#Also I really liked how the arcade setting turned out

[jackyjackdraws]

Little gift based off @novelistservant recent fic

Just a couple of friends having a good time!

#gravity falls #Mystery Husbands AU #hephzibah cece #kevin griffith #It was a fun way of trying new shading techniques #It's fun as fuck! #Also I really liked how the arcade setting turned out #Makes a man proud of his work

[luxaofhesperides]

Ghostlights cuddling for comfort, but also they're oblivious idiots who are pining over each other but thinks its unrequited

“Ugh,” Duke says, dropping down onto the bench besides Danny.

Danny nudges him with his shoulder. “Rough night?”

“Slept for like an hour,” Duke mutters, “This sucks. My head’s going to burst like balloon and my eyes are about to fall out.”

“Yikes. You know, you could have just canceled for today. I wouldn’t have minded.”

Duke sighs and presses the heel of his palms against his eyes. “Maybe, but I would have minded. We barely see each other anymore, man. I’ve missed you.”

“Oh.” Danny bites his lip, trying and failing to stop from smiling. Something soft in his chest glows at the words, a growing spark of happiness in knowing that for this, at least, the feeling is requited. It’s nice to hear that he was missed, and it would be even nicer if Duke wasn’t in pain, pushing himself just because he didn’t want to cancel. Carefully, Danny reaches for him and pulls his hands away from his face. “Here,” he says, “Let me.”

His hands are always cold. Most of him is cold, really — side effect of having an ice core. Sam told him once that his hands were better than an ice pack, and he’s hoping she’s right or this is going to be weird. 

Danny gently presses his fingers against Duke’s temples, his hands cradling Duke’s face. Duke is tense for a few seconds, then abruptly relaxes, leaning into Danny’s hands. 

“Is this helping?” he asks, voice hushed to keep from aggravating Duke’s migraine.

“Mhm. Yeah, it feels great. Thanks, Danny.”

Duke goes completely limp, leaning against Danny. They sit there for a minute in silence, the rest of the world feeling far away. As nice as it is to just exist together, he knows what Duke needs most right now is quiet and stillness. Gotham is very much not that, and every honking car that passes by makes Duke wince, trying to turn away from the road even more.

“Hey, let’s head back to my place. It’s close by, and a lot quieter than out here.”

“Are you sure? I know we planned to go to the arcade today…”

“The arcade can wait. You’re more important.”

Duke blinks open his eyes and looks at Danny with something soft in his gaze. Being so close together, barely any space between them, with Duke looking at him like that makes Danny’s cheeks flush red, unable to think anything but please kiss me.

Which is never going to happen. Duke is his friend, and just his friend, no matter how much Danny wishes they could be something more. It’s a pipe dream, something so impossible it’s almost laughable. 

Duke likes being friends with normal human Danny. He doesn’t want to imagine how he would react if he found out about Danny being half ghost, assuming this imaginary reveal happens without Danny being hunted down and cut open by GIW agents. 

He’s still in hiding, always waiting for the worst as he stays in the apartment his friends (living and dead) had set up for him. The building is for ghosts so it technically doesn’t exists, which means it’s the safest place for Danny while he’s actively being hunted by the US government. 

He can’t be honest with Duke. Can’t be as close to him as he wants to be. Duke deserves more than to be dragged into Danny’s problems and put in danger.

Even so, Danny can’t help but want him around, pushing his luck each time they hang out.

“Come on,” Danny urges, standing up. He pulls his hands away and Duke’s brow immediately furrows, his pain returning. “It’s only a few streets away.”

Duke sighs, then visibly braces himself before he stands up. Danny tucks himself into Duke’s side, taking as much of his weight as he can as he walks them down the street. It’s times like these that he wishes he could reveal his powers safely and just fly them to his apartment. But even without the GIW gunning for his head, showing off powers in Gotham is a sure fire way to get a target painted on his back.

“Almost there,” he says as they turn a corner. 

His apartment doesn’t have a fixed address. It doesn’t have a fixed location at all, drifting around, but it likes this street the most, so this is where it usually is. Danny takes them halfway down the street, then turns into an alley, following his ghost sense. 

Where there’s usually a dead end is instead a building, looking as if it’s always been tucked away in this alley. Danny keeps a tight grip on Duke as they climb the front steps, silently asking for the building to let him stay while he’s with Danny. The door opens easily, which is as good as an agreement, and they’re inside without anything going wrong. The small entrance lobby is empty, with an area for packages filled with clearly magical artifacts carelessly wrapped in bubble wrap. 

Danny drags them past that quickly, hoping Duke doesn’t notice, and calls the elevator down. It arrives silently, the doors opening to let another tenant out. Carefully, Danny positions himself in front of Duke, making sure he doesn’t see how the tenant, who nods at Danny, has a still bleeding wound in his stomach that has him nearly split in half. 

“Alright,” he says, ushering Duke into the elevator, “Just a little ride up and then you can lay down.” He hits the button for the fourth floor and they ride up in silence, Duke dropping his head down to onto Danny’s shoulder again, wrapping his arms around his waist as he stands behind Danny. He’s glad Duke can’t see his face; there’s no doubt that he’s blushing like crazy and if that doesn’t give away his feelings, he doesn’t know what will.

Thankfully the elevator ride isn’t long. If Danny had to go for more than a minute with Duke breathing softly against his neck, his warm hands on his stomach, Danny would have collapsed into a pile of flustered goo.

He opens the door to his apartment and kicks his shoes off. Duke follows in suit, still plastered onto Danny’s back, refusing to let go. 

“Come on,” Danny says, leading him to the couch, “Sit down and I’ll grad you some water and painkillers.”

Duke nods against his shoulder, then slowly detaches himself from Danny and makes his way to the couch. He drops onto it gracelessly, pressing his face into a cushion. 

Danny winces. He must be feeling really bad. He knows how bad migraines can be with sleep deprivation, having suffered through high school with only a few hours of sleep at night, if he got to sleep at all. Frankly, it’s a testament to Duke’s strength that he lasted the entire walk to Danny’s apartment without complaint. 

He returns to the living room with a full glass of water and a bottle of Advil, setting them on the coffee table to crouch next to the couch and place a cold hand on Duke’s cheek. “Hey,” he says softly when Duke turns to look at him, “Is Advil alright? It’s all I had.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Thanks, Danny.”

Duke sits up and shakes out three pills, then washes them down with water. He drains the rest of the cup quickly, then falls back against the couch with his eyes squeezed shut.

“Is there anything else I can do to make you feel better?”

Duke immediately reaches a hand out for him.

“Um?”

“Sit next to me. I feel better when I’m next to you.”

“Oh! Alright. Bet you’re only saying that because my hands are cold.”

“You caught me,” Duke laughs, pulling Danny onto the couch. He goes easily, tucking his legs beneath himself, and places his hands on Duke’s temples again. “Man, I owe you my life.”

“I don’t think my cold hands are worth quite that much.”

Duke hums, but doesn’t say anything else, so Danny settles in and focuses on keeping his hands a little colder than normal. 

The apartment is quiet. No sound from outside can reach them, one of the few ways the building looks after its tenants. Danny and Duke fall against each other, at ease with each other. There’s no need to fill in the silence, and with Duke’s eyes closed, Danny doesn’t have to carefully shove down his feelings and act normal. He indulges in the warmth of Duke’s body pressed against his, a hand on his knee and an arm around his waist. 

He keeps his hands as steady as possible as he looks over Duke, adoring all the little details he can see; a small scar on his chin, the fullness of his lips, the way his hair falls into his face now that it’s long enough to keep in braids.

“I can practically hear you thinking,” Duke murmurs, “What’s on your mind?”

You’re cute, he thinks, I feel safe with you. I want to kiss you. I wish I could be brave enough to be honest.

I wish I was brave. I wish I was brave. I wish I was brave.

“Nothing,” he says. “Feeling better?”

“Yeah. I might fall asleep though.”

“That’s fine. You know I would never say no to a nap.”

“Come here, then,” Duke says, and before Danny can do anything, Duke gets a stronger grip on his waist and pulls Danny down on top of him as he falls back towards the arm rest and gets his legs on the couch.

“Duke!”

Duke laughs underneath him, and Danny can feel it roll through him. Okay! This is definitely something he’s going to think about… forever. Wow, he can feel Duke’s abs tense up as he laughs, and has he always been ripped? Unfair. Also unfairly hot. 

“Is this alright?” Duke asks, voice soft and quiet. There’s a hesitancy around his words that Danny doesn’t like hearing, and he brings his hands down to sweep his thumbs soothingly over Duke’s cheeks.

“Of course it is, man. I’d never refuse cuddles.”

“Okay. I’m gonna pass out now. Wake me in an hour?”

Danny moves his hands back up to his temples and says, “Sure. Get some rest, Duke. You really need it.”

He feels Duke relax beneath him, breaths slowing down as he begins to fall asleep. It’s peaceful and quiet and Duke is warm in a way Danny never can be with his ice core. He doesn’t mean to fall asleep, but curled up on the couch with Duke in the safety of an apartment that only barely exists has him drifting off in no time at all.

. . .

(Duke wakes up before Danny. Their legs are tangled together and Duke has moved during his sleep, turning so Danny is held tightly to his chest, his back to the cushions, while Duke is balancing very carefully at the edge of the couch. 

It’s been hours, and he should be heading home soon, but he stays as he is, enjoying this quiet moment for as long as he can have it. Danny is in his arms, safe and content with him, his head no longer hurts beyond a residual ache he can easily ignore, and he can admire how pretty Danny is without being worried about Danny catching his lingering stares. 

These moments are precious to him, rare as they are, and he wants nothing more than to kiss Danny once he’s awake and let his feelings be known.

But the Signal has lots of dangerous people after him, and Gnomon has started causing problems in Gotham again. So he’ll bite his tongue and keep his less platonic feelings buried under lock and key until it’s safe enough for Danny to be around him more often.

And when that time comes, he can only hope that Danny will feel the same way.

That’s all far away from the stillness of Danny’s apartment. All that matters is that he has Danny in his arms. Everything else can wait. 

For now, this is more than enough.)

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp fic #dpxdc fanfic #prompt fill #my writing #once again unable to resist the urge to write abt living buildings #duke and danny are pining no stop bc they're both like 'this is a bad time for a relationship/i have to keep too many secrets' etc etc #while also cuddling and going on dates that they dont call dates out loud and sighing wistfully when they think of each other #taking what small things they can while trying to hide their feelings.... #some other batfam member is going to stumble upon them in public and chat a bit w dukes friend #then walk away texting the group chat like 'hey duke and his friend are madly in love but too shy/stupid to do something abt it. #lets play cupid lol' and then theyre all trying to get duke and danny together #it gets to the point that every time they hang out it ends with them doing some nonsense to escape the batfam and their kind but unhinged #attempts to get them together #thanks for the prompt!!!

[imaginespazzi]

Here's To Eternity

Four times Paige brings up marriage and the one time Azzi finally says yes.

(In which an angst writer attempts to write fluff and it takes her far longer than it should have)

Pairing: Paige Bueckers X Azzi Fudd

Themes: mainly Fluff with a little bit of Angst

Words: 8K (I swear it was meant to be below 5K when I planned it)

TW: Implied sexual content, alcohol, swearing

A/N: Hello my lovelies <3. Gonna do this at the beginning instead of the end today. This took years off my life and I still don't fully love it but I'm tired of thinking about it so hopefully y'all still like it. Really quickly, I've never been to Minnesota or the state fair so if you have, pretend you do not see the likely factual inaccuracies. Also feel free to let me know what you don't like because as I've said, I don't really write fluff well so by all means call me out. And finally, I edited this I swear but I'm sure there are still mistakes, so let me know about those too. Anyways, I hope this is a good pre-game read and let's get another W!

i don’t know what love is (i’d learn for you) 

The first time Paige says it, they’re at the Minnesota State Fair. It’s all the way back when they’re just two young girls learning each other, carefree and completely unaware that this will become a tradition. They’ve barely known each other but being with Azzi already feels easy, natural, like home. And she doesn’t really know how she knows it, it’s just a feeling really, but Paige is convinced that Azzi’s meant to be in her life forever. 

They’ve been at the fair almost all day, with members of both of their families joining them here and there. Paige and Azzi had been competing at various arcade games all day, keeping a tally of who won which arcade game. They’d even turned going on rides into a competition of “who could hold in their screams the longest”. Their bickering, while endearing, had earned them more than a few fond eye rolls as their families eventually got bored of being third wheels and went on to find something more engaging. 

They’d intentionally left the pop-a-shot, a basketball arcade game, til the very end, knowing it would be the ideal tie-breaker. And as the day comes to an end, they are in fact very much tied although Paige will tell you, that she didn’t actually scream on the Skyscraper; it had merely been a quiet whimper that Azzi was exaggerating the volume of. And Azzi will tell you that she deserved a re-do on the ring toss because it wasn’t her fault that the wind had decided to pick up on that very moment. Ultimately both of their arguments had fallen on deaf ears when they had appealed their cases to some very exasperated family members. 

“Get ready to lose to the better shooter,” Paige gloats, rubbing her hands together in preparation to shoot. She’d lost two rounds of rock paper scissors to Azzi’s one, meaning she’d missed the chance to go second like she would have preferred but that hadn’t done much to deter her confidence. 

“We’ll see,” Azzi scoffs, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms as she stands back a little bit to give Paige the space she needs. 

Paige smirks at her friend as she shoots the ball, definitely showing off a little bit. The ball arcs in the air before swishing into the basket, all net and no rim. The blonde’s grin only widens as she repeats the motion, again and again and again. She gets eight of them in perfectly, the ninth hits the backboard but rolls in and then-

“You missed,” Azzi yells the minute the last ball is out of Paige’s hands and they both watch, one in excitement, the other in irritation, as the ball falls miserably far away from the net. 

“That’s not fair,” Paige turns around immediately, “you distracted me. That doesn’t even count.”

“Nuh uh, we didn’t set a no distracting rule and I only said something after you released it. I already knew you were gonna miss,” Azzi counters gleefully. 

“Bruh, how could you have possibly known that?”

“Because my basketball IQ is way beyond yours,” it’s Azzi’s turn to smirk as she bumps Paige in the hip, switching spots so she can take her turn. 

“You’re still gonna lose. I made nine, you’re barely gonna make,” Paige pretends to think, “hmm maybe seven”

Azzi doesn’t respond, choosing instead to reply by immediately making her first basket. Her arc is perfect as always, the same shot Paige had been awed by when they’d been at camp for USA basketball. She makes the next and the next and the one after that until she’s at her 10th shot, ready to go a perfect 10 for 10 and beat Paige. Maybe it’s the competitiveness or maybe Paige has lost her goddamn mind, but she barely registers the next words that come out of her mouth. 

“If you make the last shot, you have to marry me,” and it’s supposed to be a threat, a way to stop Azzi from making the last bucket and winning their silly little competition but it comes out giddy and breathless. 

“What?” Azzi asks, eyes wide as she turns around to face Paige and well, she’s said them now, Paige might as well own them. 

“You heard me,” Paige says, cocking her head, the arrogance in her voice a complete contrast to the rapid beating of her heart, “you make that shot, and we’re engaged. Or you don’t make it and you lose.”

Azzi’s eyes narrow, confusion melting away to a familiar fierceness.  The thing is, she knows she could miss it if she wanted to but the thought of losing is somehow worse than being engaged at fourteen. She tries not to dwell on why that idea doesn’t seriously frighten her, telling herself it’s because there’s no way Paige will ever hold her to that. Taking a deep breath, Azzi lifts up her hands and shoots the ball. 

Here’s the thing, Paige likes winning. She enjoys the effort that goes into getting a win and the satisfaction that follows after. But as the ball leaves Azzi’s hand, that same perfect arc, she thinks, maybe it would be okay if Azzi made this basket today. She thinks maybe it would be okay if she lost. Both girls wait with bated breath, as the ball hits the backboard and circles the rim. For a brief second, it seems like it might slide off the edge but it doesn’t. It falls into the net with a swish and Azzi wins. 

The brunette lets out a squeal of happiness as the arcade game lights up with “WINNER”, doing a happy dance and flipping her hair. And Paige is so mesmerized by Azzi’s infectious happiness, the fact that she’s just lost ceases to mean anything. She doesn’t know what this feeling is, isn’t quite ready to understand it, but she knows it’s slowly creeping up her veins and consuming every part of her. 

“What prize would you like honey,” the middle-aged woman running the booth asks, pointing to the assortment of gifts sitting in a booth next to the game. Azzi pulls a still-stunned Paige with her to get a closer look at the prizes, eyes roaming over all the fun things until they finally settle on one of them. 

“I’ll take that packet of rings,” she gives Paige a devilish smirk, "I think I just got engaged.”

Paige gapes at Azzi while the woman fetches the packet of rings that Azzi had chosen. As far as fake jewelry goes, the rings are kind of atrocious. Huge colorful stones are placed haphazardly on a silver ring that looks like it might rust the next seconds. Azzi picks out a pink one and hands it to Paige, before holding out her hand. Still slightly dazed by everything, Paige does as she’s gestured to and slips the ring onto Azzi’s ring finger. And she’s sure she must be going insane because the ugly ring looks quite pretty on Azzi’s slender fingers. 

“You better get me a real one eventually,” Azzi says and she’s joking, Paige knows that but she can’t help the part of her that takes it at face value, the part of her that subconsciously promises Azzi to get her a real one eventually. She’s only fifteen and she’s sure she doesn’t know what love is but standing here in the cool Minnesota summer breeze, getting fake engaged to a girl she feels like she’s known her whole life, Paige thinks, maybe she’d like to learn. 

2. crossing boundaries (taking leaps of faith)

The second time Paige says it, they’ve crossed a line in their friendship and she kind of wants to cross a couple more. By this point, Paige is pretty sure she’s at least a little in love with her best friend. It had been okay when she’d first got to UConn, the distance between them allowing Paige to ignore her feelings that had become unbearably intense over the covid year she’d spent with the Fudds. And then the thing she’d worked her ass off to make happen had happened and Azzi had come to UConn. It wasn’t that she wasn’t happy to have Azzi here. With her being injured for most of her sophomore season, there’s no one else Paige would have rather had by her side through it all. It was the playing platonic that drove her a little insane. Because somewhere between the arguing over nothing and the talking about everything, Azzi had stopped being her best friend and had become something more. 

It all comes to a head during a mid-April night at Ted’s. They’re partially still in mourning for their national championship loss and so it’s not really a surprise that the team is perhaps a little freer with the alcohol than they normally are. It’s definitely the alcohol that has Paige seething in jealousy at Azzi nonchalantly flirting with some random girl who had had the nerve to buy the brunette a drink. And it’s definitely the alcohol that makes her march over angrily and squeeze herself between the two girls. But it might be a little much to blame the half a glass of spiked shirley Paige had had for the way she wraps her arms around Azzi’s waist, leaning into the younger girl’s personal space in a way that is decidedly not platonic.

“Hi love,” she whispers, blinking her eyes up at a rather confused Azzi, who despite said confusion, doesn’t push her away. Instead, Azzi’s arms circle around Paige’s neck. It’s muscle memory really. But now they’re far closer than appropriate for two best friends and Paige swears she can make out every detail on Azzi’s face. Her eyes fixate on Azzi’s throat as the darker-skinned girl swallows, a sign of nervous anticipation, and she fights the visceral urge to bite down on Azzi’s neck and leave a mark so permanent, no other girl would ever have the audacity to look at what’s hers. 

“Oh, I didn’t know,” she hears the offending flirt say.

“Well now you do,” Paige replies before Azzi can respond, keeping her eyes focused on the girl in front of her, “she’s not interested.”

The sound of feet scurrying away makes Paige smirk. Azzi raises her eyes but doesn’t make a move to pull away. 

“You looked like you needed help,” the blond lies blatantly, “and I’m nothing if not helpful.”

“Is that what you were doing? Trying to be helpful?” Azzi asks, a coy smile playing on her lips as she presses closer to Paige, “because I could have sworn you were jealous.”

Paige’s breath hitches as she focuses on the way Azzi says those words, the way her lips quirk and her eyes sparkle, because it’s not the alcohol this time, no she’s pretty damn sure Azzi’s flirting with her. The realization sets her heart ablaze and she grips Azzi’s waist even tighter, trying to find something stable to hold onto. 

“And if- if I was-  if I was jealous, then what?”

“I’d tell you, you didn’t really have a reason to be. She wasn’t really my type.”

“Yeah,” Paige can’t help but smirk, suddenly feeling a surge of confidence, “what is your type Azzi?”

Azzi hums, her shy smile a response in itself. They’re so close now, with their chests pressed up against each other, that Paige can hear the erratic thrum of Azzi’s heart beating. It’s comforting in a way, to know that she has the effect on Azzi too, that she’s the reason Azzi’s breathing is so uneven. Subconsciously, Paige leans in, eyes tracing the outline of Azzi’s lips, her entire body wracked with want. 

“Azzi,” she whispers, knocking her forehead against the other girl’s, “tell me to stop.” 

Anticipation burns against Paige’s skin, the feeling of finally racing through her body. She’s hypnotized by the way they seem to be breathing as one. Her eyes close of their own accord and she can almost feel the taste of Azzi’s lips when the brunette presses a gentle hand against her chest. 

“Stop,” Azzi whispers. 

Paige’s eyes fly open. Stung, she lets go of Azzi’s waist immediately, the tears ready to fall. She’d been so sure she’d read the moment right-

“Hey, hey no Paige wait,” Azzi scrambles to grab onto the blonde, fully aware of the panic that has settled into the other girl's bones, “I didn’t- I just- I didn’t mean it like that. I- fuck sorry, I don’t- I want-” she takes in a deep breath, her brain unable to speak her mind, “I want to kiss you, I do- I just don’t want our first kiss to be in front of all these people.”

The last part is a little mumbled but Paige hears it clear as day. She gapes at her best friend, not sure if she wants to shake her or jump her bones (both, definitely both). 

“You couldn’t have just said that?” Paige asks exasperatedly, “I don’t really take rejection well in case you haven’t noticed.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I panicked, you were so close and I was distracted,” Azzi rambles incoherently and Paige is so ridiculously endeared by this girl. 

“Azzi,” she says slowly, stepping back into the younger girl's space, and holding out a hand, “you wanna get out of here?”

She’s rewarded with a bright smile and Azzi  grabbing her outstretched hand with no hesitation. As the two of them make their way through the crowd, hands locked together, Paige can’t think of a moment where she’s felt this ecstatic. They stumble through the street towards their apartments, giggling like kindergarteners who’ve just been given a sweet treat. After a year, longer, of holding it in, Paige feels like she’s finally free. 

They’ve barely made it to Paige’s room, before she has Azzi pinned against the wall causing the younger girl to let out an audible gasp. It’s sinful the way she looks up at Paige, as if she’d do anything for her. And god Paige wants to find out just how much she can push that. 

“Tell me to stop,” Paige repeats her words from the bar, her right thumb coming up to  lightly caressing Azzi’s bottom lip. She’s giving her an out, a last chance before they cross a line in their friendship that they’ll never be able to uncross. But her words evoke a new fire in Azzi’s eyes and Paige just knows. 

“Absolutely not.”

She’s not sure who kisses who first, doesn’t really care but she knows she’s never felt anything quite like this. It’s something beyond sparks, something more exciting, yet something ever so calming. All she knows is she wants more. Her hands roam everywhere, moving from Azzi’s neck, to her arms, to her hips before moving even lower. And Azzi fucking whimpers, the sound of it causing Paige to press even harder against her. She pulls away and Azzi chases her lips for a second, before Paige attaches them to the younger girl’s neck instead. 

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this,” Paige manages to get out, biting against Azzi’s skin. She means to be soft, she really does but all she can think about is leaving a mark, a possessive bruise that would make sure everyone knew not to touch what was hers.

“Not longer than me,” Azzi’s hands are tangled in Paige's hair and she’s putty in the older girl’s hand. Paige could ask anything of her, and Azzi’s sure, she’d give it to her in a heartbeat. 

“I’m gonna make it worth the wait,” Paige pants, moving away from the brunette’s neck to kiss her again, “I promise.”

“Gonna show me what the hype is about?” Azzi says cheekily, as Paige pulls her onto the bed. She climbs on top of the blond, straddling her thighs. 

“Gonna show you even better,” Paige whispers and Azzi shivers at the promise in her voice. And then Paige’s lips her on hers again, desperate and impatient. Her hands work meticulously as she unbuttons Azzi’s blouse, leaving the young girl’s upper body bare. Azzi can't help the insecurity that creeps into her when Paige stares at her like that, like she’s seeing her for the first time. 

“You’re so fucking perfect,” Paige says, erasing away the doubt, “fuck, marry me.”

Paige doesn’t know why that slips out, doesn’t know why it rolls off her tongue so smoothly, doesn’t know why it doesn’t feel like a completely preposterous thing to say at the moment. 

“You say that to all your hookups?” Azzi asks slowly. It’s said light-heartedly enough but the hints of doubt aren’t hard to catch. In one swift motion, Paige flips them so that Azzi’s lying underneath her. Using her elbows, she hovers over the younger girl, making sure she can see the sincerity in her eyes. 

“No, no I don't. And you,” she says pointedly, needing Azzi to understand how she feels, “are not a hookup.”

Azzi smiles, arms wrapping around Paige’s neck, “maybe take me out on a date first and then we can talk about marriage.”

“Yeah, yeah I will but,” Paige grins devilishly, fingers dancing around the waistband of Azzi’s jeans, “I think I’ll fuck you first.

3. on the brink of destruction (maybe you’ll catch me)

The third time Paige says it, she’s desperately trying to save them from falling apart. They’ve always known this moment would come, known it even before they’d known each other. To play in the WNBA had always been the end-goal for both of them and it should be the happiest moment of their lives with both of them being guaranteed first-round picks who were likely to make a roster. But the whole thing comes with the caveat, that for the first time in almost four years, Paige and Azzi will have to learn to live apart from each other. 

Paige hadn’t even considered that it would mean they’d have to break up. The whole season, despite a thousand and one conversations about the draft, the idea hadn’t once been brought up. Long distance would be difficult, Paige knew that, but she’d figured they’d tackle it in the same way they’d faced everything else: together. Apparently Azzi thought differently. Apparently Azzi had been thinking about it for a while and last night, when she’d finally said the words out loud, Paige’s whole world had fallen off balance. She’d tried interrupting but once Azzi had her mind set on something, it was hard to deter her.

It’s been less than 24 hours since and KK and Ice have done everything in their power to distract her but Paige can’t stop thinking about it. If she hadn’t known Azzi for as long as she had, then maybe she would have believed the façade of coldness and practicality that her girlfriend had put on. She had spoken as if she was negotiating the end of a contract, her face set firmly on neutral. But Paige had seen the way she was fidgeting uncontrollably with the hem of her shirt, heard the little crack in her voice when she’d said the actual words out loud. 

“Was she at breakfast?” Paige asks, interrupting whatever spiel KK had been going on. The sophomore gives her a look that veers between irritation and sympathy. 

“Dude, we weren’t even at breakfast. We ate with you up here, remember?”

“Right,” Paige says, mindlessly thumbing at her sheets. She’s in unfamiliar territory, trying to navigate a world without Azzi. She can’t even remember the last morning she’d had that didn’t start with some form of communication with her girlfriend, a good morning kiss or a text or a call. 

“Y’all are being stupid,” Ice supplies unhelpfully. 

“Don’t even start,” Paige quips back defensively, “I didn’t do anything.”

“Maybe that’s the issue,” KK’s report is met with a well-aimed pillow in her direction. 

“Can you guys maybe just take my side for once please?”

“Children of divorce don’t choose sides,” Ice says solemnly. She has the foresight to duck and Paige’s water bottle hits the wall with a resounding thud, “aye no violence.”

“Fuck off and go away,” Paige groans, burying her face in her hands. 

“This is literally my room,” Ice replies and KK snickers. 

“I’m so glad my misery amuses you guys.”

Before either of the two underclassmen can reply, a familiar voice resounds around the room and Paige’s heart almost beats out of her chest. It’s been less than 24 hours but fuck, she’s missed the sound of it.

“Ice do you have- oh.”

“Hi Azzi,” KK says enthusiastically and Paige can already picture the forced smile Azzi gives her. She hates that stupid smile. 

“Hey KK. I- uh, Ice I was looking for the  necklace you borrowed. I- uh wanted to wear it with my dress for the draft, but umm- it’s- it’s fine. I’ll come back later.”

Paige scoffs, suddenly annoyed. She lifts her head from her hands and Azzi’s already looking at her but the minute their eyes meet, she looks away. It only irritates Paige further. 

“It’s fine Az. I can get it for you now,” Ice says, hopping up and rummaging through one of her. 

“No it’s fine, I should go. I have to go do…something.”

“You’re such a fucking liar,” Paige says before she can stop herself. The awkwardness in the air changes to a sinister tension. KK and Ice wear identical expressions of shock and worry, looking back and forth between Paige and Azzi.

“Excuse me?” Azzi says eyes narrowing dangerously. 

“All that bullshit you said last night. You said we’d still be friends. You said it’d be like we used to be before. You said things wouldn’t change that much and this would be for the better. You said we’d be fine. But fucking hell Azzi, you can’t even stand to be in the same room as me right now,” tears prickle in her eyes and she can’t tell if they’re from anger or pain or frustration. 

“I-It will be okay. We’ll be fine, eventually,” Azzi pauses, struggling to get the words out, “I just- we just- we need time to learn how to be just friends again.”

“I don’t want to be just friends Azzi,” Paige spits. 

“Neither do I,” Azzi bursts out, hands clenching, “but we have to try.”

“Oh-kay,” KK cuts in, noticing the rise in voices, “just because Ice and I call ourselves children of divorce, doesn’t mean y’all have to act like an actual divorced couple. All this yelling is not good for my heart.”

“Shut up KK,” they snap at the same time, and KK immediately raises her hands in surrender. 

“Why,” Paige turns her attention back to Azzi, “why do we have to try? You don’t want to be just friends. I sure as shit don’t want to be just friends. So what’s the fucking point? When neither of us want this, why are we fucking doing this?”

“Because I’m scared okay?” Azzi yells, her eyes widening as the truth slips out. She immediately cups her mouth, her anger fading away. Tears pool at the corner of her eyes, as emotions she’d been trying so hard to push down, bubble to the surface. She sees the way Paige eyes soften, can feel the sympathy in the way KK and Ice are looking at her, but before any of them can say anything, her feet are moving, desperate to get away from them, from Paige. 

“Paige,” Ice hisses when the blond stays rooted in place, “move.”

It does the trick, shaking Paige out of her trance. She doesn’t need to be told twice. When she gets to Azzi’s room, she stops outside the door. The goal is to fix things but she’s so scared of damaging them further. Taking a deep breath, she lets herself in and is unsurprised to find Azzi pacing the length of the room. 

“You have ‘got to stop running away from me. I’m not as young as I used to be,” Paige jokes. She’s not expecting a smile in return, the situation is far too tense, but when Azzi looks at her with nothing but sadness, all the humour leaves her body. 

“Please leave me alone,” Azzi whispers,  “please don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

“You’re the one making this harder Az. We don’t have to do this,” Paige takes a step forward, groaning when Azzi immediately takes a step back. 

“We do because otherwise we’re gonna fall apart. You don’t see it but we’re gonna end up resenting each other because we miss each other so much,” Azzi says miserably, the tears freely falling now. 

“You think I’ll miss you less if you’re not my girlfriend? You think breaking up is going to stop us from falling apart?” Paige asks incredulously, “you know you’ve had some stupid ideas before Azzi, but this, this one might be the dumbest yet.”

“Well, do you have a better one?” Azzi asks, throwing her hands in the air. 

“Yes, let’s just get married instead! Then we’ll have to be stuck with each other for life and you can stop trying to break up with me,” and maybe it’s somewhat of an irrational thing to say but Paige finds that she means it.

“Paige,” Azzi grits out, “this is serious.”

“I’m being dead serious right now actually.”

“Marriage is not going to stop us from being drafted to different teams. It’s not gonna stop us from having to live in different states.”

“Neither is breaking up,” Paige yells. Frustrated, she marches over to Azzi, encircling her arms around the other girl who immediately struggles against Paige's hold but the blonde is in no mood to let this, whatever it is, go on any further. 

“Let me go-”

“No. It’s my turn to talk okay,” Paige says, tightening her grip, “get this through your head, we are not breaking up.”

She pinches Azzi’s waist when the younger girl tries to protest. Her girlfriend is nothing if not stubborn but so is Paige. 

“You know I barely slept last night? I’ve been so fucking miserable all day. I’ve spent every minute thinking about you, every minute missing you. And if we do this, that feeling of missing you and knowing I can’t have you, is how I’m going to feel for the rest of my life. And that, that might kill me. I know you think it’ll be easier being friends or whatever but I can’t do that Azzi. I can’t be your friend. I can’t be near you and not kiss you. I can’t call you and not tell you I love you,” Paige’s voice breaks near the end as tears begin to stream down her face. 

“I’m scared. I’m so scared. I don’t want to lose you,” Azzi confesses in a whisper and it’s heartbreaking how vulnerable the darker-skinned girl sounds. 

“Then don’t. Keep me and let me keep you. I know you're scared baby but,” Paige presses her forehead against Azzi’s, “but trust me Azzi, we’ll make it work okay. I need you to believe that. I need you to believe in us. Please Azzi, please.”

Azzi closes her eyes and Paige can almost see the cogs turning in her brain. Waiting for a decision is excruciating and the silence feels deafening as Paige’s intrusive thoughts drive her a little insane. 

“Okay,” Azzi breathes out finally, “okay we’ll try it your way. But if it doesn’t work-”

“It’s going to work,” Paige says determinedly. And finally, Azzi smiles, the real one that Paige loves. 

“It’s going to work,” she repeats back, leaning up to kiss Paige and letting out an ungraceful squawk when Paige dodges her lips, “excuse me.”

“You don’t get a kiss,” the older girl replies, moving out of reach and crossing her arms, “you just tried to break up with me. Twice.”

“I’m sorry,” Azzi whines, “please, I haven’t kissed you for hours.”

“And whose fault is that?” Paige accuses but there’s no true anger behind her words. 

Azzi pouts for a second before it’s replaced by a mischievous smirk. Before Paige can react, she jumps onto the blond, wrapping her arms around Paige’s neck. The impact of it causes Paige to stumble back a little bit before her hands settle on Azzi's hips to keep them both stable. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” Azzi babbles, kissing every inch of Paige’s face. 

“Okay, okay, okay, you’re forgiven.” Paige laughs. She’s never been particularly good at staying mad at Azzi. The knot in her chest, which’s been pressing against her ribcage since last night, finally unravels as Paige tugs Azzi closer, finally pressing their lips together in a passionate kiss. A low wolf-whistle from the doorway breaks them apart far sooner than they’d have liked. 

“Y’all didn’t even last a whole 24 hours,” KK’s voice is amused but there’s a hint of relief hidden in it. 

“Should’ve closed the fucking door,” Paige grumbles as Azzi giggles into the crevice between her head and her neck. 

“That’s gotta be a record for shortest breakup ever or something,” and there’s Ice, looking equally as amused. 

“You know what that means though, parents are back together and,” KK smirks at Ice and Paige looks between the two of them questioningly, “you owe me 50 bucks.”

“Excuse me?” Paige asks with a raised eyebrow, although she’s pretty sure she already knows. 

“Ice said y’all would be broken up for a week. I gave y’all three days,” KK grins triumphantly, despite Ice giving her a dirty look. 

“I can’t believe you guys would bet on us,” Azzi shakes her head disapprovingly as she lifts her head, “actually no scratch that. I’m not surprised at all.”

“We were too generous with it though,” Ice gives them a knowing look, “can’t believe y’all thought you could survive for years.”

“Not y’all,” Paige corrects, “just Azzi.”

Azzi groans, “you’re never gonna let me forget this are you?”

“Nope,” Paige says happily, pressing a kiss to Azzi’s temple, who immediately grins. And everything in the world is right again. It’s not going to be easy being god knows how many miles apart, but Paige knows they’ll be fine. They have to be. She won’t let them be anything else. 

4. the high of it all (as long as you hold me)

The fourth time she says it, Paige doesn’t even fully remember it the day after. She won’t find out exactly what she’s said until a couple of years into the future when Azzi tells her the story with a fond look in her eye. It’s a month or so into their rookie seasons when their respective teams meet: the Lynx vs the Mystics, funny how that had worked out. So far, they’d both been doing well, locked in a competitive race for rookie of the year. As a result, their matchup is well-hyped, but no one’s more excited for it, than the two of them. 

The game ends with the Lynx winning and Paige shoots Azzi a victorious smirk which earns her a familiar eye roll. She loves winning always but this time there’s the additional reward of having her girlfriend back in her bed for the first time in weeks. The anticipation of it has her running her tongue across her lips, and with the way Azzi’s eyes glaze over, it’s clear they’re thinking the same thing. 

A couple of hours later, the Lynx team is spread out across one of the bars near their arena and Paige is definitely teetering on the edge of being drunk. She’d been a lot more reserved the other couple of times they’d done this, not wanting to take the chance of potentially embarrassing herself in front of her older teammates. But she feels freer tonight and the reason for it hasn't walked in yet.

“You two haven’t changed at all huh?” Dorka laughs, as she watches Paige pouting at the door. 

“Hey,” Paige whines, “I haven’t seen her in months! And now she’s taking too long.”

“One month,” Dorka corrects, shaking her head fondly, “and you talk to her every other hour.” 

“Same differ-”

“Hi,” an unfamiliar voice cuts Paige off, an auburn haired girl sliding into the stool next to her, “you’re Paige Bueckers?”

“Last time I checked,” Paige replies goofily, eyes still fixed on the front door. 

“I’m Shay. I’m a huge fan,” the stranger gushes, her smile radiant, “could I maybe get a picture?”

Never one to disappoint, especially not when she’s a little out of it, Paige nods. She wraps her arm casually around Shay’s shoulder, and makes a peace sign with her other hand as the other girl takes a selfie. 

“Thank you,” Shay takes a deep breath, “I uh, I was wondering if I could maybe get your num-”

“Babyyyyyy,” Paige lets out a shrill squeak as she spots her girlfriend finally entering the door. All else seems to fade away as the blonde practically skips towards her girlfriend. Dorka, who’d been watching the previous exchange, can’t help but give a very shell-shocked-looking Shay a sympathetic smile. 

“Hi babyyyy,” Paige croons again as she throws her arms around her girlfriend's neck, burying her face contentedly into Azzi’s neck. It doesn’t matter that she’s an inch or so taller than the younger girl, she fits in Azzi’s arms pretty perfectly. 

“Hi drunkie,” Azzi says fondly, brushing her hands through Paige’s hair and eliciting a happy sigh from the inebriated blond in her arms, “started without me I see.”

“You took too long and I was bored,” Paige says, snuggling further, her breath tickling against Azzi’s collarbone, making the younger girl’s breath hitch. Smirking, Paige bites down gently, knowing the exact effect it’ll have. Almost five years together, and the idea of marking her girlfriend still drives her a little insane. 

“Behave,” Azzi warns, her voice breathy, “we’re in public.”

“Then let’s get out of public,” Paige whispers as she caresses the mark she’s just left on Azzi’s throat with her tongue, clearly proud of her handiwork, “let me take you home.”

“I just got here babe,” it’s a weak response, they both know it. 

“So what?”

“I-,” Azzi stutters as Paige continues to pepper kisses into her neck, one of her hands sliding down to brush against Azzi’s exposed navel, “I haven’t even said hi to anyone else.”

“Are you here for anyone else? Or are you here for me?” 

It’s a blur how it happens, but one minute Paige is tucked under Azzi’s arms, the next Azzi finds herself pressed against the bar, Paige's hands barricading her. It's too dimly lit for anyone to be fully aware of what’s going on but Azzi desperately tries to stifle a moan when Paige shifts so that she’s filthily grinding against one of Azzi’s thighs, lips still attached to her neck. 

“Gonna make you feel so good baby. Gonna give you whatever you want. Gonna give you everything you need,” the blond promises, knowing, when Azzi’s eyes involuntarily close, that she’s close to getting what she wants, “just let me take you home.”

“Azzi!” The feeling of getting her way is short lived as Dorka’s voice echoes around them. Paige groans as her girlfriend’s eyes immediately fly open and she ducks under Paige arms to hug their old UConn teammate.

As the two other girls meet, Paige downs another drink, mumbling about “fucking Hungarians.”

“Ignore her,” Azzi rolls her eyes, still hugging Dorka, who lets out a laugh. 

“Alright that’s enough,” Paige frowns, pulling Azzi back into her so that her back is pressed against Paige’s chest, “go find your own Azzi to hug, this one’s mine and we’re leaving.”

Sober Paige does not get testy when Azzi hugs other people, especially not old teammates and friends, well not a lot anyway. But drunk Paige doesn’t like sharing her girlfriend, no matter how platonically that is. 

“Always so possessive Bueckers,” Dorka teases, but she complies  “it was good seeing you Az. Don’t be late to practice Paige.”

The blond point guard lets out a satisfied sigh, lacing her hands with Azzi’s, “see you’ve met people, now can we please go?”

“I’ve met one person,” Azzi rolls her eyes but doesn’t put up a fight as her girlfriend begins to pull her out of the bar. 

The uber ride back to Paige’s apartment is relatively silent with Paige tucking herself into Azzi, who can tell that despite her previous eagerness, her girlfriend is pretty likely to pass out the minute she lies down. It doesn’t matter really. Cuddles. Sex. Whatever. As long as it’s with Paige, Azzi loves every minute of it. Besides, there’s always tomorrow morning. 

“M’sorry, m’so tired,” Paige mumbles as she does exactly what Azzi had expected by flopping onto the bed the minute they tumble into the bedroom, “make it up to you tomorrow. I promise.”

The brunette shakes her head with a smile, taking both their shoes off, before lying down next to her girlfriend, who immediately curls into her, wrapping her arms around Azzi’s torso. 

“I’m glad you’re here. I missed you,” she whispers into Azzi’s skin, eyes closed. 

“Missed you too baby,” the darker skinned girl pressed a kiss onto her girlfriend’s forehead, squeezing her arm gently. 

There’s a pause and for a second Azzi thinks maybe Paige has fallen asleep until the next words come out her mouth and steal Azzi’s breath away. 

“I can’t wait to marry you,” Paige confesses in a whisper, “you’re gonna make the prettiest bride. We’re gonna have such a beautiful wedding. Outside. Maybe on a basketball court.  And Coach is gonna officiate it and everyone’s gonna be there. Our family, our friends and it’s gonna be wonderful. The best ever.”

Azzi can’t bring herself to speak, the emotions suddenly becoming a little too strong. She knows Paige is drunk but the words are so sincere, like they’re things Paige has been thinking about for a long time. 

“Gonna have two kids,” Paige smiles as she continues to babble, unaware of the effect that has on Azzi, “a girl and a boy. They’re gonna be the most loved kids in the world. And we’re gonna teach them basketball. And they’re gonna be perfect, just like you. Just like us.”

In the silence, Azzi listens to Paige’s breathing even out, a sign that the older girl has drifted into sleep. And she lets herself imagine the picture Paige had just painted for her. As she holds her girlfriend closer to her, she knows she wants that life too. The wedding. The kids. The perfection of it all. She falls asleep dreaming about it, unaware that hidden in the drawer right next to her, is a ring that has her name on it. 

5. finding forever (the inevitability of us) 

When Paige finally proposes, they’re back at the Minnesota State Fair. She’s had the ring for a couple of years now, waiting for things to fall into place so that they could finally play on the same team and actually be together. That hadn’t been an easy process and of course, they’d argued about it, perhaps going a little too far at times. But now, when she finally gets to wake up to Azzi’s peaceful sleepy smile, every single morning, it all seems worth it. 

The proposal, if Paige is honest, is just a formality. In her head, she’s been a married woman for a long time. Whatever ceremony they’d have, whatever papers they’d sign, wouldn’t do much to alter their already domestic lives. But she wanted that celebration, the moment with her family and friends where they’d become bound in the one way they weren’t yet: legally. And this proposal was the start of that. 

The list of ideas she’d planned out and discussed with their family and friends was long and had earned her plenty of sighs and eye rolls. Nothing had seemed quite right until she’d whined about it to both their mothers. They’d said to go back to the beginning and it had all clicked into place. 

As they have every year since they’d started coming to the state fair together, they’re engaged in a competition again. Every year, they get a little bit more competitive and every year their families' sighs get a little heavier. Something about it, makes the two of them reverse back to being fifteen. The ridiculous trash talk, the sticking their tongues out at each other, the exaggerated pouting when they lose, it’s all further proof of them still being children at heart. Except now, when Azzi pouts, Paige gets to kiss it off. 

They’re tied again this summer, as they seem to be most years. Though this year, there’s been a little bit of planning on Paige’s part. 

“Pop-a-shot it is,” Azzi sighs, “even though you absolutely cheated on that last hole in mini golf,” she turns to their families, who normally would have left by now but have stayed back today, with a dramatic spin, “and I can’t believe you all saw it, but you’re taking her side.”

“Not me Azzi, I’m on your side. I know she cheated,” Drew, the traitor, chirps with a smirk and Paige glares at her little brother whose loyalty to her girlfriend never wavers. 

“Thank you Drew. The only person who loves me for real,” Azzi puts one hand to her heart, and ruffles the younger boy’s with the other. 

“Save the dramatics for when you lose babe,” Paige says, rolling her eyes, “alright rock paper scissors.”

They play best of three as they always do. Paige wins the first round. Azzi wins the second. There’s momentary panic when Azzi technically wins the third because well, Paige sort of needs to be in control if this is going to work. The thing is Azzi likes to mix up whether she’ll choose to go first or second, according to her it keeps Paige on her toes. But today Paige really needs her girlfriend to go second. 

“Oh Az no cheating,” Tim cuts in, coming to the rescue, “you waited to see what she’d do.”

“WHAT?” Azzi squeals, “I absolutely did not.”

“Oh honey, I think you did,” Katie sends Paige a wink and she can’t help but smile at the family she’s found. 

“You’re not serious,” Azzi says with a betrayed voice, squinting at her parents, before turning to Paige’s mom, who gives her a consoling pat, “please adopt me.”

“Oh quit whining cheater,” Paige teases, “I’m going first.”

She steps up to the line for the game, feeling more nervous than she ever has really because this is it. There isn’t really a world in which she thinks Azzi will say no, at least not one where Paige continues breathing after. But she needs this to be perfect. Bouncing the ball for a second, she takes in a deep breath before raising her arms and shooting. It goes in, barely touching the room. So does the next. And the next one and the next one, until Paige has gotten nine shots in. 

As she goes to shoot the last one, Azzi's voice echoes around her, “miss it for me babe.”

And she does. It’s probably one of the weakest shot’s she’s ever taken in her life, the ball falling far below the basket. Behind her, she can hear their brother’s snickering. 

“Damn someone should send that to Coach,” Azzi teases, hip-checking Paige as she comes to take her spot, “better luck next time baby.”

“Yeah, yeah let’s see you do better,” Paige replies cockily, but her hands are sweating with nerves. 

“Oh you know I will,” her girlfriend responds with a grin, as she makes the first basket, that same perfect arc as always. Paige holds her breath on every shot, as the ball goes in flawlessly every time, their families cheering loudly for each one of them. As the last basket gets closer, Drew gives Paige’s hand a tight squeeze and gets a grateful smile in return. 

Taking a deep breath, as Azzi gets ready to take her last turn, Paige repeats the same words she’d said, the first time they’d been in this situation, “if you make the last shot, you have to marry me.”

“What?” Azzi whips around immediately, her eyes bright with confusion. Tongue-tied, Paige only shrugs and smiles, watching closely as Azzi lets the words sink in. A determined look crosses her face, followed by a mischievous smirk, and Paige’s heart swells. She knows the ball is going in the hoop even before the other girl's arms are in shooting position. And she’s right. The ball arcs in air and falls through the basket. And instead of the patent WINNER that normally lights up when someone makes the 10 shots, a new phrase appears on the dashboard. 

MARRY ME

Azzi gasps, hands flying to her mouth. When she whirls around, Paige is already on one knee and their families are watching with the biggest smiles. 

“I knew you lost on purpose,” Azzi breathes out, “you’ve never taken such a shit shot like that last one in your life.”

“Seriously,” Paige gapes up at her, “that’s what you get from this.”

“Babe, you hate losing,” Azzi emphasizes as if that explains everything and well, maybe it does.

“Yeah, yeah I do,” Paige nods, reaching in her back pocket to pull out the ring, “but if you say yes to me today, then it doesn’t matter if I win or lose in a stupid arcade game, or on the court or anywhere, if you say yes Azzi, no matter what, I’ll always be a winner because I’ll have you. And I had a slightly better, slightly longer speech planned but it’s kinda all gone from my mind now, so I’ll just get right to it,” she manages a watery smile in response to her girlfriend’s tearful laugh, “Azzi, my soulmate and the love of my life, will you marry me?”

“Yes. Oh my god yes, of course, yes,” Azzi manages to get out, before she falls to her knees and into Paige’s arms, pressing her lips fervently against the blonde’s, their happy tears mixing into each other. Behind them, their families burst into cheers, hugging one another in congratulations.

“Wait, wait,” Paige pulls away, her smile stretching across her whole face, “I need to put the ring on you.”

She opens the ring box, to reveal a silver band that’s designed with a large diamond in the shape of a heart in the middle with two infinity shapes made out of smaller diamonds on each side of the heart. Azzi holds out her hand, eyes shining as Paige slips it onto her ring finger. It sparkles underneath the glow of the moonlight. 

“You finally got me a real one,” she whispers, continuing to admire the ring, “fuck, Paige it’s beautiful.”

“Yeah, yeah it took me a couple of years but I always knew I would. Look at the inside,” Paige nudges and Azzi squints to see the inscription on the inner edge of the ring. 

Since Always

The meaning of it is clear and Azzi lets out something in between a sob and a laugh before throwing herself back into Paige’s waiting arms. 

“I love you,” she whispers into her girlfriend’s, no, her fiance’s ears, “I can’t wait to be your wife.”

Paige’s arms tighten around Azz as she repeats it back, the word wife, evoking a newfound feeling she doesn’t quite know how to put in words. Their families begin to crowd them, until they’re all just a heap of bodies, likely earning some odd looks from passers-by. But it really doesn’t matter. It’s odd to think there had ever been a time when Paige had stood in this same cool Minnesota summer evening breeze and not know what love was, not known who Azzi was. Because this right here, with her fiancé in her arms, and their family all around them, this, she thinks, is the definition of love.

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𝔻ℙ𝕊 𝔻𝕒𝕥𝕖 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

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𝔸𝕤𝕙𝕖:

Due to Ashe being, well Ashe. You’d think she wouldn’t do dates or much romance, but surprisingly yes! Much preferring calmer and simple dates.

Has set up your private room at her base, [Whether you live there or just visit] so she’ll set up in there.

She has very little experience, but with you she tries, and often succeeds. Flirts a lot, but you get all her real attention.

During her Deadlock days she’s gathered a pretty penny, and she’s willing to spend plenty of that on you. Even if you deny her, it won’t stop her.

Absolutely adores when you cuddle up to her, holding you back and closer. All the while making sure both of you are comfortable before falling asleep herself.

***

Ashe’s day was rough, and returning to you made the world around her seen non existant. Able to fall into your arms and the many, many blankets. Tugging you closer into her arms as she got under them.

Quickly enough she noticed your breathing evening out, looking just in time to see your eyes shut. Only able to chuckle at that, she just arrived and you were already out like a light.

Leaning down to leave a gentle kiss on your forehead, pulling away, and in the dim lighting was barely able to see the mark she left. Her thumb brushed over it as she thought.

It didn’t take long for her to do it again. And again.

ℂ𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕪:

If he’s being honest here, he had and still does, no clue what to do. But likely he found something, and that was heading out for a drink and maybe some food.

Mostly takes you to some bars and a few pubs when hungry.

He tries, and comes off real smooth yet kinda awkward. (He hasn’t done this in a while.)

Has very little to his, nothing legally. So he won’t spend much of the little he still has, but he will steal anything for you. (Be the distraction, please.)

Still awkward, but now he’s calmed down a bit. He’ll walk you to your residence before asking for a second date.

***

“C’mon now darlin’, don’t let this old dog down.” There he went again. You weren’t sure what would happen if he had a few drinks, but definitely not a flirty drunk. But luckily enough he stuck with you no matter what.

Also meaning you were subjected to all his flirting.

“Cassidy, again, you brought me here.”

“Did I? I mean why wouldn’t I, a catch like you with me, obviously.”

𝔼𝕔𝕙𝕠:

She’ll adapt to what you enjoy, but if she was given the choice it would be a movie.

While she would prefer staying at home or base, wanting your time together to be, well together. Although she wouldn’t be against the movie theatre.

Has no experience. But throughout your time together and even before, she’s always learning, especially what you prefer.

It’s likely Winston finds out and gives her the money. Using that on snacks and tickets if needed. Otherwise most of it is spent on you.

Will walk you to your room before leaving, finding Winston or Mercy to talk about it.

***

“Echo!” Turning around to find Winston making his way closer, one hand was closed, holding something likely for her.

“Oh Winston!”

“I was informed about the date, and was able to gather these.” He dropped the things into her open ones, revealing plenty of money. Especially more than enough in notes to pay for anything needed.

“Thank you, I’m sure Y/N will also appreciate the help.” With that she floated off, on her way to your room. Now she had this, all she needed to do was confirm with you.

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕚:

He’ll drag you to a nearby arcade. But if you’re up in Japan he’ll bring you to one he frequented as a child / teen.

Either place will be loud, bright and flashy. Unless you become uncomfortable with anything he’ll actually enough the kids.

Hasn’t really lost his spark, but due to his death and scarring he might need some help.

Has a bit more than needed, so he’s paying for the whole night. Please don’t try to argue with him.

Afterwards he’ll take you out for food, your choice.

***

Compared to the cold winds outside Genji’s metal hand felt warm, likely from your own heat. Never changing or letting go when you entered the arcade, only pulling you around the place.

And you’d think someone who fights for his life almost every day would be able to win at a basic claw machine, right?

Well you’d be wrong. You watched as he failed time after time before almost giving up, before he finally caught one. It was small and simple but he beamed at you while holding it towards you.

It was a cute [Favourite animal] that held a heart, and there were plenty of other animals inside. Once he realized, now not focused on yours, he was determined to have a matching one.

ℍ𝕒𝕟𝕫𝕠:

He’ll much prefer something calming but able to be sentimental, like painting together.

Depending on the activity you’ll either stay home or go to a private studio for the time.

Has very little experience, he tries by giving you gifts. (Please let him know it works.)

He will spend plenty of money on the tools and wood, willing to get anything for the date and you.

You’ll be walked back to your house / room, and when he gets back to his own he’ll place all your gifts onto their dedicated shelf.

***

The day was spent just silently hanging out together. He sat across from you doing his own thing, which used a few tools. All had been brought in a small bag. While you continued doing your own hobby.

About an hour goes by before he moves from his spot. Turning around to gain your attention, using his empty hand to open your own. As he did his face became red and he looked away slightly.

Only looking back to place the item in your open palm. Which turned out to be a small wooden bow that he just carved. But before you could pull your hand away he also placed a few more things next to the bow.

Revealing them to be smaller, also carved arrows. Each one had either your names or your initials engraved.

This man would be the death of you.

𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕜𝕣𝕒𝕥:

He’ll drag you into his workshop, whether you join him or watch he doesn’t mind.

As a criminal he can’t go very far, so you’ll stay in his workshop.

He fully believes he’s romantic, tries but ultimately fails. Has no clue what he is actually doing.

Jamison has almost none, but he can’t use it anyways.

Being secretive the whole time pays off, even if he almost blew it many times. Showing off his project while beaming.

***

For the first few hours you willingly stayed with Jamison in his workshop. But after a while it was clear he wasn’t going to let you see, so without him noticing you left. The rest of your time was spent sitting outside the room while you heard him working away.

Before you knew it he had left the room, almost rushing past you. Luckily turning around in time.

“Oi, why’d you leave?”

“Takin’ to long Jami.”

“Well don’t do that…” He started pouting while reaching into his pocket, pulling out a small box. Placing it into your hands.

“Go on, open it!” Which you would, except there was no way to. Spinning it around until you heard a ‘click.’ The lid opened revealing a small heart rising and spinning, made of scraps and crappily coloured in different shades of red.

“So?”

“I love it Jami.” Leaning over to give him a quick kiss.

𝕄𝕖𝕚:

She focuses on getting to know you rather than an activity or certain place, wanting you to do the same.

You’ll spend that with each other and away from the others, likely at her place or a nearby yet kinda private park.

Due to, you know, being frozen for years, she doesn’t have much experience, even before that but she tries.

The most she spends is on any food and drinks, but is willing to spend more if needed.

Not much, but she won't let you go until you accept the snacks she made for you.

***

It had been hours since you arrived at Mei’s place, and it was finally time to leave. But it was clear she didn’t want you to leave yet, though she wouldn’t stop you. Surely you have plenty of things to be doing.

As she watched you walk off she suddenly remembered her gifts, the cookies!

“Y/N, wait!” And you did, letting you grab what she needed before rushing out. In her hands were a container, only able to see when she got closer. It was full of cookies.

“I made these earlier, almost forgot.” She giggled as she spoke, flushing red.

“Thank you.”

ℙ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕙:

She much prefers simple and calmer date ideas. Turns out building Legos is a good idea, one she should’ve done earlier.

She’ll have you both sitting in the living room, making sure you’re both comfortable as possible. With enough lightning and the tv as background noise.

Work has always gotten in the way of any romance she’s ever tried, so the only things she knows are from asking Ana. But she still tries, even if they cause her to flush red.

Is absolutely willing to spend plenty on different sets. She makes sure you can finish any set you want.

Helping you find the best placement for them. When you leave she takes pictures and sends them to Ana, fully prepared for any teasing from her.

***

When you entered the first thing you saw was another Lego set, it was from the botanical collection. Specifically the Orchids. All built and setting in a [favourite colour] vase. Footsteps pulling you from the scene.

In the doorway stood Fareeha, frozen while her face quickly became red.

“I can explain,” Stepping forwards as she spoke, taking your hands into her own. “I am aware we built some yesterday, but I saw these and they reminded me of you.”

ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕣:

Everyone assumes it’s a meeting, unaware (Except for Sombra) of what is really happening. Just you two spending quality time in silence doing your favourite activities.

He’ll have it set up in a private meeting room further down from the others, or invites you to his room.

Has plenty of experience (Had a wife) so he has learnt his love languages, being acts of service and quality time, although only with you.

Doesn’t need to spend any of his money but will buy anything you want or need for your hobby.

He’s a knitter, so before he leaves he’ll hand you the item he made. Please find him later for thank you cuddles, he will melt, literally.

***

A hand dropped onto your shoulder, if you weren’t a Talon agent it would’ve taken you down. But the metal claws gave away who they belonged to.

“Meeting room 6.” Smoke covered the area as he left, not wanting to stay around longer than necessary. Listening, you also left the area, everyone quickly became quiet.

The room's lights were off, the only light being a lamp behind him and the curtains pulled slightly open. Across the table sat Gabriel, gauntlets removed and thrown next to the yarn.

He was part way through knitting something, a stack of already finished squares. Just next to them sat the items for [activity], seemingly ready for you to start. And start you did, both of you sitting in silence for the next few hours.

𝕊𝕠𝕛𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕟:

She’ll spend a few hours setting up the perfect movie night, snacks, blankets and a selection of movies or shows.

All this will be set up in your shared bedroom so neither of you will have to walk far for any reason.

She’s aware she’s trying to be romantic, just unsure if it’s succeeding. (It has been for a while.)

The only money she’ll need to spend is on the snacks, buying all your favourites.

Likely one of you two will fall asleep during your bingeing, with the other following soon after.

***

You were both on your 3rd movie after finishing a while 4 seasons of an old yet interesting tv show. But by now your eyes started to hurt from all the lights, and your eyelids were starting to shut.

You knew you couldn’t prevent yourself from falling asleep, especially when you were so comfortable. Vivian had set up everything, so she was aware this would happen and was prepared.

She let you lean onto her, wrapping her own arms around you. And when your eyes finally shut, breathing evened out she leaned over and gave you a quick and gentle kiss. Finally following shut, letting the movie play as background noise.

𝕊𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝟟𝟞:

He enjoys simpler date ideas, the chosen one being a walk in the park. Managing to find a quiet and pretty empty day.

While the majority of your time is spent in the park, he’ll take you to a nearby food place. Ice cream or anything else you might crave.

He doesn’t have as much experience as he lets on due to work, he knows what to do. Just a little awkward about it.

For the chosen dates he won’t need much but is willing to splurge a little during so.

If it’s late enough he’ll take you out to lunch or dinner.

***

The air gained a slight chill whenever it passed you, causing Jack to lend you his jacket, sticking close even then. Without realizing the end of the trail arrived, letting both of you stand outside the park.

He looks up before down at his watch, looking for the time. Apparently it wasn’t late enough to finish just yet, so he invited you out for lunch.

“How about lunch, I’ll pay?”

Of course you accepted, free lunch and time spent with Jack. A win-win situation.

𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕓𝕣𝕒:

She tries as much as possible to keep you away from Talon, so she takes you to a concert of your choice.

The stadium is large and unsurprisingly loud, but she makes sure you feel comfortable during all of this.

Is much more flirty rather than romantic, but can be romantic if either of you feel like it.

There’s no need for money when she has everything at her fingertips, although if you really want to she will.

She’ll ‘book’ you two a shared hotel room, putting off returning to Talon. Also wanting to spend time with you.

***

“Ángel~” Her voice would’ve shocked you if she didn’t already blind you with her hands over your eyes. “I have a present for you, and I know you’ll love it!”

The air became cold but only in parts around you. Although she didn’t move it seemed everything else had. The once silent air changed, people talking, walking, even cars were driving.

Her hands were removed revealing the new location. It was a stadium, but not for their normal sports game. Banners and posters showed your favourite band/singer, as they were playing here, today!

And Olivia brought you here, you needed to thank her somehow.

***

Ángel - Angel

𝕊𝕪𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕒:

She plans everything for a fancy dinner date, willing to compromise for something just as fancy but smaller for your comfort.

As long as the place is fancy to a certain degree and has food you both eat she’s willing to have a date there.

Her romantic won’t be noticeable to others, if so won’t be taken as romance. But she prefers acts of kindness, helping you with work and grabbing you things.

While she’s willing to spend a lot on you and your hobbies she does have a limit, although it is pretty high.

Afterwards she’ll have someone drive you both to your place, making sure you’re able to get inside before asking for a second date.

***

As the car slowed to a stop her hand lifted off yours, holding it during the ride. You knew not to open the door, quickly finding out her habit of opening it for you. Only doing it for you though, but neither of you would change that.

When the door was opened she reached for your hand, gently helping you out. Again, her hand didn’t let go of yours until you stepped inside.

“I hope you enjoyed tonight, as I want to ask for another.”

Of course you agreed.

𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕣:

She’ll take you to the movie theater to watch a movie of your choice.

Will go to the theater but also enjoys having home movie nights.

Often enough she’s interrupted by giggling, but she can and has been romantic.

She lets you see the amount, being enough for popcorn, drinks and the tickets.  Before surprising you by buying you both some candy.

On the way home she’ll be ranting about the movie whether it was good or bad. When you both get home she’ll continue on while making sure you’re listening, that’s by trapping you in a cuddle session.

***

“C’mon Love!” Her hand had slipped and was holding onto your wrist instead, but she didn’t let go. The line was surprisingly short, only being a family and a few teenagers so you got to the counter quickly.

“What do you wanna watch?” A quick glance at the options revealed a few good ones, except one stood out.

“How about [Movie]?”

“Yeah, two tickets for [Movie] please!” She continued ordering, getting popcorn and drinks. At first you thought she wasn’t going to get candy, only after she ordered everything else did she get some. Both of you getting cups to choose your candy.

“C’mon then, can’t miss any scenes!”

𝕎𝕚𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕣:

As she is a known criminal she won’t be able to take you very far, but will go stargazing with you.

The chosen hill is far enough from the Talon base but still safe enough, especially when with her.

She tries to be romantic, won't ever be the best due to her transformation but she tries for you.

For any date there won’t be any need for money.

If you’re not part of Talon she’ll make sure you get home safe, if so then she’ll walk you to your room.

***

The air has grown cold, but never becomes freezing. Staying at a comfortable kind of cold, the kind Amélie had grown used to over the years so it didn’t bother her. Yet it affected you, you shivered slightly as if trying to hide it from her.

You should know better by now, when it comes to you she won’t miss a single detail. Wrapping her arms around you, pulling you closer. When you shivered ceased she let you return to watching the stars.

And instead of doing the same her eyes never left your figure. To her you seemed to shine brighter than those stars.

#overwatch x male reader #overwatch x reader #overwatch ashe x reader #ashe x reader #cassidy x reader #echo x reader #genji x reader #hanzo x reader #junkrat x reader #mei x reader #pharah x reader #reaper x reader #sojourn x reader #soldier 76 x reader #sombra x reader #symmetra x reader #tracer x reader #widowmaker x reader #Wisteria♥

[bloomries]

be my valentine!

includes : the demon brothers (lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, and belphegor).

summary : it's valentine's day, how will you spend it with your beloved?

warnings : gn! reader, food mention, valentines is my absolute faaaavorite holiday i love love and hearts and pink and chocolate~

꒰ ��� ꒱ ─── Lucifer

Loves the classics~ gets you a giant bouquet of red roses and has made a special, private reservation just for you two.

Today is really just an excuse to spoil you, Lucifer is secretly happy he gets to do so! Even though he claims Valentine's Day is a little silly, he doesn't miss his chance to celebrate it.

Very romantic and sincere and sweet, ugh, he's perfect~

Taking your hand in his, his thumb gently rubs against your wrist as he smiles at you. "Thank you," He says, a softness in his tone that puts you on edge— it's not often he lets down his walls to be so vulnerable. "For staying with me, and putting up with those idiots... I love you."

"I love you, too." And Lucifer certainly wouldn't mind if you leaned across the table to meet him in a sweet kiss.

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── Mammon

Stayed up all night to try and make you chocolates but somehow failed— however its very last minute and he can't run out so this is what you're getting!

He's actually super nervous about it, getting bashful as he hands you the chocolates.

"If ya don't like 'em you can just throw 'em out," Mammon says, clearing his throat as he avoids eye contact. Burnt chocolates mixed up in a bag, the molds not holding together well and crumbling but you didn't have the heart to throw them away, so stealing yourself, you grab a chocolate and eat it.

"It's delicious!" You cheer, and although you're clearly lying through your teeth, Mammon appreciates it nonetheless.

"I- I'll get you some real chocolates next time."

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── Leviathan

Sends you a bunch of those valentine meme cards/posts and a lot of 'this is us' with cuddling cats and such.

Braves the outside world in order to take you out on a date— to the arcade of course, where he wins you a bunch of plushies!

Panics when he realizes he hadn't asked you to be his valentine.

"And then I-" Levi cuts himself off mid sentence as he stares at the mirror backing of the claw machine. Today is Valentines Day, and he's just realized he hadn't asked you to be his valentines yet. Pathetically, he turns to you, eyes glistening a little.

"H- Hey, you'll be my valentine's right?"

You have to hold back a laugh, unless you want him to start balling in the middle of the arcade. Accept his request quickly now so that you two can continue your lovely date.

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── Satan

Plans a scavenger hunt from the moment you wake up. It leads you to several locations in the house that hold some sort of present before leading to him in the kitchen, where he's made your favorite breakfast.

He's wearing one of those cheesy 'kiss the cook' aprons, and you happily oblige.

"There you are." You coo, entering the kitchen. He curses under his breath, turning around to greet you with a smile— you solved his riddles much faster than he thought, but this fact also makes him proud.

"I made your favorite." He grins, plating your food and then his. You pick at it, sneaking a bite before it can reach the table. He chuckles, sitting down beside you.

"Eat up, because there's another riddle under your food."

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── Asmodeus

Romcom marathon! Asmodeus has already set you out a matching loungewear set (it matches his) and a bowl of popcorn and candy and some drinks.

Cuddling all day and flirting in between movies- Is there any better way to spend the day?

Tuffs of champagne hair tickle your neck and Asmo wiggles about to try and get comfy again. Your fingers grazing against his arm softly and sending goosebumps down his spine. He sent a glance up at you, a smirk forming.

"Are you trying to get something more than a movie out of this, hmm?" He asks, leaning up to meet your lips in a kiss. "Not that I'm complaining..."

"Uh-huh," You lean in to kiss him again, only to tease him by placing a candy in your mouth. "Pay attention, you're going to miss your favorite part."

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── Beelzebub

Almost forgot it was Valentines, and gets flustered when he remembers. He's not the most romantic, but he wants to do something for you.

Decides to make you breakfast in bed, although by the time it gets to you...

"Well, at least you didn't eat my favorite part?" You try to calm him down, taking the food and taking a few bites. Delicious. He sighs, rubbing his arm as he looks at the ground. "I'm not that hungry right now, you want the rest?"

Dejectedly, he takes it and devours it. Then he perks up as he gets an idea.

"How about we go out? That place you wanted to try opened up downtown just last week."

"Sounds perfect."

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── Belphegor

Teases you for celebrating the cheesy holiday.

Might cave in and get you flowers and a simple box of chocolate, don't mention it, okay?

Is he blushing? Yes, yes he is.

"Oh? I thought the holiday was a waste of money and time, a corny holiday invented by capitalist?" Belphegor rolls his eyes at your words. You sure know how to irk him, don't you? But he loves that about you too.

"Yeah, yeah, if you don't want 'em, I'll just give 'em to Beel."

"Nope, they're mine." You coo as you snatch the bouquet and chocolates. "Thank you, Belphie. I got you a little something too." Well he certainly won't deny a gift from you~

꒰ ❀ ꒱ thank you for reading. have a wonderful valentine's day, darling!

#obey me x reader #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #om x reader #om imagines #om headcanons #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader

[luveline]

Ok but like shy!reader doodling Eddie's tattoos onto her own arms and then getting embarrassed when he sees them. But he's just like "wdym you're embarrassed, it's cute... But you're missing a bat, there's seven of them :)"

this is the cutest idea ever!! ♡ shy!fem!reader | 1k words

You'd forgotten all about your penned imitations by the end of the day, a boring morning at work spent idly doodling swiftly replaced in your memory by a turbulent afternoon. 

You stare at the desk with your hands braced at the sides of your face. You're tired and aching and you just really want to see Eddie, his frizzy curls all windblown from driving with the windows down, his ripped clothes. 

Life is sometimes fair. As soon as you think of him, he appears.

"Hey," Eddie says, bright and easy.

You blink at him and grin from behind the Palace arcade desk.

"Miss me?" he asks, smirking.

You try to hide your smile but the damage has already been done. Refusing to answer, you pretend to be busier than you are, reaching under the counter for another roll of quarters. 

"I was thinking we'd go get milkshakes. You know, celebrate the weekend," he says, his hand clasped around the crook of his arm, head inclined to yours. 

"I'm sorry you have to wait for me," you apologise.

Eddie finishes school an hour and a half before you finish work. You know he's taken to spending that time in the parking lot, shooting the breeze. Or, from the smell, smoking it. You feel very guilty to take up his time like that, and also, secretly, very special. 

"Don't be. You know," he turns so his back is to you and points to his van, "when I park right there? I can see you running around in here. You realise they're only paying you minimum wage, right?" 

"You watch me working?" you ask. 

"What?" He spins around, a hand sewn into the hair behind his neck. "Of course not… Hey, what's that?" 

It's your worst nightmare to be caught like this, his tattoos badly replicated over your arm and on clear display. If he didn't know how hopeless you are about him before this is an amazingly obvious indication. 

You pull your arm to your chest in a poor attempt at hiding it and he vies for it, fingers kind but insistent as they close around your wrist. You're not in the habit of denying him anything but you can't look at him as he lays your arm across the desk. He's unusually quiet as he slides a ringed finger under your sleeve and hikes it up high. His fingertips stay bordering your sleeve and his thumb brushes over a clumsy wing, his eyes a shade from blank.

You squirm under his touch but don't pull away. Eddie's eyes flit up to your face. He takes in your embarrassment and is quick to try to make you feel better, his grip loosening. 

"Hey, it's okay. They look good on you." 

Your relief is palpable. You step as close to him as you can with the counter between you and he screws his lips to the side, a lopsided smile. 

"You're missing one," he says wryly. 

"Huh?" 

"You're missing one of the bats. D'you have a pen?" 

You lean back to the register and grab one for him. He takes it gratefully and unstoppers it with his teeth, holding the cap between his lips. The nib is small and thin and tickles you worse now that it's Eddie drawing on you. He sets it to your skin gently, a feathering sketch stretching out besides the other bats as he slowly completes your temporary tattoo. He does a much better job than you, though he has a clearer point of reference. 

He strokes your arm when he finishes, a cheerful smile affecting his every feature: his eyes crease, his cheeks perk up. 

"Voilà," he says. "Perfect." 

He changes his mind abruptly. "Oh, wait." 

He sets the pen to your skin again. You struggle to see it as he writes E.M in his brilliant hand, letters all pointy and broad. From your angle it looks like a W and a backwards E so it takes you a few seconds to recognise what they are.

"Gotta sign the artwork." 

You hold your hand out for the pen and he passes it to you. You struggle to write upside down, reworking your initials in your head before you set them underneath his with a small plus sign. 

He leans forward and squints at it. His hair falls in his face. You ditch the pen to tuck it behind his ear, your hand tentative, your touch lingering behind his earlobe. 

You're distracted by his earring, a tiny silver stud, and don't notice he's taken the pen again until he's half finished his next addition. 

He puts the pen down with a self-satisfied hum. 

A confident heart encapsulates both of your initials. 

"You should get that for keeps." You laugh, breathless, and his smile only grows. "Yeah? That would be sweet. The bats too, if you can stomach it."

"I should start small," you murmur. 

Funny, to see any kind of bashfulness on Eddie, who's features seem designed for smugness or something similar. 

"Maybe just the E," you add with a feigned nonchalance. 

He looks like he wants to jump over the desk. Nervous laughter bubbles up your throat and you pull your arm out of his grip to cover your mouth with your hand. 

"When's your shift finish?" he asks, though he knows. 

"Five minutes." 

He starts to back out of the arcade, eyes on yours and hand aloft. "You spend those five minutes thinking about what you want tonight, yeah? I'm gonna start the van." He almost hits a little kid on the way out. You can see the muttered cuss word on his lips. When he looks back at you he's electric. "Anything you want, you can have!"

His promise makes the last five minutes feel longer than any of the hours before. 

#eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader blurb #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things 4 #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ Being Poly w/ Stray Kids {Summer Vacation D1} ♡

♡ I got a request for some poly fluff where you get to see how your boyfriends take care of you. I figured there's no better time than your first summer vacation together to experience it ♡

♡ Reader is a chubby babe ♡

♡ Felix ♡

the one you wake up to because he's been cuddling you all night, only really moving to go to the bathroom

has the morning voice of a demon but is a total angel, giving you kisses while asking about your dreams/how you slept

comes with you to do your morning skin routines together, cracking jokes to make you smile when you start feeling grumpy about being up so early

stays behind to straighten up the bathroom because he has to make sure his love eats breakfast before she starts the day

♡ Bang Chan ♡

fell asleep 2 hours ago but set his alarm to wake up and make you all of your favorite breakfast foods from back home

has a list of things to do/sights to see during this trip that he thought you might like. it took him weeks to put it together but you're worth the effort

set the room he's sharing with bini up just the way you like it so that you can come sleep with them tonight

massages your legs while you eat your food because being curled up in a cuddle ball for eight hours has left you a little tight

♡ Changbin ♡

picks out a pair of comfy clothes for you to wear and helps put your hair up into a cute, albeit messy, ponytail♡ changbin salon ♡

fills his backpack with ice water and whatever you want so you have everything you need for the run along the beach he's taking you on

puts aside his typically strict approach to fitness to turn the "run" into a playful game of tag that finally wakes you up for the day

gives you a piggyback ride when you get tired and pauses every time you hint that you see something you might be interested in

♡ Hyunjin♡

has the shower running for you when you get back to the house. he joins you if you'd like him to or hangs around outside talking about the most random things with you

already picked out an outfit for you to wear today so that the two of you match and encourages you to take your time with makeup

brings you with him to browse through cute shops on the boardwalk, buying you little souvenirs to take home

convinces you to pose for pictures for him and surprises you with them in a scrapbook down the line

♡ Lee Know ♡

steals you away to take you on a car ride to a super secret destination. also maintains his self control when Han and I.N insist on coming

said secret destination ends up being the kitty cafe you've been talking about every day since it popped up in your Insta feed

spends a good amount of money renting out a private room where you can stay as long as you want. you even get to name a cat

comforts you when you get a little teary eyed because you don't want to leave those sweet babies behind

♡ Han ♡

sees an arcade and immediately thinks it's the perfect thing to take your mind off of the fact that you, unfortunately, can't have 30 fur babies

goes super hard at every game he plays to make sure he wins enough tickets to get you the plushie that you want

distracts the other two completely and totally on accident when you're playing against them so that you never lose

keeps asking if you need anything/if everything's okay when the arcade starts to fill up more since he wants you to be comfortable

♡ I.N ♡

rides in the backseat with you, controlling the aux to shuffle through the playlist he made for you

has zero hesitation when it comes to singing along to songs with you, screaming the lyrics at the top of his lungs. he loves a good duet

rolls the windows down so that you can feel the ocean air and fixes your hair when the wind blows it all over

lets you take a nap on him if you get a little sleepy, quietly nagging Lino not to hit any bumps or make any sharp turns because he wants you to sleep peacefully

♡ Seungmin ♡

builds a fort out of pillows and blankets for the two of you to hide out in while the others bicker about what to do for the rest of the day

has you bring your plushie/souvenirs with you into said adorable fort because he wants to hear every little detail about your day so far

goes outside to get the grill started for dinner, knowing that the collective fear of him burning the place down will bring the other guys together

keeps you on his lap even when the others whine about it, sheilding you from the chaos of a stray kids dinner even if it means occasionally becoming the chaos himself

#stray kids x chubby reader #stray kids x you #stray kids fluff #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x reader #poly stray kids #chubby reader #plus size reader

[smoshyourheadin]

yay!!!!!! mother is back!!!!!!

could i request a spencer agnew x reader where they meet at a bar and spencer ends up taking the reader home and it ends however you want

Butterflies That Flutter By

pairing: spencer agnew x f!reader

a/n: I. LOVE. THIS. anon u cooked w this. i went CRAZAAAAY!! two posts in one night who am i!! also sorry if u wanted smut i don’t feel comfortable writing it for real ppl!! charachters i can consider it tho ;)

warnings: if u don’t like mentions of alcohol or just a bar setting then this probably isn’t for u!! i’m sure ill catch you at another time tho <3

requests r open <33

saturdays are when you thrive. going out with all your college friends was just tradition at this point.

sitting at the bar in between anna and courtney, you complain about another failed date you had recently.

“ugh, he was just the worst! he was talking about his podcast the whole time, and then asked me to go back to his place? what do men expect me to say after that. ‘oh yes you talking about your alpha male, gym, i hate women podcast really made me so attracted to you’ like come on!” you turn to anna who’s laughing at you, with a sad stare, and she then is quick to put a hand on your shoulder.

“it’s okay! im sure you’ll find your man soon. isn’t court trying to set you up with that guy from her work?” she says to you, cocking her head to the side slightly.

courtney then chimes in, “yes! oh my gosh, her and spencer are literally perfect for each other! you need to meet him soon, you’ll love him!” she says with a wide smile.

“i mean, he is pretty cute…” you trail off.

courtney had been trying to set you and her friend spencer up for weeks now, and as she continued to gush about how spencer would appreciate your nerdiness and how you would adore his, you feel a tug of curiosity. ignoring the conversation for a moment, you make your way to the old street fighter arcade machine at the end of the bar. the familiar sounds of the game fill your ears as you slip a coin into the slot, your fingers itching to take control of your favorite character - ryu.

as you focus on the game, your mind drifts to the idea of meeting spencer. would he really be as perfect for you as courtney says? The thought lingers in your mind a bit as you unleash a flurry of moves on the joystick, losing yourself in the focus.

as you're deeply engrossed in the game, spencer enters the bar, scanning the room for courtney. spotting her animatedly chatting with anna, he makes his way over, a small smile playing on his lips. courtney notices him approaching and waves him over eagerly.

"hey, spencer! glad you could make it," she greets him with enthusiasm, nudging anna to make space for him between them.

"hey, court, thanks for inviting me!" spencer replies, returning her smile. his eyes then wander around the bar, landing on you as you fiercely battle your way through the arcade game.

courtney follows his gaze and grins mischievously. "oh, hey, look who's here! it's the girl i've been telling you about," she says, motioning towards you.

spencer's interest piques, and he watches you play for a moment, impressed by your technique. he can't help but notice how focused you are, your determination evident in every move you make. with a newfound curiosity, he watches in awe as you skillfully defeat everyone you fight with ease.

“hey…” you whip your head around and stand up straight from your practically bent over pose, as you hear courtney’s voice from behind you.

there, stood next to her, is possibly the most attractive man you’d ever seen.

he’s got beautiful brown eyes, and dark curly hair. with glasses. oh my. he’s dressed in slacks, tattered old vans, a flannel, and an old work jacket.

“um, hi court.” is all you can muster up to say to her.

“this is spencer, spencer this is the woman of your dreams!” she giggles.

spencer glares at her, but then smiles sincerely at you.

“so, street fighter, huh? you've got some serious skills," spencer remarked, impressed by your gameplay.

you glanced over at him, offering a small smile in return. "thanks! it's one of my favorite games. i've been playing since i was a kid. i think it’s one of the main reasons i decided to be a game developer."

courtney takes this opportunity to slip away from you both, leaving you to geek out together, and she rushes over to anna

“i told you! twenty bucks says they leave together!” she grins.

“you are so on!” anna replies.

across the bar, you and spencer are chatting it up, both leant against the wall near the machine.

spencer takes a sip of his drink before leaning in. "so, who's your main in street fighter?"

you grin, a rush of excitement at the chance to talk about your favorite character. "call me basic, but definitely ryu! i love his playstyle, and his hadoukens! they’re pretty gnarly."

"classic choice," spencer replied with a nod of approval. "i’m more of a ken guy myself. gotta respect the fiery spirit, you know?"

you giggle, nodding in agreement. "yeah, ken's cool. those shoryukens can really mess up the game though.”

he smiles at your reply, and the conversation flows on. you find yourself talking to him for the better part of an hour, eventually sitting at the bar with him.

“um, you don’t have to say yes,” he says, turning to you. “but, would you want to come back to my place?”

you smile at him, and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear “i’d like that.”

and so, you find yourself walking back to spencer’s apartment and talking to him about how much you love zelda.

stepping into his apartment, you’re immediately greeted by an array of nerdy decorations that cover every corner. posters of classic video game characters lined the walls, and shelves filled with action figures and memorabilia from various fandoms.

"wow, you have quite the collection!" you exclaimed, taking in the sight with wide eyes.

spencer chuckles nervously with a sheepish smile, scratching the back of his head. "yeah, i might have gone a little overboard."

but to you, it’s like stepping into a treasure trove of nostalgia, and honestly? you were jealous. you eagerly made your way around the room, pointing out your favorite pieces and telling him about the games and shows you loved most.

"that's a limited edition link figurine, right?" you ask, pointing to a display on one of the shelves.

spencer nodded, a hint of pride in his voice. "yeah, it's one of my prized possessions! i also have a few special edition zelda figures."

as you continue to explore, spencer watches you with a mixture of awe and admiration. he had never met someone who shared his passion for all things nerdy quite like you did. It felt surreal to have someone in his space who not only appreciated but genuinely enjoyed his interests.

before long, the initial awkwardness of the invitation fades away, replaced by a comfortable ease as you bond over your shared love for video games, movies, and everything in between.

the night continues, and you end up making him watch your favourite film - perfect blue, which you watch in comfortable silence.

as the credits roll, you stretch out comfortably on spencer's couch, feeling the pleasant weight of sleep pulling at your eyelids. the movie is intense, and you’re exhausted from the day's excitement.

spencer glances over at you, a soft smile playing on his lips as he noticed your drooping eyelids. he gently reached for the remote and turned off the playstation you were using to watch it, casting the room into a soothing darkness.

"you tired?" he asks, his voice low and gentle.

you nod sleepily, snuggling into the cushions. "yeah, it's been a long day. sorry for almost falling asleep on you."

spencer chuckles softly, shaking his head. "don't apologize. it's actually kind of nice having someone to watch movies with, even if they fall asleep halfway through."

you smile, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at his words. despite only meeting him tonight, you already feel a sense of comfort in his presence.

with a contented sigh, you let yourself drift off, the steady rhythm of spencer's heartbeat beneath you lulling you into a peaceful slumber.

later that night, as you sleep soundly against him, spencer can’t resist taking a picture of you, your peaceful expression illuminated by the soft glow of the tv’s ‘no signal’ screen. he texts it to courtney with a simple message: "she isn't too bad."

as he presses send, a smile tuggs at the corners of his lips.

courtney opens the message to see your face, her jaw dropping. she closes the messages from spencer, and immediatley texts anna,

‘u owe me 20 ;)’

#smoshyourheadin #amanda lehan canto #angela giarratana #arasha lalani #courtney miller #shayne topp #spencer agnew #smosh #spencer agnew x reader #i love this #slayed

[gh0st-t0wn3]

Lmk ss edits + headcanons, Part 5 (Porty MK, Artist MK, Delivery MK)

- He/They

- Gay

- Calls Redson either Wildfire or Firecracker

- Whenever something goes wrong he says "called it." (He did not, in fact, call it)

- Calls everyone "Dude"

- Once took Redson out to the Anti-gravity Arcade and got mad when he passed out after almost 32 hours of non-stop dancing and playing arcade games

- Tells MK that he has no fashion sense but will wear the most atrocious combination of colours and patterns himself

- Has multiple ear piercings as well as a bellybutton and tongue piercing

-  Once threw a party that got busted by the police and dispelled himself to avoid getting caught

- Has so much energy, if he's not at a party he's constantly walking around the apartment, if his legs start hurting he'll sit down for like 8 seconds before getting up and walking around again because he still has so much energy left

- Makes the dirtiest jokes known to man kind

- Makes the others do karaoke night with him. every. week.

- Will sometimes put on lipstick and kiss all over Redsons face and neck to make og MK jealous (trust me guys, please🙏)

- Absolutely HATES dark chocolate, it's too bitter for him

- Despises the claw machine games at the arcade, if he gets something and then it falls out of the claw he'll literally break the glass and just take it

- Lives on energy drinks

- Will refuse to drink any soft drinks when they run out of bubbles

- Loves those cringey alpha wolf memes

- Laughs at those firemen saving people in reverse videos and always sends them to Redson, who also laughs at them (yes it does concern MK and the others)

- Smells like sweat and cotton candy (its from flavoured vape smoke)

- Love language is Quality time (and by quality time I mean partying)

- Has a whole box of glowsticks

- "Hey, hey, hey guys, watch this!!" *fails at trick*

- Loves candy, especially hard candies

- Scams kids out of their tickets at the arcade

- Paints his nails a different colour every week, and almost always uses glow in the dark nail polish

- Tried to make his own firework show once and set three houses on fire

- Would rearrange someone's whole room just to mess with them

- Has a monkey form just like og MK, he uses his tail to take prizes from the claw machines without having to actually play them

- He/They

- Gay

- Calls Redson his Muse

- Would probably collect bones. It freaks the fuck out of MK and the other clones

- Will destroy any and every art piece if it doesn't turn out exactly how he envisioned it in his head

- Writes fanfiction

- Constantly covered in paint splatters, charcoal, glue, etc

- Hates baths, lives off dry shampoo

- He acts like a cat whenever he gets wet

- Takes great care of all his art supplies and will flip out if something is out of place

- Agreed to help Sandy paint his boat again the second time he was summoned but only if Sandy stopped changing what colour he wanted it to be after every new coat of paint (Sandy learnt his lesson the first time art MK was summoned)

- His advice is always "just kill them"

- Bites ankles

- Was almost arrested for vandalism (he ran away from the cops)

- Once painted a picture of Redson, who only said "this is pretty good" (it was in fact a genuine compliment, he loved it), and Artist almost killed him

- Analyzes his dreams as if he's the prophet predicting the end of the world

- Won't let anyone use his art supplies

- Growls at people

- Perfectionist

- Smells like paint fumes

- Love language is gift giving and words of affirmation

- If he's focusing on something really hard and something startles him, he'll jump in the air like a cat

- Was drawing at a park once and a bunch of kids were being annoying so he tripped one when it ran past him

- Collects concept art books from literally anything, movies, video games, TV shows, it doesn't even matter if he's played/watched them he just likes looking at the concept art

- Insomniac who 'cures' it with an unholy amount of caffeine

- Has drank paint water before, will do it again

- Extremely passive agressive

- MK yelled at him once for getting paint all over his bed

- Has a monkey form just like og MK, he uses his tail to reach higher places when painting on walls and shit

(Had to use og MK has a base ref because the show did delivery MK dirty)

- He/They

- Gay

- Calls Redson Paprika

- Loves straws, will only ever drink something if he uses a straw (I did this as a kid)

- Is constantly listening to music while doing deliveries and has absolutely passed his destination on multiple occasions

- Surprisingly witty

- Is the only MK who knows how to cook and genuinely loves it

- Has a little bit more chub than og MK does (duplicatnation did him dirty and I will never forgive them for his design)

- Has gotten into physical fights with rude customers before and would do it again

- Absolutely HATES eating fish

-His shoe laces are never tied, the amount of orders he's ruined because he tripped on his stupid laces is insane

- If he gets bored he'll just lay on the floor and do nothing

- Has accidentally eaten dog food before

- After a long day of delivering he'll pass out for hours at a time then wake up again at like 2am

- "Not to be rude, but.." proceeds to say the most disrespectful shit you've ever heard

- Either cannot keep a secret for the life of him, or will immediately forget the secret 5 mins after being told what it is, no in-between

- Him and the other clones accidently broke into a strangers house once, and he felt really bad so he cleaned the dishes before leaving (it was on the news)

- Will @ a specific person in a group chat instead of just dming them

- Sometimes eats out of the noodles he's delivering, no one has found out yet

- Smells like noodles

- Love language is Acts of service

- If he gets into a fight with someone he is fully willing and ready to resort to biting

- Saw Monkey King eat his own hair once and almost threw up

- Sometimes if a customer is being rude while ordering over the phone he'll purposely drive slow or take a longer route so their noodles are cold when they get them (og MK has told him to stop multiple times because he's scared of Pigsy thinking he's the reason they get any bad reviews)

- Has a Spotify Playlist for every possible occasion

- Gives out really good hugs and will hug people for really long periods

- Cries when he sees sad animal videos

- Can't whistle to save his life

- Has a monkey form just like og MK, he uses his tail to hold more orders to get work done faster

#fanart #lego monkie kid #lego monkey kid fanart #lego monkie kid mk #lmk mk #lmk spicynoodles #mk clone #porty clone #porty mk #artist clone #artist mk #delivery clone #delivery mk #lmk mixtape #mixtape shipping #lmk firealpaca #firealpaca shipping #lmk hotwheels #hotwheels shipping #i literally just found out the ship name for artist/delivery mk x redson #lmk headcanon #headcanon #redesign

[omnidemidisaster]

Hallo! I know that Roy is like 14 or smth, but, if you don't mind, could you write something where Roy's parents made him have a babysitter so he doesn't hang out with the Boyz™ and it's the reader? But reader secretly lets him go with them and just sticks around to make sure he doesn't get in trouble?

Sorry it's so badly explained but I have no idea how to word it

Roy and a relaxed babysitter

Initially, he dislikes you

Well, not really you, just the fact he has to have a babysitter! He's 13!

So yeah, he's a bit standoffish

He mainly avoids you at first

But once his parents leave and 30 minutes pass...

"Hey, kid"

"What?"

"You feel like going out?"

"But my mom-"

"Do you feel like going out?"

"I mean yeah, but my mom-"

"Ill let you bring my friends"

"..."

"Your parents don't have to know"

"Alright!"

Instantly you're on his good side

He invites his friends and you take them down by an arcade

You just give the rule of "Don't get in trouble" and he's good with that

He has fun and he notices you also having fun, despite being in a kid zone

But whatever! He even plays some games with you

By the end of the night, you four are exhausted

You drive his friends home. Then on the way back, he pipes up

"Yknow...I didn't think you were cool like this...Promise not to tell my parents?"

"I won't snitch if you dont"

"Nice.."

...

"Hey...I'm sorry about being mean earlier..."

"Eh, it's fine. I didn't think about it cause I knew some overpriced games would loosen you up"

"Hey!"

By the time you both get home, you set up something, confusing him

Turns out, you were purposely trying to make the living room messy with his video games and controllers. Roy sat on the couch, his controller in hand

Meanwhile, you heat up a frozen pizza

You both end up eating that said pizza and playing games together on the couch!

And by the time his parents get home, they see you passed out on the couch, their equally tired son sleeping against your arm, the sound of video game music still playing

Carmen makes sure to leave the money by your belongings and leaves you both to sleep, knowing you'll be out in the morning

And she'll never know the little secret between Roy and his new favorite sitter

#spooky month #hatzgang #fluff #spooky month x reader #spooky month roy #spooky month roy x reader #Well not really x reader more like & reader

[sugawhaaa]

JUNHAN ONE-SHOT

"I don't want the members seeing you like this."

Pairing:: dom!junhan x sub!fem!reader

Warnings::smut

Genre::public sex, fingering, sex toys, vibrator

A/N::I've been working on this since 1969 broo (that's clearly an over exaggeration)

You were currently laying on your boyfriend's bed with a vibrator shoved into you as Junhan kissed and licked your clit and hips. Words of soft praise escaping his lips before his phone rang. He perked up before looking down at you. "Gunils calling. Can I answer him?" He said as he picked up his phone from the night stand. You nodded and he answered the phone. "Yes?" He said before he turned up the vibration of the toy buried inside you. You couldn't help but moan and curl over at the sensation.

Junhan kept talking on the phone as his spare hand ran along the skin of your thigh as the vibrator inside you made you contort. Little curse words escaping your lips softly. "Yeah, we can head over now," You heard Junhan say and your ears perked. He then turned up the vibration again making you slap a hand over your mouth so Gunil couldn't hear your desperate moans. Junhan then hung up and turned to you. "All the members are heading to an arcade and want us to join them. Do you want to go baby?" He said softly as if he wasn't just railing you to shit.

"Yeah, 'sounds fun," you stutter out.

"Oh sorry this is still on max isn't it," Junhan said as he picked up the remote as you nodded. He turned it back down and helped you up. "Say why don't we keep this inside you hm?" Junhan proposed and your eyes widened.

"Are you serious? I'll be a moaning mess infront of everyone!" You frolicked and Junhan chuckled.

"Please~ I'll keep it on the lowest setting, I promise," Junhan whined and looked at you with those soft doe eyes. You sighed and put new undies on.

"Fine I'll keep it in." You couldn't help but grin at the thought of what might happen at the arcade.

-------------------------------------------------------

☆at the arcade☆

"This place belongs to my aunt so she let us in on a day that's usually closed so it's pretty much just us and a few of my cousins!" Jooyeon explained as he let everyone inside.

Everything was going smoothly so far but that was because Junhan still had your vibrator turned off. Since he was being kind to you and not turning it up at all you played some games with the members. You were having a blast and really enjoyed hanging out with the members and your boyfriend. That was until Jooyeon and Gunil started playing a racing game. You peered over the large race car seats they sat on to see what was happening on the screens. Junhan and Seungmin were also watching this intense game.

Junhan eyed you before putting his hands in his pocket and then you felt the vibrator turn on. It was at least at a level 3 right from the start. You leaned forward and covered your mouth and thankfully no one seemed to notice your behavior except for Junhan who pretended like nothing happened. He then turned it up a notch and you moaned in your throat. O.de looked up at you concerned.

"You okay Y/N?" He asked and Junhan peered over his shoulder to see what you'd say.

"Yeah I'm f-fine," you mingled over your last word making Seungmin raise an eyebrow.

"Okay..." he said before going back to watching the game and Junhan gave you a little smirk. You glared at him before he went back to the game. Over the next at least 30 minutes Junhan had been turning the vibration down to 0 or 1 and then spiking it back up again to a 5! And everytime you had to cover your moans. You got worse and worse at it everytime. So you decided to go to the bathroom for a moment. When you shut the door you fell to the floor.

You could hardly stand because of the pleasure and it was right in your G-spot how did he think you'd react? You then heard a knock on the door and you panicked.

"It's me, can I come in?" It was Junhan you weakly got up and opened the door. He came in and locked the door again. You then fell to the floor again with a soft moan and Junhan looked down at you with pure love and lust. He turned the vibrator up again because he just couldn't get enough of you like this. He then pulled you into a kiss and you melted beneath him.

"I feel so close already~" you whimpered as you clawed at his shirt. You had never came in your clothes before so it felt like something holding you back. Junhan stayed quiet and started biting your neck and you tried to cover your moans. His hands gently grazed over your skin as your entire body clenched and burned up. Every inch of his body that touched yours made you jump and whimper. You were so eager for him but you were too nervous to tell him.

The sounds of the vibration buried deep inside you echoed throughout the room due to the setting being so high. "Fuck Junhan," you whimper as your body contorted out of control. Junhan stayed silent but you could tell there were many thoughts racing through his head. You grabbed his hair and tugged on it harder than you intended. He hissed lowly and you apologized. "S-sorry,"

"No its okay baby," he said softly petting your hair. "Your so good for me," he praised quietly as you cursed under your breath. He suddenly jumped to take your shirt off while saying. "Take this off baby," you swiftly took off all of your clothing except for your bra and panties. You sat on the floor as your shifted your thighs around until suddenly the small vibrator in you moved to your G-Spot. You let out a loud moan and clenched your thighs together.

Junhan was standing above you and took off his shirt. "You okay my love~?" He asked softly and kneeled down to you. You couldn't even get a word out due to the pleasure. You grabbed his arms and dug your nails into his skin. You felt the band in your stomach snap and liquid slowly dripping from your body. You blushed and put your legs together to cover up the evidence.

Junhan just slowly and carefully pryde open your legs. "I've never...came in my clothes before..." you blushed and looked away. Junhan smirked lightly before quietly taking off your undies. He then slide his fingers into you ease and he ventured into you to take out the vibrator. He kept his left thumb rolling circles on your clit and his other hand took out your vibrator.

His right ring and middle finger stayed inside you. You tried your best to muffle your moans but you struggled the stimulation of your clit and g-spot was amazing. Your body was heating up so much to the point you were sweating and your hair was stuck to your face.

"Your so hot when your like this~" he whispered in your ear as he slowly moved his fingers in and out of you. You nodded as you gripped his shoulders leaving little scratches from your nails. "No one else is allowed to see you like this okay princess?" He said as his pace picked up in speed and intensity. You nodded with a little whimper. "I don't want the members seeing you like this. Your all mine," he stated as you found your cum dripping all over his hands. You nodded again.

"Y-Yes I'm all yours," you said with your eyes squinted shut.

"My good girl~" Junhan whispered in your ear as he stroked your hair~♡

#xdinary heroes #xdh imagines #xdh smut #xdinari hero fanfic #xdinary heroes fluff #xdh #xdh fluff #xdh x reader #xh gaon #xh jungsu #xh junhan #xdinary heroes junhan #junhan #jun han #Spotify

[sserpente]

A/N: Okay, so I had a dream about this and wanted to write it down. Then it sort of escalated to 5k words. Well then. Have fun reading!

Words: 5133 Warnings: smut, forced relationship, kind of (?), Neil + mentions of abuse

“Billy moved out, did you hear? Got himself a nice place in the apartment block down the road from Starcourt Mall,” Sally, one of your best friends, mentioned surrounded by the loud noises of the arcade machines around you two.

“You’re making it sound like I should give a shit?” You rolled your eyes, downing your drink. You’d had a shitty day at work, you were allowed to pout, especially because Billy Hargrove was a self-absorbed and arrogant womaniser collecting girls like Lego sets. Perhaps you would still be charmed by him to this day if he hadn’t managed to lure you into his bed all those nights ago. Since then… no phone calls, no hellos upon passing one another in Hawkins, no nothing.

“Oh, come on.”

“Please… admire him from afar if you must but stay away from him. You know he’s trouble.”

Your friend threw another plush basketball at the blinking arcade machine in front of her. She wasn’t even close to breaking the high score.

“Hello? Promise me you’ll stay away from him!” you insisted.

“Ugh, fine, I promise! Your turn.” The machine gave a disappointing sound, signalising the end of the round. Your friend handed you the last plush basketball.

You sighed, pressing the blinking button that was also shaped and painted like a basketball to start a new one.

“Don’t win without me, I need the bathroom.” And with that, she strolled off, leaving you to yourself. You sighed once more, attempting to break the high score in the meantime. The main prize was a portable record player with headphones that you really wanted.

But unfortunately, it seemed like the odds were not in your favour today. Most of your throws weren’t even remotely successful and the counter right above the basketball net remained low. Perhaps it was your anger towards Billy Hargrove that made your movements way too uncontrolled.

“Need some help?” Speak of the devil. Your eyes widened when Billy stepped into your field of view and gently pushed you out of the way. Your lips parted but by then, within a matter of moments, he was already throwing the plush basketballs into the net as if he’d never done anything else. A few more balls and then… artificial bells sounded from the arcade machine and spat out the paper voucher for your portable record player. That fucker had beaten the high score.

“I was doing perfectly fine, you know.”

Billy took the ticket and handed it to you, grinning cheekily in the process. The smell of his minty chewing gum filled your nostrils—he was way too close for your comfort right now, so you took a step back, glaring at him.

“What’s wrong, doll? Am I making you uncomfortable? Or perhaps a little too comfortable?”

“Oh, please,” you spat. “Get away from me before I get sick.”

“Careful, you’re almost making it sound like you didn’t enjoy our little get-together then.”

“Well, it wasn’t that special if that’s what you’re wondering,” you lied. “You’re so fucking full of yourself, Hargrove. Grow a spine.”

“That’s not what you told me when we were in bed.” Billy’s grin grew even wider as he chewed on his gum as if to emphasise his sneaky words.

“How much of a cliché could you possibly be? Fuck off already!”

“I propose a bet.”

You raised your eyebrows, teeth grinding. “Do you now?”

“Yeah. I happened to overhear your little conversation with your friend. Sally, is it, right? I wonder… I wonder if I could get her to go out with me.”

“Yeah, right. She trusts me, Hargrove. I told her in great detail what a big arsehole you are.”

“Listen to me. If you win, I’ll leave you both alone, alright?” He lifted his hands as if you were pointing a gun at him. “But if I win… you play my girlfriend this weekend.”

His girlfriend!? You must have been hard of hearing. “I’ll do what?”

“My dad is stressing me out about being unable to hold a girl once I’ve fucked her.”

“You aren’t,” you interrupted. Billy gnashed his teeth for a moment.

“So I want to prove to him that’s not the case and bring home a proper girlfriend for Valentine’s Day this weekend. You were the first person I could think of that…”

“That what?” you interrupted him yet again, bracing yourself for an insult.

“That I would actually consider under different circumstances,” he ended, almost a little reluctantly.

Oh. Well, you had certainly not expected that.

“That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard, Billy. Besides, Sally will never agree to go out with you after how you treated me when we… met.” You had meant to say dated. But then again, that wasn’t quite right. He’d lured you into his bed after a nice dinner and that’d been the end of it.

“Let’s find out, shall we?” Billy pointed at someone behind you with his chin. You spun around, trying to warn Sally but Billy was already strutting over as if he owned the place. He practically cornered her near one of the pillars, leaning against it with his right arm and towering above her like… oh, fuck, you despised the fact you were still attracted to him!

Any moment now, she would shake her head and push him out of the way. Content with that forecast, you watched her bat her eyelashes at him. Wait, what!?

She was not! Traitor! Your jaw dropped as you watched Sally tuck a strand of her hair behind her ears and mouth a wholehearted yes. You were seething by the time she returned to you with Billy right next to her.

“Looks like you’ll meet me for dinner at mine this weekend. Wear something pretty,” he mused as he walked past you, winking in the process. Fuming, you almost crumbled the paper voucher in your hands, even more so when Sally made it back over too and you started screaming bloody murder at her.

“You are so stupid, Hargrove.”

“You’ve had better insults, doll. I’ll see you on Valentine’s Day. I’ll pick you up at five.”

-

Friday came around a lot sooner than you would have liked. You hadn’t spoken to Sally since the Billy incident, only picked up your portable record player and left with a quick goodbye after your rant—and without letting her explain herself.

Granted, she hadn’t known about the bet but hadn’t you warned her about Billy only moments before he’d shown up?

You sighed when you heard the doorbell ring not a minute after five. Surprised that he was on time, you strutted downstairs. You would have been damned if you had decided to wear a dress for him. Instead, you had chosen a leather skirt with black tights and a red top matching the day.

When you opened the door for him, your lips parted. In his right hand, he was holding a massive rose bouquet.

“Wow. Cheesy, Hargrove.”

“I agree. But girls appear to like this shit, so…”

“Yeah, we do. If the guy actually means it.” Billy bit back a grin and handed you the roses before nodding toward his car.

“Let’s go.”

You rolled your eyes when you grabbed your bag and your jacket and followed after him, making sure to take some extra time to lock your door. He let you store the roses in the backseat for now but when you moved to get in his car, he suddenly stopped you.

“What? No kiss?”

“Excuse me? We’re not even near your dad’s house yet.”

“You see those kids over there?” You followed his glance while Billy’s travelled back to you. “They hang out with Max. I need them all to think it’s real, alright? That starts now.”

“You’re stupid, you know that?”

“Come on, doll. They’re looking over already.” Billy had you trapped against his car, making you swallow thickly. The scent of his aftershave was almost overwhelming and with his strong body pressing against yours, and you were reminded once again of what had driven you to get naked for him in the first place.

Grunting quietly, you looked at him, grabbing him by his leather jacket to pull him close. He took the reluctant invitation immediately, kissing you so ferociously that he left you breathless within a heartbeat. Billy’s tongue slipped into your mouth, battling yours for dominance, his impatient hands travelling all over your sides until they came to rest against your butt cheeks.

Your eyes fluttered shut, the sensation of his lips against yours sucking you into the memory of how eager and willing you had been the first time he had taken you out for dinner. He’d been charming, cocky, had known exactly what to say to make your knees buckle… you would be lying if you claimed you didn’t enjoy making out with him now, the way you dug your nails into his shoulders was solid proof of that.

Fuck, stop it. It’s pretense. Pulling yourself together, you eventually mustered the necessary composure to push him away. Max’s friends, whoever they were, turned away quickly as if to pretend they hadn’t just gawked at you two.

Billy smirked cheekily. “You stole my gum.”

You had indeed. You blew a bubble with it casually, shrugging your shoulders in the process. “So get a new one. Are we leaving or what?”

“As you wish, doll. The chariot’s waiting.”

You rolled your eyes once more. You sincerely doubted Billy Hargrove would ever love anything or anyone more than this damned car.

“So?” you asked once you were both sat and Billy had started the engine, now driving you towards his house.

He gave you a quick glance. “So what?”

“What do I tell your dad? How long have we been dating? How did we make things official? What drugs did you give me so I’d start calling a jerk like you my boyfriend?”

Billy took a deep breath, gripping the steering wheel tighter. The quiet metal music coming from his radio was oddly calming and the entire car was reeking of cigarette smoke… you didn’t hate it. And that bothered you.

“Say you couldn’t get me out of your head after our first date. Leave the rest to me and just nod and smile.”

“Ever the sexist arse,” you remarked with a sweet smile.

“How’s that sexist? I’ve planned the lie through, alright? Just play along, doll, can you do that for me?”

“You’re practically forcing me to do this, it’s still sexist.”

“You lost a bet. I’m a fair winner.” He grinned, making you gnash your teeth and cross your arms before your chest. He wasn’t even wrong. You didn’t know what Billy had told his dad about you—you only knew that the man was allegedly abusive.

It was a thought that made you slightly nauseous and uncomfortable, even more so when Billy finally pulled up in the driveway and stopped the engine.

“Right, we’re here.” He turned his head to you and for the first time, it almost seemed like there was fear glistening in his blue eyes. “You won’t screw this up for me, right? Please.” Your lips parted when he spoke your name so softly it made your heart jump.

His eyebrows rose when you sighed, remembering what your friend had told you about Billy’s reason for moving. What if it was true? What if there was an actual reason for this ridiculous little white lie he’d spun with you? “No. No, I won’t screw it up. I’m not an arse. Billy… before we go in there, I need to ask you something though.”

“What?”

“Is it… is it true your dad hit you? Is that why you left? Is that… why you’re trying to impress him so much and make him believe I’m your girlfriend?”

When he snorted, you were certain he couldn’t possibly have reacted in any other way. But then, when his eyes met yours again… there wasn’t just fear swimming in them. It was terror—and all of a sudden, you actually felt bad for him.

No one deserved that. It probably wasn’t short of a miracle Billy was such an arsehole, he didn’t know it any better and all those girls he lured into his bed… that boy was so desperate for love it baffled you that you had never seen it before.

You’d act out of human decency. At least, that’s what you’d tell yourself throughout this evening, you decided when you finally got out of the car and let Billy take you inside. You were greeted by Max’s mum as soon as you stepped over the threshold. She embraced you warmly, then held you an arm-length away from her to look you in the eye.

“Billy has told me so much about you already. I’m so glad he found someone for himself. You’re as beautiful as he was raving too,” she added with a wink. It was then you spotted Max behind her, rolling her eyes and giving you an apologetic look.

“Yeah, what she said,” Billy’s father tossed in. You took a deep breath when he entered the hallway and offered you his hand. He almost squished your fingers when you took it.

“You actually do exist. He’s a little fuckboy, I was worried he’d made you up.”

“Oh… well, no, last time I checked I was real.”

Billy chuckled, pulling you close. Oddly enough, comfort flowed through you like a gushing wave of salt water when he did, calming your nerves that were all of a sudden competing at an imaginary race. You didn’t actually know if you were a good actress—and Max was already looking at you suspiciously but, with one single threatening look from Billy, she gave him a languid expression, rolled her eyes one more time, and made her way to the kitchen, presumably to help her mother finish dinner.

“Did you like the roses? I helped Billy pick them out for you,” Susan called out from over there when you took off your jacket and let Billy take it from you.

“Oh yes, they’re lovely, thank you.”

“So…” You shuddered when Neil spoke your name. It felt different. Whenever Billy said it, it felt like he was seducing you. “… how on Earth did my son pull you then? Don’t get me wrong, you seem proper enough, I just didn’t think he’d ever introduce an actual girlfriend to us. He fucks everything with boobs.”

Your eyes widened and you almost choked on the glass of water Max had handed you in the meantime.

“I… fell in love with him. I didn’t care about the girls before me because he didn’t either. I guess it just… happened.”

“Really…” Neil didn’t seem convinced—not because he thought you were lying, you were sure, but because he genuinely couldn’t believe a woman would fall for his son and give him a chance. Technically, you didn’t. And that made you feel even worse for him.

It was Susan who ended up resolving the tense situation by sticking her head through the open kitchen door. “Well… let’s eat, shall we? I made a rabbit stew for the occasion.”

You nodded gratefully, moving towards the set dining table that Neil pointed to.

“You’re quite a good actress, doll,” Billy whispered into your ear as he brushed past you, his hand sneaking around your waist. You shivered when you felt his warm breath against your earlobe. Damn him.

-

Sitting at the dinner table with Billy’s dad, Susan and Max was no less awkward than pretending to be Billy’s girlfriend. The conversations were forced and tense, almost as if every single one of them would have liked to be somewhere else.

Max excused herself as soon as she finished her plate, grabbed her skateboard and mumbled something about meeting up with Lucas, Mike, Dustin and Will to which Billy shot you an I-told-you-so-glare. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes but when he grabbed your hand under the table and squeezed it tightly almost as if to calm you down, you instantly relaxed. Your entwined fingers… felt good. It felt right. You could almost get used to that.

Shit, snap out of it!

“Are you two staying the night, Billy?” Susan asked politely as she stood to collect the dirty plates. Neil, in the meantime, did not make a single move, instead sipped on his beer. You suppressed a snort. If it was Billy and you, you’d make him help you or so help him.

“I don’t think so, Susan but thank you. I have an early shift tomorrow and my place is closer to the pool than yours.”

You were pretty certain that was a lie but even if it wasn’t, you appreciated Billy not trapping you here overnight too. You had to get away from him again as soon as you possibly could if you wanted to avoid catching actual feelings for him because with every passing minute… that got harder and harder.

Susan was surprisingly open-minded toward both him and you and Billy… talked. More than you had ever heard him talk. Turned out he was quite intelligent and took interest in the world of finance and various sports. He was quite good with geography, you figured, and he had only recently finished reading “The Name of the Rose” by Umberto Eco. If he had told you any of that… if he had told any girl any of that… he would have had no need to charm the pants off of everybody the way he did. Why did he always act like such an arsehole? Perhaps… perhaps because whatever he said, nothing was ever good enough for Neil. Perhaps… Billy had stopped bothering because he assumed he wouldn’t be able to impress girls with that either. Well… he’d certainly impressed you tonight without even knowing.

You caught yourself staring at him the moment your eyes met. Quickly, you snapped yourself out of it and cleared your throat.

“Would you like some dessert?” Susan’s voice tore through the sudden silence.

“I’m full, Susan, thank you,” Bill responded, not taking his gaze off of you. You swallowed.

“Me too. I won’t have to eat for three more days after this. It was delicious.”

Susan smiled. “I’m glad to hear that.”

“Let me take you home,” Billy continued then, getting up from his chair. You nodded, holding back a whine when he inevitably let go of your hand to retrieve your jacket for you. As soon as you joined him, he pressed his lips on yours as if to prove a point. Wait, no… he was proving a point. So why did you melt into that kiss? His hands on your cheeks felt good, even more so when his thumbs stroked over your cheekbones.

By the time he released you, both Neil and Susan were standing as well, ready to say goodbye.

“It was… nice to meet you, Neil. And you, Susan.”

“The pleasure was all mine, my dear. Come visit again soon, will you?” Max’s mum pulled you into a hug, Neil gave you another painful handshake.

“Take care of him. The boy really does need a woman in his life who’ll take care of his shit.” Sexist idiot.

You smiled sweetly at him to not provoke a fight, more than happy when Billy finally led you back outside and to his car. He lit himself a cigarette all the while you let out a relieved sigh as soon as the door closed behind you and inhaled the crisp cold air. It was dark out already.

“Thank you,” Billy broke the silence after a few heartbeats. “You saved my ass today.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I’ll take you home.”

And then what? We never speak of this again?

“Don’t you think they’ll find out eventually? That we’re not actually a couple?”

“I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. I don’t live here anymore. My dad can go suck a dick, I won’t tell him shit about my relationships after tonight.”

“And what if Susan asks about me again?”

“What’s with the questions?” He barked with a start.

“Well, excuse me, Billy, you dragged me into this net of lies. What do I tell everybody else? The town is quite small in case you haven’t noticed.” And strangely, I wouldn’t be opposed to keeping up the act for a while longer, you added silently.

“Yeah, yeah… I’ll figure something out. I’m taking you home, get in the car.” He dropped the butt of his cigarette to the ground and blew the smoke into the cold air before stomping it out with his shoe.

You did as you were told only barely managing not to mutter a quiet “arsehole”. You absolutely hated the effect he had on you and when for a split second, he wasn’t being insufferable… he was actually likeable. You’d seen it. Tonight, you had seen it and you wanted more of it. It gave your heart… and your pussy, god damn it, a reason to desire him and that fucking pissed you off, and hence…

Hence the car ride back to your place was quiet. Only that made you even angrier. With every passing second, the sexual tension between you grew more and more.

“So when are you taking Sally out, then?” you asked spitefully.

Billy smirked and shook his head. “I’m not taking her out. Well, I probably will now that I’ve told her I would but I won’t fuck her. She’s not my type.”

Your jaw dropped, head whipping in his direction. “So what, you just played her in order to get me to agree to this?”

“Would you rather I fucked her?” That shut you up. No. Of course not. First of all, you didn’t want Sally to experience the very same heartbreak you had gone through because of him. Second of all… the thought of it oddly made you jealous.

You gnashed your teeth, refusing to say another word to him until he stopped the car right in front of your house and you practically stormed out of his car.

“Hey!”

You spun around, prepared for another snarky comment. Billy had climbed out of the car, holding the bouquet he had gotten you.

“You forgot your roses.”

“Right. Thanks.” You rolled your eyes, treading back to retrieve them from him and staring him down in the process but Billy was unwilling to lose the stare-down contest. It was the moment his fingers brushed against yours that you lost it—that you both lost it.

The roses landed on the asphalt when he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you so ferociously he knocked all air from your body before he flipped you around and pressed you against the side of his car, his tongue invading your mouth to taste you all the while you dug your nails into his jacket.

Hastily, Billy opened the door to the backseat of his car without parting with your lips even once. He pushed you back inside impatiently, hovering above you with your feet dangling out.

“Climb in,” he breathed out in between a few more sloppy kisses. His saliva was all over your chin at this point and yet, you never wanted him to stop making out with you ever again. You’d missed this. You’d missed him. And you hadn’t realised just how much you missed having sex with him after that one night your subconscious had been holding on to so tightly it now made you dizzy.

You did as you were told so Billy could close the door, next thing you knew he was already tugging at your clothes to get you naked. You had to admit it wasn’t so easy to undress in a car and you were more than just grateful to your past you for wearing a skirt today. Billy ripped your knickers straight off of you, tossing them away.

“Ass! You’re… buying me… a new pair…” You managed to choke out in between his sloppy kisses. Fuck, that man really did know how to snog. As an apology, he dipped his right hand between your legs, cupping your pussy in a possessive manner before gently parting your lips and teasing your clit with this middle finger.

You arched your back, unable to hold back a moan and you were glad the engine was still running to drown out the noise you were making to any passers-by. Billy worked you up quickly, his other hand busying himself with your jacket, your top and your bra. You groaned once he had gotten them all off of you with your help.

Fuck, why were you naked already and he wasn’t?

“Saves time,” he responded. Wait, had you said that out loud? Was his delicious treatment already clouding your senses? Bucking your hips up to meet his delicious touches, you soon felt a familiar heat pooling between your legs. Billy had you wet within minutes and when he pushed two fingers inside of you and curled them to stimulate your g-spot, you were putty in his hands.

The slick noises of him fucking you with his digits filled the car along with your panting, his thumb never ceasing to play with your clit. More kisses, more tongue, more teeth.

He soon left a wet trail from your jaw down to your neck, tasting his way all over your upper body. You whimpered when he found that one sensitive spot right below your eyes and began to suck on it with relish until your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You were sure he’d leave a hickey. Now that was going to be fun explaining this to Sally tomorrow—but right now, you couldn’t care less.

Eventually, Billy withdrew visibly reluctant, leaning over to the passenger seat to open the glove compartment to snatch a condom. You sat up, giving him more space. He was quick to fumble with his belt and the buttons and zipper of his jeans and you watched with your mouth practically watering how with but a few skilled and quick movements of his hands, he rolled the condom over his erect member. The light in the car was gloomy, you couldn’t make out all of his features but it was enough to give his hard cock a moment of appreciation. You licked your lips, imagining what it would feel like to suck him like a popsicle. But maybe not in the car.

Billy sat back then, his hands wrapping around your wrists to pull you towards him. You climbed on his lap, careful not to bang your head on the roof of the car and held on to his shoulders all the while he guided his length into your dripping cunt.

Slowly, you sat down on him, impaling yourself on his cock until he was fully sheathed inside of you, pressing against your cervix. The slight pain was bittersweet, even more so when he cupped your arse under your skirt and began to move you for him. You fell into a fast and greedy rhythm soon enough, riding him eagerly on the hunt for your release.

Your foreheads were touching, his warm breath ghosting over your lips. Soon, you were fucking vigorously, a moaning and lustful mess turning the windows around you foggy. The smell of sex filled the entire car, the slick noises of your pussy and skin slapping against skin heightening your arousal even further.

You were done for when he sneaked his hands between your legs again, right to where your bodies met to give that sensitive bundle of nerves some more attention. You stopped lifting your hips up and down for a second, grinding on him to intensify the sensation and then, just like that, you fell.

Just like the first time you’d slept together, Billy was one of the very few men who’d ever accomplished to make you cum—the fact that he was insanely attractive obviously helped but it was his skilled fingers that knew exactly what to do with you, playing you like an instrument.

Your orgasm rippled through you uncontrollably, your cunt squeezing his cock, demanding his seed. You were almost annoyed by the thin layer of latex separating the two of you when he too came, thrusting up into you a few more times before grabbing a hold of your arse again and pressing you down on him all the while your pulsing walls were still milking his jerking dick for all he was worth.

Your legs were shaking by the time you both came down from your high. Letting your head fall on his shoulder, your heavy breathing was the only sound echoing through the car for a few moments.

“I’ll pick you up after my shift tomorrow,” he suddenly said.

“For… what?” you panted.

“I’m taking you out. Without pretending this time.” You whined when he lifted you off of him to remove the condom from his softening cock. To busy yourself, you gathered your clothes in the meantime.

“And…” Hesitant, you put your bra back on, struggling with the clasp a little. Your hands were still trembling from your orgasm. “What’s the endgame?”

Billy stared at you, almost as if he was outraged you’d dare ask him to speak it out loud. With your heart in your mouth, part of you was way too excited about the fact that maybe… maybe whatever there was between you could be more.

“I don’t know, okay? Fuck, I like… I do like the idea of you being my girlfriend. There. Happy?”

You grinned, biting your lower lip after adjusting your skirt and pulling your shirt back over your head, not bothering to put your jacket back on for the few metres to your door.

“Yeah. Very much so, actually.”

Billy shook his head. “Great.”

“I should… head inside now.”

“Don’t forget those cheesy flowers, they were goddamn expensive.”

You chuckled, picking them up from the ground when you got out of the car. They’d survived the fall, luckily, with only a few petals now decorating the cold asphalt. This time, the cold air hit you like a blow in the face, your sweaty skin much more vulnerable to the cool temperatures. Billy followed suit after adjusting his trousers, pulling you close to him yet again.

“Good night, Billy.”

“Good night. Dream of me.” He winked, kissing you gently one last time. “And Happy Valentine’s Day.”

You scoffed. “Happy Valentine’s Day, you arse.”

You could still feel his hot gaze on you until you’d disappeared inside your house and locked the door behind you. Fuck. You’d dream of him tonight indeed.

-

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[fictionalmenxyn]

What it’s like to date, ¡Gaz!

He is really laid back, like he’ll let you take your time during the beginning unless you don’t want you. Whatever you do he is fine with it.

He loves when you two do stuff together either it’s sitting and watching tv or going out to find a place to go like either a pub or maybe a arcade. Wherever you go, you’ll both have fun no matter what.

If you wake up in the morning and he isn’t in bed but rather downstairs. And you feel a little cold, so you throw on one of his t-shirts. You go downstairs and see his making breakfast, you see him turn around and as he turns around to see you in his clothes. This man has melted, he loves if you wear his clothes. It makes him feel like you two are closer because you two are comfortable in wearing his clothes and sometimes if like wearing oversized clothes and they look nice he’d try it on and ask you if he could wear it. Most of the time he would.

This man loves his movies though. But I feel like he’s a marvel fan and his favourite character is either Flacon or Black Widow. If you told him you haven’t seen a marvel movie he’ll offer to make a date and it’d be you two making you sofa into a bed and you two watch every marvel movie in order. And the whole time you could feel him squeeze your hand if something dramatic or someone is fighting. You loved how much he enjoys something and makes him happy. You ended up taking him to this marvel thing where you can see the suits and props they would use. (In irl I have been to one, it was rlly good)

He is definitely quality time and physical touch. He loves when he comes through the door and the first thing he does is give you a hug. He loves if you are both in the kitchen and he’s grabbing a snack and your making a tea; he’ll just come over to you and give you a kiss or a kiss on your shoulder.

I feel like another way he may show his love is by placing his head on you. Like a head bump but a gentle one. Like if he’s eating but wants to give you a kiss he’d just use his head.

If you have little siblings they are all over him. He’d be chasing them in the garden playing tag. He’d be making cup cakes with them. Anything he just loves that your family has welcomed him.

He enjoys car rides. Like if you two are going out and it’s far enough to drive, he’ll drive. Especially if it’s summer, he’d put down the windows or roof if you have a convertible. And he’d blast music that is from your shared playlist. And you two would love singing to your favourite songs and enjoying the moment together.

He’d definitely ask if you would like to go to a concert or festival, if you both are into music then he’d look for as many concerts as possible and write them down in notes.

He’s also definitely a wind up, you two will be together and he’ll think of something you’ve done and just wind you up about it. He’s just into banter and messing around. “You only live once so why not have some fun?” That’s Gaz’s saying

If your in the garden and it’s sunny out and your trying to catch a tan. He’d come over with a glass of cold water and ice and some snack and come and sit on the side of your lounger. He’d talk to you and offer to put sunscreen or tanning oil on you. Later you would set up the umbrella and shuffle up a little so he either is laying with his head on your stomach or your both sat up on the lounger.

He just loves spending as much time with you as possible. Since he joined the military it’s hard for spending most of the time with you. So when he’s home he’s by your side and you love it. It shows how genuine he is in this relationship even if it’s distance most of the time.

If he is away and he has some free time, he is FaceTiming you. He tells you the places he’s been and that he got you somethings from that place. You ask how he is and if he knows a date he’s coming back on. You two talk and when you have to go you both kiss the screen and end the call.

In the morning, if he’s tiered he’ll pull you in closer and kind of trap you from leaving the bed. He always says “good morning, my love, how did you sleep?” And he always gives you lots of kisses all over your face.

In the night, he lets you lay on him so he knows your there and he rubs your back to sooth you. Some nights he lays on you so you do the same.

He is an amazing boyfriend and you both have a strong and healthy relationship.

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[chaotic-orphan]

I have a request if thats okay: hero is very scared of villain, but was assigned on a mission to fight them anyway. hero accidentally falls into one of villain’s traps and villain finds hero completely powerless. villain also has mind reading powers and likes to use people’s fears against them.

Intoxicating Fear (I)

The Old Fairground

“Well, well, well,” the voice bounced off the walls and echoed back to Kit who turned in place, eyes scanning the emptiness of the old fairground. There were so many old kiosks dotted around that it created plenty of shadows for Omen to hide in, to watch Kit from.

As if Kit needed more of a reason to be afraid of Omen.

A rush of wind to his left and Kit stepped backwards and to the right, whirling. There was no one there. Omen had to be close, close enough for Kit to hear him over the lapping of the waves beneath the old, creaking boardwalk.

“I didn’t expect Superhero to send his prodigy. Will wonders never cease?” The voice sounded so close to Kit; Omen’s voice was normal as if he were chatting over a coffee in a cafe somewhere. He wasn’t shouting to be heard over the wind and the waves. It made a shudder run down Kit’s spine.

“I must have scared them off and he sent you as mere entertainment for me, hmm? For sport? Are you truly that expendable, little Hero?”

“You must have me confused with someone else,” Kit called out into the darkness. Attempting to be brave. Surprising even himself when his voice sounded strong, sure, confident. “I don’t usually talk a lot during my assignments.”

“Pity,” said Omen and it sounded like he was right behind Kit. Kit rounded on his heel, leg up and deadly as it whipped through empty air and found nobody. Kit could see his breath reflect on the chilly Autumn night air and pretended it wasn’t a hitch in his breathing, but more a controlled labour. As if he were in control. “I love a good chat before a fight. Really gets the blood pumping. Perhaps we can shake it up for you, hmm? Good to be out of your comfort zone.”

“Or we can do this the good ol’ fashioned way and you can face me. Stop hiding in the shadows like a coward.”

The fairground went quiet after that. A whistle of wind blowing the creaky floorboards under Kit’s boots the only sounds wrapping around Kit.

“I’ll tell you what, Hero,” said Omen, and Kit could hear the smile in his voice. “Since you want to jump the gun so much and get down to brass tax, I’ll give you a little hint as to where I am.”

Kit’s heart thundered against his chest at Omen’s suggestion. He didn’t want to face Omen at all. Maybe he was a little too convincing. Maybe he sounded a little too brave.

Carnival music started up, followed by lights. Kit followed them with his eyes and found he led to the old arcade. Of course he did. Omen couldn’t have found a less creepy spot, no? That would simply be asking too much.

Kit rolled his shoulders. Then started walking towards the arcade.

Okay, it’s fine. He could do this. He could do this. Superhero trusted him enough to get the job done. He would be fine. He would be okay.

When he got to the entrance of the arcade, fingers wrapped around the handle, Omen spoke again: “let’s play hide and seek, hmm? I’ll hide, you seek.”

Kit grit his teeth, setting his jaw and swung the door open, stepping into the dark arcade. A cord of orange and blue light permeated the walls and ceiling, while the rest of it was different panels of black. There were enough shadows for Omen to hide in, but this place was more open than the pier. At least here Kit had a chance.

Omen and his stupid mind games.

Kit wanted to slap his forehead at not realising sooner how clear he could hear Omen. This whole time he was taunting Kit from his own mind. Poking about and taking up residence like walking into people’s minds and meddling was something completely normal and acceptable. Mentor’s face crossed Kit’s mind and he frowned and pushed it out of his mind.

Telepaths always creeped Kit out anyways.

A scream rang through the arcade and Kit was running before the screaming stopped. He needed to find the civilian Omen had caught… Kit slowed to a walk as the screaming faded.

What if Omen was making this in his head?

What if there was actually no one?

What if this was a trap?

What if, what if, what if— what if wasn’t good enough. Not good enough to warrant Kit to not try and help. If there was a possibility Omen was hurting someone Kit had to save them. He took an oath to protect people. To protect the innocents in the city.

Even if the thought of facing Omen made him want to get sick. Kit clenched his fists and pulled the electricity from the machines around them. The lights flickered briefly and then settled, although a bit dimmer. Crackles of blue lightning cloaked Kit’s fist and made him feel a little better about his inevitable, encroaching encounter with Omen.

Another scream and Kit turned to the left and took off, running through the employee’s only door. A series of offices were on the right side of the hallway and Kit looked in everyone as he ran past.

“Hello?! Where are you?!”

“Malyn?! Malyn? Is that you? Malyn, Run! Get help! Don’t—” Kit could feel the blood drain from his face at the voice. That was Other Hero’s voice. What were they doing here?! They were supposed to be with Superhero… unless Superhero could handle the disturbance in fifth and sent Other Hero for backup. Fuck.

Fuck!

Kit didn’t want to do this. He didn’t want to be here. He wanted to go home and hide under the covers and cry, and not deal with Omen. OtherHero was stronger than Kit anyway. How was Kit supposed to win against Omen?

Kit got to the end of the hallway and saw the double doors open to the pier again. He swallowed hard, pushing against the handles of the glass door, and walked out onto the boardwalk.

Opposite Kit, close to the fence above the ocean, Omen stood, a gun held to Other Hero’s head that was kneeling a little in front and to the right of Omen. Omen’s appearance alone would strike fear into the hearts of lions.

His face was pale, and that contrasted the darkness to the rest of his features. He had shoulder length raven hair slicked back, a few strands framing his face. Eyes so dark they looked almost black, and his lips a pale red, more naturally pigmented than anyone Kit knew.

Omen smiled when he set those horrible dark eyes on Kit. “Hello Malyn. You found me.”

God, his voice was so much worse up close.

Before it was normal, neutral, but in reality, his voice had depth to it. A mocking lilt and a knowingness that made Kit feel exposed.

Too exposed.

“Yeah,” said Kit, swallowing hard, the blue sparks cackling up his arms. “I found you. So, I win hide and seek, right? How about you let Other Hero go as a prize?”

Omen tilted his head to the side, a smile growing on his lips. “No,” Omen admonished with his silvery voice. “How about a trade, hmm? You for them.”

“Malyn don’t—” Other Hero let out a shrill scream without Omen even lifting a finger. Kit started forward, but Omen pressed the gun to Other Hero’s head and raised his eyebrows in warning at Kit.

As if saying: do you really wanna do that?

Kit held his hands up in surrender and said: “Okay fine. Fine! Let them go!”

Omen didn’t move for a moment, Other Hero still screaming and crying, and Kit fought the urge to step in to help. If he moved quick enough, he could get Omen with a bolt and he’d drop the gun at least… but then he’d have to deal with Omen’s rage and his power.

And Kit knew he weren’t brave enough to do that.

Omen straightened his head and drew the hammer of the gun back with a click. Other Hero stopped screaming and fell to the boardwalk. Kit moved towards them, but Omen stopped them with a light: “ah-ah, Malyn. Trade, remember? You for them.”

“At least let me—”

“No,” Omen’s tone was so final it caused Kit to pause. His heart was pounding against his chest, blood rushing in his ears as he turned his head to face Omen, eyes pleading. He might as well have been trying to talk to a brick wall. “Come along, Malyn.”

“I’m alright here,” said Kit voice shaky, standing protectively between Other Hero and Omen. Omen turned, dark eyes finding Kit’s and the humour draining from his face.

Omen let out a dark, humourless chuckle. “Cute that you think I can’t touch Other Hero with you like that. You want to test it?”

Kit didn’t move. He swallowed hard, planting his feet on the boardwalk. Omen’s eyes narrowed as familiar cackling swelled around Kit’s fists, up his arms to his shoulders and engulfed his body. His hair standing up on his head.

Omen grinned a hollow smile. His lips turning up but his eyes still that intense, black emptiness… Kit’s hands grew clammy as Omen turned to face them. He stood casual, one hand in his black overcoat while the other held the gun at his side.

“Alright little Hero. Give it your best shot.”

Kit didn’t need to be told twice. He threw both his hands forward, palms facing Omen as blue electricity gathered in his palms and shot towards Omen. The arc travelling at the speed of light before—

Kit screamed, his body spasming as he dropped to his knees, drenched in sea water. Kit put his hands out to catch them before he fell forward, coughing out a gasp of air.

His mind moving like sludge.

How… how did…?

The answer was the boot of Other Hero stepping in front of Kit. Fuck. Other Hero could control water. Fuck fuck fuck. If he were under Omen’s control…

“Other Hero…” Kit tried and immediately another blast of water hit Kit harder than a canon. He was thrown back a few feet onto his back and gasped as the wind was ripped from his lungs. This time Kit saw the tunnel of water swirling above him before it was blasted down at him.

Kit rolled to the side, springing to his feet, glaring at Omen who was grinning behind Other Hero. Using them as a fucking puppet. Kit couldn’t use his powers, not unless he wanted to fall unconscious within a few seconds. Fuck. How did Omen even know?! Apart from almost hitting the villain with a bolt two seconds ago, but that was two seconds of reaction. Kit had barely debuted to society.

“Alright there, Sparky? Or do you want to try and hit me again?”

“You fucking—” a rope of water coiled around Kit’s throat and yanked him towards Other Hero. Kit was on his knees as another tonne of water hit Kit from above and drowned him in it. Omen walked up next to Other Hero smiling down at Kit.

“What was that, Sparkles? I couldn’t hear you.”

Omen didn’t even wait for answer. He turned to touch Other Hero’s temple and Other Hero crumbled to the ground. A puppet with his strings cut. Kit reached out, a hand on Other Hero’s pulse and he sighed, sitting back on his heels.

Alive.

Just unconscious.

The relief was short lived, replaced by a vivid fear gripping him in it’s cold vice as a thin, lithe finger came under Kit’s chin and tilted his head up to look into those void-like eyes. Kit felt the hairs on his body stand up as a chill tan through him like ice spreading through his veins, seizing his limbs, rendering them motionless. Useless.

Not his limbs.

Not his limbs, his mind cried as he pushed to a standing position.

His legs pushed against gravity without Kit’s say so. His heart cracking against his ribs was threatening to break them it was pounding so hard. Kit licked his dry lips, the taste of sea salt coating his tongue.

His body was moving by another’s command. Kit tried to battle Omen’s easy control, but he didn’t know what to look for to fight him off. Panic was the only thing Kit had control over in his brain and it wasn’t exactly helping.

Omen’s lips spread slow, creeping across his face into a horrific, charming smile. His black eyes betraying his inhumanity.

“Aren’t you full of surprises, Sparks. I’m sure you’ve heard the stories of those who go against me, yes?”

Kit swallowed and didn’t answer. He didn’t even want to look at Omen, but he couldn’t turn his head away. He couldn’t move. Rooted to the spot because that’s exactly where Omen wanted him. Mentor’s face flashed again through Kit’s mind, turning his stomach.

“Oh yes,” said Omen, tone reminiscent. “Old Mentor went mad trying to stop me, poor dear.”

“You drove him crazy! You weaponised his own mind against him,” Kit said, hatred colouring his tone. Omen smirked.

“I was going to do the same to you,” said Omen, his voice flowing through Kit’s ears like liquid silver. “It’s a favourite of my many gifts. Not at all fit for combat like lightning or water, but I can break you without breaking a sweat. Even before I took your body you couldn’t lift a finger against me.”

Kit scoffed, his lips curling back into a snarl. “Think very highly of yourself, don’t you?”

“Of course I do. I’m not an idiot,” said Omen. “But you think even higher of me, Malyn. Mentor’s fear was easy. Powerlessness. Inhibit his control of his power in his brain like a little switch and let his fear do the rest. But you?”

Omen stepped closer and Kit wanted so much to step back but Omen didn’t allow it, and Kit’s limbs didn’t move despite his brain screaming: danger, danger! DANGER!

“Your biggest fear is me,” said Omen, his voice taking on a revered quality to it. Omen moved his hand down from Kit’s chin to his throat and Kit flinched, his throat bobbing under Omen’s grip. Omen let out a soft laugh of surprise, his black eyes going back to Kit’s as he tightened the grip on Kit’s neck. “It’s intoxicating.”

“Superhero will send reinforcements,” Kit tried, his voice cracking, betraying his own disbelief. “He know—”

“Let Superhero come,” said Omen. “We’ll leave Other Hero here for them to find.”

Kit’s heart skipped a beat. “W- we will?”

Omen laughed again, dark eyes drinking in Kit’s fear. “Oh yes, sweet Hero. I could grow used to getting drunk off your fear, there’s no way I’m letting that go. You’ll have to come with me.”

Kit felt tears building behind his eyes as Omen spoke. Omen grinned as he noticed them. He raised a crooked index finger up to catch a tear as it fell onto Omen’s knuckle.

His dark eyes drew Kit’s in as Kit tried to fight off Omen’s command of his body. “No... no, please no,” he begged, his body shaking even under Omen’s compulsion.

“Yes, Malyn. Oh yes, absolutely yes. Don’t worry. It will be absolutely terrifying. You’re going to forget the road trip there however, you understand I can’t have you telling tales.”

“Omen please—” Kit cried, and it was the last thing he remembered before Omen shut his memory down and blackness descended on his mind.

*~*~*~*~*

This was such a fun request! Thank you anon! I hope you enjoy ^~^

Continued here

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[fernsnailz]

Not sure if you’re familiar with Crash Bandicoot 4: It's About Time but I feel like Sonic Prime is the animated version of that game like the plot/style doesn’t really fit Sonic games while Crash both stays in that arcade jungle setting AND has the shattered time and space themes which they focus heavily on the recent game. The villains already are a bunch of scientists and I feel like either the team from Crash games or someone specific like Nicholas Cole just slapped Sonic Prime on the script for a Crash Netflix show and edited some characters

okay i understand the point you’re trying to make, but unfortunately you sent this ask to someone who works in animation and i need to set the record straight here: that is not how TV animation works

first, you’re right that Nicholas Kole worked on both Crash 4 and Sonic Prime! he’s also done work for the Spyro series, some Disney projects, and a bunch of other cool stuff. however, he specializes almost entirely in character design and concept art. this means that he helped develop specific parts of the visual look for Prime REALLY early on, such as designing some of the characters like Knuckles the Dread. however, that was likely the extent of his involvement in the show. character designers and concept artists normally do not edit the script, and often these artists draw their concepts before the script is even finished.

this is all stuff that happens VERY early in a show’s development, so Kole’s work on the show is probably multiple years old by now. and yeah, that jungle art DOES look a bit like the stuff that he did on Crash 4… because that’s just what Kole's art style looks like. he uses bright colors and varied shapes in a really distinct way on EVERY project he works on, which is probably why they hired him on Prime!

but even if that concept art was inspired by Crash, the jungle universe doesn’t even look like the concept art in the final version of the show! because it was concept art!! it was meant to be an exploration in styles, not a definitive look at the final product. this jungle below is a COMPLETELY different look than what was explored in the concept art. it sooooorta looks like the style of Crash 4, but it's FAR different from the initial concepts presented earlier.

(any person who modeled and painted this environment would ALSO have to be a dedicated Crash fan if they wanted to just turn Sonic Prime into Crash Prime)

and so far, this is completely ignoring the fact that the jungle concept art included in the ask probably isn't even Kole's. it looks very different from his style to me, and as far as i can find no artist has actually been credited for the leaked Prime concept art floating around. Kole has only mentioned his contributions to the character designs on Prime.

this is all a HUGE tanget from the actual argument you're trying to make in this ask, and i apologize for that - but my main point here is that this is a trend i see a lot in online fandoms, where people really like to place blame for issues in media onto one specific person and say "hey it's THIS guy's fault that this show is bad." what a lot of people don’t seem to understand is that these are collaborative art forms. there are so, so many people who worked on Prime, all the way from the first draft of the script to when it was being exported for Netflix, and a lot of these people probably don’t even show up in the credits! if there’s something you don’t like about this show, it’s unfair to single out a specific person to blame because TV shows are not made by one person. they come from a team of artists all working together to try and make something great, not one of the concept artists trying to turn the new sonic show into Crash 5. Nicholas Kole is a single character designer that worked on Prime. he is not solely responsible for an artstyle that you may dislike, because he is not the only person that developed the artstyle. there is no specific person to blame here.

regardless, i can’t really say much about your main point concerning the similarities between Crash 4 and Prime because i don't know as much about Crash series. my instinct is to just go “yeah of course they’re similar, multiverse stories with brightly colored rocks are the big trend in all franchises right now and they’re both 3D platformers from similar eras of gaming that have always featured cartoon talking animals fighting evil scientists, so of course they’ll seem alike.” but hey i mean what do i know

that's all, please know that this isn't meant to be an attack against you or anything! i'm just really used to seeing people blame individual artists and animators for stuff that isn't their fault, and i'm just. kinda tired of it. i will also spare you from my second ramble/disagreement about a sonic game or show in the crash style. because i think that would look fuckin INCREDIBLE

#blease.. if you're going to critique an animated project then have a basic understanding of how the animation pipeline works #hello welcome to my nicholas kole defense post in this essay i will explain how animation for TV is made #fernasks #long post

[empresskylo]

𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 – 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

[part 1]   𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | hopper tries to avoid you, but fails. you tease him to his breaking point. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | jim hopper x fem!reader 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | smut— unprotected sex, large age gap, size kink,  power dynamic. 𝐰𝐜 | 3k+ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | as requested, here is part two. i hope it doesn’t disappoint. also, this can be read w/out having read part 1.

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「 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 」 r.h. masterlist

Jim Hopper was set on avoiding you after that night, but that proved to be a lot harder than expected. He cursed himself out when he had arrived home. How the fuck could he have let himself act on his perverted fantasies? He worked with your dad for fucks sake! 

And still, you had consumed his every thought he had. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. About the way your lips parted when his hands grabbed your exposed skin. The way you moved slowly on top of him. The soft noises you made…

Jim shook his head, trying to focus back on the paperwork sprawled out across his desk. 

“Hi, dad.” He heard a far-too-familiar voice say down the hall. 

Speak of the devil.

He got up to close his door but you were too fast for him. 

“Hi, Chief,” you said, a smile creeping onto your lips.

Hopper held the door in his hand, avoiding your eyes. 

“Need something, kid?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Just wanted to see you.”

“Jesus, will you keep your voice down!” Hopper yell-whispered. 

He looked down the hall and then yanked you into his office. You gasped as he pushed you against the wall. “Why are you doing this to me?” He growled.

“Doing what?! I just came to drop off my dad’s lunch!”

He released his grip on you and walked angrily to his desk. He shouldn’t be acting like this. Of course he was going to run into you. You often showed up at the station to visit your dad. It was inevitable.

He huffed as he sat down, staring at you while he contemplated his next words. You stood with your arms by your side, gulping under his trapping gaze.

“Listen. I’m sorry about…” he almost couldn’t say it, “the other night. I shouldn’t have… We shouldn’t have… I didn’t mean to—“ 

You cut him off. “Yeah, yeah. I get it.” You spoke in an absentminded way like you were repeating something from a movie script. “It was a mistake. You regret it. You don’t want me to mention it to anyone, even my friends. Blah, blah, blah. I got it.” You crossed your arms, a bit annoyed. Had Hopper really regretted being with you? Were you just the first warm body available to him that night? 

“Alright then,” he said, not completely convinced. You pursed your lips and nodded awkwardly. “You can go back to your dad now, sorry for pulling you in here.” He looked down at his desk, pretending to write on the sheets in front of him, a bit embarrassed. 

You turned to leave, but before you made it past the corner, you couldn’t help but ask, “Was it really that bad?” Your voice was rather small, a bit embarrassed now by this whole ordeal.

Hopper looked up at you and scratched the back of his neck. “No! I mean, no,” he corrected. “It was good, great really,” he mumbled. 

You smirked. So now you knew–Hopper enjoyed himself, it was the relationship you had with him that was the problem. Because you were the daughter of his friend. And that you were so much younger. 

Hopper regretted admitting that to you the second it left his lips. 

He watched your lips curve into a smile and he felt his heartbeat quicken ever so slightly. He didn’t look away as you lingered in the doorway before walking back down the hall, using your hand to flip your skirt up as you went, giving Hopper a quick view of your panties. 

His leg jerked and slammed it against his desk making him curse under his breath. He shut his eyes and let out a breath in fury.

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The next time he saw you was when he got a call down near the arcade. As he was walking away from the drunk man being shoved in the back of Callahan’s car, he saw you through the arcade window. His eyes traced along with your slim jeans and fitting shirt. You were laughing at something one of your friends said when you turned and met Hopper’s eyes in the lot. When he realized you saw him, he tried to get back to his truck as quickly as he could. Like before, you beat him to it–he thought about how you really should join the track team. 

You told your friends you’d be right back and made your way out into the evening air. In record time, you met Hopper at the side of his truck. He towered over you, looking down angrily as you blocked his access to the driver’s side door. He decided to take a disinterested approach. “What?” His voice sounded bitter. 

“Want to join me?” You asked sweetly, motioning behind you. 

“To the arcade? Yeah, no thanks. I have shit to do.” 

You moved, blocking him as he tried to reach for his door handle. “I guess we could go back to your place then.” 

His eyes widened, checking to make sure no one was close enough to hear your conversation. “I know you want to…” you let your voice linger off, looking up at him with doe-eyes. 

He huffed in an unsteady breath, clearly blowing his nonchalant cover. You were affecting him. 

You stepped into him and smiled when Hopper didn’t move back. “I know you’ve been thinking about me. You can’t avoid me forever.”

He wanted to say something back, but he thought it was best to not engage with you. You wanted him to slam you against his truck and take you right there and so did he. You would just have to break him. You turned to leave, but your hand grabbed his crotch before you did, making Jim jump. And then you were off, heading back into the arcade. 

Hopper hurried into his truck before anyone could spot his growing erection. 

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You peered out of your bedroom window and saw Hopper’s truck creep along the edge of your lawn. You raised an eyebrow as you watched the tall man step out of his vehicle and approach your front door. 

You left your spot behind your window shades and ran down the stairs. Hopper’s knuckles rapped at the door and you hesitantly opened it.

“Hopper?” You asked, the brooding man towering above you in the doorway. 

His gaze shifted away from you and lingered in the empty hall behind you. “Your dad told me to come check on you.”

You laughed, “Jesus, he’ll be home tonight. What does he think is going to happen within the whole 24 hours he’s been gone?” 

Hopper didn’t mirror your amusement. He looked down and noticed for the first time your lack of clothing, clearly you were not expecting any visitors. He gulped and fixed his eyes back on the void behind you. 

You mentally rolled your eyes at Jim’s seriousness. “Did you want to come in? Make sure there’s no murderer hiding in the closet.”

You lazily walked away and headed back up the stairs, leaving Hopper to close the door in the entryway.

You could hear his loud boots on the floor below you as you lay in your bed, flipping aimlessly through a magazine. You knew he’d walk past your open door eventually, you just didn’t know when.

After being in the house for less than a minute, a dark shadow appeared under your doorframe.

“So you’re all set here then?” 

You looked up at him and pushed yourself onto your knees. 

“Yup.” You responded, letting the ‘p’ pop off your tongue. 

Jim hovered for a moment before nodding and leaving. You rolled your eyes for real this time.

“Actually,” you began. Hopper appeared back in his spot a bit too eagerly, one hand resting on your door handle. “My record player hasn’t been working. Would you take a look at it?”

He shook his head, “I’m just here to calm your paranoid father, not to act as your repair man.”

“Please,” you begged. 

Hopper knew he should have just left, but his legs had a mind of their own as he walked into your bedroom. You pointed to the player by your closet and Hopper began examining it. You got up, making your way beside him as he worked. He tried to increase the space between the two of you. “Oh, Jesus. It’s just unplugged,” he said annoyed. You made a faux-shocked face. 

He began to lean over before you stopped him. “It’s alright, I got it.” You got on to your knees and reached for the plug buried between the bureau it sat on and the wall. As you leaned in further, your fingertips just brushed along the plug. Your ass had been propped straight into the air. You took your time, fumbling with the plug as you tried to plug it back in. 

When you stood back up, you smiled in success as Hopper’s eyes had gone dark while he locked on to your body. “Hop–” You began but were cut off by his large hands grabbing your hips and pulling you forcefully into him, his lips smashing against yours. You melted into his touch, your legs going limp beneath you. You gasped for breath as Hopper pulled away. “This is what you wanted, right?” He demanded. “Wanted to push me to the edge? Wanted to torture me? Hm?” His voice boomed in your small room. 

Your cheeks were red as he held you. When you didn’t answer, Hopper spun you both around and shoved you back onto your bed. You collided with the mattress in a yelp and were soon covered by Jim’s body. He began placing kisses on your neck and exposed collar bone, making your eyes flutter. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mumbled into your skin. 

His hands slid down your sides and pushed your tanktop up and slid them beneath the fabric. His palms were on your breasts, thanking the gods for your lack of bra. 

As his hands kneaded, he continued to kiss along your jaw and neck. Hopper squeezed one of your nipples between his fingers and you audibly gasped. Your hips pushed up against his, desperately wanting to create friction. 

“Such an eager girl.” 

You nodded, Hopper’s hand making its way down to your PJ shorts. His hand slid under the waistband and he stroked along your underwear. You stifled a moan, his finger sliding between you. He could feel the moisture soak his finger pads. 

You felt him harden on top of you, his body laid against yours. You leaned your head back as he pushed your underwear aside and began to tease your entrance. You moaned his name in frustration. He wanted to torture you back to show you what it was like, but he couldn’t get himself to do it. He hungrily wanted to hear you squeal and shake under him. His finger pushed into you, and just like before, it was enough to fill you. He closed his eyes for a moment, thinking about how small and tight you were. You groaned as he forced another finger in, your hips pressing against Hopper. He began to pump in and out slowly and your hands gripped his shoulders from the shock of how much his fingers stretched you out. He kissed your jaw by your ear and your eyes squeezed shut as you panted. His pace remained slow and you began to get frustrated. You just wanted him buried inside you. 

“Hopper, please…” you begged. 

“Want it that bad, huh?” 

You bit your lip, nodding your head. His expression stiffened as he slid his fingers out and began to fumble with his pants. You mimicked him and tore your tank top off and slid your shorts and underwear down in one motion. Hopper didn’t have the patience to push his pants off all the way so he let them dangle at his ankles. He was back on you, between your legs, and you let your hands crawl to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt. 

He looked at you a bit curious. He didn’t think you’d want him to take his shirt off, and he didn’t know exactly why. But you did. You pushed it off his shoulders and let your hands linger on his hot skin. You met his eyes, his pupils were blown. He couldn’t wait any longer, and frankly, neither could you. 

Hopper rubbed his tip against your entrance, making you squirm. His eyes danced across your exposed body, your nipples still bright pink from when he pinched them. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He hadn’t even realized he said it out loud until he saw the way your cheeks turned red. He thought that was cute–here he was, cock pressed against you, your body laid bare for him, and those words are what made you blush. 

Without warning, he pushed into you, making you grab your bedsheets. You both groaned as he bottomed out, your walls being stretched to their limit. Hopper grumbled under his breath, saying something about how good you felt around him. 

Even though you hadn’t adjusted to his size yet, you begged him to move, your thighs squeezing against his sides. 

He obeyed and began to slide in and out of you. You gasped loudly, your nails digging into his back. “Do you need me to stop?” He asked, a bit concerned. A bit louder than you expected, you said no. “Please don’t,” you begged. Hopper kept his pace, his eyes relishing in the way you gasped and mewled beneath him, your senses completely overtaken by him. 

You bucked your hips up, meeting Hopper’s thrusts. He swore loudly, his head resting in the crook of your neck. You could hear him growling in your ear as he slammed into you harder. 

You couldn’t hold any noises back now and you let moans pool off your tongue left and right. 

“Shit, the noises you’re making…” Hopper grunted, feeling himself edge closer hearing the way you reacted to him. 

“Oh, God, Chief,” you cried. 

Hopper pulled back to look at you, his expression somehow darker than earlier. You wanted to say something cheeky about his reaction to your name-calling, but all you could muster were pathetic whines. 

Jim watched the way you bounced underneath him as he kept hitting deep inside of you. He felt your hips buck into his, edging him to go faster. 

He did. He began slamming into you as fast as he could with as much force as he could. You yelped, your body being pushed back as he fucked into you. He pushed the few stuffed animals behind your head off your bed and grabbed onto your headboard, getting a better grip to fuck you. 

You began to sob, your hands squeezing your bedsheets so hard you thought you might rip them.

Hopper’s deep and husky moans bounced off your walls as he got dangerously close. You couldn’t even move your hand down to rub yourself, thinking you’d be too overstimulated. 

Your headboard slammed against your wall, you prayed it didn’t leave a hole. But even if it did, you would never tell Hopper to stop what he was doing. 

“Hopper, I’m…” you tried to get out. Hopper swore loudly feeling your walls flutter around him. You mewled, feeling yourself reach your high. Your walls tightened around Hopper’s cock, basically squeezing an orgasm out of him. His voice was deep and full of swears as he came inside you. You felt his warm seed fill you up, your hips pushing up against him, wanting to have him spill as deep as he could into you. 

Hopper’s hands came next to your head, his fingers grabbing onto your sheets as he supported himself while he kept pumping into you. 

You groaned, your body shaking under him. Your head moved side to side in ecstasy, not being able to sit still. 

Your name kept rolling off his tongue as he lazily slowed his pace, small spurts of liquid still being shot inside you. 

When he came to a stop, he collapsed on top of you. You felt the warm liquid seep out of you with Hopper still inside you. Your body was still shaking from the high, your hair sprawled out behind you when you both heard a car door slam. 

“Shit!” You both said in unison. Hopper pulled back to look at your face, your eyes wide in horror as your dad got out of his car. 

Hopper pulled out of you and stumbled off your bed, shuffling for his shirt and pulling his pants up in a hurry. You followed close behind, digging for your shirt and shorts on your floor. 

You both tripped around your room in a panic, trying to dress as fast as possible. Your dad opened the front door, calling out to you as he walked in. You yelled ‘hi’ back and looked at Hopper in panic. 

“Is Hopper here? I saw his truck out front,” your dad asked as he made his way into the kitchen. 

You ignored him and tried to straighten out your hair as you made your way to the staircase. Hopper was close behind, pulling on his shirt and fastening his belt. 

You both made your way slowly down the steps when your dad walked back into the hall. 

“Oh, you are here,” he said to Hopper. 

Hopper cleared his throat, “Just checking on her like you asked.” His hand rested on the front door’s handle. 

Your dad nodded at him, completely oblivious to the way both your faces were red and sweaty. Hopper’s shirt wasn’t fully tucked back into his pants but your dad didn’t seem to notice that either. “Stay for dinner,” he demanded before Jim could open the door. 

“I really should get back–”

“I insist. It’s not every day the Chief makes an appearance in my home!” 

You both gulped at one another as your dad lead the way into the kitchen. This was going to lead to a very awkward night.

Part 3

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