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Teach Me: The Ask - PB

Pairing: Paige Buecker x Reader

Summary: You and Paige have been best friends for the last 6 years. You trust her completely. And it is because of that trust that you ask her a rather forward question. AKA - You ask Paige to teach you.

Warnings: best friend vulnerability, smitten Paige

Word Count: 3.5

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AN: Let's do this.

It's a Tuesday afternoon when a girl from your chem class asks you out. The two of you had been talking for the past few weeks and you had gotten a vibe - at least were hoping you were getting a vibe. Turns out, you were correct. She asked you to go out that Friday night.

You are literally over the moon. Truth be told, you were never one to date in high school or the beginning of college for that matter. The high school thing never really bugged you, but once you got to college and saw how much fun your friends were having hooking up, and sort of felt like you were missing out. It was always something that lingered in the back of your mind.

The thing that always scared you was your lack of knowledge. You had never done anything sexual. You hadn't even had your first real kiss yet, talk about embarrassing. I mean you kissed Jacob in middle school spin the bottle but never counted it because it was when you learned you didn't like boys.

But now that all that is changing. Not like you are going to treat your chem date as one of the girls your friends bring home, but you also don't want to be completely clueless as to what to do if it does ever go there.

The now excitement turns into fear as you run through all the possibilities of how your inexperience could end something that hasn't even begun. In your irrational thinking, there is only one person who you can think of that could help you.

Paige Bueckers and you met in high school. Your dad was the high school girls' basketball coach, where Paige played during regular season all four years. You knew everything your dad knew about the game and were often his assistant coach even though you were also still in school. Nobody understood why you didn't continue playing after middle school and you honestly never really talked about it. All they knew was that your knowledge of the game was something that could take you places.

You were instantly impressed by Paige when she made the varsity team her freshman year. Your dad led a pretty excellent program for high school which caused families to move to your hometown to have their daughters play for him. He was also on the board of a club program which usually kept him pretty busy and you as you were always with him.

Paige was a player your dad had been following since she started middle school and playing at the club. You also had an eye on her and were impressed by how refined her skills were. So when she came and tried out for the high school team, she was tough to place. You thought she should have been on JV for a year before stepping up into varsity but your dad argued a good case as to why she should be on varsity.

She was one of 4 girls in your dad's career who had come in as a freshman and made varsity.

Paige and you actually butted heads during both of your freshman years. You would try and coach her and she would dismiss you immediately - only listening to your dad. I mean you couldn't really blame her, you were the same age as her trying to tell her how to be better at a sport you didn't play anymore.

It wasn't until the end of the season your guy's freshman year that she saw the value in you. It was during the State Class Tournament when the team was down by 10 in the last quarter and you were coaching the offense while your dad was coaching on defense. It was then that she truly saw your knowledge of the game and how you weren't just pulling stuff out of your ass.

The team won the championship - your first time and your dad's like 12th. It was after that game, while everyone was celebrating that Paige came up to you and apologized for being so dismissive all season. You told her not to sweat it and the rest is history.

The two of you became best friends sophomore year of high school. It was easy as you were a part of the team but not a player and Paige appreciated having a friend who didn't share the court with her - I mean you shared the court with her but in a completely different capacity. The two of you worked extremely well together when it came to the game and found out that you also enjoyed each other's company outside of the gym. It was like you two had an unspoken language and were able to communicate without anyone hearing a word.

Your friendship only continued to grow over the years. You became Paige's right hand when it came to playing ball - you knew the way she played like the back of your hand. You could tell her where she had gone wrong or where she could improve before she even made a move. When she committed to UConn, you knew that would be where you go. Your dad approved and you knew you could continue learning the game.

During your freshman year, you and Paige dormed together. You continued to watch her game and help her become a better player at a college level. You also got super close with her team. You fit in perfectly. For most of the time, that wasn't an issue - hanging out with the girls and spending time with them. The only time it became an issue is when you see them more than Paige. You love your best friend, but there are times when she gets a little territorial.

The first time you noticed this was in high school, it only happened once or twice but it was bad.

There was this one time during club season (about a year into your friendship) when you had gone to a tournament with your dad. Paige was playing and she knew you were going to be there. Granted, before the tourney you had told her you were going to be scooping out players with your dad. She knew you weren't there to watch her play.

As the day progressed, so did her game. She kept missing shots and couldn't get out of her head. And to top it all off - you were nowhere in sight. Paige knew that whenever she was off, you would be there to tell her exactly how she could fix it, even if it was just a knock upside her head to tell her to stop overthinking.

When she would have a moment, her eyes would scan the crowd for you but she could never find you. The frustration started to build up in her that by the end of the tournament, she didn't make a beeline to you (not that she knew where you were) rather just went straight home.

When you and your dad were finished, you looked at Paige's location on Find My Friends and noticed she was already home. Your heart sank a little seeing as she did come find you but shake it off.

A day passes and you hear nothing from Paige. Typically you wake up to a minimum of 3-4 notifications from her, whether it be texts, missed calls, or some video or meme she has sent. The next morning there was nothing.

You try and give her a call but no answer.

It is about 10am now and still nothing from Paige. You see she is at home and decide to make your way there. When you get there her dad is out working in the garage and greets you. He lets you know Paige has been out back working on her shot all morning. YOu thank him and make your way out to your best friend.

When you walk out she is locked in on a shooting drill. You stand there and watch her - already seeing what you had seen yesterday. You weren't able to watch full games for your best friend but every chance you got, you would sneak over to see how she was doing. You knew she was off and how she could adjust but every time you had an opportunity to go talk to her, your dad needed you with him.

"You're pulling your shot - your elbow and wrist aren't aligned. You lose it a second before your release causing you to shift right." You say to the girl who keeps missing about half of her shots.

Paige wants so badly to look at you and say she needed you yesterday but she still boils with an unknown anger. She says nothing.

"Paige, what's going on?" You ask when she doesn't respond - you even used her first name, and you never used her first name. Still no response from your stubborn friend as she goes up for another shot - missing it. You have seen enough.

You walk up to her, take the ball, and throw it into the yard. If she wants to play this game, she needs to know that 2 can play.

"What the hell?" She yells, finally looking at you.

Her look says more than you imagined it would. At first, all you see is the anger that she has been holding for the past 24 hours. But as you both stand there just staring at one another, you begin to see the hurt that lies behind it maybe even a hint of jealousy. There is something else in her eye but you can't quite pinpoint that one yet.

Your eyes soften as you look at the blonde in front of you, waiting for her to take the lead. You are wholeheartedly expecting her to yell at you for something you still have no idea about. And you're ready to give it right back to her.

The yelling never comes as Paige finally breaks eye contact with you and looks down.

"You weren't there." Is all Paige says. She continues to look down and behind picking at one of the nails.

"What are you talking about B?" You ask, needing her to be more specific.

"I needed you and you weren't there," she says again. You wrack your brain for what she could possibly be talking about when it clicks. Even though you saw what her issue was yesterday - you never corrected her during the game.

"That's what this is about?" You ask, your heart breaking slightly from the sight of your best friend's vulnerability. You see a switch in her flip and know you are about to get feisty Paige.

"You were at the tournament for the entire day and didn't come over to watch me for a second! That single-handedly was one of my worst tournaments and couldn't figure out what was going wrong. The day just kept getting worse. I would scan the crowd for you and you were nowhere in sight, off at some other court watching some other girl that wasn't me." She whispered the last part to herself more than you.

You wait a second, processing what she is saying and waiting to see if there is going to be anything else. When nothing else comes, you speak.

"During game three, is when you started pulling your shot. It started when no.15 from the other team fouled you midshot and you fell to the ground. That is why you missed your first free throw. Your next game was even worse - that is when you started getting in your head. Your shooting percentage was down 20% and you couldn't shake it because you were fully in your head at that point. Game 5 was the worst of them all because you had just given up on yourself. Your shot was all over the place as you were trying to adjust every single one you took. I was there P, you just couldn't see me." You say with a matter-of-fact tone.

"And it is my job to watch other athletes! You know this! That is why I started watching you," you finish looking at your best friend.

"You saw?" Paige asks.

"Of course, I saw B, you're my girl," You say using her nickname. Everyone always calls Paige either by her name or first initial. You, on the other hand, call her by her last initial. You are the only one she allows to call her by it. It started when you would only call her by her last name freshman year, never using her first name and it drove her crazy. When the two of you became best friends, you shortened it to B. She didn't know how she felt about it until you mentioned it you liked it because no one else called her that and you wanted a special nickname that only you use. Hence, her shooting daggers at anyone else who tries to call her by your nickname.

Paige's heart tugs when she hears you call her 'your girl'. That's all she really wants but values you too much to make any sort of move. She has come to terms that a friendship is all the two of you will ever have and is okay with that knowing you will always be there. But it is in moments like this that she wants more for the two of you.

She waddles over to you. You open your arms to embrace her. She walks into your arms and you hug her, she doesn't hug you back but stands there like a child with her head in your neck.

That night you spend the night at her house. The two of you have a movie night and Paige falls asleep to She's the Man and you stoking her hair.

You are running back to your apartment to see if Paige is around and find your apartment filled with girls from the team. They are all doing an IG live. You smile at the girls before you and know you need to wait to talk to Paige. You quietly make your way to your room but don't go completely unnoticed.

As you are making your way over, Paige's arm reaches back and squeezes your knee. You give her a smile and run your hands through her hair.

She lets out a little moan, not loud enough for anyone to hear except herself.

You are grateful you are covered by Azzi and another girl. There have been several times the two of you have had to mitigate dating rumors and didn't want to deal with that tonight. You head back to your room and lay on your bed scrolling through IG, waiting for the girls to finish up.

It also gives you time to think through how you want to approach talking to Paige. She is the only one you trust with something so intimate.

I mean not only is she your best friend, but since the two of you got to college she has been pretty active and I don't just mean playing ball. The two of you talked about her habits early on. She was allowed to bring girls home on weekends or after games and all you asked is that she didn't mention any details and that they were gone by the time you had to be up in the morning. Her sexual life never affected you. If you were honest, you were glad at least one of you was getting laid.

You hear the girls start saying their goodbyes and that is your cue that the live has ended and it is safe to make your way to tell them bye.

Making your way out, you head to the group. You say bye to all of them and they leave your apartment.

"How did it go?" You ask Paige as she grabs an apple and takes a bite.

"It was aight, they did a Q & A which was fun." She says as she wipes her bottom lip.

You start to feel nervous and begin fiddling with a paper on the counter.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" She asks noticing your nervousness. You give her a smile, always loving when she calls you pretty or any pet name really. It's endearing.

"I have to ask you something - and I don't really know how to ask it so I am just going to come out and ask," you say beginning to ramble. "You can say no, but I am only asking you because I know you and you know me and I trust you."

"Spit it out ma," she says going in for another bite of her apple.

"Willyoushowmehowtobeintimatewithagirl?" You say faster than you could breathe.

Paige chokes on her apple and begins to cough. She doesn't think she has heard you correctly.

"B, are you okay?" You ask patting her on the back. She takes a step away from you and you retreat a little yourself.

This was a bad idea, you think to yourself as you begin to feel embarrassed by the ask you have of your best friend.

"Repeat what you just said," she says, telling not asking. You open your mouth and she clarifies, "Slower this time."

You gulp, feeling even more nervous than before.

"Will you," you say with another gulp. "Will you show - teach me how to be intimate with a girl?"

Paige's mind is racing - almost as fast as her heart. She wants to say yes immediately but has done such a good job of hiding her feelings up to this point.

"You want me to show you how to fuck girls?" She asks bluntly.

You blush at her directness.

"Well that and more," you say. "You know, like what to do and what feels good. What girls like in bed and stuff but also like how to kiss and stuff." You can't look at her when you ask the last part.

Paige's head is now spinning and beginning to throb. And trust me when I say her head is not the only thing that is beginning to throb.

You begin to feel like you are asking too much of your best friend.

"B, you are the only person I trust and you know I am a literal child when it comes to being intimate with someone. I would never ask anyone else because they don't know me like you do and I know this wouldn't change anything between us." You say.

Paige is now leaning on the counter with her head in her hands. She is just trying to get the image of you, laying out before her - exposed, out of her head before she takes you right here on the kitchen counter. Her skin is buzzing.

"Paige," you begin and her head whips up. You are too caught up in your own nervousness to notice how her pupils are dilated.

"Why now?" She asks.

"A girl from one of my classes asked me out on Friday and I want to be prepared for anything," you say slightly embarrassed.

Paige's heart fills with jealousy thinking about another girl taking you out and making you laugh. Thinking about her touching you and making you moan her name.

A fire begins to burn in Paige. She is in a complete internal battle with herself. Why would she show you how to make someone else feel good? But at the same time, she absolutely hates the idea of you with someone else and if she is your first - she would at least have that.

You touch her arm as Paige's skin feels like it just went up into a burning pile of flames. When did you get so close to her?

"If this makes you uncomfortable, you don't have to do it." You say looking deep into her eyes.

She could stare into your eyes forever. You really don't know the effect you have on her. Paige would move mountains for you. She would do anything to make you happy even if it caused her pain. She would give you her last breath if it meant she got to see you smile one last time. As much as she knows this is a bad idea, she knows how much it took for you to ask her. She knows how uncomfortable you get when someone hits on you in a bar or when someone gets too close. She knows your ask is genuine because you used her first name.

Paige takes a moment to gather all of her thoughts then takes your hand.

"I'll do it," is all she says before you jump in her arms. Her arms wrap around you and she inhales the scent of your shampoo.

"Thank you so much B! I promise to be the best student ever," you say as you give her a squeeze.

She doesn't say it, but that is exactly what Paige is afraid of - you being her best. You being her best but not hers.

AN: First part down! Let me know what you think! This series will be posted every Sunday until The End is posted. I hope you enjoyed it. And as always, thank you for your love and support 💙

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starsinthesky5 · 2 days

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the alchemy || joe burrow x reader

description: why fight a feeling that is so strong? sometimes things are meant to be and you should let things fall into place. the transformation of something dull and broken into gold is hard to ignore, and you shouldn’t ignore it :)

a/n: another request! i love this song soo much so i hope you all enjoy! for the purposes of this fic, this takes place after their first superbowl appearance and after joe sprains his mcl.

also another flashback heavy fic because of the song 🤍

warnings: language, angst, allusions to sex

word count: 10k (dang she’s a long one)

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Have you ever experienced something that happens once every few lifetimes? When those chemicals just hit you like white wine and make you drunk on the feeling. The feeling you get when you’re with the right person, that unbreakable connection, that intense and passionate love? That’s what you feel with Joe. Anyone in your position would hang onto that for as long as they could, and never let go. And you were, but something scared you and caused you to pull away.

Flashback to a few weeks ago

You and Joe were lying on the couch, wrapped up in each other’s arms, and watching a movie. You were wearing one of his hoodies and leaning against his chest. His arm was wrapped around your shoulder and your head was tucked under it. You guys were having some downtime together and were trying to squeeze in as much as you could before the football season started in a few weeks.

You looked up at him and saw the content look on his face, and it was all because of you. He looked comfortable for the first time in a long time. A lot was riding on this season, and Joe was a little overwhelmed with everything going on, but you were there to help him every step of the way.

“How ya feeling?” You asked your boyfriend.

He looked down at you and smiled, “I feel amazing. A lot better than I have these past few months,”.

You looked into his compelling eyes and could tell he was being truthful. He’d been struggling these past few months with his knee sprain, going to the Superbowl and losing, plus trying to get back to where he was before while trying to block out the outside noise. It had been a rough off-season for him, but one of the highlights had been meeting you early on.

You and Joe had met right after the Super Bowl through mutual friends. When you first met, there was an instant connection, emotionally and physically. It was like pure electricity and heat between you two, something you hadn’t experienced in a while. No matter how hard you tried to deny it and run from it, you couldn’t.

“That’s really great, Joe. I’m so proud of you for pushing through,” you grinned.

“I owe it to you. You really helped me pull through all this these past few months. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he said, his hand moving to your cheek.

“Joe,” you said while placing your hand on top of his, wanting to tell him that he got to where he is right now because of his own hard work and dedication. You were just a silent observer to his greatness.

“You’ve done so much for me. These past few months have been a dream. Getting to spend all this time with you has literally been the biggest blessing and a huge reminder that things don’t always have to be so complicated,” he says before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your soft pink lips.

Your relationship with Joe felt pretty easy and relaxed, which was different for you since your previous relationships felt the complete opposite. You were his sanctuary and he was your light at the end of the dark tunnel.

You lean into the kiss for a few seconds before he pulls away. He searches your eyes for a few moments, “I love you,” he says against your lips. It felt like the word stopped and you got punched in the gut when he said those three words. You hadn’t heard those three words in a very long time, and the last person who said those words to you absolutely destroyed you. You had had a few relationships throughout your life, each one worse than the other and it crushed you every time it ended. Your first serious relationship ended because the guy fell out of love. Your next relationship ended because the guy had feelings for someone else. And your last relationship, your longest, ended because he cheated on you multiple times and tried to make it seem like it was your fault, and that was the final blow. He used those three words against you every time, and now those three words came out of Joe’s mouth.

He noticed your startled facial expression and immediately pulled back. “Are you okay?” He asked.

You were frozen. You didn’t know what to say or how to respond to him. It’s not that you didn’t love him, it’s just you were scared that it would happen to you again, and you wouldn’t be able to make it to the other side this time. You fell hard and fast for Joe, meaning if anything happened, it would shatter you beyond the point of return.

“I’m fine,” you lie while moving out of his arms.

“No, you’re not, I can see it. I just screwed things up didn’t I?” He said as he grabbed your hand. His face sported a worried and nervous look.

“No no no, you didn’t. I did,” you say, your heart racing and your face burning. “I can’t say it back,” you whisper as tears fill your eyes.

Joe stayed silent for a few moments as he collected his thoughts. He loved you so much and knew why you couldn’t say it back. It broke his heart that you were scared to say it back. He knew you cared for him and your relationship was going amazingly, but he still tried to do everything he could to make you forget about the others before him. He was trying to undo the damage they had done.

“Y/N-”,

“You deserve to have those three words said to you and I just can’t say it back. You are the most lovable, caring, and thoughtful human I have ever met, and I can’t even say it back?” You say as hot tears slide down your cheeks, feeling absolutely shitty that you were putting him in this position.

“Y/N, listen to me”, he says as he grabs your hands to calm you down. “I don’t care if you can’t say it back right now. I know it’s not easy for you,”.

“But you should care,”.

“But I don’t. I know why you can’t and it’s okay. If you need time, I’m here. I can wait. I will wait,” he soothes.

Your heart broke at the situation. You felt horrible for not being able to say those 3 words to him even though you felt those feelings towards him. He was willing to wait for you, but was he really? Joe could have anyone he wanted, so would he wait for you to make up your mind when he could just move to the next girl? You needed a minute to get yourself together, he didn’t deserve this, especially right before the start of the season.

“I- I just need a minute. I’m so sorry. I’ll text you, but I just need a minute from this,” you said as you got off the couch, collecting your things so you could leave.

Joe gets up, the look on his face makes you want to cry even harder. He lets out a sigh, “That’s okay, I understand. When you’re ready, I’m here,” he says.

You give him a little smile as you pull him in for a hug before walking to the door and leaving his house.

End of flashback

The sounds of football reporters from the TV snapped you back to the present. It was currently Game Day, week 1 to be specific, and you were watching from your couch in your apartment. You should be watching from the Burrow Suite, just like how you and Joe talked about all off-season, but you weren’t, and it broke your heart.

It had been a few weeks since you had seen him, you were constantly replaying the horrible conversation in your head and feeling worse each time. He had texted you a few times to check in, but that was about it. You asked for space and he was giving it to you and you didn’t want to cause any more distress to him, especially since week 1 was right around the corner. You didn’t know how he was feeling, what he was doing, or who he was with. It was driving you insane, but you didn’t need to be filling his space with your mess right now.

You watched the TV carefully as the camera moved back down onto the field, and closer to Joe. He was sitting on the bench in his pre-game gear, seemingly lost in thought as he stared off into space. He turned around and looked up for a few seconds, and that sight alone made your eyes well with tears again.

You knew exactly what he was looking at and who he was looking for. You. He was looking for you in the suite. And here you were, sitting on the couch, alone, while you were supposed to be cheering him on in person. You wiped your eyes and took a few deep breaths. You didn’t want to distract him with your drama, so you understood that this needed to happen. He had to be laser-focused and you were being a distraction.

And he was laser-focused. The Bengals won their first game of the season, 35-17, and Joe absolutely killed it. He didn’t miss a beat and the team was on fire from start to finish. The big smile on his face in his on-field interview calms you down and his post-game presser reassures you that he is doing good, at least for right now.

A few hours later, you were lost in your thoughts. You were pondering whether or not you should send him a text about how great he did in the game. Was it stupid to text him? Did he even care? What if another girl was with him right now doing what you would be doing with him after his game?

“Fuck it,” you mumbled while typing up a little message.

Hey! Watched the game today and you killed it!!! Didn’t miss a single beat, so proud of you!

Remember to elevate your leg with a cushion in case your knee feels a bit off. And also ice it, I think the ice wrap is in the freezer :))

You knew that his knee would probably be a little sore after today's game just like it would be after practice. You had discovered that throughout the off-season after he’d come over to your place after practice every day. You would be the one to help soothe any discomfort he had but since you weren’t there, you had to remind him.

Flashback to June

You were finishing up a project for work until you heard a soft knock on your apartment door. You looked over to the clock which read 3:30, meaning it was probably Joe since he would come over after practice wrapped up for the day. He would usually come over every Wednesday and Friday and sometimes stay the night or end up going back to his house pretty late. When he first started to do this, you asked him if it was too tiring for him since you figured he’d be able to fully unwind and decompress more in the comfort of his own home. But he told you that being with you was his way of relaxing and decompressing.

You hopped off of the barstool and turned off the stove before walking over to the door to let him in. You made some spicy chicken and rice, seasoning everything just as he liked it.

You opened the door and Joe immediately leaped onto you, pulling you in for an intimate hug.

“Hello to you too,” you giggle as you wrap your arms around his large frame.

He lets out a laugh as you lead him back into your apartment, still hugging each other. He uses his foot to kick the door shut and pulls you in closer.

“You’re extra clingy today,” you laugh as you rub his back.

“Mmm, I missed you,” he mumbled against your head, pressing a delicate kiss onto your hair.

“Me too,” you said as you stood on your toes so you could press a kiss to his cheek. You pulled away from each other after a few more moments of being in each other’s arms and Joe’s nose wiggled as a smirk appeared on his face.

“You made my favorite,” he said, immediately recognizing the mouthwatering aroma.

“That I did,” you giggled. “Here, come sit on the couch. You’re probably sore and exhausted,”.

“Ooo, do I get treatment from my sexy nurse today?” He teased as he walked over and collapsed on the couch.

“If sweatpants and an old ass tank top from high school are sexy, then yes,” You grin while moving the cushions to help him elevate his knee.

He stares at you while you help him get cozy, “You don’t have to do all this,”.

“Since you demand to come over after practice, the least I can do is help you get comfy. Don’t want your knee to act up because you didn’t take care of yourself just because you were with me,” you say while moving his leg over to the cushions.

“Does it feel weird?” You look up and ask.

He lets out a sigh, “Yeah, a little,”.

“I’ll grab the ice wrap,” you say as you walk over to the freezer.

“Yes, Ms. Nurse,” he salutes before grabbing the TV remote to turn on an episode of The Office.

“Really funny, Joe,” you say.

A few minutes later, you wrap his knee in the ice wrap and curl up next to him on your couch, your head tucked under his strong arm and his hand sliding up and down your arm. You were playing with the strings of his hoodie and asked, “How was practice?”.

“It was good. I’m feeling and moving a lot better and the knee isn’t so bad. The soreness and weirdness will probably linger for a little bit so I’ll just have to put up with it,”.

“Good thing we got a routine down for taking care of it,” you smile.

“All thanks to you,” he says as he shakes your shoulder.

“You give me too much credit,”.

“Mmm no I don’t. You know exactly what works and what doesn’t work. But I think the biggest remedy is you. You make my life and evenings after practice so much more relaxing. Best medicine and treatment by far,” he says as he looks down into your eyes.

You stare into his baby blues for a few moments before leaning in and capturing his lips in a tender kiss.

“You’re too much, Burrow,” you laugh as you pull away.

“But you can handle me so I can’t be thaaat much,” he smirks.

“What’s with the smirk,” you giggle.

“It’s just that you can handle me in more ways than one,” he says as he moves you into his lap, straddling his hips and chest pressed against his warm skin.

“Dirty, Dirty Mind,” you say as you shake your head. “But you are right, I can handle you in every way possible. Never too much,” you say as you lean back in for another kiss.

End of flashback

You let out a deep breath and quickly turned your phone off so you would stop thinking about it. He probably wouldn’t even answer until tomorrow so why bother thinking about it? You got up off the couch and walked into your kitchen to heat up some leftover pasta and heard a chime come from the living room. You whipped your head around and saw your phone light up. Your eyes widened and you ran back over to the couch to check what it was.

Thank You! And thanks for the reminder. I already have the knee wrapped and my leg elevated. I’m glad you decided to watch. I was hoping you’d make it to the game but I get it

Your shoulders dropped at his text. He wanted you there and you let him down. You didn’t know how to respond to him because you didn’t want to make it worse, so you just decided to send a white heart emoji and turn your phone off.

You moved back onto the couch and fell back into the pillows. A loud exhale escapes your mouth, “What is wrong with me,” you say to yourself.

A few weeks later

It had been a few weeks since the first game of the season. It was currently week 6 and you still hadn’t seen Joe or really talked to him. The Bengals were 2-3 and you knew that was killing Joe and you wanted nothing more than to reassure him that it was going to get better. Like clockwork, the analysts began their ‘is Burrow really as good as people think he is?’ agenda just because he had a few bad games.

To help take your mind off of things, Jess had invited you out for lunch so you were getting ready for that. You were putting on your last bit of jewelry when one of your necklaces on your stand caught your eye. It was the infinity necklace Joe had gifted you for your birthday a few months ago.

Flashback to your birthday (August)

“And here is the last birthday gift,” Joe says as he places a tiny box in your lap.

“Are you sure it’s the last one?” You giggle.

He raises his brow and gives you a look that immediately shuts you up. He had surprised you with quite a few gifts today and many of them were very expensive looking. Each time you told him you didn’t need or want anything, but he clearly had a different idea.

“Okay, Okay,” you retreat, causing him to let out a laugh.

His arm wraps around your shoulder as you open the box. Inside the box was a beautiful diamond infinity necklace. Your eyes widen and your mouth falls open, “Joe, this is so beautiful,” you say as you examine the gorgeous diamonds.

“Only the best for my girl,” he smiles as he squeezes your shoulder.

“You didn’t have to do all this. This must’ve been so expensive,”.

“So what? It’s your birthday and I think this infinity symbol really resonates with how I feel about you,” he says as he picks up the necklace out of the box. “Here, turn around so I can put it on,”.

You turn around and move your hair out of the way. The smile on your face says enough about your emotions. Butterflies filled your belly and your heart was overflowing with adoration. He was so good to you and always made sure you felt valued by him, and he would do anything to show you and seemingly wanted to show you that forever. Infinity. He wanted to be with you for infinity.

End of flashback

You stared at the necklace for a few moments. You hadn’t worn it since the day you freaked out on Joe but you looked at it every day. A silent reminder that he does value you and he does care, but moreover, he adores you. But you couldn’t understand why you couldn’t show him the same love he gave you.

You grabbed the necklace, not overthinking it, and put it around your neck. You then grabbed your stuff and left your apartment so you wouldn’t have time to reconsider wearing it.

A few hours later

“So she told me she couldn’t go because she spilled Juice all over her dress but I think it was because she didn’t want to be around Becca since she started dating her exes best friend,” Jess says as she takes a sip of her lemonade.

“Man, your college friends are really something,” you laugh as you take a bite of your salad.

“Tell me about it,” she smiles.

“So, what’s going on with you and Joe?” She asks straight up. “I see that you’re wearing the necklace,” she points out.

Your smile drops a bit as you take a deep breath. You knew you’d have to talk about it at some point and you really needed to talk about it to someone who you could confide in. Jess was the perfect person. You and her immediately clicked when you first met at a team dinner back in the off-season and have been great friends ever since.

“I don’t know. He told me he loved me and I couldn’t say it back,” you frowned. “And as for the necklace, I don’t really know why I put it on today,”.

“Oh, Y/N,” she says as she reaches for your hand.

“I want to say it back but I’m scared. Joe has the ability to rip me to shreds if things go south and I can’t go through that again. Not after what happened in my last relationship. He’s so perfect and that worries me,” you say.

“Joe isn’t like the others,” Jess says.

“I know, and that’s why I’m confused. I don’t know why I’m being like this. He hasn’t given me a single reason to be this fearful. And I honestly don’t understand why he’s putting up with this. He’s probably better off forgetting about me and moving on with some other girl,”.

“Are you crazy?” She questioned. “Joe hasn’t stopped asking me about you. Every time I see him at the game he’s always asking about you and if you’re doing alright,” she giggles.

“Really?” You say, a little shocked that he thought about you that much, especially on game day.

“Yes, really. Y/N, he loves you. I’ve known Joe for a very long time and I’ve never seen him like this. He’s never been this in love with someone before. You’re special. You bring out the absolute best in him and he does the same for you,”.

“And you're saying there isn’t anyone else that he’ll just go to after he gets bored with me?” You ask.

“Nope. Never was and never will be. You’re the one to beat. You stole his heart. He’s never going to get bored when he has someone special like you in his life,” she winks.

“I think you’re just afraid of getting your heart broken again, and that’s fair. You’ve been through a lot and it can’t be easy to get into it again after going through a really tough and long relationship. But as your friend and as Joe’s friend, you owe it to him and yourself to try. He cares about you more than he cares about anyone, and that says a lot,”.

“The way Joe spent all those months in the off-season trying to win you over was unlike anything we’ve ever seen him do,”

Flashback to March

“He’s here?” you say to Jenna, wide-eyed and slightly nervous.

“Yeah, Dylan invited him,” She giggled. “Be prepared for another round of flirting, he is relentless,”.

Today was your friend Jenna’s birthday dinner. You had become friends at the end of last year when your job transferred you to the Cincinnati branch, and you instantly hit it off and became close friends in a short amount of time. She introduced you to all her friends and you became a part of their big group and that also meant becoming friends with her fiancee’s friends. They were all great and super friendly, except one of them was a bit too friendly with you. It was none other than the Bengals Quarterback, Joe Burrow. He and Dylan went to OSU together and were a part of the football program there and have kept in touch ever since, so you shouldn’t have been surprised when he walked into your friend’s dinner.

“He just never stops. Like 2 weeks ago when we all went to Dinner for Jess’s birthday, he was stuck to my side the entire time,” you said to her.

“What did I tell you? He likes you, Y/N,” she laughed as she sipped her drink.

“Yeah right. I know how these football players roll and I am not about to get caught up in that mess and get my heart broken all in one go,” you say as you watch him closely. Joe had taken a particular interest in you ever since you had met in February. You weren’t exactly sure why, but every time you would see him, he would end up stuck to your side the entire time. He would constantly talk to you, literally never shutting up. He would make little comments about how pretty you looked and how you were the nicest person he had ever met. You had a lot of things in common such as your music taste, your favorite movies, your small-town upbringing, and even your childlike tendencies such as playing Mario Kart & Smash Bros religiously at your grown age. Just the usual flirting but you were not buying into it. Sure, you would play into it and flirt back, but you had 0 intentions of actually starting something with him out of all people.

Each time you saw him, each time he would try to get you to hang out with him, just the two of you. Whether it was him suggesting that you two watch a movie at his place, go out to a new restaurant, or do anything you wanted to do, you always shut him down. Partly because you had your guard up around him for various reasons, but also because you didn’t think he actually liked you. You thought he just wanted to hook up and become casual fuck buddies like a typical football player, but you had no idea that those were not his intentions at all.

Joe really did like you and was doing anything to get you to give him a chance. He hadn’t felt this way about a girl in a very long time, and he was set on winning you over by any means necessary. You felt a little bad watching him struggle with you each time, but you were silently enjoying it. Something about having a star QB wrapped around your finger was amusing.

“I won’t lie, it is kinda fun to watch him attempt to make a move every time we see each other,” you laugh as you continue to stare at him. Although you didn’t want any part of him, he did look absolutely sexy. You would be lying to yourself if you said he wasn’t the most attractive man you had ever seen in your life.

“I give it a few months. You’ll be wrapped up in his arms,” Jenna says as she waves Joe over. He ends his conversation with a friend and starts walking over, a smile creeps up onto his face when he notices you sitting at the table.

You whip your head over to face her as you see him start to walk over, “What are you doing?” you say as you try not to act rude.

“You’ll thank me for this in a few months,” she winks as she gets up from her chair, greeting Joe, and then walking over to Dylan, Sam, and Jess.

You took a few deep breaths as you watched him sit down right next to you. “Here we go again,” you thought to yourself.

“Hey, Y/N,” he says, flashing his gorgeous smile to you.

“Hi, Joe,” you smile back.

“You look really pretty tonight,” he says as he takes a sip of his drink.

“Thank you,” you say back, hardly putting any effort into the conversation.

You both find yourself in some awkward silence for a few moments before Joe speaks up once again. “Soo, What have you been up to?”.

“Oh, nothing much. Just the usual,” you say as you play with the rings on your fingers.

“Cool, Cool,” he nods, the smile on his face slowly fading away.

“So Um, have you given my dinner offer any thought since the last time we saw each other?” he asked, referring to when he asked you if you wanted to get dinner with him at this new sushi place downtown that he had been dying to go to.

“Yeah,” you sigh. “Sorry, but I’m swamped with work for a while, don’t think I’ll have any time,” you lied, fully expecting him to keep pushing you for it like he usually does. It kinda was like a game of cat and mouse. You kept running away and he kept chasing, never being able to catch you, but also never giving up.

He stays quiet for a few seconds as you watch his head drop and the grip on his drink tighten. He would normally start the playful banter by now but he hadn’t, which was odd.

“See, I just don’t get it,” he said, looking back up at you, his usually joy-filled eyes now empty.

“Get what?” you ask him, sitting up in your seat.

“You. I don’t get you. Ever since we met, you’ve been giving me mixed signals. I thought we had something going on here since you were very clearly flirting back, but every fucking time I try to move to the next step, you dodge me like the plague. I don’t get it. Did I do something wrong?” he said.

“Joe, I-” you said, not knowing what to say to him. You felt horrible but he was right. You were sending him mixed signals but you thought he was having fun as well. Truth was, you weren’t dodging him, deep down you knew he was a good person and you actually enjoyed his company, you were just dodging the idea of dating and being in a relationship again. You just struggled with the idea of opening up to a person like that again, especially since the last time you did, it was used against you. And you were taking it out on Joe.

“What? Literally, what could you possibly have to say?” he asks, his face turning a little red but his voice remaining leveled. Even though he was upset, he made sure not to raise his voice.

You felt like throwing up in the moment because you felt awful for making him feel like this. The silence in between was enough of a response for him to get up. “Yeah, I figured. I don’t know what I did, but I’m sorry if something about me makes you want to run in the opposite direction,” he says as he turns around and walks back over to your friends who had just watched all this unfold.

You just sat there in silence, feeling shitty for making him feel like he was the problem when in reality, it was you. You got up and walked to the bathroom, trying to escape the now awkward ambiance and also compose yourself.

“What was that about?” Jess asked Joe when he walked over to them.

He shook his head and took a few deep breaths before saying, “I don’t know. I thought she liked me too but every single time I try to make a move, she shuts me down,”. “I don’t know what the fuck I did,”.

“Joe, you didn’t do anything,” Jenna said.

“Then why is she acting like this? When we first met, everything was going well. We had good conversations, she could be around me without looking like she had to throw up, and now? Now she won’t even hold a conversation with me,” he said.

“It’s because she’s scared of getting her heart broken again. All her exes were absolute assholes, each one worse than the other. Her last one really did a number on her but that’s not my story to tell. Just know, it was bad,” Jenna said.

“Jenna’s right. It is not your fault at all. I think deep down, she likes you too but is scared to admit it,” Jess added. “She always looks relaxed with you and seems like she always is having fun,”.

“I just wish she would give me a chance. It feels like I hit a brick wall with her and shit is not moving,” Joe says, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Well, don’t give up man. I know you and you definitely don’t back down from a challenge,” Dylan says, patting his back.

“Yup. She’ll come around,” Sam says.

“You just have to show her that you really really care about her. I know her and I know that once she sees how sincere you are about this, she’ll come through,” Jenna says.

“You didn’t hear this from me, but Y/N loves cliche romantic gestures. Specifically handwritten love letters,” Jess winks.

“Ooo, nothing more romantic than a love letter,” Jenna says while looking over to see if you have come back from the bathroom.

“A love letter? Do I look like Romeo,” Joe scoffs. Seriously, a love letter? Joe could barely write out a sincere birthday message for his friends and family and they expect him to write a love letter?

“Listen, if you really wanna get the girl, try one more time,” Jess encourages.

He thinks about it for a few seconds before giving in. This had to work. If you really liked gestures like this, Joe was going to make sure it was the best damn thing that’s ever happened to you.“This better work,” He says.

“Just don’t feel bad Joe. She just needs to see that you really want this and I think this just might do it,” Jenna says.

“Yeah, I Hope so,” Joe says as he glances over to where you were sitting, the seat now empty. “I’m gonna go get some air,” he says to your friends as he walks out to the entrance of the restaurant.

They were right. Joe never backed down from a challenge and he really wanted you. He was going to do whatever it took to win you over, even if that meant doing something he would never think to do in a million years.

“I’ve never seen Joe like this before,” Sam says to everyone after Joe walks away.

“Tell me about it. She has him wrapped around her finger and I really hope she doesn’t pass on this,” Jess says.

“They’re perfect for each other. She just needs to see it and hopefully this will do it,” Jenna says as you walk back out to the dining room.

A few days later

It had been a few days since Jenna’s birthday dinner. You had managed to avoid Joe the entire night but still felt guilty at the fact that you had been so terrible to him for reasons out of his control.

You were sitting on your couch reading one of your favorite romance novels. Everything was always so perfect in the books. The girl always got the boy and everything was so romantic and beautiful. When was it going to be your turn? When would you be able to feel like the girls in the books? A knock on your door snapped you out of your thoughts, “Hm?” You questioned since you weren’t expecting anyone.

You walked over to the door, opened it, and then were met with a large flower arrangement, no human in sight.

“What the hell,” you said to yourself as you crouched down to pick up the beautiful flowers, which happened to be your favorite, pink roses.

You kicked the door shut with your foot as you walked over to the kitchen island. “Who are these from?” You asked yourself. You searched the flowers for a card and found one tucked into the bottom of the pot.

You pulled over a barstool and sat down before you opened up the envelope. A little note was folded inside. You carefully pulled the paper out and opened it up to read it. You tilted your head out of confusion. The note was handwritten and the handwriting looked a little familiar.

—

Dear Y/N,

I don’t really know how to do this, but please don’t think this is cringey or corny. I think I’ve rewritten this letter like 5 times now so I'm really trying to make this work. Anyways, I feel awful for the way I handled things the other day and I know you’re probably sick of me but I just can’t ignore these feelings anymore.

From the moment I saw you, I knew there was something special about you—something that drew me in and captivated my heart. You’re a very special girl and you deserve all the happiness in the world, and I hope that I can be a part of that. I know it’s only been a short amount of time since we’ve met but every time I see you, I’m reminded that you’re not just something I dreamed about. You’re real and you’re here. And I want to be with you.

Your smile lights up my world and your laughter is like music to my ears. Every time you walk into a room, my heart skips a beat and I find myself completely enchanted by your presence. You are the most beautiful person I have ever known, both inside and out.

I find myself constantly thinking about you, day and night, dreaming of the day when I can finally tell you how much you mean to me. Your kindness, your intelligence, your sense of humor - all of these things make me fall for you more and more with each passing day.

I know that I might just be a small blip on your radar, but I couldn't let another day go by without expressing my feelings for you. I know that this is hard for you, but I really hope you’ll give me a chance to show you that I’m different, and that we can be different.

Sending my love,

Joe.

—

You felt hot tears streaming down your cheeks and onto the countertop, as you finished reading the letter. Nobody had ever written you a love letter before even though it was something you would constantly dream about and mention indirectly to your ex-lovers. None of them got the hint that this was something you wanted. But here you were, reading a love letter from a guy who didn’t even know about your silly little dream but somehow made it come true.

He really cared about you and he wasn’t playing around. The contents of the letter had made his feelings about you incredibly clear and opened up your eyes to what you were missing out on. He was such a sweet, kind-hearted, and gentle person and you had him right at your fingertips. And you were about to push him away for good.

You wiped your tears as you pulled out your phone from your pocket, pulling up Joe’s contact and hitting the call button. You prayed he would pick up, and he did.

“Hello?” He said, slightly breathless as he was in the middle of working out.

“You’re an idiot,” you laughed through the tears.

“Y/N?” He asked.

“Yes, it’s me,” you sniffled. He remained quiet on the other end so you took it as a chance to finally reciprocate the feelings he had for you.

“I got your letter and flowers,” you smiled.

“Yeah?” He asked, putting his dumbbell down and sitting on the workout bench. His stomach was in knots as he was anxious about what your response would be.

“Are you free tonight? I heard that the new sushi place downtown is to die for,” you giggled as you twirled your hair.

Joe’s face immediately lit up and his heart was about to beat out of his chest. He stayed silent for a few seconds to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, and he sure as hell wasn’t. “Yeah, I am. I’ll pick you up in an hour,” he says.

“It’s a date,” you say, biting your bottom lip, your stomach filled with butterflies and anticipation. It was finally your chance to get the boy.

After weeks of waiting and trying, Joe had finally won you over. He had finally won the trophy and ultimate prize which was you.

End of flashback

Nobody had played the field for you like Joe had. You were pretty unlucky when it came to relationships but when you met Joe, everyone who was attempting to play the field just ended up warming the bench. He never gave anyone else a moment to try to win you over. Throughout the off-season, he was doing just about everything to win your heart and he was killing it. You were on a winning streak, up until you ruined it with your childish fears.

“I just- I haven’t felt the way I feel with him in a long time and that scares the hell out of me. The last time I felt that way, I was so blinded by it and it got the best of me,” you replied, your stomach churning at the mention of your last relationship.

“I understand that. But not every guy is going to take advantage of your love. Even though I’ve known you for a few months, I can see that you have so much love inside of you. I can see the love in your eyes for him. Don’t let your past get in the way of something promising and special,” she told you.

“You tell me something new he does for you and a new funny story about him literally every time I see you. You always have this radiant smile when you’re around him and this look in your eyes that most people would say only is seen in someone once every few lifetimes,” Jess adds as she points at your necklace.

“Like look at that. He basically told you it was you and him for infinity. He’s not going anywhere, trust me,” she laughs. “Don’t fight it,”.

You take another deep breath and think about what she’s saying. She’s right. You and Joe had been together for 6 months and in those 6 months he never made you feel bad about yourself, he never made you feel neglected, and he definitely never made you feel unloved. He was different from everyone else and you loved him so much. It wasn’t his fault that the others hurt you so badly and you owed it to him to try.

He was what you had been waiting for your entire life and now that you’d finally had it, you were so close to ruining it. He wasn’t like the others, not one bit. You loved everything about him and he loved everything about you. He showed you what real love felt like, and taught you how to love again. She was right, why should you fight it? You had struck gold with Joe.

“I love him,” you realize, a smile creeping up your face.

“There we go,” she says as she claps her hands together and falls back into the chair.

“I really love him,” you repeat, wanting to scream it at the top of your lungs.

“And I’m sure he would be incredibly happy to hear that,” she smiles. “Wait, you should come to the game on Sunday,” she

“Are you sure? Shouldn’t I wait to talk to him until after this week's game?” You asked.

“I have a feeling he’d be more than excited to see you at the game this week. Might give him that kick he needs to break out of whatever came over him this past 2 games,” she says.

“Yeah, he has been a little off lately,” you frown. You didn’t know if it was because of you or his knee or something else, but something was off about him.

“If you decide to come, I’ll be waiting at the suite entrance since I know it would be your first time at a game,”

“Maybe I’ll come around, it feels like it’s been so long since I’ve seen him,” you said.

It was true, it had been so long since you’d seen him. And you missed him so much. You missed his little laugh, his silly jokes, his adorable smile, his beautiful eyes, his sexy morning voice, and most importantly, the warm and comforting feeling you got around him.

“Mhm,” she replied. “You should wear his jersey too. I’m sure he’d love it,”.

Sunday — Paycor Stadium

You walked into the stadium, taking a deep breath as you made it inside. You were wearing his jersey for the first time and were feeling a little nervous about the entire situation. You haven’t been to his game before, you haven’t even worn his jersey before, and you definitely didn’t know what the hell you were going to say to him once you saw him. You were so caught up in your head that you didn’t realize that you had walked over to the Suite entrance where Jess was waiting for you, just like she had said.

“You made it!” She said as she pulled you in for a hug. “And your outfit looks so cute,” she adds, pointing out your jersey. You had put on the white bengal jersey, a vintage Bengals dad hat, and your favorite pair of jean shorts. And the cherry on top is your infinity necklace.

“Yeah,” you said, a little frazzled because of the many thoughts floating through your head.

She noticed your worried face and said, “Hey, don’t stress. It’ll be just fine, I promise,”.

“I hope so,” you mumble.

She turned her head around, looking to see if the hallway behind her was clear. “Joe won’t be able to come up here now, but that hallway leads straight to the tunnel and locker room entrance,” she says, fully implying that you should go down there and see him.

A smile creeps up your face and you start playing with the infinity necklace around your neck. “Go get your boy,” she teases.

She was right, time to stop being afraid. He was yours and you were his, there was no use fighting the alchemy. What’s meant to be, is meant to be, and you two were meant to be.

You told her you’d be back in 10 or so minutes and made your way down the illustrious hallway. The walls were decorated with Bengals memorabilia, ranging from the beginning of the team and up to now. There were quite a few things on the walls about Joe, and seeing them made your heart full.

You made your way down to the tunnel and locker room area, not sure where you should go from here. He did tell you a while back that family was allowed to be down here once in a while before or after the game, but you didn’t know where you should be.

You took a peak at the field, seeing that there were a few players in their jerseys out there. “He must be getting ready to go out for some last-minute warmups before the walk-in,” you said to yourself.

A sigh left your lips as you sat down on the bench across from the locker room entrance. You waited there for a few moments until you saw the door open, and out came Sam.

You immediately stood up and walked over to him and he noticed you instantly, “Oh- Hey Y/N! It’s great to see you. Jess told me you may be coming to the game so it’s great to see you here! How are you?” he asked.

“I’m amazing Sam, Um, where’s Joe?” You said, getting straight to the point.

He chuckled and shook his head, “He should be coming out in a minute. Man, you two are definitely something,”.

Before you could ask him what he meant by that, he quickly cut you off because he had to go. “Anyways, I gotta go out there but good luck and enjoy your first in-person game,” he smiles as he puts his helmet on and starts to jog out.

You say goodbye to him as you lean back against the wall. “Any minute now,” you whisper to yourself.

A few minutes pass and you decide to go on your phone, seeing a few messages from Jess. She was letting you know that she was sitting inside the suite and grabbed you some food for when you got back. You were in the middle of sending her an update when you heard the door swing open. 3 men stepped out in their football gear and walked over to the tunnel, however, 1 stayed right in front of you.

“Y/N?” the familiar voice asked.

You looked up from your phone, and there he was. The man of your dreams, the person who made you feel cherished and safe.

“Joe,” was all you could say. The nerves you had been feeling for the past hour suddenly disappeared at the sight of him.

He walked closer to you as you slipped your phone into your back pocket. His heart fluttered as he noticed you had his jersey on, but most importantly, you had the necklace on.

“What are you doing-,” he said before you leaped into his arms, taking him by surprise which caused him to stumble back a little.

“I’m so sorry. I am so so so so sooo sorry,” you said as you pushed your face into the crook of his neck. His arms hovered for a second before moving around your waist, holding you tightly.

“For what?” he asked.

You pulled your face out of his neck and met his eyes, “Everything. I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere,” you said as you gazed lovingly into his eyes.

“But that’s only if you still want me-,” you add before he leans down and pushes his lips against yours. God, you missed the feeling of his lips against yours.

You both pull away after a few seconds, “Does that answer your question?”.

You grin at his little gesture, “Absolutely,”.

He pulls you back into him, swaying you back and forth for a little. “We can talk after the game? At least, that’s if you’re staying,”.

“You really think I would be wearing your jersey if I wasn’t here to watch you,”.

“Fair point,” he laughs. He looked out over at the field and saw a few of the staff looking for him. “I gotta go,”.

You release yourself from his embrace, “Don’t wanna keep them waiting too long,” you giggle. “I’ll be up in the Burrow Suite, just like we talked about,”.

Joe felt like melting in the moment. He still couldn’t believe you were here, in his jersey, and were about to watch him play. He was scared and thought that he had lost you for good after what happened but you proved him wrong.

“I’ll be looking for you,” he says, giving you a look that tells you he means business.

“And I’ll be there, I swear,” you salute.

He pulls you back in for another hug, “God, I can’t believe you’re here right now,”.

“Well, get used to it. I think I’ll be letting them know to save a permanent seat for me up there,”.

“I’ll buy you a whole suite just for yourself if you want me to,” he jokes, only partly.

“Baby Steps, Joey. Baby steps,” you giggle.

Your tender moment is soon interrupted by a training staff member walking by, “Joe, we need you out there. They wanna go over a few things before kick-off,”.

“I‘ll be there in a sec,” he says, still holding you.

“You should probably go before they send out a search party,” you say as you look up at him.

“You’re probably right,” he laughs as he lets go of you. “I’ll see you after the game in the suite. Hope you have fun,” he smiles.

“Oh I will,” you respond. Joe presses a kiss onto your cheek before walking towards the tunnel.

“Wait,” you whisper to yourself. “Wait, Joe!” You yell as you speed walk over to him before he goes out. He quickly turns around, “What’s Wrong?”.

You walk over to him and wrap your arms around his shoulders before moving your face closer to his, pressing a warm kiss on his lips.

“I love you,” you whisper against his lips after you pull away. His eyes widen at your words and his stomach does a backflip. “Knock ‘em dead, Shiesty,” you say as you press another kiss to his lips before walking back to the hallway that leads up to the Suites. He felt absolutely love-struck as he watched you walk away. You said it. You finally said it.

“Damn,” He whispered to himself, a huge smile on his face.

An hour later

The game was going great. Joe was killing it and seemed to have snapped out of whatever came over him the past two weeks. It was the start of the fourth quarter, the Bengals leading 27-21, and you were having the time of your life.

“This is so fucking fun,” you grin as you take another sip of your drink.

“Welcome to the football life my friend,” Jess laughs.

“He’s too good, he is TOO good,” you yell, slightly tipsy since you had a few drinks. You mental note to not drink stadium cocktails because they were so strong, and you were definitely feeling it.

“Ooof, third down and this is a crucial spot,” you say, standing up and moving closer to the railing.

“Let’s see how it goes,” Jess says, putting her drink down and joining you at the railing. You held your breath as you watched the play unfold. Joe took a few steps to the side and a little back and then moved around as the pocket collapsed. He found an opening and launched the ball down the field, all the way into the endzone, which was then caught by Ja’marr for the touchdown.

The crowd erupted at Joe’s impressive movement considering his knee and the amazing throw. “Holy Shit! That was a Dime!” you screamed over to Jess as you jumped up and down.

“Look down there!” she said as she shook your arm out of joy.

You looked down and saw Joe facing the suite, on a knee doing what looked like the ‘archer’ pose, and drawing back his bow and arrow. He smiled as he released the imaginary bow straight up at you. Everyone below you in the stands looked up to see what he was paying so close attention to and saw you.

“Awww,” Jess teased.

You moved your hand to your heart as if you were struck by the bow and stumbled back for dramatic effect, and he noticed. Everyone noticed. He waved at you as he got up and a blush rose on your cheeks. It was very clear that the sign on his heart was still reserved for you by his very public declaration of his love for you. If people hadn’t caught on that Joe Burrow had a girlfriend, they sure knew now.

“I love you,” you mouthed to him as he took his helmet off.

“I love you too,” he mouthed back, setting off fireworks in your heart.

A few hours later

The game ended with the Bengals winning 37-24, and people were raving about how Joe was finally looking like himself again. You had the best time watching him absolutely tear it up. You were currently waiting for him to meet you in the suite, pure dopamine coursing through your veins after that electric game.

You were staring out onto the empty field, taking in the feeling. The bright lights and the poster of Joe being lifted up over his friend’s heads after the win that sent them to the Super Bowl last year on the side of the stadium made this all start to feel real. This was going to be a common thing for you, you belonged here.

You heard the door swing open, meaning Joe was finally here. You turned around and saw him standing there with the biggest smile on his face. You ran over and launched yourself into his arms, pressing maybe a dozen kisses around his face.

“You did so good, Joe,” you say in between kisses. “I’m so proud of you,”.

“Thank You,” he laughs as he holds you closer, never wanting to let go now that he had you for good. “I needed that extra kick from the heroine from earlier,”.

“What Kick?” you asked, incredibly confused.

He burst out laughing once he realized what you were thinking of. “Heroine with an e”, he jokes. “Ya know, a girl with extraordinary characteristics and a great way of going about things,”.

“And am I supposed to be the Heroine?” you said as you tilted your head.

“Yes Ma’am,” he nods.

“But what did I say that gave you the extra kick?” you asked, completely oblivious.

“Oh, you know, the ‘L’ word,” he said.

You paused for a few seconds before shouting, “Oh, you mean love?” as you leaned back a little while Joe nodded. “Yup it is true, I love you! I loveeee you Joe Burrow!,” you screamed at the top of your lungs. Normally you would never think of screaming in public like this, but it was a mostly empty stadium and empty suite. Just the two of you and you felt that feeling so strongly and this was the best way to let it out.

“Are you drunk?” He laughs.

“Maybeee a little. Don’t get mad, those stadium cocktails are not for the weak,” you slur. “But that doesn’t make this any different, I still love you. Sober, Drunk, or High,”.

“I love you,” he laughed before leaning in to press a deep kiss onto your pink lips which caused you to stumble back a little, his grip on your waist incredibly strong like he was never going to let go.

You both stayed in each other’s arms for a few moments, chatting about the game and how he absolutely loved the feeling he got once he saw you sitting in his suite. And you telling him about how much fun you had at your first football game.

“It was amazing,” you said as you both sat down on the couch in the corner. “I’ve never seen anything like that before in my life ,”.

“I’m glad you had fun,” he grinned, reaching over and entwining your fingers.

“I’m so proud of you, I mean you really killed it. I know the last few games were tough and those clowns wouldn’t shut up about their stupid ‘burrow is overrated’ agenda, but you didn’t let that get to you. You went straight for the crown,”.

Joe started laughing which made you a little confused. “What’s so funny?” you asked.

“Just laughing at the scene. I can’t believe you’re here right now and giving me a motivational speech about football,”.

“We’ll get used to it Joe, I think I’m taking a permanent position as your personal cheerleader,” you say as you run your hand through his wet curls.

“God, I love you,” he says, your smile dropping a little which he notices.

“Hey Hey, what’s wrong?” He asks while absentmindedly rubbing your hand to help you relax.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to say it,” you said while looking down at your feet.

“Hey, don’t say that,” he says as he squeezes your hand. “You’re here, that is what matters,”.

“You’re right, I am,” you say as you look back up with a smile. “And I don’t ever plan on leaving. You are what I’ve been waiting for and I finally have what I’ve always wanted. Someone who really loves me and appreciates everything about me. Someone who gets me and makes me feel like I’m on Cloud 9,”.

“I’m done being afraid of Love. You’ve shown me what true love feels like and that you are not like the amateurs. You know exactly how to win a girl over and treat her like she is the most special person in the world,”

“Not only that. You also have someone who is infatuated with you, thinks you’re the coolest girl in the world, the most gorgeous woman to grace the planet, and the most remarkable human being he has ever met,” he adds.

You feel like a breath of fresh air just hit your face and like you could breathe again. It was going to be different this time. It was going to be different because of Joe.

“I love you,” you said to him again.

“I will never get tired of hearing that,” he says as he moves his hand to cup your cheek.

“Good, I’ll never get tired of saying it,” you say as you move your hand onto his which is on your cheek.

“I’m glad we just let things fall into place by itself,” he says. “Well, other than my many attempts to win you over in the beginning. But after I finally won you over, everything was natural. Even this moment,” he says as he moves his hand back to yours, once again entwining your fingers.

“Yeah,” you nod. “Who are we to fight the alchemy?”.

“Alchemy?” He asks as he raises his eyebrow.

“Yup. Same thing as chemistry, but that’s too common of a word to describe this. Alchemy is rare and it’s magical. A kind of transformation that only happens once every few lifetimes,”.

“You turned something broken and dull into gold,” you add. “Alchemy,”.

“Huh, I guess I should use the word Alchemy to describe us from now on,” he says while rubbing your thigh.

You moved closer to his warm body and pressed a slow kiss onto his lips, “Sounds like a plan,”. The love inside of you quickly turned to lust at the sight of your boyfriend plus the alcohol in your system. He looked absolutely mouthwatering. His wet hair from his post game shower, his flowy black shorts, and his partially wet white tee was sending you into overdrive.

“Did I mention how sexy you look wearing my jersey?” he teased as he looked down at your outfit.

“I mean, it is yours so technically you look sexy wearing it too,” you giggled.

“Mmm, you make it look sexier,” he disagrees.

The soft glow of the lamp next to the couch wrapped around you both as you sat on the couch with Joe. The tension between you was palpable, the desire simmering just beneath the surface.

You finally accepted your love for Joe and he was yours. Now you could fully enjoy these moments with him without that nagging thought of getting your heart broken in the back of your mind.

Without saying a word, he reached out and pulled you closer, his lips crashing against yours in a fierce and hungry kiss.

His hands roamed your body, igniting a fire within you that you couldn't control. The physical connection between you was extremely clear once again. You moaned into his mouth as his fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer to him. Your bodies pressed together, the heat between you building with every passing second.

You straddled his lap, feeling the hard muscles of his chest beneath your fingertips as you ran your hands over his body, desperate for more. Joe's kisses were fierce and demanding, his passion evident in every touch.

Lost in the moment, you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as you became lost in each other. As the intensity of your passion grew, the world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you entwined in a heated embrace. And in that moment, nothing else mattered but the raw love you felt for each other.

You pulled away from the passionate kiss, breathless and your chest heaving. You looked into his ocean blue eyes which were filled with love and warmth and said, “I love you Joe Burrow, forever and ever,”.

You weren’t scared anymore. You stopped fighting the alchemy and let the magical transformation happen just like it was supposed to.

—The End—

#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow fic #joeburrow #joe burrow imagine #nfl imagine

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there's a lot going on in the mag 58 supplemental, this one little scene does a lot of heavy lifting to set up martin and tim's arcs for the rest of the show, but I want to focus on these lines particularly because of how therapy comes back as a symbol in s4/s5.

broadly, in the context of the meta plot and not the individual statements, seeking therapy in tma is representative of trying to improve oneself and get out of a bad situation. later, when taking melanie to therapy, georgie suggests that jon should get some as well but, when asked, says she wouldn't be willing to escort him like she does with melanie, showing how she does wish the best for jon in theory but doesn't think he actually wants to get better, or at least that she's not sure enough to involve herself with him.

that view of jon doesn't come from nowhere, because here we have an instance of him rejecting that same offer, symbolically rejecting help in favor of digging himself deeper on his own (obligatory disclaimer that irl therapy is a very personal thing and says nothing about one's overall character, this is just an examination of a motif in fiction). the word choice of "he just says no" imo implies that martin has suggested this multiple times and jon keeps giving the same answer, continually reaffirming that he does not want outside assistance to pull him out of this spiral.

the fact that martin's the one advocating to go soft on jon despite repeated refusals for more sympathetic help is interesting to me, because I would guess that this conversation was instigated by jon aggressively confronting martin about trevor herbert two episodes earlier. we know he was stalking all three of his assistants, but that is the biggest and most threatening outburst we get from jon in this period, and in this conversation it is still martin being defensive and apologetic vs tim being frustrated and pissed off.

I've said recently that I'm pretty sure martin believed jon was self harming and/or suicidal at this point, so I can see why he would be particularly willing to give jon slack and try to prevent any big conflicts, but that still contributes to his current narrative role of "guy who is treated the worst but ignores it because he's also the guy who cares the most." in that way, he's a foil for georgie; she cares, sure, but not enough to ignore (perceived) risks. martin pushes for jon to get therapy even as he lashes out and rejects help, and georgie won't involve herself when jon asks if she'd be willing to help him see a therapist.

this motif comes back around for a final complication in s5, when laverne, melanie's therapist, winds up as part of her cult. melanie's effort to get better and get out did have lasting effects, she is separated from the watcher/watched system and is coping a whole lot better than she would have before, but those personal efforts still weren't enough to fully get her out of the whole mess. no amount of individual action could remove her from this structural problem, her therapist helped her a lot but also now thinks she's a prophet.

which also comes back to the above scene. tim and martin both write off elias as useless in this situation, so they start sniping at each other and talking about how to stop jon from doing what he's doing without even really lingering on how the guy who is actually in charge and has power over them all is making it worse by neglecting his managerial duties. I'm sure jon could have done with some therapy at this point, but that would have only dealt with, like, 10% of the archive gang's current problems.

#tma #marina marvels at life #id in alt text

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three — have to be

mess it up — gojo x reader & sukuna x reader

⁀➴ when i told you i’m fine, you were lied to. when the love of your life falls for someone else, you decide to move on—by pretending to date your best friend, the campus fuckboy.

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word count. 2.5k content. profanity, college kids being stupid, some angsty feels

Contrary to popular belief, college isn’t that different from high school. No one magically matures overnight and goes from being a snot-nosed brat to a sophisticated adult. Try as you might, it just isn’t the way things go.

College is essentially just high school on steroids. The cliques are more exclusive, padded with unwritten rules and covert acts of initiation. Bullies are more subtle, if not more vicious. And the gossip? Well, the gossip is just as venomous, and news spreads just as fast.

Today’s item of interest is one for the books: The big breakup between the campus crush and the golden boy who bagged her. How they ended things rather abruptly. And how they’re both already dating different people only three weeks later.

“Apparently, you cheated on him,” Nobara tells you, pulling out the lollipop she has in her mouth. “Or you cheated on him. It depends on who you ask.”

“I heard that you were sleeping with a professor,” Maki says.

You frown at her, adjusting your bag on your shoulders. “Yaga?”

“No.” She grins. “Gakuganji.”

You gag at the thought. Which sicko came up with that? Probably Kento, you think. The prick.

The three of you are on your way to a meeting for a pre-law society you joined back in your first year. You’re not quite sure you want to be a lawyer and Maki’s made it clear that she’s just in it for the parties, but as Nobara says, it’s for the connections.

A lot of college has felt like a complete scam to you, if you’re being honest. The classes are fine enough and you occasionally meet interesting people, but for the most part, you’re well-aware that everyone here’s either just coasting or trying to one-up one another. You can’t complain though. In the end, you’re a part of it all.

“I heard something interesting though,” Nobara says, and there’s a dangerous tone in her voice that has you crawling out of your skin. “More than a few people are saying that you’re dating someone new.”

Maki nods, looking at you with a raised brow. “I heard that too.”

“Someone from the business department apparently,” Nobara adds. “Someone you’re incredibly close with.”

You swallow as your two friends turn to you for an answer to their accusations. You and Sukuna made your sham relationship “official” just a few days ago and you haven’t had the time to tell either of them about it. If you’re being honest, you’ve been avoiding the topic for as long as humanly possible because you already know what they’re going to say about the whole thing.

It’s one thing for you to be friends with him despite their clear dislike of him, it’s an entirely different thing to be dating him. To the public’s knowledge at least.

“I was going to tell you guys about that,” you say quietly.

Nobara gapes, dropping her lollipop on the ground. “You’re fucking with us.”

“Before you say anything—”

“Holy shit!” Maki exclaims. She stops in her tracks and grabs your shoulders, shaking you as if to shock some sense into your system. “No. You’re not doing this.”

“I know Satoru fucked you up, but this is not the way to deal,” Nobara tells you. Her arms are flailing around as she tries to get her point across. She probably thinks you’re in too deep, madly in love with the asshole she’s done nothing but warn you about. “Where’s your phone? You’re breaking up with him right now.”

You can’t help but laugh at your friends’ hysterics. Much to their horror.

Maki’s grip on your tightens. “This is serious, babe. It’s not happening.”

“Will you just let me speak?” you say, the laughter shaking your voice. “I’m not dating Sukuna.”

They both let out a sigh of relief.

“But I am pretending to.”

“What kind of fucked up game are you playing?” Maki demands. She’s let go of you now at least. That’s something. “Explain, bitch.”

You roll your eyes and continue walking straight ahead, forcing the two of them to hurry along after you. “It’s just a thing we’re doing,” you say. “It’s basically a joke.”

Nobara groans. “Well, it’s not funny,” she says. “Why are you doing this?”

“I dunno,” you tell her. “I’m petty, I guess.”

They’re clearly displeased with your non-answer. You realize that it was more than ridiculous trying to hide it from them in the first place. There’s really nothing to hide.

“We went to a party over the weekend,” you say. “And Satoru was there… with Kimi.”

Maki purses her lips, but you can tell that she understands. She understands you more than she wants to. She was there with you before the breakup, she saw how much the whole thing had been weighing on you, and she was there immediately after it happened. She saw just how badly the whole thing wrecked you. She knows that you’re being stupid, but she also knows you.

It’s Nobara who scowls and shakes her head. It’ll take more than that to convince her.

“So?” she says. “Then date one of the many guys who throw themselves at your feet. Or get a girl! You’re due for a girl. Pick literally anyone else but him.”

You chuckle at her insistence, draping your arm over her shoulder and squeezing her against you. “I don’t want anything real right now,” you tell her. “All those people want a real relationship that I’m just not ready for, and they don’t deserve to be led on. Besides, Sukuna’s the only one I trust to do something this stupid with.”

“See, that’s how I know you’re fucked in the head,” she says. “You cannot trust a guy like Sukuna. He’s an ass.”

“He’s also my best friend.”

Nobara hangs her head at that. “You know, I wish I’d met you sooner,” she tells you. “Then, I would’ve gotten you away from that asshole before he got his fangs in.”

“I know him,” you say, leaning your head against her. “You gotta trust me on this.”

She wraps her arm around your waist and holds you tight for a moment, then sighs. “If he tries anything stupid though, I will kill him.”

“I’ll help,” Maki says. She goes in front of you, walking backwards so she can keep her eyes on yours. “You’re sure about this?”

You nod, reaching your hand out to grab hers. “I’m sure,” you say. “And it’s only for a month. I’ll probably be ready to move onto something real by then.”

The meeting has been going on for hours. They’re not usually this bad when all you have to talk about is a fundraiser or a seminar or a statement against the school administration or something menial like that. But the agenda today is loaded.

The trip.

The big trip that everyone in the society always gets worked up over. It’s the big event of the year, a weekend where the whole group goes somewhere new and gets completely wasted.

It isn’t enough that you do charity work or contribute to the campus life like any other club would. It isn’t enough that you all see each other on a weekly basis to party at someone’s house or head to a bar together. To truly make the “connections” that Nobara speaks of, you have to relocate everyone to a beach or camp in the mountains or get locked together in a cabin in the woods.

It’s for bonding, they say. But with how everyone’s arguing right now, you’re almost worried that the whole group is just going to end up hating each other. Just another part of the college experience as they say.

“We are not going to an active volcano for our trip,” Utahime says. “It’s stupid and, honestly, not fun at all.”

Mahito huffs at that. “What’s more fun than knowing that we could die at any moment?” he asks like it’s a completely normal thing to say. “You guys just want to go to the beach again and that’s boring.”

“Where would we even sleep?” Aoi points out.

Utahime nods and looks at Mahito with venom in her eyes. “Exactly.”

“As if anyone sleeps on these trips anyway.”

You raise your hand. “I vote against the volcano.”

“So where would you have us go?” Mahito asks. “Kento’s house?”

The man in question scoffs. “As if I would ever let you in my house.”

“I think the beach is fine,” Nobara says. “We always have fun there anyway.”

“We went there last year though,” you say against your better judgment. When Nobara looks at you like, How are you not siding with me on this? You mouth a quick “sorry.” Then, “Camping’s fun.”

“Bugs,” Mahito.

“Oh, and you think there isn’t anything gross on a volcano?” Utahime.

“What about Aoi’s cabin?” Kento.

“My dad just sold it.” Aoi.

“I vote beach.” Maki.

“Thank you!” Nobara.

The conversation goes round and round. Everyone has an opinion, everyone has something to say, everyone has something they don’t like or don’t want to do. It seems like the whole thing will never end.

“Ski trip,” you say suddenly. The room goes silent. “We’ve never been before, and it’s doable. The budget’s pretty good this year. I think we could swing it.”

Everyone looks at Kento, the keeper of the books, as he turns to his laptop to crunch the numbers. After a moment of typing, he looks up and nods.

“It’ll have to be after the children’s rights fundraiser though,” he says. “We have to make sure we can make the downpayment on the hall for the kids, but after that…”

Everyone looks at Utahime now, the club president who has the final word on everything. “Fine,” she says eventually. “Ski trip it is.”

There’s a round of “finally”s and “fuck yeah”s and patting each other on the back for a job well-done.

“Now, about the children’s rights fundraiser,” Utahime says. “We should really start planning that.”

Everyone groans and there’s eventually a call for a five-minute break.

“We should really kick Mahito out at this point,” Nobara whispers to you as she rests her head on the table. “He doesn’t even do his job half of the time.”

You pat her head and laugh. “He’s harmless,” you tell her, getting up from your seat. “I’m gonna go pee.”

“I’ll come,” Maki says, following you out the door.

The two of you link your hands together and swing them wildly as you make your way to the restroom, a habit you two formed in freshman year when you refused to be suffocated by the crowds of people going from classroom to classroom. Despite seeming like two completely different kinds of people on the surface, the two of you are just menaces at heart. It’s why you’re such good friends.

As you approach the restroom, you can hear a group of girls talking loudly inside.

“Locker room talk,” Maki says, wiggling her eyebrows at you with a smirk on her lips.

You snort, the voices becoming clearer now.

“You’re so lucky.”

“Is he good in bed?”

“He’s lucky to have you.”

“You guys are so embarrassing.”

You stop in your tracks. The last voice is so familiar, terrifyingly so. It’s a voice you’ve heard from a few feet away. In front of you in a line. In the back of a classroom. On the court, counting out the timing for the next steps of the cheerdance.

“He’s really sweet though,” the voice says. “Just this morning, he showed up at my dorm with a bunch of flowers. He said he got them ‘just because.’”

Maki is watching you with concern, confused by why you’ve suddenly stopped moving, why your breath has seemed to hitch in your throat.

Just because.

A bouquet of now-wilted flowers on your kitchen counter. A teddy bear from a carnival tucked beneath your bed. A tennis racket you made him swear not to buy that showed up in your locker one morning before practice. Just because.

The restroom door swings open and four girls walk out. One of them—

“Kimi.”

The name slips from your mouth before you even realize it. You want the earth to swallow you whole at this moment. For the current to drag you under. For the heavens to crack open.

The girl looks at you with wide eyes. Guilt, you can tell. Pity.

She says your name this time. “Hi,” she says a little nervously. “How are you?”

Just like Maki, her friends watch the situation unfold from a careful distance. Will one of you lunge at the other? Will you pretend to be the best of friends? Should they come closer? Should they stay back?

“I’m doing well,” you tell her. The voice that comes out of you doesn’t feel like your own. You only realize now that you’re smiling. There’s a hint of smugness to it, a hint of callousness, cruelty. “I take it you and Satoru are going strong.”

She seems to catch your tone. Unintentional of course, but she doesn’t know that. All trepidation seems to leave her body, replaced by a similar coldness. “Yeah, we are,” she says. “I hear you and Sukuna are an item now.”

You try not to cringe at the implication. You’ve traded Satoru, the golden boy, for Sukuna, the bad idea. No point regretting it now.

“Yeah,” you say. End this now, you think. “Well, Maki and I have a meeting to get back to.”

“Oh, sure,” she says sweetly, stepping out of your way. Her friends follow suit. “See you around.”

You take Maki’s hand and wave at the girl as she passes by. “See you.”

The two of you walk into the restroom and let the door close behind you. You’re looking at each other now, breathing deeply as you hear the girls outside walk away.

“That was fucking insane,” Maki finally says.

“Tell me about it.”

You both burst out laughing at the absurdity of the whole situation. It’s not a big deal, if you’re thinking logically, seeing your ex’s new girlfriend in a restroom. You all go to the same school, it’s not like you can avoid each other. Still, the whole thing brings out a viciousness in you that you can’t quite control, one that’s always ridiculous in hindsight.

You go into the bathroom stalls, still laughing.

“You were so cold,” Maki tells you from the stall beside you. “I was so proud, you wouldn’t believe it.”

“I was mean!” you exclaim. You groan as you reach for the toilet paper. “She’s so telling him about that.”

“No way. It’d be embarrassing.”

You pull your pants up and head out to wash your hands in the sink, waiting for Maki to finish. “She knows about Sukuna.”

“Yeah,” she says. “How do you feel about that?”

“Humiliated.”

She steps out of the stall and washes her hands in the sink beside yours. “You still think the whole pretend-dating thing is worth it?”

You shrug, crossing your arms over your chest. “What’s done is done,” you tell her. “Sunk cost, baby.”

Maki dries her hand and looks at you seriously now. “Are you okay?”

Just because.

The words echo in your head. Words that have only ever been spoken to you now tainted by her voice.

“No,” you tell her. When she looks at you with furrowed brows, all you can do is shrug. “But I’ll have to be.”

notes. a little insight into reader's student life and bit of her bitchy side 👀 these chapters are getting longer than i'm used to lmao i fear the plot is getting away from me and just dragging me along for the ride at this point

#hqbaby.miu #hqbaby #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo #gojo x reader #sukuna #sukuna x reader

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Whiplash (6)

Pairing: Felix x Reader x Hyunjin

Genre: Street Racing, Gang, Friends to Lovers

Warnings: Sexually Suggestive Things, Language, Jealousy, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.2k

Taglist: @sheala--marie @kayleefriedchicken @chartrucewhore @cookiesnmilfx @thicccurls @aznstoner @velvetmoonlght

“You're fucking psycho if you think I'll ever be back in this house again.” You spit. “Who are you? The San I knew would never have done this! Never would have drugged me!” You scream.

Felix and Hyunjin stare at you like they have just seen a ghost.

“I-I never drugged you!” He stuttered. “Are you sure your brain is working?” He laughs.

“There's no way I'd sleep for 12+ hours without you slipping something into my water. I knew it tasted funny!” You yell.

“You mother fucker!” Felix yells, lunging for San. Hyunjin grabs onto him, holding him back. He knows it won't do anyone any good for them to fight, especially you. As angry as he was right now, he knew he needed to do what was best for you and Felix getting into a fight with San would surely not be good for your recovery.

“If I see you out, you better watch your fucking back. I'm sick of you and your shit with Y/N. I swear to god if you touch her again ill fucking kill you.” Felix screams as Hyunjin pulls him outside, with you following closely behind.

Felix pulls himself out of Hyunjin’s grip, walking a little down the short walkway, taking deep breaths to try and calm down.

“I'm sorry.” you whisper. Felix turns around, he looks confused. Hyunjin stares at you in disbelief.

“Sorry for what?” Felix asks, walking closer to you.

“for everything. For believing San over you guys, for coming here, for just everything that I put you through the last little bit.” You cry.

“Listen to me.” Hyunjin starts. “You didn't put us through anything. HE put you and us through hell for his own sick enjoyment.” Hyunjin tells you. You can hear it in his voice how angry and upset he is at the moment.

“Never apologize for this. This wasn't you at all.” Felix chimes in. “So don't feel guilty, don't be upset and don't ever think we're mad at you for any of this.” He finishes.

The three of you walk to the car, Felix opening the passenger door for you before climbing in the back while Hyunjin takes the driver's seat.

“Now.” He starts. “We can go to the house or your apartment, which one do you want?”

“My apartment please.” You breathe. “I begged San to take me there but he wouldn't. I just want to be home.” You say. Hyunjin smiles as he starts to drive in the direction of your place. They were so fucking happy that you had come back to them, but they couldn't help but wonder how long they would have you for before something went wrong, because in their life, something always went wrong.

“Ah, my bed!” You squeal as you lay down gently in your bed, making sure not to hit the still tender wound on the back of your head.

“Are you hungry? Thirsty? Is there anything we can get you? Do you want us to stay? Go?” Felix asks. He really hoped you would ask them to stay.

“Please stay. I don't wanna be without you guys.” You smile. “I know we're really just starting out this relationship and already so many things have happened..” you pause. “So if you want out, tell me now.” You finish, holding your breath.

They both look confused again.

“Out?” Hyunjin asks.

“Why would we want out?” Felix asks.

“Because. Like I said. So much has happened.” You mutter.

“I've waited years for you baby, I'm not going anywhere unless I'm 6 feet in the ground.” Felix says.

“Yeah, you wanna get rid of me love, you're gonna have to kill me.” Hyunjin winks.

How did you end up so fucking lucky? You usually weren't the one to have the happy ending but maybe now things are finally changing for you?

You get under the covers in your bed, patting either side for the boys. They crawl in with you, snuggling up to you. You can't help but fall asleep so quickly, feeling so safe and loved right now. Over the next week you spent almost all your time in bed with Felix and Hyunjin waiting on you hand and foot. By the end of the week you felt back at 10p% and you were so grateful for them. As the three of you went to bed that night, you had a plan for the next day and you hoped they would be on board.

You wake up in the morning, feeling refreshed and sweaty. You have Felix’s arm draped around you with Hyunjin’s leg pinning you down. Your head was kinda sore but not as bad as it had been. You were finally feeling more yourself but you knew you needed to take some advil or something to alleviate the soreness you were in. You felt normal again and you loved it.

“Felix.” you groan, poking up. “Hyunjin. Move. My head is sore. I need something.” You say. Both men shoot up in bed, scrambling out and each running in a different direction to find you something. Minutes later Felix comes back with medicine while Hyunjin appears with some water.

“Perfect.” You smile, taking the pills and water. “Thank you. But you know you really didn't need to rush. It's just a small headache.” You giggle.

Felix looks at his phone, then looks back at you. “The guys want to see you.. I guess Chan is really beating himself up about this.” He sighs. You crawl out of bed, looking for some clothes.

“Well let's go then.” You say, grabbing an outfit to change into.

An hour later you're sitting outside the house. “Are you sure you're up for it?” Hyunjin asks.

“Definitely.” You smile. You wanted your normal life back and you needed them to stop treating you like you were a fragile glass doll. You were more resilient than they knew. The three of you walk up to the door. When the door opened, there stood 6 men with smiles on their faces to greet you.

“I'm so glad you're back, Y/N. Once you're up for it I want a beer chugging rematch.” Han laughs, wrapping his arms around you.

“You wanna lose again?” You giggle, moving on to Changbin who squeezes you tightly.

Seungmin and Lee Know both give you a quick hug, murmuring something you didn't quite catch, while Jeongin pulls you in tightly as well. You walk over to Chan, who's standing a little ways back from the group, his head hangs low as you approach him.

“I should have told the cops it was San..Y/N I'm so sorry for this whole thing. It's my fault.. I should have..” he continues to say, but you cut him off.

“Chan, stop it. You couldn't have known how things were going to turn out. I was fine and then I wasn't but I'm okay now. And I hope you know I'm not mad at you and I don't hold any of your decisions against you.” You say. You open your arms, pulling the sad man into you. He wraps his arms around you tightly, sniffling into your shoulder.

“Alright, alright.” Felix says, pulling you away from Chan. “She needs to rest now, go on.” He says, shooing the man away.

“Lix, I'm fine.” You smile. He looks at you like he's going to melt.

“Lix, huh?” He grins. “I like it.”

“Do you?” You say, matching his grin. You lean in closer to him, your lips brushing against his ear. “My Lixxie.” You whisper.

“Oh baby.” He groans, his deep sultry voice coming out to play. “You're just asking for it, aren't you?”

You turn your head, smirking as you look at Hyunjin. “You think I'm asking for it Jin?” You wink. He chuckles as he walks towards the two of you. “Mhmm, Jin? I don't know.” He sighs.

“How about Jinnie?” You whisper.

“I could get used to that.” He grins.

You lean in, your lips so close to touching before Chan pipes up.

“ Sorry to interrupt boys but we've got business to take care of.” He says, looking at Hyunjin and Felix.

“A race?” You question, looking between the two men.

Hyunjin and Felix both glance at each other before Hyunjin sighs. “Yeah there's a race tonight. But we have some things to take care of beforehand.” He says, looking at Felix.

“Stay here. We'll be back as soon as we can, okay?” Felix smiles.

No. You didn't want to stay. You were better, you wanted to go.

“I'm coming.” You say. You flashback to the last time you went and what happened. But you couldn't be afraid forever.

Felix and Hyunjin knew that they couldn't control you and if you said you felt ready then you were ready. They just hated the fact that they couldn't protect you while they raced.

“Fine. But while we race you need to stay with Chan and Changbin, okay? San will likely be there.” Hyunjin sighs.

You nod your head, excited to be able to see them race again. You stayed at the house while they went out and did whatever they needed to do before the rave, when they were done they swung by the house and picked an excited you up and headed out.

The crowd was larger than you remembered. There were more people racing this time and the spot was a lot bigger. You felt sure that with this many people in this big of a place you wouldn't see San.

“Who's racing now?” You ask Felix as the two of you sit on the bed of someone's truck, watching the tires spin and burn while the flag drops and the cars peel off.

“That would be Got7 in the blue car, I think it's Jinyoung driving. And then it's Lucas from NCT in the yellow one.” Felix says, sliding his arm around your shoulder.

Hyunjin walks over to the two of you, hopping up onto the truck beside you, resting his hand on your thigh.

“We're up next. We race against whoever wins this one.” He says. You were nervous, you always felt nervous when they were racing. The chance that there was an accident was really high with how fast they go.

The three of you walked hand in hand towards their group, Got7 had won so they were racing against Jinyoung.

“Be safe.” You sigh, giving both of them a kiss. You link your arm with Chan's as you watch them both walk away. Your eyes scan the crowd, looking at all the people here who were watching, and your eyes landed on someone familiar.

San.

Your body tenses up so much that Chan notices. He looks where you were looking, your eyes locked in with San's.

“It's okay Y/N.” Chan says, rubbing your arm. “We're not going to let anything happen to you.” He smiles. Felix and Hyunjin peel off, the race starts. You knew San was going to be here but it still affected you and you really hadn't thought it would have.

A few minutes later you notice the rest of the guys standing in a half circle, talking to someone. Chan glances over and immediately a grin plastered across his face. “I'll be right back.” He says, pulling his arm from yours and walking over to the others. You stand there alone, peeking over to see a very beautiful girl that they were all talking to. You had no idea who she was but they were all clearly smitten with her. You looked through the crowd again, but didn't see San anymore. You started to calm down a little bit now, feeling like maybe he had left.

Until you feel someone grab your wrist and try to pull you. You look over, seeing San with your wrist in his hand, pulling you towards him.

“Come with me please.” San says, pulling a little harder.

“No. Let go of me.” You say, trying to yank your wrist from his grasp.

“Y/N stop, I just wanna talk.” He says. He starts walking towards the trees, dragging you with him. You turn your head.

“Chan!” You yell. He doesn't hear you. “Chan!” You scream a little louder. He puts up a finger, “just a second, Y/N.” He yells, not even turning around. You didn't have a second.

“I just want to explain!” San grunts. You're getting too close to the trees. Panic sets in. What did you do?

Scream. Scream Y/N.

You let out a loud, ear shattering scream. Chan and the rest of the guys all turn around, looking for you in horror. Chan sees you, San's hand covering your mouth as he drags you into the trees. He, Changbin and Lee Know run towards you, luckily grabbing you before San could get too deep. By the time they reach you, the race is over. Felix and Hyunjin had won, but instead of staying in the car to wait for the next race, they bolted towards the commotion they saw happening with you. They reach you just as Chan pulls you away from San.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” Chan yells.

“I just wanted to talk to her!” San yells, defending himself.

“You okay, baby?” Felix asks, giving you a once over.

“How did this happen?” Hyunjin yells. “I thought you were keeping an eye on her!?”

“I was! I was talking to Jennie.. just for a minute.” Chan says.

“I yelled for you! You told me just a second!” You breathe.

Chan hangs his head. “I'm sorry, Y/N. I really didn't think he would try anything.”

“Hyunjin, you go race, I'll stay with Y/N.” Felix says, wrapping his arm around you, taking you away from the group. He had never been more angry at his leader than he was at this moment. The two of you sit there, your head resting on Felix's shoulder. You watched Hyunjin in the car waiting for the race to start. He looks over at you, blowing you a kiss. You grin as you blow one back to him. Felix takes his finger, placing it under your chin, turning your face towards his. He smiles at you before leaning in, placing a tender kiss on your lips. You feel like you're going to melt with the way his lips feel on yours.

He breaks the kiss as he hears the crowd screaming, Hyunjin was racing San. You could feel your anxiety in the pit of your stomach. If San did anything or tried anything, you swore you would kill him.

Hyunjin takes off, you watch as he speeds off leaving San in the dust. You watch intensely where the cars come around the bend for the finish line. You were desperate to see Hyunjin come first. After minutes of waiting, you see him. San closely behind him. Hyunjin switches gears, The car takes off even faster, crossing the finish line well before San. The crowd erupts in cheers. You get off the truck, running towards Hyunjin. You push through the crowd of people and he grabs you, picking you up in a hug, spinning you around. He sets you down, kissing you passionately before the guys come over to celebrate.

“We're going to the club tonight!” Chan yells. “Time to celebrate!” Everyone cheers. You turn around, seeing a defeated San walk towards his group. You almost felt bad for him. Almost.

Later that night, you were dressed and ready to head to the club. You were so excited to go and dance with your boys, drink, let loose and have a great time.

“Ready?” Felix asks as he walks into the room.

“Ready.” You smile, walking towards him. He lets out a whistle as he grabs your hand to twirl you around.

“Wow.” He gasps. “Hyunjin.” He yells. “Come here.”

Hyunjin walks into the room wearing a black dress shirt tucked into his black pants, same as Felix and they both looked so fucking good.

“Jesus.” Hyunjin grins. “So sexy.”

You can feel the blush creep across your face as you giggle at the compliments. “Let's go, you two.” You say, grabbing both their hands to drag them out of the room.

“You sure?” Felix asks as you tug him along. “We could just stay home? There's a few things I can think of to do.” He smirks.

“Yeah, it would be a lot more fun.” Hyunjin agrees.

“We're going to celebrate you two. Shush.” You giggle.

The club is packed. You walk in feeling the bass pound through the floors, the smell of sex and sweat fills the air. The three of you make your way to the bar, ordering a few different shots. This felt nice, being out. It felt normal which you loved. After some shots you three made your way to the dance floor. Hyunjin behind you, Felix in front. You hadn't drank in so long that it didn't take very long for the booze to kick in. You stuck out your ass, grinding it onto Hyunjins crotch while Felix was between your legs, his body pressed up against yours. The whole thing was extremely hot, and it made you even hornier than you were to begin with. the feeling of both their hands roaming your body, Hyunjin's breath on the back of your neck, Felix's breath on your ear. You'd let them fuck you right there.

After an hour of dancing, you excused yourself to the bathroom. You could feel your pussy was dripping wet for them and you couldn't wait to get home tonight. You come out of the bathroom, searching for Felix and Hyunjin. You look around and finally see them standing side by side talking to the same girl that had been at the races. You could see her laughing, throwing her head back as she touched both their arms. That pissed you off. You make your way to the bar, sitting on a stool, ordering a drink. You barely notice the man sitting beside you. The bartender sets a drink and a shot beside you. You grab the shot, turning around in your seat to watch your boyfriends with Jennie. You wondered how long it would take for them to notice you hadn't come back yet or if at all. Maybe they were so immersed in the conversation with Jennie they completely forgot they had a girlfriend. You take your shot, setting it down on the bar before grabbing your drink and turning back around again. You're sipping on your drink. And sipping. And sipping. Until you're done and they still haven't noticed. You turn around, ordering another shot and another drink, turning back again to watch them.

You take your shot and before you can turn to grab your drink, there's a man standing in front of you.

“Hello.” He smiles.

“Hi.” You say back staying straight faced.

“Are you here alone?” He asks.

“No.” You deadpan, looking around him to see Hyunjin and Felix.

“I'm talking to you.” He laughs, moving in front of your view.

“And I'm not interested.” You snap, looking up at him.

“Woah, calm down.” He laughs. “Let me buy you a drink?”

“I have a drink.” You sigh.

“Wanna dance?” He asks.

“No.” You say. “Go away please.”

“Ah, just come dance.” He laughs again, grabbing your wrist.

“Bro.” The guy next to you snaps. “She's not fucking interested. Move along.”

“Okay, bro. Is she your girlfriend?” The man asks.

“Doesn't matter if she is or not. She doesn't want to dance, she doesn't want a drink, move the fuck on.” He says, removing his hand from your wrist. The guy scoffs before leaving you alone finally.

“Thank you.” You say looking over at the man who helped you. You squint your eyes, looking a little closer. “Jinyoung?” You ask.

“Yeah?” He responds, looking at you funny.

“You were at the races.” You say. “You raced against Hyunjin and Felix.”

“Yeah I did. Oh! You're their girlfriend. That's right. I remember you.” He says.

“Thank you again for helping me. I appreciate it.” You smile.

“It's no problem. Where are those two anyways?” He asks.

You nod your head in their direction. They were still talking to Jennie and you were fucking annoyed.

“Ah.”

“I've been waiting to see how long it takes for them to notice I haven't come back from the bathroom. And this is embarrassing.” You sigh.

“That sucks. She's such a fucking cunt too.” He laughs. “She puts on a good show of being nice and flirty.”

“I don't want to be jealous. But I am. Cunt or not, they haven't even turned their heads to even peek for me. I'd love to make them jealous.” You laugh.

“Do you wanna dance?” Jinyoung asks. “I'm all for helping out.”

You grin at him as you nod your head. Maybe they won't forget about you to flirt with someone else next time. Jinyoung grabs your hand, pulling you towards the dance floor as you quickly chug your drink. He pulls you past Felix and Hyunjin, you turn your drunk head to smile at them, sticking your tongue out as you get to the front of the dance floor with Jinyoung. In their line of vision perfectly. He places his hands on your waist as you dance with him, moving your hips seductively. You can see the instant anger plastered across both their faces. You weren't sure if it was because you were dancing with another man, or because that man was Jinyoung. You continue to dance, giggling as you stick up your middle finger to them both, making them both slightly laugh. They walk away from Jennie, who turns to watch them, looking offended that they just left in the middle of a conversation.

“Y/N.” Felix says, using his deep voice.

“What?” You ask, still dancing.

“What are you doing?” He asks.

“Dancing.”

“Why are you dancing with another man?” Hyunjin asks.

“Why are you two flirting with Jennie?” You ask, now glaring at them both. “I've been out of the bathroom for 45 minutes, watching you two, neither of you wondered where I was?” You scoff.

“Baby..” Felix starts.

“Don't baby me.” You scoff. “Jinyoung here saved me when some creepy man was trying to force me to dance with him. Where were you two?” You slur.

You turn around facing Jinyoung who had been silent the whole time you'd been talking to them. You keep dancing, only for a second before Hyunjin pulls you away from Jinyoung. You turn to look at him, mouthing a ‘thank you’ as you giggle at the angry men guiding you away. He just laughs.

“I don't need help.” You say, pulling your hands away from them.

“I didn't like that.” Felix says as the three of you get outside. “Seeing you with him.”

“I could have beat the shit out of him.” Hyunjin says.

You say nothing, you just keep walking, both men behind you. You can hear them whispering but you can't hear what they're whispering about. Until you're grabbed, and dragged into an alley. You're pinned against the wall as an angry Hyunjin and Felix stare at you.

“Did you like it?” Hyunjin asks. “the feeling of his hands all over your body.”

“Did you feel his cock on your ass as you grinded with him?” Felix asks.

“Yes and yes.” You say, smirking. You wanted to rile them up. You loved it when they were jealous. You push them out of the way, continuing to stumble your way back to the house. You looked down and then back up, and Felix stood in front of you. He swiftly picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder. He walks the opposite way you were and sets you down inside a car.

You had forgotten they drove here. Felix slides in the backseat with you. You lay on your back, propping yourself up with your elbows as Felix lays semi on top of you. Hyunjin races to the house.

“I don't ever want to see another guy's hands on you ever again.” He whispers in your ear. Hyunjin pulls up to the house in record time, helping you out of the car as Felix gets out on the other side. Hyunjin pins you against the car.

“You're gonna be in big trouble if you ever do that again.” He says, placing kisses down your neck.

“Am I not in trouble now?” You gasp.

“Oh you are.” Felix smirks.

“Well so are you guys.” You say, walking towards the house.

Once you're inside, Felix slams the front door shut. The house is quiet. Everyone else is still out. You slide off your shoes, walking towards the kitchen. Felix grabs you, turning you around, pressing you against the wall. He smashes his lips to yours, kissing you harshly as he pulls up your dress. Hyunjin comes over to the two of you, peppering kisses over your neck as Felix pulls down your panties.

“After tonight, you're not going to want any other man to touch you.” Felix grunts.

This is what you had desperate been waiting for, and you couldn't fucking wait.

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darkwolf989 · 3 days

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I saw your dad vox things and they're great! Could I request fem!reader and Valentino as her dad. Reader tells him she has a gf ( val thought she was straight) and how he would react. Thanksss♡

I actually have two requests for this! @absolut3lyn0t this one is for you too!

I took a deep breath as I stood outside of my fathers studio. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I thought about the conversation I needed to have with him. Fear knotted in my stomach, and nausea flowed through me. I wished beyond all belief that I could skip through time and be done with this discussion,or better yet, keep it to myself for just a little while longer. But the dance was two days away and my Papi would find out one way or another. Better to have him be upset privately than to hurt my girlfriend's feelings.

Girlfriend. The word itself sent butterflies coursing through my tummy. At seventeen I had of course been out on dates. All with guys. All who had come face to face with my father before I was even allowed out the door. But she, she was different. We shared our first kiss at a sleepover a month ago, and our relationship sealed itself in passed notes and secret kisses out of the sight of my Uncle Vox’s thousand cameras. Thankfully, my father thought she was a friend and had no issue with me going out to the mall or to sleepovers, or dinner with a friend. As long as I had my tracker on my wrist, I had a specific degree of freedom. After all, my Uncle Vox had eyes everywhere- there was no real use for a bodyguard.

When I told my father about the dance, he asked instantly who would be picking me up. I kept it as vague as I could, and told him I hadn’t decided yet. He chuckled, ruffled my hair and told me he couldn’t wait to meet the young man who would be escorting me. The thought that I liked girls had never been a discussion, or even a consideration for my father. Now with only days to go, and my girlfriend planning on picking me up before the dance, I knew I needed to tell my dad the truth.

I like girls, Dad, the thought played over and over in my head. Dad, I like girls.

I tried not to think about how he might react, but the fear still knotted in my stomach. What if he was angry? What if he didn’t accept me? Or worse, even, what if he kicked me out, called me a disappointment and refused to ever acknowledge me as his daughter again?

The elevator door opened and my father looked over from his director's chair. The stage was empty, which meant I had caught him at a good time- between shoots, not in the middle.

“Ah, pequeño amor, what are you doing here?” Valentino asked as he stood up. “Bebita, I know you’re technically old enough, but I really don’t want you in here.”

“Daddy? Can I talk to you in your office? It’s about the dance.” I said as he came over to me, his red robe sweeping behind him. “Do you have a minute?”

“For you, bebita? I have many minutes. Come, come.” He planted a kiss on my forehead and led me to his office.

The door closed behind us and I crossed my arms uncertainly. My father’s expression softened as soon as the door closed and he planted another kiss on my forehead before running his hand down my check, pausing and holding my chin so I looked at him.

“What’s the matter, cariño?” Valentino asked gently. “You look sad, niñita. Did your boyfriend bow out of the dance?” His eyes began to glow red, “did he hurt you?”

“Papi, that’s sort of what I need to talk to you about, there is no he.”

Valentino stared at me and released my chin. “What do you mean, bebita?”

“I mean he is a she,” I replied, looking down. “I have a girlfriend, Dad. Not a boyfriend. And I really like her.”

He blinked. “Oh. Alright then. Sorry, did she bow out on you? Did she hurt you?” The palm of his hand found my chin again and tilted my head up to meet his eyes. “Bebita, why are you crying?” He released my face and folded me into his arms. “Shussh, niñita. Papi is here. Who does Papi need to kill?” His hand gently stroked my hair, “just give me a name, pequeño amor. Papi will take care of the rest.”

“No, Daddy, I…she didn’t hurt me, I love her I just…she’s a her,” I replied, my voice muffled by his jacket.

“Bebita. I understand what lesbianism is.”

I sniffled. “You’re not mad?”

I felt his grip on me tighten. “ Is that what this is about?” He pushed me out from his chest and held me by my shoulders, his eyes meeting mine. “No, ninita. I’m not. I’m the overlord of lust and depravity- there is nothing you can tell me that I haven’t seen. You love who you love, and no matter who you love…” He planted a kiss on my forehead. “Doesn’t make me love you any less. You’ll always be Daddy’s little girl.”

Out in the studio, the bell that called his workers back to the stage rang out. He released me, and I could feel his gaze as he studied me.

“Are you okay, bebita?”

I nodded but wrapped myself back into him. He again put his his arms around me and stroked my hair. All the fears, the stress, the anxiety of having to tell him came flooding out.

“Sweetheart, hey, bebia. Papá está aquí. Daddy is here. Shussh. It’s okay. I’m not mad, I promise. Come now, dry your tears.”

I continued to sob and he sighed and held me out by my shoulders.

“I need you to breathe, and I need you to think, ninita. Have I ever once indicated that I would love you any less? For anything?”

I shook my head no. He folded me back into his arms.

“Then why, bebita, is this any different?” You’re still my bebe niña. My little girl. So enough with the tears,” he used the sleeve of his jacket to dab at my face. “Bebita, what can I do to prove to you I love you? Talk to Papi.”

“You promise you’re not mad?” I asked as the tears slowed. I put my head on his chest and felt him sigh.

“I promise I am not mad, Bebita.” He squeezed me tighter. “How about this? You sit in here and do your homework and I’ll go back to work. When I’m finished we can go out to dinner and you can tell me all about her, okay conejito?”

His little bunny. I smiled at my childhood nickname and nodded. “Sounds good, Papi.”

“Good. Now do your homework, I’ll let Uncle Vox know I’m checking it tonight. So do your best work.” He gave me a gentle nudge towards his desk. “And stay out of the bottom left drawer.”

As I settled down in his oversized chair, I married my pencil across the paper. Relief and excitement washed over me. It had been forever since we had spent time together. I couldn’t wait to tell him all about her.

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fruitckes · 1 day

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hiiii i just read both of ur madi fics and they're so cute <3 !! would u be comfortable writing smut abt her? maybe smth along the lines of it being their first time together and it's fluffy and cute too ? :)

𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑹 𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑹𝒀 𓈒 gamer!madi filipowicz x poc!fem!reader ꣑୧

𝜗ϱ i want you off my mind and on me

holding me closer than ever then before.

𝒇𝒂nfiction 𝒔𝒖mmary ; madi was streaming with the sturniolo triplets into you came in and started teasing her while she was in stream.

𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒓ating & 𝒘arnings ; fluff and smut, madi & reader are in a relationship, y/n is used like one time, fem!receiving, eating out, dom!reader, sub!madi, pet names (baby, princess,) , squirting, praising, lowercase intended, really fuckin short but ill give u guys a longer fanfiction chat.

⛸️﹒𝒂uthor's 𝒋ournal ; i really hope i did ur request JUSTICEEE also IM BACKKK CHAT but this is so short im so sorry but ill write a long matt fanfic i SWEARRR ఌ︎ ﹒˃̵ᴗ˂̵

— MADI'S HOUSE: you knew that madi was streaming right now i mean you were on your phone scrolling on tiktok watching her get upset at the littlest things, well maybe little to you but not to madi. but as we were talking about it you were incredibly horny right now you were surprised madi hadn't saw you squeezing ur thighs every five seconds.

“im gonna get a drink” you spoke as you then got up from madi's bed, she mumbling a ”m'okay” as her eyes were stuck on the computer screen and you went to the kitchen bored and horny out of your mind. you poured yourself a glass of orange juice and took tiny sips trying to think of anything else other than madi, you never had sex you've known that but you did know somewhat of the concept. i mean who didn't, besides from horny teenagers.

you took another sip from the glass and another then another to the point where the glass was empty and you put the glass in the sink. you messed with the strings of your shorts as you had the need to go to the restroom and you walked over to the door to the bathroom and did whatever business you needed to do. after a few minutes you washed your hands and went back to madi's room

at this point you were just going to go all for it you were going to have sex with madi, i mean you've never done this but maybe just maybe it'll be like one of those valentines first time. yeah right, you then went back to the room and flopped on the bed trying to keep your eyes away from madi cause what if she wasn't ready for it? what if she freaks out and doesn't speak to you? it was a whole bunch of overthinking

you just went all for it and got up from the bed and put your hands on madi's shoulders which were really stiff and she realized this at that moment when you started to put your hands on her shoulders, she muted herself and took off her headphones following with ”what's up?”

“oh nothing baby,” you spoke in a soft tone and madi softly nodded before fixing her hair and putting her headphones back on. you then went under her desk and put ur hands where her zipper was on her pants and she put her hands on yours. she muted herself and started to speak with a soft tone.

”um i actually never done this before.” which made you actually smile a bit “it's okay ive never done this before too just tell me when it's to much.” madi's head turned to the computer where she was streaming and unmuted herself following with a “hey im gonna log off, im really tired.” and mainly nick was the dramatic one of being disappointed of her logging off but they said their goodnights and she turned off the computer.

”i actually don't want ur first time to be under a desk,” you laughed then got out from from under the desk and went over to the bed which madi followed you as she stood by the corner of the bed madi started unzipping her jeans and took off her pants as well with her panties. you starting to take off your spongebob shorts as well as your tank top whenever she got on the bed and laid back then your hands traveled up to her soft cold thighs which made her scrunch her nose a bit from the cold sensation.

you took off her shirt leaving her in her black colored bra and you looked at her ”you're so beautiful” which made her cheeks flush ”shut up” she giggled a bit then you unclasped her bra leaving her completely bare. madi nodded at you which made you start to suck on her left boob your tongue flicking her nipple with each lick and suck you were doing. switching to her other boob doing the same thing and madi's soft moans echoing the room with how you were carefully taking care of her, after a while your mouth made a pop sound after you stopped sucking.

then following with you going down and starting to suck on her clit as your cold ringed hands went up and down on her thighs which made her head tilt back and make a soft moan come out of her mouth, you kept on sucking but started to suck at a fast pace and made madi grip onto her sheets, whimpering as you did so. the sounds she was making was making you squeeze your thighs together and you stopped gripping madi's thighs and you started fingering yourself, taking one finger inside your pussy then another and another.

”oh fuck! oh fuck!!” madi's gripped the sheets tighter as your moans were vibrating through madi's pussy while you started to suck her clit and finger yourself faster you were easily making madi reach her orgasm and also yours. your nose pressing against her clit was the last straw to get her to cum, ”im gonna!, fuck fuck please.” her whimpering and plead's sounded so desperate you felt sorta bad for her. ”cum with me princess cmon you can do it.” you never done the dirty tall before but hey if she hates it then it'll be a one time thing. but you were certainly wrong madi's moans became louder and she kept moaning about how she was close you then bit your lip as you held back ur moans but that didn't do you any favors and you started to suck faster while your whimpers and moans were vibrating in her pussy which that was the last straw for madi and you and her both instantly came.

as her breathing was slowing down and she was finally calming down you pressed a finger into madi which made her yell out ”oh fuck!” and you started pumping two fingers inside of her while she kept on whimpering and moaning probably to loud for the neighbors but who cared at that moment. ”you're doing so good princess, c'mon.” you spoke as you inserted another finger into her and felt her clench which told you she was close. you kept on pumping those three fingers, until it turned into four fingers. “m'close m'close!” madi yelled out before madi covered her mouth and squirted everywhere.

you then looked at madi as you took ur fingers out of her and went to the bathroom to get toilet paper, wiping your hands and then grabbing another one. you went to madi and cleaned her off, looking up at those doe eyes she had. ”you okay?” you spoke with a soft tone since she was just recovering from that whole thing which made her smile and she nodded ”m'just tired.” you hummed in response and laid down next to her, grabbing the blankets and covering it the both of you guys.

madi then put her head on your chest as you played with her hair making her eyes slowly close with how your nails were digging into her scalp softly, ”soo how was it?” she hummed a small 'good' which you noticed from how sleepy madi was from that whole scenario. you kissed the top of her forehead and said goodnight before closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep.

⛸️﹒𝒂uthor's 𝒋ournal ; how do u end smut fanfictions im literally going insane rn also if i messed up KEEP THAT TO URSELF.

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SOFTLY DOMINATED

Paul had excpted my rule over our relationship long before we where married. When we first met in college he was a quiet boy who joined my study group. We became friends. He was cute. But very quiet, kinda short just not the type of guy I was attracted too. It was obvious that he wanted more from me. I didn't lead him on actually the opposite. I was clear I had no interest in him sexually. He became a confident. I found myself telling him about my boyfriends even my sex life.

One night after a especially bad break up and way to much alcohol I called Paul. He came out at 2 am and drove me home. In my drunken state I kissed him. More then that I threw myself at him. He got me home undressed me and tucked me into bed. He slept on the couch to make sure I was. Okay. In the morning we'll afternoon almost he made me food and took care of me. I teased him about him undressing me. This only made him apologize and blush.

"Paul truthfully, have you ever been with anyone" I asked him. He always seemed to change the subject when anyone asked him about personal relationships. But this time he looked at me.

"No" he told me. I pulled him into bed with me. I seduced him. I let him explore my body. He was hesitant at first but I pushed him. He was gentle and loving kissing every inch of my body. He made me cum with his tounge as he softly sucked my clit. We made love I took top guiding him. He took great lengths to hold out from cumming. Trying to bring me pleasure. We had not used a condom so when he could not hold back any further. He pulled out and finished on the sheets.

"OH sorry I made a mess" he said softly. I held him and giggled to myself. As I went to use the bathroom he got up and changed the sheets. "Such a good boy" I smiled

After that Paul was the most thoughtful boyfriend I had ever had. I had meant it to be that one time. Take his virginity thing but it just grew to more. It was different though. He waited till I initiated sex. He never even asked. I never once sucked his dick. Not liking it. But had done it for every single guy I had ever been with. Paul left things to me. Where, when, and what we did on dates. Often doing simple things just to show he loved me. I would come back to my shared appartment and find he cleaned it, or did my laundry. Expecting nothing more then a kind word.

There was somethings missing. I found myself wanting to taken. Paul just didn't seem willing or capable of it. This led to me cheating on him. Which he quickly forgave twice. Telling me he understood.

Six months later I asked him to marry me. He said yes. We where married 6 months after we graduated. I had landed a great job and we moved across the country away from his family. But he didn't even hesitate. He encouraged me to succeed. Even putting his own dreams on hold while I did. We where happy, but our sex life well was in a rut. Till one night I came ho,e and noticed he was wearing one of my vintage tees.

"Wearing my clothes now?" I joked. He looked down not sure he even realized it. He then smelled it.

"Smells like you" he joked. The shirt was also stretched like he had breasts. I grabbed him and kissed him.

"Well since you already are the girl in the relationship" joking since he was also wearing pink rubber gloves as he washed the dishes. I rubbed his nipples. He just let me di as ii pleased. I had his pants off bit left my shirt on him. I layed on my back and had him mount me in a squat position I knew it probably wasn't the most comfortable position with his dick pointing backwards. But I liked how he rode me. As if in a cowgirl position. Now Paul almost never came inside me, because I had told him what a mess it made inside me once. But in this position if he pulled out he would most likely cum on my chest. Something he had never done. I rubbed and pinched his nipples as he rode me.

As he got close I could see him trying to work it out.

"Go ahead cum in me baby" I cooed. He pumped his load inside me. As he pulled out.

"Ah grab a towel" I said he panicked he was not prepared. He got flustered and then suddenly just stuck his head between my legs and licked up our combined fluids. " you are such a good boy" i assured him as I played with his hair as he continued to please me with his tounge. Not stopping until I had cum.

I pulled him to me we laid on the kitchen floor holding each other.

"Jen, I um" he started.

"Shh it's okay it was really hot" I assured him.

"I know you cheated on me again" he said softly. "Two weeks ago. I tasted him in you" he continued. I was surprised I had but it had been hours I didn't think there would still be trace of him.

"Paul I am sorry, I love you" I said. Kissing him.

"I know, and if you need more It would be okay. Just don't lie to me" he was almost in tears. I held him. We eventually got up and cleaned uo order Chinese and ate it watching a romantic comedy. As we cuddled on the couch.

"Paul, would you like to explore more things like today" I asked

"I don't know what you mean" Paul said softly.

"Would you like to explore more submissive role. You know in bed" I explained. He just looked at me.

"You wore my shirt, would you like to wear more of my things?" I asked.

"Would you want me too?" He asked.

"Could be fun" I smiled. I jumped up and led him to the bedroom. I pulled out a pair of my panties. "Let's see how they fit" I laughed. He stripped and let me help him slide my panties on. I kissed him and pushed him back on the bed. I teased him and ran my hands over his ass. I stopped and rushed to the closet pulling out the box I kept my vibrator in. I returned to bed. Paul was blushing as he saw the box.

"You know what's in here?" I asked

"Yes" he said unable to look at me. I pulled out a toy and held it against his cock turning it on. Making him jump. I continued to tease him with it holding against his asshole he moaned and bucked.

"Someone likes that" I teased he was so red it was funny. I applied lube to the toy and and worked it into his hole. He moaned and came all over himself almost immediately. I was shocked as much as he was embarrassed.

After that night Paul became even more passive. Never even offering a counter opinion of me unless I asked.

"Do you play with yourself?" I asked Paul one night.

"Sometimes" he said unable to look at me.

"I like it if you wouldn't do that anymore" I told him. He just nodded.

"I tell you when I have sex without you, so from now on you will tell me when you do." I told him. Making the motion of him jerking off. I found myself finding a stud to just fuck me about every two months. Paul excepted this and would give me a long hot bath. As if washing him off of me. He often would wear my clothes when this happened as well. He didn't want to be a girl. Often wearing one of my shirts and my shorts or jeans. Telling me it made him feel closer to me.

He was so embarrassed by it I found myself having him wear my clothes out if he upset me for any reason. This led almost everytime to me playing with his ass, ( I even bought a strapon) and feeding him his cum in some way. He loved this but also saw it as a punishment because it embarrassed him so much.

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foolsocracy · 2 days

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Hi, hello, I’m new to your blog. I’ve made myself at home. Lovely carpet.

Can I please know more about your spider Robbie pie? Can’t seem to find the silverware.

but of course, kind anon

Spider Robbie is an au in which Robbie Robertson takes up the spider mantle after the death of the one before him. He is the third, following Ben Urich and, most notably, Peter Parker.

This au is very much canon divergence from Eyes Without a Face, where Peter makes it in time to save Robbie from his original fate but dies in the process. Peter is shot while rushing Robbie and the others out. In his panic and elation at finding Robbie physically unharmed, Peter outs himself as the Spider Man to his best friend. Robbie stays with him as he bleeds out and resolves to continue to hide Peter's identity.

Peter is buried and remains that way for... an undetermined amount of time.

Robbie is left with a mask, a jacket, and the question of just who was this other half of his friend. As he learns more of who this... Spider Man was, he gets more and more involved in the spider's cases and conflicts. Robbie gets more sure of his own abilities and makes a bit of a name for the Spider Man within his own community, though the people of Harlem are largely unaware that the appearances of a masked vigilante match the interests of one Robbie Robertson.

It is to be noted that none of these aforementioned abilities are spider-god-induced powers like Peter's. Robbie, especially at the beginning of his spidering career, leans more into Urich's role than Parker's. To me, Robbie has been passionate about the press and journalism in a way that Peter never was. For Pete, his job as a photographer and reporter was a job he took until he could get into college and study science. Robbie has a way with words and communication that Peter frankly lacks. Of course, that isn't to say that Robbie won't be kicking ass, because he will. It will just take him a bit of time to get some of those skills as he's, well, a normal guy. Not everyone can get their biology scrambled like Pete.

And just because Robbie hasn't been scrambled doesn't mean he's completely separate from all things supernatural either!

I think the marvel noir universe is at its best when there's a magical, supernatural undercurrent. This concept isn't super prevalent in the actual comics, but HoplesslyLost on ao3 has done some really cool world building with it.

I think in Robbie's case, where he would be the narrator, "magical realism" would be an interesting avenue to take it. I use this term in particular because I most closely relate it to Toni Morrison in my head, when I first learned about it through her work in high school. For Morrison, the concept was inseparable to blackness and I think for Robbie, where his blackness is so central to his character and his motivations, drawing on that could be more of a service to his character. It feels better to do that than ignore how incredibly racialized his society and story is. It will make his relationship with the spider god, Peter (who I will get to very very shortly), his community, and his own mythos as The Spider Man really interesting and complex.

So it's been established that Robbie doesn't have spider powers. And we all know that Peter did-- or should I say does. One of the spider god's abilities is to bring Peter back to life. She does this in the comics, but not in any of the runs from 2008-2010 (the runs that make up this au). When Peter dies on Ellis Island, he does not think he is coming back from that. Waking up again is a surprise.

Here's where I think the au really takes a left turn. Do I think the Spider God is purely evil and spiteful and has it out for Pete? No, not really. Will I be ramping said traits up to 11 for the au? Yeah, I guess I might. This is because I love a little bit of horror and the came back wrong trope. I will hopefully be fleshing the spider god out in the near future, but I really haven't given her the many hours of thought I have the other characters. For that I'm sorry spider god </3

Peter digs himself out of his grave, more spider than he ever has been. For much of his new, waking life he is more animalistic than not. There is clearly something wrong with him; his joints are too flexible and loose, he's got some eye-shine going on, his skin is pale and his veins are starkly dark beneath it. He's possessed. Someone is puppeteering him, someone who knows a lot-- almost everything about him, but it's clear that the someone isn't him.

And Peter--- the body, it can't be Peter. At least, that's what Robbie thinks when the figure catches his eye the first time. Because Peter is dead and buried, and he has been dead and buried for weeks.

#WOAH this is long #while still not saying much... mweh heh heh #other notes that i don't know how to add in w/out derailing the main vague explanation of the au:#the trio shifts from Peter & Robbie & MJ to Robbie & MJ & Gloria #robbie and his girl gang #and u all know me for my robbienoir shipping well.... Peter's romantic feelings for Robbie are a major point of some parts of this au #get possessed gay boy #Toni Morrison might be a bit out of left field here but I love her work so much and I actually listen to her interviews #to get a grasp on how I want robbie's language to flow. I am NOT eloquent but she has such a way w words when she just SPEAKS #her and the rapper Milo lol #i should give this a read through but im not. ill see all my mistakes tomorrow LOL #spider robbie au #spider noir #my art #peter benjamin parker #robbie robertson #ben urich #asks #anon #thanks for the ask!!!#hope you find your utensils alright

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Better than me - Charles Leclerc x Reader P9

Plot: You are a rookie in your first f1 season, adding to the ever-growing amount of Brits performing in the grid

Credit to countingstars-17 for the GIF

Once you'd woken up and were told you wouldn't be able to race until Silverstone you were devastated.

You cried and cried until your mum pulled up your team principle phoned you and explained their was no way they were replacing you yet. You still had your seat.

You were still in the hospital by the time Hungary had come around and were forced to watch it on your iPad being told of by the nurses every time you got to excited.

Lando, Charles and Alex all had done special helmets for you being close to you. And they'd actually all attempted to call you and visit you. They'd gotten a few fleeting texts from you but that was about general stuff but as far as they were told you were refusing to have visitors which upset them all.

By the time Monza came two weeks later, you were so down in the dumps and even though you were out the hospital you couldn't bring yourself to go to the paddock.

And because of the long distance travel you also didn't attend Montreal. You watched at home with your parents who were just as worried about your mental health as they were with your physical health.

When Physio started with your personal trainer you were so demotivated and cried to him almost every day. But he was there for you the whole time, and he really shouldn't have been as it was private between the two of you, but whenever he was called to Germany to the Audi HQ he would tell Alex how you were doing, which in turn led Alex to tell the grid what was going on.

Monaco was the first race you attended even though a lot of people were apprehensive with you coming because of your injuries. But it was Monaco and you felt ready to see everyone.

You walked through the paddock and all the fans were shocked to see you there.

Strangely they were all super respectful, not crowding or touching you in places that may hurt and didn't stick around for long. It was a nice feeling being back in the paddock but almost felt like something was missing. You weren't going to be on track or racing.

"Y/N?" a voice behind you calls that you know all to well.

"Lan?" you smile and open your arms slowly, he comes closer to you tears in his eyes as he looks over you.

"I- I'm sorry its all my fault" he cries looking over you before carefully wrapping his arms around you. He yaps some more about how it was his fault and how he shouldn't be racing today it should be you and you had to literally stop him from talking.

"Lan, its fine. I'm not upset. I'm glad you are okay. It happens in racing and hey I'll be back racing in Silverstone hopefully" you grinned and you guys spoke for a while until he was needed else where. He really didn't want to leave but you'd practically forced him too.

Then Alex and Lily came, demanding why you didn't let them come see you and why you'd been living under a rock all this time.

"I'm sorry guys, but I was just really down with not being able to do much and you know it was hard after the accident coming to terms with everything. I was embarrassed and didn't want to see anyone" you'd explained and Lily tried to look furious but turned to thankful yet worried older sister in seconds, pulling you into a light hug in order not to hurt you while Alex rubbed your shoulder.

You all had a really heartfelt moment that was caught by some media teams, Alex and Lily dragged you back to the Audi garage and made sure you had a comfortable seat, everyone was really happy to see you again and you ended up being bombarded with questions.

You spent some time with the reserve driver who was happy to be filling in for you but knew this wasn't a free seat to take as he knew you'd be back and he knew Audi would want you back.

And afterwards you spend time watching free practice. It was always fun in Monaco and it was supposed to be your first year as a driver here, you'd yet to drive the historic track and you knew 2027 might be better for you but ... you couldn't help but feel that sinking sensation in the pit of your stomach.

You had what Amy Santiago had FOMOAW - Fear of Missing Out at Work.

The day was ending up and you were taking a slow walk back to the car where you parents were waiting to take you back to the hotel. Walking was still a little difficult and painful but you knew the more you moved in little increments the quicker you'd be back to racing.

"Y/N?" some shouts from behind you but it seems shocked and more like a question. You stand still for a second, trying to correlate that voice and of course it was Charles Leclerc.

"Hello Charlie" you say softly.

The accident had put a lot into perspective for you. Silly pettiness from you would have potentially cost Charles ever being able to understand you had forgiven him, if things had taken a turn for the worst in the hospital. And in fact you'd forgiven him a very long time ago but you didn't want to show that in fear of getting hurt again.

"Oh my gosh, you are here!" he says carefully looking over at you.

"Yeah, I'm here" you smile looking at him. He looked a little rough, not a bad rough but like all his usual pristine self-care had depleted.

"Look , i need to say this before you run away or leave I need to get it off my chest!" he lets out in a breath and you cant help but giggle a little.

"I'm not going too-" you start but he steps closer to interrupt you.

"Please just let me ... i need to explain my, what i did it was not right and I am sorry. I - i shouldn't have believed stupid stupid whispers around the paddock, and I shouldn't have let Ferrari make a complaint against you. I really like you. You are an incredible driver and I think you are going to come so far in the sport... i mean you already have its amazing but ... fuck I'm getting of track. What I'm trying to say is I'm sorry and can we please start over again as friends and can you forgive me for all those cruel things i said" he asks looking over your expression which was one of concentration hanging off every word he was telling you.

"Charlie... look i forgave you a long time ago. I knew you didn't mean it, you were just heated with the races. Like we all are... and you know Ferrari wouldn't have listened to you on a matter like this... so i no longer hold a grudge for any of it. Okay?" you smile and he looks shocked.

"So I am forgiven?" he asks and you nod, moving closer and placing a kiss on his cheek.

"Forgiven ... IF" you start with a smirk making him frown and his puppy eyes come out in worry.

"You buy me dinner. I'm starving and I'm not racing right now so I'm craving a really greasy pizza or cheeseburger" you smile and he nods.

"I- I can do dinner" he smiles and you nod walking away with a big grin on your face.

Charles was in shock, to the point he remained there until Carlos found him just staring into the abyss and he told him all about what had just happened.

And for you, well ...

The world, despite you not racing, felt righted.

For now.

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FOR ALL THE PEOPLE GETTING MAD AT SKZ FOR NOT SPEAKING UP ON THE ISSUE:

(this was copied from a reply because i’m noticing A LOT of people don’t seem to understand what i’m understanding)

If JYPE is allowing skz to collab with a zionist i don’t think they are gonna allow skz to speak up against the matter.

We all know that skz have a lot of creative freedom within their music and production but at the end of the day they are still just another k-pop group in a toxic industry under a big company (one of the biggest in the industry). Any wrong move they make and they could pretty much lose their jobs. You guys are forgetting THEY DONT JUST HAVE COMPLETE FREE WILL. The still have schedules and bosses. People who run things and tell them what to do.

The k-pop industry is not a very good place especially for big name idols under big name company’s. If we see the stuff that we see now, you can’t imagine what goes on behind the scenes. Why Felix doesn’t do lives after apologizing for the coca cola. Why Chan isn’t allowed to go live anymore (which he literally said himself) because of something he said. And TONS of other idols being put under harmful diets and forced to do things they don’t want, etc.

It’s not that easy and we probably haven’t even seen half of it. I get that you want them to apologize and not do this at all, trust me so do I. But like I said at the end of the day this is their job. They could lose it just like that. People get kicked out of groups and put on a hiatus for DATING. Take Seunghan from RIIZE for example; he’s on a hiatus for having a girlfriend (who he wasn’t currently with) BEFORE he even debuted. Imagine what would happen to SKZ if they speak up against a genocide (that their company obviously doesn’t care about) like you want them too.

If it’s their own collab that we can only assume they are being forced to do, then we can also assume they have to promote it as well. And as for the members— Felix specifically, didn’t we establish he’s a regular donator to ‘Save The Children’? The same ‘Save The Children’ that has been providing services towards Palestinian children since 1953?? They know, but there’s not much they can do. At least not publicly. Especially after the company made them collab with a zionist, do you expect them to be able to speak AGAINST it without consequences?

And by saying this I am not AT ALL trying to excuse anything Puth has done/said or anything JYPE has done/said. All i’m saying is it’s never really a “if they wanted to they would” situation in the K-Pop industry. Idols who have spoken out on it (Fatou from Black Swan for example) are under (the best way I can describe it is) “lower” and less watchful companies. Like I said, they’re are still bad companies in a toxic industry. However, they allow idols to do MANY things idols we know of and stan cannot do. And it’s all because of who they work for. I would love if SKZ and other popular idols with big fandoms and platforms could speak up on this and put a message out there but i just don’t think it’s possible for them. These companies literally control their entire lives.

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petitelepus · 18 hours

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The Demon Gift: Choosing Hantengu, Part 8

Demon!Slave!Hantengu X Fem!Reader

Summary: It's the day after your passionate night with Hantengu and now his clones want turns with you also and who are you really to say no to them?

Warnings: SMUT, NAUGHTY, SO NAUGHTY, KIDS GO AWAY, BREEDING KINK, NAUGHTY TALK, PREGNANCY KINK MAYBE?

A/N: Demon Slave AU, Domesticated Demons, Reader Insert, Fem!Reader, Hantengu, Master/Slave, Karaku, Sekido, Urogi, Aizetsu

Tags: @hantenguclonesimp-minuszoha, @star-dust-wanderer, @karmalizedpixie

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8

The night with Hantengu was probably a night you would never forget. You enjoyed the sex and as far as you knew, so did Hantengu, but by the time you had awoken the next day he was gone. You had been confused, but you expected that he might have gone downstairs to eat.

You would have joined him, but you were covered in old sweat and the Demon's cum. So you took a quick shower and dressed up before heading to the kitchen downstairs.

"Morning-!" You were saying as you stepped into the kitchen area, fully expecting to see Hantengu, but your eyes landed on all 4 clones of his.

"Good morning Mistress!" Urogi greeted you excitedly and you nodded back at him, "Morning."

"Had a nice night?" Karaku asked with a wide grin and you rolled your eyes as you walked to the coffee maker and started to prepare coffee how you liked it.

"You guys are part of Hantengu, shouldn't you know by now how it went?" You asked and you heard the Demon of pleasure cackle, "Yeah, we just wanted to hear you say it."

"What, that I had amazing sex with Hantengu? Where is he anyway?" You asked as you turned to properly look at the Demons. The said Demons shared grins, frowns, and looks with each other before Aizetsu looked at you, "The original one is resting, but... Do you think... That we would have a chance with you also?"

"You-!" You were saying when you suddenly remembered how the 4 Demons had some fun with you last night before you had chosen Hantengu as your partner. You blushed a little and thought about your reply, but then your coffee maker peeped, letting you know that the coffee was done.

"Just a second guys," You said as you picked yourself a mug from the cabinet and prepared the coffee the way you liked it, before joining the clones on the table. You managed to take two sips of your coffee before the clones got impatient.

"Well?" Sekido frowned, "What's your reply?"

"Hmm..." You hummed as you thought about it and honestly, you couldn't come up with any reason why you couldn't sleep with them also. They were part of Hantengu after all and you did like them and based on their actions last night, they liked you back just as much if not even more.

"I think I'm okay with it." You finally replied, "I mean... You guys pretty much had me cornered yesterday... But I didn't hate it."

"Felt good, didn't it?" Karaku asked and you blushed a little, but hid it by taking a sip of your coffee, "Yes..."

"When can we have some more fun?" Urogi asked and your blush grew so strong it made your cheeks tingle, "A- any time is fine..."

"Now?" Aizetsu asked and you almost choked on your coffee, "W- Wait, hold on, I just woke up!"

"Today then?" Sekido asked and you almost couldn't believe what you were hearing. It felt a little like you were being interrogated... Not that you minded it that much, but you were a human whose stamina was much lower than Demon's.

"Fi- Fine, but one at a time! I don't know if I can handle all 4 of you at once!" You exclaimed before quietly muttering by yourself, "Not yet anyways..."

"Fine by us!" Urogi laughed and Karaku grinned, "So, when do you want to do it with me?"

"Hold on, why should you get to go first!?" Sekido growled and the green-eyed Demon grinned, "I'm the Demon of pleasure, remember? It's only natural that Mistress would want to sleep with me first!"

"That's not true!" Sekido snapped and very sorry-looking Aizetsu glanced at you, "Which one of us you would prefer first?"

"I'm fine with anyone really." You replied casually as you sipped your coffee, "You guys can decide who gets a turn with me first."

"How are we supposed to agree on that!?" Sekido was losing his cool and you hummed as you thought about it... And after thinking for a second or two, you smiled, "I got it!"

The Demons looked at you curiously as you put your half-empty cup of coffee down so you could search for something to write on. Finally, you found some sticky notes in one drawer and a pencil from another and started to scribble something on the notes.

"Tadaa!" You cheered as you showed the notes to the Demons and they realized that you had written their names on the little pieces of paper.

"What are those for?" Sekido frowned and you grinned as you reached for a bowl from the cabinet.

"It's as simple as can be! I will put your names in the bowl and pick one and whoever I pick gets to..." You blushed a little, "Gets to have their way with me..."

"That..." Aizetsu nodded, "That sounds reasonable."

"Alright, I'm in!" Urogi laughed and Karaku grinned, "I can't lose this one!"

"This better be fair!" Sekido snapped and you cheered quietly as you found a bowl that was big enough. You folded the notes equally small, dropped them on the bowl, and gave them a good mix, closing your eyes to be extra sure that you wouldn't know which note had whose name.

"Okay, does one of you want to hold the bowl so I can't see?" You asked and Aizetsu stepped forward, "I'll do it."

"Thank you," You nodded as you handed the bowl to the Demon of Sorrow, who gave the papers a little mix just to be sure and then held the bowl above your head. You were ready, so you reached up and blindly felt the notes before you picked one.

"Okay, and the first one is...." You blinked, "Urogi!"

"YES!" The Demon of Joy cheered out loud as he fist-pumped the air and the other clones groaned, but it was a fair game so they couldn't exactly complain.

"Congrats Urogi," You clapped your hands as you grumbled the note with his name on it and threw it into the trash, "When do you want to-?"

"Tonight!" The yellow-eyed demon exclaimed, "I want to fuck you tonight!"

"That was quick," You chuckled a little and he smirked, "Oh, trust me, I'm nothing but quick when I get it on!"

"Not what- You know what? Okay," You raised your hands up in surrender, "Tonight, in my room?"

"No, come to mine."

You blinked in confusion but nodded anyway since you had nothing against Urogi's want to fuck in his room. When you were all moving in and choosing your rooms, you had all promised not to go to another one's room without permission. It was kinda like a test of trust and you valued the trust you had with the Demons so you hadn't gone to their rooms.

You trusted them, so you didn't doubt Urogi at all. You were a little unsure what you would walk into. Would he have a nest built there? You were curious to see it with your own two eyes.

"So, guys..." You started as you picked up your earlier coffee and took a sip. Yew, it was cold already. You poured the coffee into the sink and looked at the Demons, "What would you like to do today?"

The day went on as any other day, but there was this feeling hanging in the air around you and the Demons. You were pretty sure it was because later that day, just before nightfall, you and Urogi would fuck. You both knew it as did the rest of the clones.

"Wish me luck guys," You smiled and Urogi laughed as he followed behind you, "She's going to need it!"

"Knowing you, definitely...!" Sekido growled and you couldn't help but snort a little at his jab. You climbed the stairs up and stopped in front of Urogi's door. The Demon grinned as he opened the door and held it open for you, "Ladies first!"

"Even on thin ice," You smiled as you stepped inside. You were actually pretty surprised to see how clean and organized Urogi's room was. Being one of the most chaotic Demons you knew, you were expecting a mess, but he really surprised you.

"Wow, Urogi, your room is really-!" You were saying when the Demon suddenly grabbed you and kissed you hard. You yelped, a little startled and he used the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

It took a second, but you caught up with him and finally kissed him back. Urogi growled against you as he used his claws to rip off your clothes.

"I've been dying to do that the whole day...!" The Demon said as he kissed you.

"Urogi..." You panted against his lips, but he just smirked, "Hold still...!"

And you did because you knew that one wrong move could end up with you getting hurt. The Demon undressed you quickly, leaving you naked before him. You blushed, feeling a little embarrassed by your sudden nudity, and moved to cover yourself with your hands.

"Aww, why would you do that?" Urogi asked with a devious smile, "I've already seen you naked, remember? There is nothing I haven't seen."

"I, uh..." Now you felt just silly, covering as if you were still untouched, "You're right."

"Well..." He smirked, "Almost nothing."

You blinked, wondering what he meant, but the Demon quickly picked you up like you weighed nothing and threw you on his bed. You yelped as you bounced on the soft mattress and Urogi followed quickly after you, but he didn't climb on top of you like you expected.

"Open your legs," He ordered and you blushed, "Urogi-!"

"Up up! My night, my rules!"

You pouted a little as your cheeks burned, but you slowly spread your legs open, showing him yourself as you were.

"Yes, just like that...!" Urogi grinned almost manically, "You're so gorgeous!"

How could you resist his compliments? You weren't the prettiest there was, but just like Hantengu, Urogi seemed to think otherwise. All this was so new and exciting...

"Play with yourself." He said and you blinked, stunned "Wait, what?"

"I can't touch you like I want to with my talons," He replied as he showed you his avian hands and sharp claws, "Unless you wanna risk it?"

You trusted Urogi, you really did, so you trusted that what he was saying was true. He knew his limits and what he could and couldn't do. You had to admire that, because any other guy would have probably ignored your safety, but not him.

So as embarrassed as you were, you slipped your hand between your legs and started to play with yourself. Slowly, you were getting more and more into it and you started to moan as your fingers grew wet with your juices. Urogi's yellow eyes were absolutely gleaming in joy and excitement as he watched you play with yourself.

"Good, now fuck yourself with them...!"

"Ngh..." You whined as you inserted your fingers one by one inside you and started to thrust and twist them in a way you enjoyed most. You were getting even wetter and each thrust made these embarrassing squelching sounds, but those seemed to excite Urogi even more.

"Alright, that's enough!" He snapped suddenly.

"Give me your hand. I want to taste you." He ordered and you nodded as you pulled your fingers out of your sex and offered the glistening digits to him. Urogi grinned gleefully as he grasped your wrist and wrapped his lips around your fingers, licking and sucking them clean.

"You taste so good...!" He moaned as he let you pull your fingers back, "I want to taste you more!"

That was the only warning you got before the Demon got on his knees between your legs and buried his face into your sex.

"Urogi!" You cried out his name as his hot tongue lapped your wet sex. Your legs almost snapped shut, but he wrapped his hands around your thighs as carefully as he could in the heat of the moment and held them open as he ate you out.

"So good...!" He moaned against you, making your hips buck into his mouth, "So responsive! It's so cute!"

"Urogi please...!" You moaned his name, not fully knowing what you were begging for. More? Release? Mercy? But just as you started to feel that coil in your tummy tighten, the Demon pulled away before you could come.

"Urogi!" You cried out desperately and the fiend had the guts to laugh merrily, "Oh, you're so cute when you're needy!"

"Please...!" You whined, not caring how pitiful you sounded, "I'm so close..."

"Good!" He laughed as he grabbed your hips, minding his claws, and pulled you against him, his cock slapping your sex as he positioned himself, "Because I'm going to put a baby in you!"

"Please Urogi- Wait, what?" You blinked and he smirked as he thrust his cock into you with one hard thrust and you threw your head back as you cried out. You felt so glad he had you prepare yourself because he was huge...!

"Urogi...!" You moaned and he smirked as he used his hold on your hips for leverage and started to eagerly fuck you. You were moaning and whining like a bitch in heat and it made the Demon so happy.

"How does it sound? I bet if I came inside you I would most likely get you pregnant!" He laughed and you whimpered as your sex clenched around him. Somehow, the idea of pregnancy was so erotic...? You never thought about it, about offspring, but now this damn Demon had planted that idea in your mind and your body was acting according to it.

"Oh, you just got tighter! Do you like that? The idea of carrying a filthy slave's Demon child?"

His dirty talk was so filthy, it was erotic and he had you clenching on him harder and harder. Once he noticed how much his words aroused you, he couldn't stop himself from talking.

"Yes, I can already see you!" Urogi cackled almost manically, "So big and round, just full of our Demons...!"

"Urogi...!" You whined his name like it was your personal mantra.

"And I wouldn't stop for one, no, I want a whole pack of little bastards running around!"

"Close...!" You whined pitifully as you were getting close to a release and the Demon didn't seem to be in any better shape than you. You were so cute and sexy, and responsive, who wouldn't want to shoot their load inside you?

"I'm going to come inside! Are you going to be a good Mistress to me and make a baby for me?"

"Ngh- YA...!" You couldn't control yourself anymore, you came with a loud wail, and your sex milked Urogi's cock, eager for his cum. Nothing could have stopped the Demon from coming inside you and as he came, he cackled manically, his wings flaring behind him.

You could feel him coming, his cock shooting cum inside you and there was so much of it, you almost felt bloated. Urogi kept thrusting into you languidly as he emptied himself all the way inside you. Finally, he pulled his cock out of you, and with that out of the way, his cum leaked out of your sex as fat drops.

"Shit, you look so sexy right now!" He laughed and you dared to doubt him. You were sweaty, messy, and dripping cum. You groaned, "I doubt that..."

"I'm not lying, I could easily fuck you again and again!"

"Mercy... Give me a moment to rest...!" You whimpered pitifully and the Demon grunted as he grounded his sharp teeth together, "If you act that way you can expect another load in you soon!"

"Rest first. Then more sex." You said as you made yourself comfortable on the huge bed. Urogi chuckled a little under his breath, but made himself comfortable next to you, resting on his stomach so his wings wouldn't get in the way.

As the two of you rested, you started to wonder if there was a hint of truth in his earlier dirty talk and you got a little worried. You liked children, but you weren't sure if you were ready to have one yourself!

"H- hey...?" You started carefully and Urogi hummed, "Hm? What is it, sweetcheeks?"

"I can't get pregnant, right?" You asked and the Demon turned to look at you and smiled, "I don't think so?"

"Wait, you don't know?!" You gasped and he shrugged lazily, "It never crossed my mind, but I doubt it."

"But-!"

"Have you really heard about people getting impregnated by Demons?" He asked back and you frowned as you thought about it... And you hadn't? However, very few humans had sex with Demons and actually admitted it. The whole thing was really taboo.

"No...?" You thought out loud with a little voice and he grinned, "There you go, doesn't that answer your question?"

"So... Why all the dirty talk about babies and pregnancy?" You asked carefully, "Do you actually want kids?"

"Nah, it's just something that gives me some wind under my wings and gets me going." The Demon rolled on his side and grinned at you, "Also, the idea of you pregnant is hot as Hell."

"Me? Pregnant? Sexy?" You couldn't really believe what you were hearing and chuckled, "I'm not gonna get kids!"

"Ever?" He asked and you shrugged, "I'm not saying never, but who knows?"

"Because if you do, I will gladly offer to fuck you while your tummy grows!"

"You're awful!" You laughed as you gently slapped his shoulder and Urogi chuckled. Your moaning and crying were sexy as Hell, but it was your laughter that was addicting.

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Misunderstanding. Part 6

Warnings- Bit angst, Steve being mean at the beginning. -----------------------------------------------------

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH HIM?!” Steve yelled, storming over and glaring at you.

“I thought you were in danger, but you’re busy sitting cozily next to him! Like I don’t even exist!” He shouts, his anger fuelled by jealousy, more than anything else at that point. “You don’t care about me!” he continued, glaring at you. “Just because you’re mad at me, doesn’t mean you can go off and flirt with someone else!”

“Steve... it's not what it looks like let me explain...” But Steve cuts you off, yelling more profanities.

“I don’t want to hear it! You’re just like every other girl who breaks a guy's heart! As soon as something better comes along, you move on and forget me!” Steve’s jealousy was beginning to spiral out of control. He was furious that you were sitting next to another man, despite not knowing the reason. Steve continued, his words becoming more and more harsh.

“Steve, please just…” Tony tries to explain, but Steve cut him off. “Stay out of this, Stark! This isn’t your business!”

“Just listen to us, Steve…” Natasha tries to interject, but Steve cut her off as well. “I don’t want to hear it, I’m done!”

Steve continues, speaking directly to you now. “I trusted you. I care about you. And you just go and ...” he pauses, “Did you even have feelings for me at all?”

“Steve please” your eyes well up.

The sight of your teary eyes made Steve's heart lurch a little, but his anger still overpowered his emotions. He looked at you, his expression still filled with a mix of fury and pain. “How could you... how could you do this to me?”

Steve's voice softened just a little before he continued, “I loved you.”

Matt, having had enough of Steve's harsh words and assumptions, picked up a brick from the debris around them and hurled it straight at Steve.

Steve was taken by surprise as the brick flew through the air, his eyes widening in shock. Everyone else stood frozen, stunned by the sudden act of defiance. The brick struck Steve on the shoulder, causing him to grunt in pain and stumble back a few steps.

Steve was too stunned to react immediately. He cradled his shoulder, pain radiating from the point of impact. Natasha and Tony looked wide eyed at Matt, their expressions a mix of shock and astonishment.

“Oh my god…you hit him with a brick?” you asked too stunned, with his action. Matt turned to look at you, a hint of a small smirk on his lips as he spoke. “He deserved it,” he said bluntly, his voice firm.

Natasha covered her mouth to hold back a laugh, while Tony looked at Matt with new found respect, though he would not accept that.

Steve glared at Matt with pure anger, cradling his shoulder which was likely to bruise soon. “You...I'll kill you-” Steve started to take a step forward, ready to punch Matt.

“Take one more step forward and we all will die!” Nat warns him. Steve froze, his face twisted in anger, fists clenched and ready to strike. But Natasha's words stopped him dead in his tracks. He knew she wasn't bluffing, no matter how angry he was.

His eyes darted between you, Matt, and Natasha. His frustration was evident as he knew there was nothing, he could do without endangering everyone. “What the hell does that mean?”

Matt turned his attention back to Steve, the cocky smirk still on his face. “It means...” Matt began, his voice calm but firm, “We're sitting on a bomb. If we move too much, it'll explode. She's sitting next to me because we're keeping the weight balanced. I mean I’m the blind one here, but clearly it’s you behaving like one”

Steve blinked, his anger momentarily replaced by shock and disbelief. “You're sitting on a…what?” He looked between you and Matt and then down at the bomb beneath you both. “You're serious?”

Tony and Natasha watched the realization dawn on Steve's face. His whole demeanor changed after he heard about the bomb.

“That's right, Cap. They're literally sitting on a bomb.” Tony tells him.

Steve went silent for a moment as he processed the information, his eyes darting from the bomb to Matt and then to you. The gravity of the situation suddenly hit him. “Why didn't you tell me that?”

Nat couldn't help but chime in, her voice filled with the gravity of the situation. “She tried to...” Natasha replied, “But you were too busy yelling to listen.”

Steve's face hardened as he glanced at you. Guilt started to creep in as he realized his mistake. His anger had blinded him, and he had accused you without even letting you explain.

Steve looked down, his eyes landing on the bomb. “How…how we can save them? You got this figured out right Tony?” He asked, a hint of fear in his voice.

“There are different wires, connected. As soon as I figured out the code system, we need to cut them at the same time.” Tony tells him with a calm yet serious tone.

Steve's face paled as he looked down at the bomb again. The reality of the situation sinking in. Tony speaks at, his voice filled with a mix of seriousness and sarcasm. “I guess that's the end of your little jealous fit, huh?”

Steve didn't respond. He was still struggling to reconcile his anger and jealousy from earlier with the life-threatening situation you all were in now. Nat gave him a hard look, her eyes filled with admonishment. “Maybe next time, listen before you act like an idiot.”

Steve shot a glare at her, but he couldn't argue. He knew she was right. He had acted rashly, letting his emotions control his actions, without even giving you a chance to explain.

Tony spoke again, trying to lighten the mood a little despite the dire situation. “So, to recap, we're stuck in a bomb situation, kid's sitting with Mr. Daredevil because they're keeping it from exploding, and Cap here blew up on them because he thought she was cozying up with another guy. Anyone miss anything?”

Nat rolled her eyes at Tony's attempt to lighten the tension, but couldn't help but smirk a little. Steve just looked more annoyed and guilty at the same time.

“Guys please…” you tell them and Steve avoided your gaze, the guilt and regret evident on his face, his heart tightening in his chest as he heard the compassion in your voice despite everything, he had put you through.

“All right let's get back to work, Capsicle and Romanoff search the other rooms and see where the wires end. When I tell you to cut, cut the wires.” Tony tells them.

Steve hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering to you, concern etched on his face. He knew it was his fault that things had gotten so messed up between you two, but that didn't mean he didn't worry about your safety.

“I'm not leaving her alone with him...” Steve muttered, his tone laced with worry.

Tony looked at Steve with an impatient look.

“She'll be fine. I promise you, I’ll keep her safe. Now go.” Tony said firmly.

“I’ll protect her too.” Matt chimes in and Tony shots him a glare. “No one’s talking to you.”

As Steve prepared to leave with Nat, he cast one last glance at you, his worry evident in his eyes. He looked torn between wanting to stay and make sure you were safe and carrying out the assigned duty.

You and Steve exchange a look. A look of something hopeful.

Part 5 - Part 7

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Echo Chambers Inside A Neighborhood (ch. 7)

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a/n: hellooo! im back! im finally done with my exam and im so excited to be able to dedicate some time to this fic again. i whipped up a little something in a couple hours because i felt bad about not having updated in so long. also, for my south asian girles, i was listening to "ek baar dekh lijiye" from heeramandi when i switched over to writing in ghost's pov later in this chapter, just a little something to put you in the mindset for that part! okay im done talking. enjoy <3

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“No.” The violence with which you shook your head could’ve given you a concussion. “There is absolutely zero chance of that happening, Ghost.”

“Are you not understanding the severity of the situation?” The man paced back and forth in front of you, as if you exasperated him to no end. How nice.

“I don’t understand the severity of the situation?” you practically yelled, your arms crossed and anger rising in your chest. “Do you understand the severity of my situation? You want me to leave my job, my flat, my studies! For what? Because a ‘bad man’ is after me?” This was starting to sound like a James Bond film, and you were less than amused. In fact, you were furious. How could Ghost ask that of you, knowing that you worked like a dog to support yourself?

If you left, that meant giving up everything you’d worked years to build for yourself. However frugal, it was yours.

You watched as his eyes softened, taken over by understanding. He knew, he felt it in his soul, your anguish. Before him, your life had been in no one’s hands but your own, until Ghost had decided that he didn’t want to live alone in his flat anymore and called your number, looking to rent your extra bedroom. Unknowingly, the second your voice had rung out through his phone, he had snatched your life from you and promised it to his enemies. Now they were knocking on the door, demanding their share.

“Just tell me what’s going on,” you pleaded, your arms unfolding and your demeanor softening. You approached Ghost until you were close enough to place your hand on his arm. His eyes shifted to where you were touching him, then to your eyes, where they stayed for a second before he looked away again.

“I can’t tell you anything. All I can say is that it isn’t safe here for you anymore and I need you to come to the base with me. We can keep you safe there.”

You had woken up this morning with your head pounding but memories of the night before still clinging on. A smile had found its way onto your lips, the feeling of Ghost’s body under your arms a reminder of what had transpired. You had left your room in search of him, to maybe talk to him. But what you found instead was an empty flat, and more unnervingly, two burly military men standing outside your door when you tried to leave.

“Who are you?” were the first words you spoke that morning, directed at the two guys who stood with their feet shoulder width apart and fingers poised over the trigger of their guns. You’d definitely be getting complains about this from your neighbors.

“We’re here for your protection, ma’am,” one of the men had said.

“Protection? From what?”

“We’re not at liberty to discuss,” the other had piped up.

“I’m not leaving,” you finally responded, pulling your hand away and stomping towards the couch. You plopped down on it and grabbed the TV remote from the stand next to you, about to press the button to turn the TV on when Ghost came to stand in front of you, blocking your view.

He looked down at you with stern eyes, as if a father scolding his child for misbehaving. “I wanted to do the right thing and ask you politely to come with me,” he began, his voice dangerously low and carrying a hint of aggression, maybe to intimidate you. “Don’t force me to carry your arse out of here.” He leaned down slightly, just a fraction. “Go to your room, and pack a bag. We. Are. Leaving.”

His tone commanded no disobedience. Right now, he wasn’t Ghost…he was Lieutenant Riley. But you were nothing if not a brat. You looked up at him through your lashes, channeling all your confidence in the face of his brashness. “Make me,” you whispered. Famous last words.

Because before you knew it, before you even had a chance to make out the expression in his eyes, he leaned down all the way and grabbed your legs, pulling you forward on the couch so that, ultimately, he could situate his arms around your hips and lift you off the couch. And then you were flipped upside down with such suddenness that it made your head spin for a moment.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?” you screamed, trying to wiggle out of Ghost’s hold as he positioned you over his shoulder, but he kept a firm grip over your hips.

“I’m doing what I have to,” he said to you as he walked towards the door—you could tell by the retreating of your couch as you craned your neck up to see straight. “Grab her clothes out of her closet and bring it to the base…Oh, and her cat.” Ghost’s gruff voice rung out through the flat. You heard a “Yes, lieutenant,” in unison before you were finally carried out.

“This is kidnapping!” you yelled at him, hoping a neighbor would hear and come out. But of course, Ghost had already reached the end of the hallway and was now proceeding down the stairs towards the exit of the building.

“So be it. If you’re not bothered enough for your own safety, I’ll be bothered for you.”

“Don’t do this, Ghost. Please. What am I going to tell my boss? How am I going to continue my studies?” You were getting frustrated, not only because you were being jostled by this big man, but also because he wasn’t listening to you.

He said nothing as he finally opened the door leading out of the building, the chilly air sending shivers down your spine. You had on only jeans and a t-shirt, not even shoes or a coat. A few seconds later, you heard a car door opening and then blessed warmth as you were placed in the backseat. Not of a car though, but rather a large SUV.

The relief of finally being put down nearly surpassed the anger you felt towards your roommate for the stunt he just pulled. Did he think he was your keeper, forcing you out of your flat like that to take you to some unknown location?

You were about to say something, but then Ghost got in beside you and shut the door, barking, “Let’s go.”

You were beginning to lose your words as you cautiously looked around at the tinted windows of the SUV, then towards Ghost, who was very pointedly not looking at you, then to the driver, who had a mustache and was wearing a beanie.

You jolted up in your seat and leaned forward to address the driver yourself.

“You’re an accomplice to this kidnapping! I want to talk to the police.” You were getting flustered and losing your fight. What could you do about this anymore? You were no match against two obviously bigger, much stronger men.

“I assure you miss,” the man spoke up, eyes not leaving the road and amusement in his voice, “This is for your own safety. The base is highly secure and is the best place for you to be until the threat is neutralized.”

“Threat? Neutralized? What are you nut jobs talking about?”

The driver ignored your questions. “I’m John, by the way. Captain John Price.”

“I don’t care!” you yelled out, but the driver just chuckled. Finally, after a minute of lamenting the incredulity of your situation, you shut up and relaxed back in your seat. You were still aware of the silent, brooding man next to you, but you didn’t look at him, didn’t address him. You’d already asked him a million times before why you needed to leave, and each time his answer had been the same. There was no point asking anymore.

But you were hurt and confused and most of all, scared. What mess did you get yourself into by letting this man live with you? You would’ve been better off alone.

The rest of the two-hour ride was spent in silence, Ghost casually scrolling on his phone while the driver, Price, focused on the road.

Ghost knew he couldn’t say anything, not in this car and not to you. You were a civilian. You were never supposed to be involved in this. He would keep you away for as long as he could. An emergency meeting with the team last night had confirmed the presence of insurgents in the area, and Ghost’s heart had sunk further and further hearing the details from intelligence: how long they’d been here, what they’d been doing, how they went about targeting you. What they couldn’t figure out, though, was where they were hiding.

He had been up all night with the files, the information swimming through his mind while all he could think about was you. He had sent Maddox and Hunt, his best sergeants, to the flat to keep an eye out, but he would not dare underestimate these insurgents again. They’d already gotten too close for comfort, so the only option was for you to go to the most tightly secure place he could think of.

Ghost racked his brain for answers, for possible motives and clues to track down where the insurgents are. He scrolled through the files again on his phone, scrutinizing the words to see if he had missed any key details. But nothing.

How the drive to the base went by so quickly, he didn’t know. He saw the gates of the entrance, and then as they opened to the let the Range Rover in. Ghost hadn’t dared to look at you this entire time, maybe not ready to the face the consequences of what he had done. And he was quite surprised that you hadn’t said anything thus far (besides that little squabble with Price, obviously). But for some reason, some invisible force pulled his head in your direction, just to see what you thought of the place.

Ghost wished he could read your mind…he wanted to know all your thoughts. Did you think about him often? Was it with the same fondness with which he thought of you? Did you dare think of him as somebody more than just a roommate? He doubted you’d want to think of him at all after what he had just done. He didn’t want to do it, drag you out of your own home like that. But what choice did he have? He would rather sacrifice himself to the insurgents than leave you at their mercy.

And then Ghost thought about when and how he started feeling so strongly for you. Maybe it was in all those mornings you had shared together before you left for work, or when he picked you up off the floor of that pub; maybe it was when you hugged him so tight last night that he could swear he found the meaning of life in your embrace, or maybe—and he knew this to be the truth in his heart of hearts—it was when you uttered that first ‘hello’ to him on the phone, inexplicably tying your soul to his with just two syllables.

The SUV finally came to a halt in front of the barracks, but Ghost refused to avert his eyes from the side of your face. He felt so much in that moment, memorizing the details of your face: the curve of your nose, the pout of your lips, the softness of your cheeks.

And then you turned your head towards him, feeling his gaze on you like the heat of the sun. You looked into his eyes, saw something change within them. These gazes were all he gave of himself to you, and you had cherished it with your life. But right now, those eyes angered you, reminded you not of friendship or longing or lust, but of betrayal and hurt.

You averted your eyes from him, and in that moment, Ghost thought he’d lost you forever.

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