business!”

though, lando disagrees with his friend. he clasps his hands together with a loud sound. “let’s go, gentlemen. we’re crashing (y/n)’s date.”

but only max stands up, hands on his hips and chest puffed out. “i’m ready. i’ve got my brave face on.”

“you look absolutely ridiculous,” george raises an eyebrow, “i don’t believe you used to scare off victoria’s suitors when you were younger.”

“me neither, but it somehow worked,” max nods proudly, turning slightly to look at george. “come on! this is practice for when it’s penelope’s turn! i have to make it believable this time.”

“you’re so drunk, mate,” george sighs. yet he still gets off his seat. “but i kinda want to see this with my own eyes.”

lando turns to oscar, still planted in his seat. lando doesn’t get to say a word before oscar starts shaking his head vigorously.

lando slouches. “why not?”

“i absolutely don’t believe that (y/n) is strong enough to take me in a normal fight,” oscar shakes his head, “but i’ve learned my lesson squeezing myself into a scenario that involves her dating life.”

george tilts his head. “what?”

oscar looks up, eyes scanning the three older men towering over him. “she gave me a really bad bruise one time when i scared off this guy that hit on her in the mall.”

“so?” max yanks oscar off his seat. “i’ll protect you. come on, i’ve got to see who’s sweeping (y/n) off her feet.”

“okay, but remember to tell her i tried to stop you,” oscar mutters, letting max push him towards the door.

after many dms sent on instagram, phone calls made, and struggles to find a taxi, the four have finally arrived at the restaurant. it’s a quiet establishment in the further end of the city, heads turning as passersby recognise the huddled men by the entrance.

“are you sure it’s this one?” oscar looks up at the sign. it’s a lot fancier than he expected. “doesn’t really seem like (y/n)’s gig.”

“if i were taking the grid’s princess out on a date, i’d take her to a fancy restaurant too,” max shrugs, following oscar’s stare.

the amount of time it took them to connect the puzzle pieces really sobered him up.

george taps his foot on the ground, craning his neck for a better look through the window. “are you sure it’s here? i don’t see her.”

“the girl that posted it said she was here when snapped the picture,” lando confirms, looking between his phone screen and the sign of the restaurant. “what if (y/n) tricked us knowing we’d come running?”

once the server comes back out, guiding them to their table, each of them does their own part to pick the girl from the crowd.

“i don’t see her,” max sighs, taking one last look at the restaurant’s tables and picking up the menu. “there’s no way we ditched the bar for a wild goose chase.”

“because she’s in the far corner over there,” oscar says nonchalantly, head flicking towards the other end of the restaurant where it’s slightly darker than normal. “i noticed her when we were outside the restaurant.”

george slowly turns his head to oscar. “while we were busting our asses looking for her?”

oscar shrugs, eyes boring into the menu for a snack to fill himself with. “i told you — i’m not getting another bruise for meddling with her love life.”

“nice! there’s a table closer to her!” max suddenly says, already on his feet to follow the waiter. he turns around and beckons his friends to follow him. “come on!”

they keep their heads low as the face of the familiar girl comes into sight. oscar even covers with his face with the menu, having learned his lesson from all those years ago.

they’re a table diagonal from her, menus up to cover their faces from her. “dude, who is she with?”

“i don’t know, i can’t get a look at his face without revealing mine,” george mutters, peeking slightly above his menu. he darts back down and rolls his eyes. “max, your turn.”

“don’t make it look obvious,” lando mutters, nudging max’s elbow with his. “look like you’re looking for a waiter.”

max swiftly turns in his seat, completely twisting his torso to get a look. but the man is faced away, the driver comfortably sitting in the booth seat as she giggles at something he said.

“dude, i can’t,” max shrugs, shying away behind his menu once more.

to the table next to them, a menu drops and reveals sebastian. “what are you idiots doing here?”

george’s jaw drops, pointing a finger at the older man. “we could ask you the same.”

“we saw her getting in a random ass car outside the paddocks.” the other menu across sebastian lowers, revealing logan with his hood covering his head. “we followed her here.”

“so you know who she’s with?” max asks in a hushed whisper, leaning towards their table. he looks down at the empty table. “you haven’t ordered anything?”

“it took us a while to get a table,” logan shrugs, pulling his hood further down to cover his face. “food’s in the kitchen.”

“oh, what did you get?” max asks, now looking back at the menu for something to order.

“mate!” george scolds, rolling his eyes before facing the other table. “who is she with?”

“according to blythe, it’s jacob elordi,” sebastian says, then shrugs with the roll of his eyes. “whoever that is.”

“oh, i’ve heard of him,” max nods, pressing his lips together. “he was in euphoria, wasn’t he?”

the table falls silent, heads turning to look at the dutchman as his confession falls from his lips. max notices their stares and he simply shrugs. “kelly and i like to watch shows over the break.”

“still not a show i expected you to be watching,” lando scoffs, turning slightly to get a glimpse of the girl once more. “isn’t he a bit too old for her?”

max straightens up, stiffly turning to look at lando. his head tilts as an unimpressed expression lands on his face. “dude. easy on the age gap.”

“yours doesn’t count,” lando sighs, “she’s practically a baby!”

oscar clicks his tongue. “but i mean… jacob elordi isn’t ugly, yes? an upgrade from her only boyfriend, right, max?”

max shrugs. “i guess.”

sebastian nods towards the table, his eyes suddenly widening at the empty booth seat. “where did she go? did she ditch him?”

“no, she caught you.” a low feminine voice makes all their heads turn to the end of the table. she looks down and pulls the hood off of logan’s head and shoves him forward slightly. “why are you here? you’re better than this!”

logan shrugs, chuckling slightly. “you were being secretive! i was just curious!”

“this is the last time i’m going on a date from the paddocks,” she grunts, stomping her heel into the ground. “go home, you guys! we’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

sebastian hisses as the waiter stops behind her, dishes resting on top of the tray in his hands. “we already got some food.”

she narrows her eyes down, locking eyes with max. “you’re here too?”

max nods. “i suggested this,” his eyes go around the table, “team bonding activity.”

“i just wanted to see what would happen,” george admits. he points at max seated opposite him, “he said he wanted to scare off whoever your date is.”

“it’s true, i heard him say it,” lando nods, a small and guilty smile flashes at her. “we were just concerned about you.”

sebastian grabs her wrist gently, shaking her arm. “don’t be mad anymore. come on…”

“and you!” she points a finger at the australian sitting quietly between logan and george. his head snaps up at the yelp, wide and guilty eyes meeting hers. “i told you to stop meddling with my love life!”

“what?” oscar screams back, dropping his menu. “i was dragged here against my will!”

“i don’t believe you!”

“max!” oscar looks at max, then points at the furious girl as he awaits his explanation.

max stares at him for a second too long, and a giggle erupts from his throat. “right! right… we forced him here. he did not want another bruise, he said.”

“good,” she scolds, turning on her heel. “we’re leaving.”

“but we just got here!” lando squeaks. he cowers into his seat when she turns back around to glare at him, giving him flashbacks to a time when his mother would use it on him. “i mean, enjoy your time and don’t get too tired. it’s race day tomorrow.”

oscar doesn’t bother looking at her again. “see you tomorrow, loser.”

“where are you going?” george asks, a mischevious grin on his face to challenge her. “back to the hotel for some fun time?”

“a walk,” she sighs, dropping her head. she leans on the table. “my heels are killing me.”

“oh, i’ve got you,” sebastian mutters, disappearing underneath the table. out of his bag is a pair of doll shoes, the ones that she keeps in the garage when her time in the race car is over. “i saw these lying around aimlessly and thought i should keep them for you before it gets too dirty.”

she glares at him, hesitantly taking the shoes into her hand. “you took these from my room, didn’t you?”

sebastian shrugs. “you don’t wear heels very often, kid.”

“give me recommendations for date places,” logan smiles. “maybe next time i’ll have a girl out here with me. like you with jacob elordi.”

her mood changes back to what it was before: a mixture of irritation and not one of amusement. “i will kill you guys tomorrow. my date is waiting for me outside.”

oscar waves her towards the door. “i trust you’ll text logan and i about this later.”

“hey, i want in!” lando adds on, completely ignoring the girl walking away to the door.

“dude, this is seriously none of our business.”

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[nena-la-fresa]

All Night Long | Good Ending |

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Pairing: Josh Washington x f! Reader

Warning: Flirting | Smut | Little bit of Voyeurism | P in V | Blowjob | Three way |

Word Count: 2551

Sometimes you still think about that night. You felt like Beth and Hannah were like sisters to you. You visited their house often for breakfast and dinner, so it really hurt what happened. You couldn’t even imagine how Josh felt. You still feel somewhat responsible, maybe if you hadn't been taking care of Josh that night things would have been different. 

They both knew you liked their brother. If anything they were the only ones who tried to get you together. They were the ones who set drunk Josh down on the same couch as you. You were so focused on playing with his hair and drawing lines on his face with your fingers. You even confused your feelings to him. You thought he heard you when he mumbled your name in his sleep. 

But then they went missing and Josh cut off you and everyone else. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt but what else could you do. He was mourning. 

You were a little surprised though at the invite you got. But still happy, you really hoped that he was doing somewhat better. 

When you got there it was like he was the same Josh, he didn’t look like he was mourning. He acted the same way. He still made his same flirtatious comments. He was still that boy next door kind of guy. 

He had noticed that you got cold, so he walked over with a blanket. You were about to take it when he opened it and wrapped you with the blanket. You looked up at him, a bit corny but looking into his eyes just made you feel like kissing him. 

And you feel like he noticed too, why else would he clear his throat and walk away. You felt a little disappointed. But you thought it was a good time to talk to him. You sat down next to him while he was crouching trying to light the fire. You weren’t alone so you just spoke softly so only he could hear.

“I’m really sorry for what happened Josh. I really loved Hannah and Beth. I still miss going over to your house on Sundays and eating breakfast with you guys. I really regret that day too, I should have been with Hannah that day. But I was so focused on taking care of you that I just didn’t- I didn’t think about what could happen.”

You looked up and saw him looking at you. “Thank you. I appreciate that Y/n.” 

You were about to say something when Chris interrupted, “What am I missing?” 

You rolled your eyes before looking at Chris who was crouched coming in between the two of you. 

“Everything, we just had full blown sex right now. How'd you miss it?” Josh turned slightly to look at Chris. 

“Oh shit no way. Was it hot?” Chris patted Josh on the back. 

“Oh yeah dude. It was, you couldn’t tell? Dude had me cumming three times in the span of a minute. That guys, a real sex god.” They both looked at you bewildered, not uttering a word. 

“Okay, guess I can’t joke around. I’ll leave you ladies to it. I’m going to sit on the couch where it's less awkward.” You got up and moved over to where Ashely was. 

Chris moved to where you had been sitting, “So uh, you and uh, you and her?” He nodded towards you. 

“What about me and her?” Josh continued to try and get the fire going. 

“You finally gonna ask her out?” Chris whispers, “Cuz if you don’t I might just have to. I mean have you seen that ass? Just thinking about it makes me wet. Picture it, her ass up in the air while you're pounding into her and it has her screaming your name.” 

Josh glares over at Chris. Chris laughs, “Just saying the same shit you did buddy. But seriously, I think you should finally go for it. She definitely wants you to.”

You slowly stopped talking when you heard Sam yell about there not being any hot water. Josh got up and was about to head to the basement. 

“Go.” Ashley whispered, but seeing that you didn’t get up she yelled. “Josh, do you need help? Cuz Y/n could definitely help you if you needed help.” 

Josh turned around, “Yeah I could use some help. It’s definitely a two man job.” 

“Alright well if you need me that bad I guess I’ll go.” 

You both stood at the entrance of the basement. “Oh fuck no. I’m not going down there.” 

You didn’t budge, “What you scared?” Josh smirked. 

“Yes actually. Haven’t you ever seen scary movies Josh. People die in basements. There are ghosts and shit down there, psycho’s who are waiting for people to have sex.” 

“You tryin to have sex?” He raised an eyebrow.. 

You glare at him, “Sure buddy. Let’s have sex all you want.” 

He pumps his fist, “Yes.” He sees that you still aren't moving. 

“Alright. Here.” He holds out his arm for you. 

“Come on. Just hold onto me.” You hesitated, “Trust me, if there was anything in there I’d protect you.” 

“Okay.” You wrapped your arm around his, pulling him close. He could feel your breast pressed up against his arm. 

He’d be lying if he said it didn’t get him a little hard. 

After watching Josh fix the boiler he asks for your help. “Alright turn that switch there.”

“Right here?” 

“Yeah.”

You turn the switch on and the boiler starts working. 

“Yes! High five girl!” 

“What are we kids?” You laugh but still give him a high five. 

“Nah cuz if we were kids you wouldn't have said what you did upstairs.” You could hear the flirtation in his voice. 

You could feel your face heat up. “Okay. Let’s just forget about it” You start to walk away but hear a loud sound that scared you. “What was that?” 

You backed up into Josh, the warmth that was radiating off of his chest had you melting. His hands landed on your hips keeping you close. You felt him lean down and talk in your ear. 

“That could be a lot of things. But what I’m focused on is the fact you called me a what was it again? A sex god?” 

You shifted a bit in his grasp, an exhale left his breath. “Don’t do that.” His voice barely above a whisper. 

You felt something boil up from inside you. Something about him whispering in your ear got to you. “Do what? Oh this?” You rubbed your ass against him. 

“Fuck.” Josh gripped your waist tighter. 

“What can’t flirt back.” You felt him start to rub himself against your ass. 

One of his hands shifted from your hip to your pants. He wasted no time slipping his hand down them. His cold hand against your slit was such a sensation. His fingers went past your folds and slipped inside. “Fuck.” You whispered. 

You were at a loss of words as he pumped his fingers in and out slowly. He used his other hand to move your hair out of the way so that he could suck on your neck. His hand going back to your hip to hold you in place. 

“What was that about flirting back?” He felt you tighten around his fingers. 

“Josh please.” 

“Please what?” 

“I need you.” He took his fingers out. Leaving you feeling empty. 

“Need me where.” He put his fingers in his mouth, “God you taste so good.” 

“In me. I need you in me please.” He got right to it. He took off your clothes and his. You could feel his hard dick against your ass. 

He pushed you against the way so that you could lean forward. His dick rubbing against your folds. You could feel his arousal. 

Your once empty hole felt full, the girth and length that this man had. He started out slow. But he picked up the pace. One hand on your hip and the other against your clit. 

“Your pussy feels so good.” He whispered to you. He stopped for a bit before putting you on all fours. Your face pressed against the blanket he gave you earlier. His hands on your waist, gripping them tight enough to leave a bruise. And the feeling of his dick reaching places you wouldn't have felt while being pushed up against the wall. 

Josh's pace starts to pick up. He starts hitting all the right places and it causes you to scream. 

Unbeknownst to you both but there was someone watching. Chris was getting ready to scare you both with the first sound but when you both didn’t go investigating he got closer. That was when he saw you two. He was watching as you were grinding on Josh, and the way Josh started fingering you. He felt himself get hard. He knows he shouldn't have. He had a crush on Ashley. But what he told Josh earlier wasn't that much of a lie. He did think you were hot, especially in high school. Even when Josh dropped out he’d still see you around campus, he always wanted to talk to you. Always wanted to have sex with you. He fantasized about it a lot. 

And now here he is. Watching behind a shelf, with his dick out stroking himself to the sight of his best friend fuck the girl he thought was hot. He could feel himself getting closer to cumming when something fell. 

You both looked up in the direction of the noise. Chris’s face was now visible to you both. “Uh. I heard someone scream.” 

Josh didn’t stop though, the room filled with the sound of skin hitting against one another.  If anything Christ standing and just watching made Josh thrust even harder, like he was trying to claim his dominance. Especially with what Chris was saying earlier. 

You’ve never thought of Chris in that way but being watched did something to you. “Josh” you moaned his name and felt yourself squeezing around his dick. 

“You just gonna stand there Cochise? Cuz it looks like our girl here is getting excited from being watched. I know you haven't gotten your dick sucked. Why don’t you let her get it wet. But don’t expect it again. It’s a one-time offer Cochise.” Josh watched as Chris hesitated. 

“Or you could go back upstairs and not get any from Ashley. Cuz I know you both wont put out.”

In a rush Chris keeps the robe on but gets down on his knees. You prop yourself up but grab his hard dick. You lick the tip before looking up at him and putting it in your mouth. 

“Fuck” Chris lens his head back and grabs a fist full of hair. 

“She’s good isn't she Cochise.” Josh kept ramming into you, saliva dripping down your chin from Chris, dick in your mouth. 

“She's better with her mouth around you. So why don’t I give you a turn and you give me a turn.” 

Anger built up in Josh, “Fuck no.” Josh grabbed your arms and pulled you back up. 

“I have an idea. I don’t think you’ll like it though.” You let Josh slip out of you. You turned around, your lips hovering over his lips. “But I really want to try it. And then after I’m all yours.” 

Josh nodded, you told Chris to lay down. You made Josh watch as you sank down on Chris’ dick. You bounced on it a few times before leaning back against Chris’ chest. 

“You just want me to watch you fuck another guy?”

“No. Just come here.” You wrapped your mouth against his dick and got it wet. You sucked on the tip before pulling back, “I want you to go in.” 

“I’m sorry what?” Chris showed hesitation. 

“Chris please. Come on, don't ever tell me that you two horn dogs never thought about a girl with two dicks in her.” 

Josh smirked at you, “Wow, you’re really taking that party like porn stars seriously.” 

“You said it yourself, ‘it’s a one-time offer.’” 

Josh wasted no time. He leaned you back against Chris. Chris held your waist with one hand and the other hand its way to your breast. You moaned feeling Josh spit on your pussy and his dick. He pushed his dick against your entrance, stretching it and pressing it against Chris’. 

“Fuck” You gasped at the feeling of being filled to the brim. 

Josh starts to thrust, your pussy dripping from arousal makes it easy for them both to move inside you. You could feel yourself coming closer. Your eyes started to water, you felt that tingling sensation on your nose. They could feel you tighten around them. 

Chris pulled out and began to jerk himself off. But Josh kept going even if you began to get overstimulated. He kept fucking you while you were still on top of Chris, he just slightly lifted you to not disturb Chris letting it lose. 

You could feel Josh getting closer. His thrust were erratic, his breathing was heavy. He kept whispering your name until he came inside of you. 

Josh leaned down and kissed you. 

You all stayed there for a moment to catch a breath. That was before Chris got up after cleaning himself. “So uh, we don’t tell Ashely or anyone right?” 

“Right.” You laughed as Josh helped you put on your clothes. 

“And it was a one time thing Chris.” Josh turned around after he finished buttoning his pants. 

“Right right. I get it.” 

You all ended up going back up stairs together. Ashley got up from the couch “What took you guys so long.” She paused before seeing Chris robe. “What in god's name are you wearing?” 

Chris did the Trinity on Ashley, “I found my true calling.” 

“Pretty ironic huh.” Josh whispered over to you, you stiffened a laugh before elbowing him lightly. 

“Please tell me you're going to take a vow of silence.” Ashley joked.

“He better.” Josh spoke a little louder, confusing Ashley a bit. 

After you nudged Josh again he turned to you. “And you. What am I going to do with you?” 

You smirked at him, “With me? I did nothing.” 

“Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

“I guess we just gotta go for round two huh.” Josh grabbed your wrist lightly trying to lead you. 

“Oh you mean round two with you know who?” You could see that he got irritated for a second. 

“Yeah sure okay.” Josh leaned down before holding your legs and throwing you over his shoulder. 

“Where are you two going?” Ashley laughed at the two of you. 

Josh started to walk up the stairs, “I gotta talk with her about some stuff. You two have fun down here.”

“Damn that basement really did something for them huh.” She laughed and looked at Chris. Who weirdly looked irritated. 

“Chris?” 

He snapped out of it. “Oh, yeah. It really did. Some kinda trauma bonding or something from the scare I gave them.” 

“Where did you even find that?” Ashley listened to Chris all the weird shit that he found in the basement. Excluding the sex and him watching you and Josh fuck before he joined in.

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When Billy was a Newbie

I like to think some of these scenarios happened when Billy was first starting out as a hero.

Villain: *monologging*

Marvel: *doesn’t even let them finish and socks the shit out of them and takes them to the police department*

This happens a good twenty times until one villain has enough.

Villain: *monologging*

Marvel: *about to attack while they’re talking*

Villain: “OKAY WAIT WAIT WAIT, STOP RIGHT THERE YOU BASTARD.”

Marvel: *stops, confused*

Villain: “I know you’re new to this whole thing, but you do realize you’re supposed to let us monologue and tell you our evil plan, right?! You’re not supposed to cut us off!”

Marvel: “I’m not?”

Villain: “No!”

Marvel: “Oh. I’m sorry about that, Mx. Supervillain. I’ll let you and the other ones talk next time.”

Villain: “Wait, really?”

After this, he actually does end up letting them talk and all that.

I also think something like this would happen when he was getting used to fighting crime.

Marvel: *throws one of the big blue mail boxes at some low level, human, emphasis on human, crooks* “Oh… my bad, guys! I was a little too harsh.”

Crooks: *severely injured* “What do you mean ‘your bad’?!?????? That was a little more than harsh!”

Then, there’s the fact I think he wouldn’t care about where he’s saving people. By that I mean, Billy has a lot of free time because he doesn’t go to school. Because of this, you’ll casually see Captain Marvel in flipping Milwaukee helping some people who got into a car crash, then in Orlando helping out with a fire, then in San Jose helping someone who lost their dog. Point is, if there’s someone to help out, he’ll help. Through this, he met Superman actually. Funnily enough, it was while holding up a building.

Marvel: *holding up a building*

Supes: *flies down* “You’re Captain Marvel, right?”

Marvel: “Huh? Uh yeah?” *looks over Superman, seeing his suit and thinking he’s another hero (Billy doesn’t know most heroes because this was when the time bubble recently popped)

Supes: “You need a hand with that?”

Marvel: “Yes, please.”

Supes and Marvel: *work together to move the building to somewhere safe so it won’t hurt anyone*

Marvel: “Thanks.”

Supes: “No problem.”

*awkward silence*

Supes: “If I can ask, what brought you to Metropolis?”

Marvel: “I’m here to fight crime…?” *says like it’s super obvious*

Supes: “Wha? Don’t you have your own city?”

Marvel: “I mean, I guess. Fawcett isn’t really my city though. I just protect it.”

Supes: *blanking and trying to come up with something to say* “Captain, you can’t just go around in other hero’s cities and fight crime for them. It’s a breach of territory.”

Marvel: “It is?”

Supes: “Yes, it is. Honestly, I’m just happy you didn’t do this in Gotham. Batman would’ve been furious.”

Marvel: “Oh. Okay then… so just stick to cities that don’t have heroes?”

Supes: “Well, I guess but don’t you normally-”

Marvel: *beaming smile* “I appreciate the advice, Mr. Superman.”

Supes: “Your…welcome? Wait, what do you mean ‘stick to the cities that don’t have heroes’?”

Marvel: “Oh, well, when crimes slow and nothing’s going on in Fawcett, I kind of just fly around everywhere looking for stuff to do. Just the other day I helped these two old, farmer people, husband and wife, lift their tractor out of some mud.”

Supes: *a little astounded he has that much time on his hands* “Really? Where was that?”

Marvel: “Kansas. I think the town they lived in was Smallville or something?”

Supes: *nearly shits himself* “Ah… I see.”

Then there was the time he met a random Green Lantern. He had no idea what the Lantern Corp were, but any information Solomon gave him made them sound cool though. But you want to know the worst part of this interaction? The Lantern was trying to give Marvel a ring.

Random GL (RGL): *talking about how he wanted to give Billy the ring and yadayadayada*

Marvel: *not even listening due to the Gods talking a whole lot*

Mercury: “BILLY STEAL THE RING!”

Marvel: *saying this out loud* “What? What ring?”

RGL: *confused, says something Billy isn’t paying attention to*

Mercury: “THE RING ON HIS FINGER. KEEP UP WITH THE PROGRAM.”

Marvel: *still talking out loud* “Oh okay okay… how do I do that?”

Solomon: “You are supposed to use your will.”

Marvel: “Huh? Solomon there’s no way that’ll wor…” *trails off as he wills the ring off the lantern’s finger* “I take back what I said.”

RGL: *starts to fall*

Marvel: “Holy moly!” *rushes down to catch him*

RGL: “Earthling what the hell is wrong with you?! Why would you do that??!?”

Marvel: “I’m sorry! The voices has told me to.” *gives them back their ring*

RGL: *flies off grumbling how he’s a psychopath*

Then there was when Marvel joined the Justice League. When he got the communicator, he put it in his pocket dimension and promptly forgot about it.

Marvel: “The Justice League hasn’t contacted me. I wonder if I’ve done something wrong…”

Meanwhile…

Batman: “This is like the third meeting he’s missed, Clark.”

Supes: “I know, I know! I’m sorry! He didn’t seem like the type to skip out on meetings. He talked like he had a bunch of free time.”

WW: “You should go talk to him. You are the one who invited him.”

Supes: *sighs* “I will.”

Back in Fawcett…

Marvel: *helping a cat down from a tree*

Supes: *flies down when he sees him* “Captain! Can we talk?”

Marvel: *hands cat back to its owner* “Mr. Superman. Of course! I’ve actually had something I’ve been meaning to talk about with you too.”

Supes: “Right, well I guess I’ll cut straight to the point. Is there a reason you haven’t shown up to the last meetings?”

Marvel: *stares at him with the most confused face* “Meetings?”

Supes: *confused at Billy’s confusion* “Yes? You get notified on your comm about them.”

Marvel: “Comm… Comm?” *thinking face before recognition flits across his face* “Wait, this thing?” *reaches hand into pocket dimension and pulls out his JL comm*

Supes: *slightly horrified when he saw his arm disappear for a moment* “Yeah. That.”

Marvel: *taps comm and sees over 45 unread notifications* “Oh.”

Supes: *wondering how in the world Marvel never checked his comm* “Oh indeed.”

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, power imbalance, sickness, medical bills, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: You love butterflies and your mother, but life isn’t that simple. As life gets complicated, and expensive, you find yourself in need and an unexpected miracle presents itself.

Characters: Steve Rogers (CEO/Sugar Daddy)

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“You were right about the mac and cheese,” you say as you wipe your mouth with a napkin. 

S glances over with a smile. “You liked it?” 

“Sure do,” you tap the side of the plate. “But it’s too much for me. I could save the rest.” 

“Sure,” he gets up and crosses the room. He moves the cover back over your dish. 

“Oh, thank,” you say as you set the used napkin on the tray. You quickly catch a yawn in your hands. “Oof, I’m sorry. Woke up early for the doctor.” You rub your eyes and blink at him. “I’m not very fun company, am I?” 

“You’re... calming,” he says. “All the people I deal with... they’re always performing.” He tilts his head and gives a sardonic look. “It’s been nice to get away.” 

“Must be. Even to somewhere like here,” you swallow another yawn, blinking big until your eyes water. You flick away the moisture. 

“You made it worth it,” he lingers close. “If you’re tired, lay down. I don’t mind.” 

“That’s not fair,” you try not to show how tempting the offer is. “Coming over just to knock out.” 

“Go ahead. I’ve barely used the bed,” he points to the open French doors that lead to the bedroom. “I tend to sleep in intervals.” He clucks. “Buddy calls it strategic napping.” 

“Can’t be very restful,” you say. 

“Guess not but sometimes I don’t have eight hours to spare,” he taps his toe. “Please, go lay down. You look beat.” 

You give a sheepish smile. Why does he care so much? Another thorn digs in. 

“S?” 

“You been caring for your mom. Let me care for you,” he puts his hand on your shoulder and squeezes. He slowly draws away. 

You look down, “twist my arm.” You stand up slowly. “Don’t let me sleep too long. Just an hour or two.” 

“Alright,” he agrees. “I’ll get some work done.” 

You hesitantly move around him. It’s awkward. It’s just another thing you’re taking from him. His bed, his time... Won’t he get tired of that sooner than later? 

You stop and turn back to him. 

“S?” 

“Yeah, sweetheart,” he glances at his phone, his eyes crinkling at what he reads. 

“Can I... give you a hug?” 

He puts his phone on the table and faces you. “You don’t gotta ask.” 

He opens his arms. You slowly unfold yours and step closer. It felt like a good idea but now it’s a bit... tense. You wrap your arms around him and he closes you in his. You shiver at the warmth seeping from him into you. 

“Thank you,” you press your cheek to his chest. “Really, I can’t say it enough.” 

He keeps one arm firmly hooked around you as his other hand rubs your back. The soothing motion makes your skin prickle. He squeezes. 

“No problem, sweetie.” He rocks you slightly. 

You stay like that, too embarrassed and too afraid to break too soon. 

“Alright, I think... I might fall asleep on my feet,” you ease from his hold and his hands brush along the robe as he pulls back. 

“Yeah, go, sleep,�� he pivots away. “I gotta answer this before he sends another damn email.” 

He snatches up his phone and turns away. He mutters under his breath. You back up and watch how his shirt tautens across his shoulders. You spin and tiptoe into the bedroom. 

You can worry when you wake up. Right now, you’re just too tired to keep track of all your doubts. 

🦋

You wake with a start. You’re on your stomach, arm beneath the pillow you have your face buried in. Your head is cloudy as you lift it and your lashes stick together before you can pry them apart. You roll over and the sight of the dark window sends you into a panic. 

You kick away the blankets and scramble out of bed. You hurry to the doors, the left one left open just a crack, and you pull it open. S sits at the table, a pair of glasses on as he has a laptop open. You have no time to process the seen as you scurry out. 

“S, it’s late,” you cheep. “Why did you let me sleep so long?” 

He calmly looks up and smooths the creases from his forehead. He pushes his shoulders wide and takes of his glasses. He puts them beside the keyboard of the table. 

“I tried to wake you up,” he says. “You were so tired. I could get you to do more than roll over...” 

His voice trails off as his eyes fall down. You follow his gaze. Shoot. The robe hangs open, exposing your naked legs. You quickly pull it around you, hot from your accusation and accidental flash. 

“Um, I’m sorry to... I didn’t... I...” You sputter. 

“You slept heavy. Probably a bit disorienting waking up here. You’re not used to it,” he shrugs. “I really did try but... seems like you needed the sleep.” 

“Right, I... it was nice but...” 

“You can call your mom. Let her know maybe you got backed up at your new job?” He suggests coolly. He’s a fast thinker. You’re a terrible liar. The type that adds too much detail when a simple explanation will do. 

“Sure, I can let her know I’m gonna be home soon.” You agree and look around. 

You find your phone on the arm of the sofa. You don’t remember leaving it there but you can’t really remember when you last had it. You take it and head for the bedroom. 

“You can always stay. It’s pretty late.” 

“What would I tell her? I’m working overnight?” 

“You’re an adult, aren’t you?” He challenges. 

You flinch. 

“Sure, but... no, I should go home. She needs me.” 

“Uh huh,” he picks his glasses back up and exhales. “Well, now she’s not the only one that does.” 

You blink as your brow crinkles. You turn away before he can catch you chagrined expression. You go into the bedroom and lean on the bed as you dial out. 

Your mom doesn’t pick up. You sniff as the tone for the voicemail beeps. “Hey mom, sorry I didn’t message sooner. I got tied up. Anyway, I’ll be home soon...love you.” 

You hang up and drop your arm. You stare at the window. You don’t remember anything, not even your dreams. Not even him trying to get you up. You’re embarrassed to hink about that. 

You go back out. 

“Um, I’ll need my pants,” you say sheepishly. 

“Hung them up in the bathroom,” he says without looking away from the computer. His posture is tense. 

“Look, I’m sorry if... i wasn’t meaning to accuse you--” 

“I’ve been really honest with you,” he says. “I’d say extremely. Not a lot of people would be so transparent. You know, a guy like me, he’s supposed to have an easy life. Well, it’s not.” 

“I’m... I’m sorry.” 

“You don’t need to be sorry, I just wish you would trust me.” 

You stand in static silence. The guilt ripples over you. Not only has he been honest, he’s been so generous. You think of today and how he so easily promised all of that money. Even after when you showed him the pamphlet, showed him how tedious it would all be. He said yes. 

“I will. I do,” you say at last. “Um, one sec.” 

You cross the room to the bathroom and dip inside. You open the robe and hang it and pull on your pants. You can still feel the residue of rain in them. Oh well. 

You come back out. “I can call a cab. You seem busy.” 

“I’ll drive,” he assures you as he closes the laptop. “Told you, I’m taking care of you. Of everything.” 

“I know. Thank you so much.” You clasp your hands together. “Really, S, I can’t say it enough.” 

He slides his glasses off again and stands up. He puts them in the case behind the computer and snaps it shut. He stretches his arms over him. 

“Come back tomorrow,” he says. “I made us some reservations.” 

“Reservations?” You repeat. “Well, S, I... I’ve been calling in and... if I keep doing that--” 

“Quit.” He looks agitated. “You don’t need those jobs. That’s the deal. I’m gonna cover everything.” 

You nod as your stomach stirs. “Oh.” 

“Oh?” His mouth slants. “It’s what we’ve been talking about. You working all the time, well, I got a lot going on. We’d never get to see each other and I mean, I’ve already missed a lot too.” 

You chew your lip. “I’m sorry. I misunderstood.” 

“It’s new. For both of us. I get it,” he softens his tone and comes closer. “You’re so used to working and doing everything, it’s hard to let go. I’m the same way.” 

“Yeah...” you murmur. “I’m really sorry if I upset you, S."

“You didn’t,” he assures you as he reaches to caress your arm. “You can’t. I just... I get in work mode and the boss face comes out.” He chuckles and slips his hand across your back and angles you toward the door, “let’s get you home. I promise, I’ll try to get more than just a few hours before tomorrow.” 

🦋

You watch the streetlights pass, the glare tinging your eyes, tweaking the fatigue still nestled behind them. You yawn as the car whirs softly. It’s almost peaceful in the empty streets. 

S drives smoothly through the town. He knows it better now. He keeps to the speed limit, taking his time. Or maybe he’s just tired. 

He rolls up to your building and shifts into park. He sighs. “I’ll miss you.” 

You look at him, “really? I feel like I kind of overstayed my welcome.” 

“Trust me, you can’t,” he puts his hand on the back of your seat as he twists in his. “You not having fun?” 

“No, of course, it’s just new and... I guess I’m not used to it yet. The... trying not to worry part.  My mom is still...” you shake your head. “I’m going to stop that.” You look at him. “S, thank you. Really. I did have a good day even if I slept for most of it.” 

“You needed that,” he says as his hand slips onto your shoulder. “You, more than anyone, has every right to be tired.” His thumb rubs you. “Sweetheart, we’re just adjusting to each other and that’s fine.” 

“Sure,” you flutter your fingers in your lap. “Right, just... gotta be patient.” 

“Yeah, patient,” his hand inches closer to your neck. “Sweetheart... can I ask you something?” 

“Okay,” you try not to focus on his touch but your skin is all speckly from it. 

“Can I have a kiss?” 

Your lips part slightly. You close them quickly. You’re surprised but you shouldn’t be. Deep down, you know it’s inevitable. Despite what he says, you have that gnawing certainty in your head. You can’t just keep taking. And it’s going to be more than just a kiss, isn’t it? 

Right now, you can do a kiss. 

“Um,” your cheeks tauten and burn. “S-sure. I can--” 

“Only if you really want to,” he pets your neck with his knuckles. “But I can tell you I really, really want to.” 

You take a breath and undo your seat belt. You’re slow and deliberate in your movement as you angle around in the chair. His hand opens and cradles your jaw, fingers framing your ear. He leans in and you meet him across the space between your sets. 

Your lips meat and his heat floods into you. His fingers curl against your head and he hums. His tongue pokes out gently and you resist. Your chest is somersaulting. 

You part and sit back in the chair. You put your hand to your chest. “I’m sorry, it’s just—been a while.” You look down and cover your mouth. You drop your hand. “Was that... okay?” 

“It was... great,” he rasps. “And uh, been a while for me too.” 

“Really?” You glance at him, face alight with self-consciousness. 

“Oh, sure. Like I said... haven’t been out on the dating scene much. When I’ve tried, well, It’s just not... genuine, you know?” He clucks and pokes his tongue into his cheek. He smiles and looks you in the eye. “That was perfect. I’ll be thinking about it all night.” 

“You will?” 

“Of course,” he winks. “What about you?” 

Your cheeks pinch and you smile. It’s been a long time since you felt anything but anxiety and doom. That was something else. You can’t quite explain what. It just wasn’t as scary as you thought. You need one thing that isn’t utterly terrifying. 

“Yeah, I think...” you look away. “It’s... it was nice.” 

“Good,” he drags his hand down your arm. “Well, have a good night.” 

“You too,” you grab your purse and pull on the door handle. “Oh, what time tomorrow?” 

“Let me know, sweetie, I don’t need you til noon,” he answers. 

“Cool, um, bye.” 

You get out and walk towards the yellow light above the building entrance. You stop to look back. He’s still there. You’re glad. You hate being out this late. 

You enter the apartment quietly. The front room light is on. You put your stuff down and sanitize your hands. You find your mother on the couch, sleeping as she hugs a pillow. 

You hope she wasn’t waiting up for you. All that fuzziness fades. The dull weight settles back into your chest. 

You tiptoe around, careful not to wake her. You know she doesn’t get as much sleep as she should. You retreat to your room and flick on the light. 

You plug in your phone as the battery flashes. As you pull off your shirt, you hear something. A soft whisper. You go to the hamper and peer through the mesh. The butterflies. Two of them have hatches and they’re happily fluttering around inside. 

You smile. A real smile. They’re so beautiful. Black, red, and white. And they’re alive. It was taking so long, you thought they wouldn’t break free. 

You’ll have to find some fruit in the fridge to leave in there for them until you can release them. First, you’re going to take a photo. Everyone will be so excited to see. 

You get a good shot through the top before they try to escape. You’ll have to go down to the cafe to post in the morning. You really can’t wait to show S. 

You sit on your bed and watch the butterflies. It’s a sign, isn’t it? Not everything is dead. It’s not over. Maybe, things are just beginning. 

[elllisaaa]

OOPS - C. YEONJUN

KINKTOBER DAY 23 - SEXTING

SUMMARY : when your best friend receives a nude from you on a random tuesday, he feels the need to seek some clarification, and maybe that it is his chance to finally fuck you like he's been wanting to for years.

-> pairing : bff!yeonjun x fem!reader

-> words count : 1.6k

-> genre : smut

-> warnings : sexting (obviously), sending nudes and videos, masturbation (f. and m.), dirty talk, teasing, begging, praising, phone sex

+ the way i'm depicting yeonjun does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction

-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> masterlist | txt masterlist | kinktober 2024

You had always been a clumsy person, and sending a text to the wrong person had already happened to you countless times, leading sometimes to awkward situations, but never as embarrassing as the one you were in right now. You groaned as you looked down at your phone screen, the chat with your best friend still opened. And there, a picture of you wearing pretty much nothing took centre stage. 

you :  [1 attachement] i could use some company tonight… junnie :  ??? wtf y/n ???

Your cheeks were burning, and all you wanted to do was to bury yourself six feet under but sadly you couldn’t. And you didn’t even know what to say because obviously, you hadn’t sent that to the right person. Truthfully, these nudes were just meant to some guy you met through a common friend. You had gone on a few dates together, and even though he wasn’t exactly your type, nor was he really interesting, you were a woman with needs, and a lonely woman at that. Hence why you were about to send him this mirror photo, with you posing in nothing but black lacy panties and your oversized shirt lifted up to show part of your boobs. 

you :  fuck don’t look at that delete delete delete it wasn’t mean for you junnie :  yeah could’ve guessed who were you going to send that to anyway ? you’re bitchless you :  first of all fuck you i’ve got plenty of bitches second and even though that’s none of your business, i’m seeing someone lately

The way Yeonjun seemed to care that much helped you relax a bit. His first reaction only seemed to be out of surprise, and you would have reacted the same way if you had received a sudden half-naked pic from your best friend too. Though, you would’ve probably not deleted it right away. 

junnie :  you mean that lame guy who couldn’t even pay for his own meal the three times you went out ? he’s an ass you :  well maybe but he’s my only option and i’m in need junnie :  doesn’t matter you can do way better than this jerk you’re too smoking hot to be sending that to him

Your cheeks took an even darker shade of red as you read his compliments, but it was not out of shame this time. It wasn’t unusual for Yeonjun to praise your looks actually, but never in such a bold way. And the fact that he was not referring to your pretty face but most likely to your body made some feelings swirl inside of your stomach - some feelings that shouldn’t even be there in the first place but that you couldn’t stop. 

junnie :  cat got your tongue darling ? you :  no gotta go  junnie :  to send him your nudes ? you :  and so what ? you jealous ? junnie :  maybe bet that loser couldn’t even make you cum anyway you :  and you could ?

This conversation was taking a turn you hadn’t expected, but a turn you liked very much, a turn you maybe liked a bit too much. You bit down on your lips as you waited for Yeonjun’s answer, though nothing could’ve prepared you for what you were about to read. 

junnie :  oh darling i would ruin you if you asked make you cum on my fingers first, until you’re dripping everywhere make you come on my tongue next, until you’re crying out my name and then i’ll give you my cock and i’ll fuck you better than any other guy you had before so, still need that jerk ?

You stayed speechless for a good minute that felt like an hour. There had always been some kind of tension between you and Yeonjun, always had been something underlying feelings that you didn’t want to misinterpret. He always looked at you and talked to you and flirted with you in a way that was way more than friendly, and you had always wanted him too - because let’s be real, who wouldn’t ?

you :  i’d let you do all that [1 attachment]

On the receiving end of your texts, Yeonjun couldn’t believe what was happening, couldn’t believe that this wasn’t just another one of his wet dreams, with you taking the first role and making him crave you and your body even more. He had wanted you for such a long time that it was hard for him to acknowledge that you had sent him another nude, another shot of your now naked tits, and that this time, you had done it while being absolutely conscious of who you were sending it to.

junnie :  fuck, you’re so beautiful darling tell me this isn’t a joke tell me you’re going to let me put my hands on you you :  i’m not one to joke about something like that, you know that are you touching yourself too ? [1 attachment]

His heart was racing in his chest as he opened the next photo - this time, a closer pic of your drenched panties, your fingers pressing against your clit through the material. He had been palming his cock over his sweatpants ever since he had received the first photo from you, and even if you had told him to delete it, he would’ve probably kept it for a while, because he couldn’t just forget about it just like that, because he needed you. And now, he needed you to see how bad he wanted you. He took a quick pic of the obvious bulge deforming his sweats before sending it to you without any shame. 

junnie :  [1 attachment] what do you think ? you :  show me more junnie :  [1 attachment] enough ? you :  shit i knew you were big you would fill me up so good [1 attachment]  wish it was your cock instead of my fingers

Yeonjun’s head was spinning with want, with all the fantasies he ever had about you and the new ones you were stirring inside of him with your little game. Every photo you sent became more and more revealing, and with each new one, his hand only sped up his rhythm. He didn’t care about how late at night it was, he didn’t care if one of the other guys could hear him, he just couldn’t stop when you kept sending him shots of your glistening folds and videos of your fingers covered in slick, spreading it across your hardened nipples.

junnie :  you’re driving me crazy look what you’re doing to me [1 attachment] wish you were here to sit down on my cock i know you would take it so well make the prettiest sounds for me too

The video of Yeonjun quickly getting himself off, paired with his airy moans and low grunts you could hear in the background made you even wetter if that was possible, your own fingers speeding up and rubbing against your g-spot making you feel close to the edge already. Your texts were starting to have more and more typos but you didn’t care, it felt too good to stop now. 

you :  i wpuld  frck junnie i nzed you so bad i’m so clode  [1 attachment]

This last video of you moaning his name was all Yeonjun needed to finally call you. The game had been fun, but he wanted to hear you as you came for him, wanted to hear through the phone how wet you were. Within a second, you answered the call and your needy whimpers immediately ringing through his ears felt like the greatest music he had ever heard. 

“- Fuck darling, you sound so good. 

- Junnie… Need you so bad…

- Me too, shit, you’re making me go crazy.”

Another one of your moans was the only answer he got, but it was more than enough for him to feel the knot in his stomach tightening as well. Your high-pitched voice was heavenly, and with his eyes closed and his imagination working overtime with all the photos you had sent to him, it was easy for Yeonjun to picture you touching yourself, all wet and ready for him.

“- I’m so close Junnie…

- Me too, darling… Cum with me, let me hear you.”

Your sounds of pleasure only elevated as you felt your orgasm wash over you like a hurricane, and Yeonjun let go too, covering his own hand in loads of cum as he moaned your name. For a while, the only sound that either of you could hear was the one of your heavy breathing, trying to regain some sense of consciousness after what had just happened. 

“- Are you still there darling ?”

You hummed absentmindedly, your mind still clouded with the intensity of your release. You rolled over your stomach to take some tissue and wipe your fingers from your slick, and then you took a hold of your phone again. You didn’t really know what to say now, but you didn’t want things to become awkward between the two of you, so you tried to crack a joke to break the ice. 

“- I thought you were a gentleman, but you’re here giving orgasms to girls when you’re not even with them.”

Yeonjun chuckled on the other end of the line, cleaning himself up a little too. 

“- I can be a gentleman. All you have to do is ask Y/N. Say the words and I’ll take you out on a date tomorrow. 

- And if I want you to come over and fuck me ?

- I’ll be there in ten.”

A smirk spread out on your lips as Yeonjun immediately hung up, but you had heard him rushing in the background before he ended the call. Sometimes, sending the wrong text to the wrong person wasn’t such a bad thing.

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[ameliathornromance]

He first saw you picking flowers.

The Orc was on a walk through the town centre, heading towards the beach. It was too nice a day to be staying inside, baking in the heat and becoming one with his leather sofa. If he must melt into a large green puddle, he will do it at the beach.

As he strolled through the town centre, he admired the impeccably kept gardens of lush grass, bright red roses, purple and pink lilies. And amongst the colour, was you.

The Orc stopped in his tracks, watched you working, trimming away at dead flower heads and picking off wilting leaves. This was the first time he’d ever seen someone take care of the gardens.

The peaceful smile, combined with the delicate way you picked the flowers enraptured him with a kind of calm that he hadn’t felt in years.

You just looked so content, so natural to be surrounded by the bushes, as if you were a deer drinking water from a still lake.

Feeling eyes on you, you looked around to see the source of your discomfort. Locking eyes with the Orc, he flinched, “s-sorry.” He apologised, looking away from you. “I didn’t mean to stare.” He must have looked really creepy to be watching someone so intently.

You smiled at him. “It’s okay, it’s not a normal sight.” Tucking the flowers into the crook of your arm, you stood and made your way over to him. “I mean, it’s not often you see someone raiding a public garden for flowers, right?” You let out an awkward chuckle.

The Orc nodded in agreement, reflecting your awkwardness. “Yeah, I guess not.”

Silence sat between the two of you for a moment. “I’m technically not allowed to be picking them.” You said, after a moment. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t say anything.”

Smiling, the Orc assured you, “I won’t tell a soul.”

From that point onward, he made it a point to go and see you at the gardens every day. It was such a rarity to see someone be so happy in their own company, doing their own thing.

He didn’t like to just watch you though, he always made conversation with you. The last thing the Orc wanted was to make you uncomfortable. It would look to other people, a lone Orc, sat on a bench while a pretty young lady tends to the flowers in the public garden.

Through your talks, he learned that you actually work for the local council and take care of the garden every day… while taking some of the flowers home for your own viewing. “I mean, I tend to them, I should at least be allowed to take some home, right?” You told him.

The Orc had nodded absent-mindedly in agreement. You were just so passionate about your job, the delight and excitement you had on your face when he asked you botanical questions made his stomach bubble.

You never acted annoyed by him, laughed at his jokes and even invited him to come and help you with your work. Whenever he had questions, you answered them without judgement and with such zeal.

After spending his days with you, he’d return home, the world seemed… dull. Without all the brightly coloured flowers around and your glowing prescence, he sometimes wondered if it had always been this way to him. He then realised it hadn’t, because you lit up the world.

The Orc pondered on how best to tell you about his feelings. There was a part of him that worried you were only nice to him to… be nice to him. But it wouldn’t hurt to tell you how he felt… would it? It’s not like you were ever nasty or cold to him, so there had to be a chance for him, right?

He thought how best to tell you: Box of chocolate? No, too stereotypical. Just asking you out to dinner? That’s way too basic, and then you might think he wants something else.

He didn’t need to worry about that for long however, one hot summer day, you asked him:

“Did you know that the Victorians used to have a language for flowers?”

“No, I did not.” The Orc answered. He was sat beside you this time, holding up a Rose bush so you could reach the thorns at the roots of the plant.

“They used to use it to tell other people things,” you said as you snipped off the sharp edges. “Like, if you wanted to tell someone you loved them, you’d bring them honeysuckle and roses.”

“Huh.” He said, thoughtfully. He was silent for a moment, thinking on what you’d said.

This was it. That’s how he’d tell you he liked you, through Honeysuckle and Roses.

Once back at home, he jumped on his laptop and researched. The next morning, he went to three different florists, and got what he needed.

While in his car, the Orc did his best to rearrange the flowers in an attractive manner. After adjusting them five or six times, he sighed. The Orc still had his reservations. Of course he was nervous, he hadn’t told anyone he liked them since… Wait, had he ever even liked anyone this much?

He shook his head. “Just have to tell her,” he muttered to himself as he stepped out of the car. As he made his way through the garden, picking and making final changes to the bouquet in his hands, he looked up and stopped dead in his tracks.

You stood at the edge of the garden, talking to a human man. You held a strong scowl at the man, who jabbed and pointed a finger at you, similarly angry with you.

The Orc hung back, watching the altercation unfold.

Finally, the man sighed, and raised his hand to your cheek, like he was going to cup it. But before he could, you raised a hand and slapped him hard across the face.

The man let out a shout, grabbed at your wrist and yanked. You jerked forward.

Within seconds, the Orc was by your side and caught you around the waist with a free arm. He glowered down at the pathetic man, “what’s going on here?” He growled.

The man let go of your arm. “It’s none of your business, I was just having a conversation with the woman here.” The man glared at your Orc. “This hasn’t got anything to do with you.”

“It is, actually.” The Orc hissed.

“How so? You’re just some random-”

“I’m her boyfriend, actually.”

The moment the words escaped him, the Orc wanted to clamp a hand over his mouth, to take back the words and hide them away.

His realisation of horror thankfully, hadn’t shown on his face.

The human man flinched. “Oh…” He said. His tone low, “sorry, I didn’t know…” And with that, he turned away and stalked off.

Huffing, the Orc turned to you. “Are you alright?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed. “He didn’t hurt you did he?”

You shook your head, “no, I’m fine… He was just some creep who wanted my socials. That’s all.”

Your Orc friend let out a sigh, “I… I’m sorry I said that. The boyfriend thing…” The bouquet of flowers were still clutched in his hands, petals wilted slightly from the unpleasantness.

He probably really lost any chance now, just announcing that? To a park full of people? He wouldn’t be surprised if you just stopped talking to him entirely.

“It’s okay… I liked the title, actually.” Your words came out small, mumbled. But to the Orc, they were like the clang of a church bell. His stomach somersaulted, his heart thumped hard in his chest, eyes widened.

“I was hoping that you would ask me out at some point… otherwise I would have asked you myself today.” You gave a cheery, but abashed smile.

Clearing his throat, face burning, the Orc held the flowers out to you, “I still can.” He smiled, hands shaking, “would you like to go out with me?”

You bit your lip, taking the flowers from him. “I’d like that.”

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—❝GIDDY FEELING❞

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 damian wayne x fem!reader, youtuber!reader au, fluff, 2.6k+ wc.

𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 reader and damian finally connect on instagram, leading to a sweet, slightly awkward chat that ends with damian inviting her to gotham-and her saying yes. pt. 5 of "unexpected crush?!" 2 3 4

Was this guy dense or something?!

It had been well over an hour since Damian and ___ had followed each other on Instagram. So why hadn’t he texted her yet?

Was he waiting on her to make the first move?

Did he fall asleep?

Could he smell her breath through the phone and got scared off when she followed him?

—Okay, that sounded ridiculous. Ugh! She couldn’t help but be ridiculous, though.

This guy was literally stunning. And rich, too—like, everything he sent her? $$$ >>>

And don’t even get her started on his abs—nom nom nom—

What did he train for? Olympic godhood? Being blessed by the divine?

‘Come on.’

‘Come on.’

‘Come onnnn, pleaseeee.’

From pacing around her room to collapsing on her vanity like a grouchy cryptid, ___ was not doing well.

With a loud sigh, she slid off and faceplanted onto the soft mattress of her bed.

‘Welp. That’s it. Just a cruel joke—’

Ding

Her heart leapt into her throat. Her eyes darted to her screen:

Damian sent you a message.

“Thank you LORD!”

She scrambled for her phone, hands shaking with excitement, a warm blush spreading fast over her cheeks. Giddiness buzzed through her.

"Hello. I'm Damian Wayne. You may call me Damian. I just wanted to let you know I like your content."

Oh wow. He sounded a bit... snobby.

Then again, he was rich.

Her giddiness dipped—but not her hope.

‘So... he’s a fan. I mean duh. He said that in his letter…’

.

.

.

‘THE LETTER! That’s it! You, dear Damian, can be as nonchalant as you want, but I have proof you’re smitten with me. Hehehehehe... Muahahahahaha—’

She tapped out a reply:

"Why the nonchalance, Dami? Don’t seem so in the letter you sent me. wink wink"

She immediately screamed into her pillow after sending it. Was she really flirting with the literal cutest guy ever—who also happened to live oceans away? Yes.

Did she care?

Yeah. She was terrified. But she had to be LeBron James and shoot her shot. Because right now, all he was being was Franz Kafka, writing letters with no action.

"Ah. You read it. I mean, of course you have. I'm sorry for being so... brass."

"Quite the opposite. You were romantic. And I liked it. A lot."

Minutes passed without a reply. Her knee bounced impatiently.

Then a small GIF popped up in the chat: a blushing kitty with "thanks" written underneath.

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

He was so... freaking cute.

"I'm flattered. I hope you liked the present as well. A small token of appreciation. Your videos bring me peace. I hope my present gave you as much happiness as you’ve given me peace."

She almost blacked out from the short-circuiting of her heart, brain—her entire existence.

His words... the way he typed...

His modesty. His gentleness. His respectfulness.

‘Okay... I need to chill.’

She got up, went to the mirror, and stared at her tomato-red face. Then shuffled into the bathroom, running cold water over her hands and pressing them to her cheeks, then her neck.

How could she respond? She wanted to sound respectful, but still flirt—just a little.

Ding

Her phone lit up again.

She rushed over.

"I was wondering if… you’d be interested in coming to the U.S.? More specifically—here. Gotham. Where I live. I’d love it if we could meet. Maybe for coffee?"

Oh wow.

She blinked.

She was flattered... but—

How was she supposed to explain that she couldn’t afford to travel? That she was broke broke?

Like—“sorry dudez, me no money, me brokey”???

Then another message came in:

"I’ll pay for it. For everything. I want to meet you. It doesn’t have to be now. But… hopefully in the future? We can see each other through video in the meantime. Get to know each other."

And then, as if reading her mind:

"I promise I’m not a creep. You saw my account, yeah? I... just want to... get to know you. In a... more romantic manner, if possible."

Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum

Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum

Her heartbeat thundered. She felt lightheaded.

He was being direct. With her.

But still... respectful. Thoughtful.

Her fingers trembled slightly as they hovered over the keyboard. She kept glancing back up to make sure his messages were still there, that she wasn’t hallucinating.

She reread her message before sending it.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

"Sure. I’d love that, Damian. I’d love to meet you."

In that moment, ___ felt like they were both leaning closer to their screens. Trying to close the distance. Trying to feel near, even though they were far.

Did he feel it too?

All she said was that she’d like to meet him—but somehow, it felt like a confession.

Sure. I’d love that, Damian. I’d love to meet you.

I’d love that, Damian. I love you.

She flopped back on the bed, letting her phone rest on her chest and an arm fall over her eyes.

‘What are you doing to me, Damian Wayne…?’

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STILES

“ugh, i just want a boyfriend. is that too much to ask for?”

stiles was not eavesdropping.

he just happened to be passing by when he spotted you and very conveniently began rummaging through his bag for a paperclip for his next lesson—lacrosse.

he also happened to overhear—accidently—what you were saying about wanting a boyfriend.

“seriously,” you continued, “just someone to talk to, hold my hand, text me good morning, you know?”

stiles could hear his heart pound in his ears.

he absolutely could do that for you. he wanted to do that for you. he had practiced being that person for you more times in the mirror than he cared to admit.

“oh come on, having a boyfriend isn’t all that great.” lydia said, trying to cheer you up.

it would be great if he was your boyfriend.

“you’re only saying that since you have your perfect situationship and allison gets attention from like, every single guy in school.”

‘not mine though.’ stiles thought as he listened to you whine about not having a special person. he wished he could be that special person for you.

apparently, stiles was listening a little too hard because he didn’t realise the next thing he would walk into was you.

he could feel his brain short-circuit.

“stiles! what are you doing here? don’t you have lacrosse next? why are you near the science labs?”

stiles could barely process what you were saying, his brain completely fried from the way you were looking up at him—wide eyes, curious, big smile on your face. he thought he was about to pass out.

“stiles?” you asked again, shaking his shoulder gently.

that did it for him.

“I COULD BE YOUR BOYFRIEND!” he quickly blurted out, at a much louder volume that he had hoped for. noticing the odd stares he had gotten from the people in the corridors he cleared his throat, and opened his mouth to speak again. he shut it. then opened it again.

“i—uh—only if you want—boyfriend—yeah.” 

you stared up at him with a blank stare. blinked. then blinked again before smiling.

“yeah, thanks stiles.” you half-laughed, patting his arm before walking past him to head over to chemistry, “see ya later.”

clearly yn didn’t think he was serious.

well stiles would just have to show you that he was.

———

as soon as lacrosse finished, stiles rushed out of the changing rooms as fast as possible, leaving scott alone and confused on what on earth his best friend could be planning.

panting, stiles fumbled with the piece of paper in his hands, before shoving it through the barely-big-enough gap in your locker.

now you’d have to take him seriously.

———

YN

the final bell rung, echoing through the school as i trudged over to my locker, prepared to go home and sleep for an eternity.

as i opened my locker, i was expecting piles and piles of books to greet me—which they did. what i did not expect was a piece of paper, neatly folded but crinkled, to fall and hit me on the head. it landed onto the ground and i quickly picked it up, curious to see what it could be. 

upon my inspection, i saw my name scribbled onto the outside of it—as a reassurance that it was meant for me.

i unfolded and smoothed out the sheet, reading the messy handwriting, still trying to figure out whose it could be.

everyday i see you on your own. 

and i cant believe that you're alone. 

but i overheard your girls and this is what they said. 

that you’re looking for a boyfriend, i see that.

give me time, you know i’m gonna be there.

don’t be scared to come, put your trust in me.

can’t you see, all i really wanna be is your boyfriend!

if you tell me where, i’m waiting here.

—stiles.

i re-read the note several times, trying to process what was happening. stiles actually wanted to be my boyfriend!?

without wasting another second, i slammed my locker door shut and ran down the hallway, swiftly ducking in and out of the crowds of people. i quickly pushed open the doors, the brightness of the sun making me squint as i searched for stiles.

where could he be?

almost as if someone had read my thoughts, i heard the sound of his laugh—that same laugh i hadn’t realised how much i liked.

there he was, walking with scott, laughing, head thrown back, hand clutching his bag strap, making my heart stutter. i licked my lips nervously before quickly focusing back into reality.

there was no time to daydream—i had to reach him!

i half-ran, half-fell down the stairs, lungs burning and legs screaming at me to stop.

“stiles!” i exclaimed, a couple meters behind the pair. stiles paused and turned around, meeting my eyes. his face immediately reddened slightly as i finally caught up to them, panting.

“yn—hi.” he said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly expecting the worst.

“i’ll—be—your—girlfriend—” i panted, clutching my chest, the crumpled letter in my other.

stiles’ eyes widened to the size of saucers and i half-expected him to start rubbing his eyes like a cartoon character to confirm that this wasn't a dream.

“w-what..?” he stammered, face even redder now.

“oh for god's sake stiles, she said she’ll be your girlfriend!” scott groaned, face buried in his hands, watching the scene before him unfold.

stiles nodded slowly before a huge grin appeared on his face.

“i won’t let you down.” he said, interlacing our hands.

“good.” i grinned back.

“finally.” scott muttered as if was annoyed but his smile gave it away that he was happy for his friend. for us.

stiles. boyfriend. my boyfriend.