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mostlymarvelsstuff · 1 year

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For the romantic dialogue prompt 11. “Don’t make me say it. I can’t say the words.” Nat is in love with reader but doesn’t want to say it because she doesn’t think reader will feel the same/she’s insecure and doesn’t think she deserves reader. Ofc reader loves Nat (who wouldn’t?) and they get together and live happily ever after. lots of hurt/comfort

Authors note: sorry its so late, but I hope you enjoy it!

Authors note 2.0: requests are still closed. I’m trying to clear my inbox before opening them again. Thank you for your patience 💖

Word count: 3251 Nat Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

Natashas heart hammers in her chest as she runs down the compound's various hallways. The quinjet landed only minutes ago so she's racing to make it to the med bay where she knows the team, and therefore you will be.

As she enters through the double doors the sound of Peter sniffling coupled with the crestfallen looks on Tony and Clints faces tell her all her worst fears are coming true, and she almost doesn’t want to face that. But she knows she has to. If not for herself, then for you. She can be strong for you.

“How- how is she?”

Tony lowers his gaze, “Not good. She got hit really hard out there.”

“We honestly didn’t think we’d get her back in time. She's very lucky.” Clint admits, looking at Nat in a way the billionaire had never seen before. If he had to describe it he’d say it was a mix of stern disappointment yet hopeful encouragement. How a person can combine those looks is beyond him, but he's sure it's some sort of signal. A way for the two spies to communicate without words like they so often do.

“Y/ns strong.” the redhead proclaims, trying to calm herself, “She’ll be ok.”

Clint looks away from her then too and she can feel her stomach drop and her mouth go dry at his lack of agreement and comfort. She swallows harshly, desperate to keep her tears at bay. If she doesn't cry then she can act like this doesn’t affect her, like none of this is really happening. You aren’t in some operating room right now hanging on against the odds, fighting for your life. She's not head over heels in love with you, desperate to be yours and be by your side forever…But you are, and she is.

She very much is, and right now she can’t help but feel like an absolute moron. Despite her fears and insecurities she should have risked it. Maybe then she would have had time with you. To hold you, to cherish and love you and get the same from you in return. But now…no, no she can’t think like that. You’ll be ok. You have to be, because if you're not, then she won’t be.

“I’m so sorry Miss Romanoff” Peter whimpers, and her head swivels to look at him, “I really messed up. Y/ns hurt because of me….I’m so so sorry”

Natasha doesn’t know what happened out there, but she knows your affinity for the boy, how you became attached to him nearly the second Tony brought him in. So much so that your protectiveness for him rivals the fatherly instincts the billionaire himself has for the young hero. And she knows Peter, she's been training him, so she knows him better than he even thinks she does. He doesn’t always watch his six and he would never hurt a teammate on purpose, least of all you. This was an accident. Sometimes missions just went wrong, it wasn’t anyone's fault but the enemies and she knows you wouldn’t want Peter to be blaming himself for this.

“Malen'kiy pauk(little spider), Y/n would do anything to keep you safe. Whatever happened was not your fault, because you've done nothing wrong.”

Faster than humanly possible Peter launches himself into her arms, and as his head comes to rest against her shoulder she finally lets her resolve crumble. Hot tears run down her cheeks faster than she ever thought imaginable, and she hopes Peter can't feel the sheer volume that's landing against his neck, though she knows he wouldn't say anything about it even if he did.

“She's hurt really bad” Peter whimpers out through his sobs, “She might be dying”

Natasha desperately shakes her head, “No. She'll pull through.”

A few moments of silence pass before she's brave enough to speak again, “She…she’ll pull through. She has to. I- I need her to be ok.”

Finally Clint comes over and wraps his arms around the two of them. He knows by the way Natasha trembles that she’s close to her absolute breaking point. And he's not sure that she’d be comfortable being that vulnerable in front of Tony and Peter, even if the genius absolutely knew about the not so secret pining. And of course the teen had his own suspicions. Nat was secretive when it came to emotions, and she had her reasons to be. So he’ll do what he can to help her keep some comfort.

She clutches onto the archers shirt as if it were her lifeline, and he tentatively squeezes her shoulder to prove he's there for her. He’ll be her rock whenever she needs him to be, it's been this way since she opened up to him all those years ago and he’ll happily let it stay that way until the very end. He considers it an honor that she trusts him enough to let him see this perceived weaker version of herself.

“Tell me she'll pull through Clint, please.”

He sighs, the answer won’t be what she wants to hear and it will break her further, but he owes the truth to her. He can’t give her false hope. She needs to be prepared. “I wish I could Nat, truly. But she really was in a really bad state when we got her here. If Tony hadn’t flown her here from the quinjet I don’t know if she would have been breathing”

Sure enough a sob escapes her, and her trembling only worsens as Peter all but collapses against her. Clint holds them up to the best of his ability while sparing an urgent glance in Tony's direction. The older man quickly makes his way over to the three and gently loops his arms under Peters.

“C'mon kid. I got ya. Let's get you sitting down, alright?”

Peter only manages to nod as Tony walks away with him, leading him back to where he’d first been sat. Natasha allows Clint to fully envelope her in his embrace then, and she finds the guilt of all the possibilities that could have been between the two of you is crashing down on her shoulders with the weight of cinder blocks.

“I never told her” she whispers into his chest, and he doesn’t ask for clarification because he knows all too well what she means. He'd been trying to convince her to admit her feelings for years now, “I need more time…I just wasn’t ready, but I should have pushed myself. I should have found a way to make her understand even if I can’t say the words.”

He pulls back from her, places his hands on both her shoulders and looks her dead in the eyes, “Then Natasha, if she makes it through this, that's exactly what you do, ok? You march in there and you do whatever you have to to get your chance.”

Her lower lip quivers, “B- but what do I do if she doesn’t? What if…what if I never get my chance because I was a coward?”

“Oh honey” he coos, pulling her back into a hug, “You were scared. Scared to be loved and to be vulnerable. Scared Y/n wouldn't feel the same. Scared that you wouldn’t know what to do. Scared you didn’t deserve her. And all these are normal feelings somebody has in this kinda situation. Unfortunately the circumstances of your past made those fears even worse for you, that doesn’t make you a coward.”

She looks at him, tears streaming down her reddened face with her lower lip trembling. His heart sinks in his chest seeing her like this. So open and with her feelings, so scared to lose you. He gently wipes her cheeks with his calloused thumbs, “You're the strongest and bravest person I know Nat.”

“I second that statement” Tony speaks up from next to the teen, “And I’m lab partners with the Hulk so i know a thing or two about strength.”

His reply gets a small twitch of her lip and roll of her eyes in response, and he knows that with the way she feels right now that those actions were worth more than a Hollywood actor's showstopping grin. And the fact that he was able to gain that response makes him beam with pride. He cheered her up, if only just a tiny smidge, but he’d gladly take it.

Before anything else can be said by anyone the med bays main doors open, and a doctor steps through. Natashas attention is on him at once, and she quickly approaches, “Is Y/n- er, Agent Y/l/n alright?”

“We’ve got her stable now. It was touch and go there for a bit. Her heart stopped on us once but- ” That's all she registers beforese zones out of the conversation. The same words playing on repeat are all she can focus on. Her heart stopped.

You had died. If anything had happened to slow the quinjet down and keep it from bringing you in then the doctors wouldn't have been there to revive you, and instead of worrying in the med bay she would have been mourning your loss at the landing platform. And that fact terrifies her.

She isn’t even aware that she zoned out for as long as she had until Tony's hand grasps her shoulder, “Nat?”

“W- what?” she stutters, blinking her previous thoughts away while looking around, “I’m sorry”

The doctor nods in understanding, “It’s alright. Agent Y/l/n was successfully resuscitated and though she's currently stable she's still in critical condition. She's still sedated, so that coupled with her original trauma will most likely keep her unconscious for at least the rest of today and potentially into tomorrow.”

“But she’ll be ok, right?” she asks, needing to hear something hopeful

“I'm afraid it’s still too early to tell. For now all we can do is wait and see if she makes it through the night. But if she wakes we can properly assess her.”

The Russian can feel her chest tighten, “If…if she wakes? I don’t understand?”

“She acquired a lot of head trauma. Alone that trauma is enough to potentially keep her comatose, but when you add in the use of anesthesia that risk becomes even higher.” he explains, “Now normally we wouldn’t have used any, but with her multiple stab wounds we were left with no other options.”

Her lower lip trembles as she swallows the lump in her throat, “Can I see her? Please?”

He nods, “Follow me”

When she arrives in your room a feeling of nausea fills her. The room is dull, with its lights dimmed and blinds closed but she can still see you clearly. Your skin is paler than normal, lacking its usual glow and she can already see the swelling and bruising settling in on your face, arms and collarbone. The steady beating of the heart monitor is the only noise that fills the small room, and while normally such a noise would put her on edge she finds it calms her this time, because it tells her that you're still here. You're alive.

Tears roll down her cheeks as her hand makes its way to yours, “Y/n, I...I don’t know if you can hear me, but I’m here. I’m right here dorogoy(sweetheart), so please don’t go anywhere.”

As the hours pass by she continues to sit with you, she's too afraid to leave your side or let you out of her sight. She worries that if she allows either of those things, then the worst will happen to you. Which rationally she knows is ridiculous, her presence and vigilante watch wouldn’t be enough to stop death from taking you if that's truly what was in store for you. But still, being here with you gives her some small comfort and right now she needs all the comfort she can get.

At some point she had fallen asleep, it had been rather restless as she didn’t want to risk sleeping through anything that may occur, so she forced herself to stay out of her REM cycle. So what little rest she did manage couldn’t even be classified as such really, but it did end up working the way she intended it to.

The faint beeping that she'd become accustomed to suddenly picks up in speed slightly, and her eyes immediately shoot open. She quickly scans the machine to make sure it wasn't malfunctioning and once satisfied they move to you. Nothing appears different, at least not in a bad way. Your skin seems to have gained back a bit more of its natural color and though this relieves her she's still uncertain about your heart rate. Before she can worry any more, a nurse enters.

“What's going on? Is she ok?”

The nurse smiles kindly at her while checking your chart, “She's doing just fine Agent Romanoff, the slight increase in heart rate is a good thing. It means she's trying to wake up”

Natasha can’t hide the excitement that takes over her features, and she grabs your hand once more, “Pozhaluysta, vernis' ko mne. Ty mne nuzhen zdes'(Please come back to me. I need you here.)”

As if hearing, and understanding, her whispered words, your eyelids begin to flutter and though the room is nearly completely dark you still groan at the way the light affects your sensitive eyes. Sensitive or not though there's no mistaking that bright red hair, or who it belongs to. Even if her form is a bit blurry.

“Uggh…Nat?” you rasp out, and she immediately moves closer

“I’m right here” she responds, hoping you don’t notice the tears rolling down her cheeks, “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit”

Your honest reply pulls a laugh from her and she gently squeezes your hand as the nurse walks over to your other side to begin checking you over. Once she's done with her various tests and writing notes in her chart she leaves the room, leaving you alone with the Russian you've come to love. Your eyes glance at your hand to see that your suspicions are correct, the weight you feel in your hand is indeed her own. You gently squeeze it before allowing your gaze to meet hers.

“You've been crying” you state, allowing your free hand to brush against her reddened cheek. The way she nuzzles her face into your palm takes you by surprise, but you allow to seek comfort this way and cup her cheek. You watch in awe as her whole body relaxes at this embrace

“I thought…I thought I was going to lose you” she admits in a whisper and her lower lip trembles as she closes her eyes. Despite this another tear slips down her face, but you quickly brush it away. A small whimper leaves her at this gesture, and she leans further into your hand

And that's when things start to click. Sure, you've had your suspicions that the Russian spy had feelings for you, but she's so closed off to emotions that it's hard to get an accurate read on her. If you were reading too much into her friendship and just projecting your own feelings you didn’t want to make things awkward by confessing your love for her, so you stayed quiet. Those suspicions never quite went away though. And now yearn to know if there's any validation to your thoughts.

“Nat, I- ” you start to talk but she cuts you off with a shake of her head

“No Y/n, you don’t understand. When you got here, your heart stopped. You….you died” she trembles slightly, “And you never would have known…”

You look at her softly, the weight of what she said sinking in. You knew the dangers of this job when you took it, still you're glad to be alive and you can’t help but feel guilty for what Natasha has gone through since you decided to throw caution to the wind and blow your own cover in a means to get attention away from a stuttering and fumbling Peter that had just raised suspicion by admitting to be a Stark Industries intern.

“What wouldn’t I have known?”

She thought that by now, after everything she'd be able to get those three words out, but when she tries her throat goes impossibly dry and her mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water.

“I- I…” she huffs, “Don’t make me say it. I can’t say the words.”

You smile at her sympathetically, “How about you show me then? Think you can do that?”

She eagerly nods her head, desperate to prove to you how much she cares. She moves even closer and you remove your hand from her face to give her full freedom of movement. She removes her hand from yours and gently cups your face. Her thumb brushes over a small bruise while her other hand tucks a stray hair behind your ear, and her eyes swim with a multitude of emotions as they take in your appearance close up. She takes one last deep breath and surges forward, allowing her lips to meet yours.

It's sloppy, full of desperation and tears, but it's also full of other things too. Regret, fear, and most importantly, love. She finds she needs air far too quickly for her liking so she relents in breaking the kiss. She doesn't move away though, instead she rests her forehead against yours and lets her nose bump yours too. You melt against her, grateful for her open show of affection, her way of saying she loves you without having to actually say it. That will come when she's ready, and you won’t push.

“I love you too Natasha”

She gives you a wide watery smile, gratefully that you not only understood her gesture but that you felt the same way she does. She carefully and quickly crawls into the bed next to you and gently wraps an arm around you as she buries her face against your neck.

“I was so scared” she admits as your own arm wraps around her waist

“I can imagine. But I’m ok, Natty. I’m here and I’ve got you.”

She sniffles, “You promise?”

You tighten your hold on her and plant a kiss to the top of her head, “I promise”

She nods against you but you can tell she's still not fully at ease. To help calm her fears you take the hand that's around your waist and place it on your chest. She can feel each strong beat of the muscle under your sternum and it's only then that she relaxes against you.

“You're ok” she says, more to herself than you

“Mhm, I’m ok” you reply, “Great actually, now that I have you”

She moves her face away from your neck to look at you with a softness you've never seen before but know is only reserved only for you, “You mean that?”

“Of course I do. This is all I’ve ever wanted, you're all I ever wanted.” She smiles widely before settling against you once more, kissing your collarbone affectionately and you somehow know what that means, “Love you too Natty, love you too.”

By the time Clint comes to check in he finds you both fast asleep, intertwined with each other in the small hospital bed, and he happily smiles because you were ok, and now all was as it should be.

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sentientgolfball · 1 month

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“why don’t we use some of your toys?”

Swiss and Rain maybe pls and thank you 💖

You would not believe the internal debate I had over who was using the toy. Anyways hope you like size queen Rain <3

When Sunshine brought the little stack of mail to the den, Swiss immediately knew. He’s bought plenty of toys in his time to recognize the box. The only thing he didn’t know was who it was for. He could’ve just looked at the label, he knows this, but where’s the fun in that? He needed to know who he’d need to convince to let him watch while they use it for being such a helpful little ghoul and bringing it to them.

He went to Cumulus first. She was the only one in the den who had a toy collection to rival his own. She had just shrugged her shoulders when he presented the box. He tried Dew next, him and Aether were always experimenting. He didn’t get the chance to ask though, stopping short of knocking when he heard the breathy little moans from their room. Phantom was his next bet. The little new summon was always trying something freaky by himself, maybe he finally decided to buy something of his own instead of borrowing. No luck. Aurora shook her head, but did inform him she was waiting on some new lingerie pieces so he at least had something to look forward to. When Cirrus saw she just smirked and told him to go talk to Mountain.

Swiss practically ran to Mountain’s room, thrilled at the idea of getting to watch the big guy take himself apart. When Mountain saw it he blushed a deep shade of green.

“It’s uh not mine…it’s Rain’s. He just wanted my help picking it out.”

Sure enough when Swiss finally checked the name in the label it did indeed have Rain’s name on it. Swiss bolted to his room, knocking on the door.

“Oh Rainy! I’ve got a little treat for you” he called in a singsong voice.

“It’s open.”

Swiss does not expect to see a naked water ghoul when he pushes through the door. He stands there, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. He nearly drops the box from the sight of Rain sitting pretty on his bed, waiting.

“What? Oh come on, did you think I couldn’t hear you knocking on everyone’s door?” Rain laughs at him.

“No I’m glad you finally brought it to me Sparky, I was getting tired of listening to Aether and Dew for the past hour” Rain beckons him with his finger “Bring it here.”

Once Swiss’ brain finally catches up to the scene in front of him, he saunters over to Rain and places the box in his waiting hands. He pulls him into a quick but filthy kiss.

“Better give me a damn good show.”

“When have I not?”

Swiss chuckles and brings one of Rain’s chairs to the foot of the bed and sits down. He folds his arms casually over his chest while he watches Rain open the box. When he finally pulls it out Swiss whistles and stares in awe.

“Sweet Satan Rainy.”

“Like it?”

“What the fuck are you gonna do with it? Nine Hells that thing is bigger than Mountain.”

It was absurd really. He seriously couldn’t fathom Rain taking it, let alone a human. Who the fuck was this even for? There is no way that is comfortable. Fuck he couldn’t wait to watch to him struggle.

“Don’t you worry about that” Rain purrs “all you have to do is sit back and enjoy the show.”

Rain shifts around to dig through his nightstand for the bottle of lube. He bends at an awkward angle, throwing his tail over his shoulder to give Swiss a perfect view of the plug buried in his ass. He grabs the bottle and tosses it over his head so that it lands on the bed before slowly running his fingers up his thighs. Rain turns his head to watch Swiss when he swirls his fingers around the plug before sliding it out of his hole. Rain softly moans when it pops out of him. It’s shiny, dripping with a mix of his slick and lube. He tosses it to Swiss who barely has enough time to let go of his dick to catch it.

“Have an appetizer” Rain says as he shuffles around to get comfortable.

Swiss licks it clean, groaning at the taste.

“Cherry flavored? Didn’t peg you for the type.”

“Borrowed it from Rora.” He shrugs.

Once Rain has all his pillows situated the way he needs, he leans against the headboard. He grabs the dildo and pops the cap on the lube, squirting a generous amount into his hand. He strokes the toy slow, spreading it around. Swiss strokes himself at the same pace.

“Fuck yea baby can’t wait to watch you use that thing.”

Rain lays down to be flat on his back, bringing his knees to his chest. He grabs the dildo with his tail, taking a moment to position the tip of it against his ass. He takes a deep breath, exhaling through his nose as he pushes it into him. He goes slow, torturously so in Swiss’ opinion but fuck he couldn’t get enough of it. Rain only gets a few inches of it in before he pauses, claws dimpling his skin.

“Come on Rainy” Swiss urges “wanna see it stretch that pretty little hole open.”

Rain slowly slides it out of him before sinking more of it back in. He bites his lip, muffling the groan that slips out. Swiss couldn’t get enough of it, watching it disappear inside of him inch by inch and realizing just how much was still left to go. Fuck he was happy to sit there all night if it meant watching Rain cum all over himself with the thickest cock he’s ever seen shoved up his ass. Seeing how slow Rain was moving, it just might actually take all fucking night.

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itstheghostofmypast · 14 days

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MOOT GAME: " make up a trope for your moots and their biases. doesn’t need to be romantic. can be crackfic/funny/anything you want ^ㅇ(๑>◡<๑)ㅇ^ "

Okay- so, first of all, thank you so much Anon, for this ask and I'm sorry I responded to late, but I had to take my time with this one.😭💖.

So here it goes, (i know i said i'd do two biases, im sorry guys, i love yall too much and i get too invested the word count was killing me)

1) @edenesth

Park Seonghwa- Rivals to Lovers

Here me out, he owns an old book shop across the street, he's been there longer than you too. This was his turf, his town, his people, people who loved to read in his cozy library, with its olden print books, worn out pages, read through by generations of the same family.

All was great until one spring she shows up, with her whole pastel plus minimalistic vibes, all with the cutesy trinkets and plants, with warm lights- he noticed some books too, but they were only for show- in conclusion it was a horrid place.

A horrid place where most teens would go to after school now, no longer going to his bookshop, where they'd gossip, read novels or mangas, or even look at pretty pictured magazines (the safe kind, mind you he kept nothing nasty). What's worse was that the older folk began to go there, too! Especially because of how nice she was to them, so polite and so pretty and - ANNOYING.

He even went to 'inspect' the place, with a sour mood and an ill intention, though he was greeted with a burst of sweet aroma, one that had his stomach growling and his inner foodie, begging him to pick at least one of the many pastries or have a cup of steaming, delicious coffee. What came next was worst, her, with her gentle smile and angelic features.

"Hello! Welcome to Spring Avenue, how may we help you today?"

"You're taking my traffic."

"I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"Of course you don't."

With that he had walked out, starting a cold war, between the two. Ironically, she was a pacifist, never a fighter, but boy, did he piss her off, he knew all those buttons that would have her steaming like a hot latte.

The war had begun;

It all began when he put a " 10% off sign on Mangas, Fashion Magazines and Manhwas" that took a god chunk of her traffic.

In retaliation, she launched a "Friendship campaign, any customer that brings a friend gets a cake slice free."

Spend 2 hours reading here and leave with a borrowed book/novel of your choice."

"Buy a coffee and get a cookie free."

This continued throughout the season, so did their rivalry, to an extent that led their divided customers sense the tension. And like usual, highschoolers are escapists and this little feud of Seonghwa and her's was a problem they'd like to avoid, from her cafe they could see their beloved bookshop owner Seonghwa scowl at them, and if they were leaving the bookshop, the kids could feel the uneasiness in her smile that she give them once they'd pass her by.

"Congratulations, you're in loss." She sighed, closing the file, earning a scowl from the cafe owner, "Hey, I'm just here to check your bills, loss, and profit stuff, don't shoot the messenger."

"Alexia, come on." She whined, this was her dream, she'd put in her life's savings for this, "What should I do, Lexi?"

"Gosh, maybe not give out stupid discounts four times in a month?" Alexia sighed, rubbing her face, leaning back to stare at the bookshop across the street, "San said he knows the owner, maybe you guys could do a collab, instead of trying to each other's traffic."

"Who's San?" She asked her best friend, slash account manager and Public Relations officer- wait, was she dating!?

"Oh- uh- hey would you look at the time?" Alexia got up, grabbing her disposable coffee cup and bag, "Tell you what, you ask the bookshop owner dude about this? Okay? I'll get back with the details on Monday!" She called out as she walked towards the door, ignoring the cafe owner's questions about this San, "BYE LOVE YOU!"

That's how she found herself standing Infront of his bookshop that evening, still debating if she should go in or not? Was this idea even worth it, the guy was rude, annoying, stupid, incredibly handsome and sweet with kids and- the hell.

"Can I help you?" His deep voice came out of no where

She almost jumped out of her skin, only to turn around and spot the man she had been hating for the past ten months, standing there in all his angleic glory, with that ugly sweater and that overly comfortable scarf, not to mention his hair, his undercut had grown, quiet well too, perhaps he really was blessed with good genes.

"I uh..." she trailed off, pouting to herself, thinking of how he'd react, maybe he would make fun of her, or insult her or even go as far as to tell the town about her poor business management skills.

"Are you still open?" his question had caught her off guard, staring at him quietly wanting to see if this was a trick, only it wasn't, for when she nodded, he had looked around and then asked if he could...get a cup of coffee from there.

Of course she had said yes, why on earth would she say no to a customer, she needed the business. Unfortunately, that one cup of coffee, turned into two, then three, well- not as unfortunate as she would like it to be.

The two, mind you, who still didnt like each other, began to learn a lot about each other. He learnt how she was genuinely a sweet, caring and gentle person, her persona was indeed not fake but very real, this is who she was. She on the other hand, learned that he had inherited this business from his family, and he was an avid reader- sort a geek, a cute geek, a cute geek that could eat a whole chocolate cake with three mugs off coffee like it was nothing.

It wasn't until the third week of him visiting her cafe, that when he had stepped out to go there, he had bumped into her. She had almost fallen, but he was quick, gripping her wrist and pulling her into his chest, only to laugh when she mumbled an excuse, though he was glad she couldn't hear how his heart was hammering against his chest, wanting to stuff itself in the breast pocket of her coat.

That day she had asked him if she could check out his book shop, because she had been looking for old English bakery recipes and she couldn't find it anywhere, not any store around or online. Of course he had taken her to the right isle, in the right section in no time, this bookshop was his life and collecting and sifting through books was his passion, that day he had seen her passion, she had sat there, on the floor the entire night, reading book after book, mumbling to herself as she noted down recipes. He had sat next to her, helping her jot down notes, bringing her coffee- well not as good as hers, but good enough. At one point he had even ordered them a late night snack, well snacks, because he's a growing boy. He had closed the shop with the two inside, even pulled out a blanket and some cushions from the lounging area so she could comfortably work- she was a passionate girl and ironically he had realised something that night, only it turned into a full blown epiphany in the morning.

Next morning she had woken up right next to him, her head on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around her as the blanket was draped over the two, they had fallen asleep while reading- oh my, he really was pretty up close.

Though the two pretended nothing had happened, nothing had changed, however, everyone around them had noticed, the highschoolers would giggle when he'd come to her cafe for a cup of coffee, or how the older folk would pat him on the back when she'd step into the bookshop calling him out for help, with her little, "Hwa?"

Neither really knew how it happened, but one night while closing up he had waited outside for her, telling her he'd drop her home, even though she lived close by. Slowly this had become part of their routine, he'd often talk about the latest manga or an issue to the Star Wars comics or whatever on earth he'd talk about, but she'd always listen. Always smile and laugh at his jokes, while he'd readily accept any test recipes she'd try, telling her that his stomach was like a blackhole.

But when do the two get together? Simple, on New Years Eve, when he had to close his shop but she had decided to leave her cafe open, wanting to cater to all those who were celebrating the arrival of the new year with their loved ones, she knew Seonghwa had to go home anyway and she didn't want to spend the night alone since her family was out of town. What she did not expect was a few minutes before the strike of midnight, the cafe door chimed open as she turned to greet the customer, only to freeze at the sight before her- Seonghwa entering with a bouqet of origami flowers, smiling at her as he slowly walked to her;

"I- I know you don't like plucking flowers or bouqets, so I made you these."

"You...made these?"

"Ofcourse."

"W-why?"

"I...because I..." but before he could finish his sentence his ears picked up the count down, causing him to quickly place the flowers on the counter and as soon as the fireworks rang in her ears, it was as if she could feel the burning warmth in her body, taking a second to process how his lips were on hers, his hands cupping her face as her hands instinctively went up to grip his coat, pulling him even closer. Who knew that one day she'll end up opening a cafe that also served as a bookstore, who knew that one day, her little, evil, handsome rival bookseller, would be the New Year's kiss she never knew she needed, the man she never knew she needed, the lover that she was blessed to have.

2) @yessa-vie

Jeong Yunho- Neighbors to Lovers

No, she was not the new tenant, he was, and for some ungodly reason he was also extremely ill-prepared to live alone. Like any other weekend, she was leaving her apartment to go to the cafe to sit in peace and finish her novel, but God had other plans. She had opened the door to come face to face with a tall, good-looking man, though the smile he wore scared her- he was one of those extroverts.

No, he was not mean at all, nor was he the manipulative kind, Jeong Yunho really didn't know how the pre-installed dishwasher worked, that's why he had come to her that fateful weekend, about to knock on the door but she had beat him to it, opening the door before he could, earning a sheepish smile in return- who knew his neighbour would be so gorgeous, who knew purple could look so good on someone?

"Hey, I- I moved in across the hall, apartment 19, lol, I guess we're neighbours, huh?"

She had only nodded meekly at his question, pulling her satchel closer to her person, not because she didn't like him, no, but because she wasn't much of a talker anymore, not so confident either and also- because regardless of how good looking this stranger was, he was still a stranger.

"I'm Yunho- Sorry to bother you, I know you must be going somewhere, but I- I uh- I wanted to know if you know how to operate the dishwasher?"

That's how she found herself in his apartment, leaving the maindoor wide open, so she could escape if something were to happen, but to her surprise he was just a regular idiot, one who thought the dishwasher was a rack used to dry the dishes- men.

That night Yunho met an angel, one who seemingly had her life planned out, held together well, while he was still trying to build something out of his- data analyst or not, living alone was not the easiest thing to do, yet, she seemed so nonchalant about it.

Overtime however, she noticed how he would come over to ask her for help often, sometimes it was the 'fridge isn't working right' other times it was the 'how much water do you add to rice while boiling it?' Honestly, she would've told him to piss off if it were anyone else, but it was her polite neighbour, her sweet polite, new neighbour who would pass her by in the corridor every morning, smiling at her and wishing her a good morning- even if she wasn't a morning person.

Ironically, he continued to ensure they cross paths, only because he wanted to get to know her, to talk to her, he really needed a friend, and since moving here meant Mingi and him could no longer hang out 24/7, he really needed another person to talk to, someone who was not Hongjoong from the finance department.

Ironically, she did not protest or tell him to get lost, instead she's quietly help him whenever he'd approach her, giving him a shy smile then going back to her apartment. That purple door tempting him to go back and knock on the old wood, wanting to know what Narnia like secrets she hid behind.

She let it be, truthfully, she wanted fo befriended him, but during these little adventures, she realised she had begun to neglect her book, the same book she had a deadline for, the same book she had been working on day and night, and now this puppy pops up and takes all her attention?

So what does she do? Simple, she starts to create some form of distance, leave before he'd be awake, come back home later too, also even if he did come to knock on her purple door, she wouldn't be there to answer it, so technically she wouldn't feel guilty right?

Wrong, instead God had punished her with a severe writer's block, one so bad that she had missed two of her deadlines, and according to her publisher, she was on her last chance. That's how she found herself at the very cafe where she would find solace, now on the verge of tears, staring at the laptop in pure agony, maybe this was payback for leaving him unattended and ignoring him or maybe she was never meant to be a writer.

A fresh cup of coffee was placed next to her hand, causing her to quickly pull back and look at the stranger, only her panicked eyes met a softer, more timid gaze, a gentle smile gracing her presence.

"Hey... you looked like you needed the juice." He smiled, gesturing towards the chair, as if asking for permission to sit down next to her, to which she nodded.

"I uh..." she paused. Should she even be asking him how he's been? Does she have the right to do so, or are they just neighbours- well, at this point, two strangers living across each other.

"I read your books by the way," he began, giving her a gentle smile, as he felt the way she had tensed up, honestly, initially he thought she was like that because his presence made her uncomfortable, but he soon realised it wasn't him, but she usually was this tensed all the time, this nervous and unsure, which made no sense to him because she was one of the most well functioning person he had met in the city, and he was glad to have moved in next to her, "It's great, the plotline is amazing and the details- you really captured the essence, I particularly liked the world you created, honestly, when I moved here I thought everyone wore those 'blockers' too. To not...feel stuff you know," he turned to look at her, only to catch her staring at him, a small chuckle escaping him when she cleared her throat, averting her gaze, "You were the only one who was nice enough to help me, even for the stupidest of tasks...it means a lot."

She stared at him in awe and disbelief. She had been trying to avoid him for almost a month now, couldn't he tell? Or was he just playing dumb- I mean he totally could be dumb, he didn't know a toaster comes with settings, just thought the numbers were there for the appeal.

After that the two began to "spend time together", it was strictly casual mind you, nothing personal, though he would drop by more often than usual, sometimes after work, sometimes on the weekends- to have dinner with her, he'd bring dessert, or to watch a movie with her, he'd bring the snacks- no, nothing domestic at all.

Or so they thought, because a few months in, he had come over by swinging the door open, yes he had the keys and she had his keys, only to find her standing there all dressed up.

"Where are you off to? What about movie night?"

"Oh no..." she gasped, "Yuyu, I forgot to tell you I had a date tonight." A date? Why? With whom?

"Wait, why?"

"What do you mean why?"

"Why would you go on a date when we- I mean...isn't it weird? Shouldn't you be more focused on your book, instead of this temporary romance?"

"Temporary romance?!"

"W-wait, I didn't mean it like that. It came out wrong-"

"Out."

"W-what?"

"I said get out!"

That happened a week ago, she had been avoiding him for a whole week, she had been ignoring his calls, his texts, his knocks- no he didn't barge into her apartment, it took him a great amount of time to get her to open up to him and he idiotically clowned himself. So he decided to go to the next thing, go to the official reading of her book launch.

He waited there at the back, listening to her intently, taking in each word, who knew he would ever fall in love with, her neighbour, the same girl who had helped with the dishwasher, brought him dinner at night, spent time teaching him the usual ropes of living alone- who knew the very same girl had changed the plot of the book, basing it on her life, expressing how the shy, depressed protagonist, who thought dying her hair purple would make her feel better, realised that the only thing that would make her feel better would be a companion, a tall, handsome man, with a heart of gold- it was not that she needed a man, no, she just needed a friend, and she had finally found one, the inspiration to her writer's block, the Chandler to her Monica, the- HE DIES!?

He gasped, appalled at the way she had ended the story, where at the end, on his deathbed the man tells his beloved how she never needed him, but he needed her to function, to live through each day- bloody hell.

He waited for them to leave when he finally approached her, somewhat upset-no, he was very upset, as she stopped cleaning up to look at him, raising a questioning brow, "What?"

"I can't believe you!"

"Funny, Jeong, I should be the one saying that."

"What!? You killed me!?"

"What?"

"I come here to declare my undying love- no I come here to tell you how much you mean to me and apologise for never asking you out but getting upset when someone actually asked you out and you KILL ME IN YOUR NOVE?"

"First of all, I accept your apology, secondly, the protagonist was DEFINITELY NOT YOU, I made him up WAY BEFORE I met you."

"Oh..." he stared at her then looked around the almost empty bookshop, maybe he should just leave-

"So...Will you ask me out properly now or...'l"

"Move in with me."

"Too fast."

"Was worth a shot." He smiled when she let out a small laugh shaking her head at his antics, "Take me to dinner, Yunho." She smiled watching him lean closer then pause, as if asking for her permission, "Can I...?" His question was answered when she gripped him by the lapels of his coat, pulling him closer to crash her lips against his, smiling when he wrapped his arms around her, pulling back only to press his forehead against hers,

"We move into my apartment..."

"What? Mine's great-"

"Yunho, have you seen the window and the balcony on mine?"

"Your apartment it is boss."

3) @jaehunnyy

Choi San- Bestfriends to Lovers

Idiots, these two were complete idiots who were utterly in love with each other but were also too blind to realise that - why? Simple, because both feared that confessing to the other may ruin the long-held, deep bond.

A bond that had developed at the ripe age of childhood, middle school, to be more accurate. The day he had come to school, bored out of his mind, staring outside the window, wondering if he could jump on the closest tree to escape this prison. What he had not expected was an angel to come and sit beside him, well technically, the teacher had made her sit next to him, and he hadn't noticed her until she poked his shoulder lighter, causing him to jerk back and gasp, earning a few chuckles from the glass as the teacher just sighed in defeat.

"Wh-Hello."

"Do you need help with that?" She asked, pointing at the math equation in front of him. He looked at his notebook and remembered that's what they were supposed to me doing- damn that was a lot of daydreaming.

"Yeah, I guess...do you... know how to solve it?" He asked the new girl, too afraid to make eyecontact.

"Here, I'll show you." Turning to face him, she pulled his scribbled notebook closer.

"I'm San by the way."

That day onwards, a nice and quiet introvert at the back of the class finally began to crack open. From time to time, you'd hear him whispering to her, talking about some anime or a film. Often, he'd be telling her about his cat, Byeol, and how pretty she was. During break you wouldn't see San next to her for the first five minutes, no, he'd be sprinting across the campus,jumping down the stairs to go to the canteen to get her something to drink with her lunch, or a sweet snack, regardless of how many times she'd say 'it's fine.' During self study hours, she wouldn't be studying, no, she'd be busy tutoring her athletically gifted friend, he was...a little dumb, but that's okay, he was hardworking and she'd tell him she'd help him where he'd get stuck, explain and tutor where needed- especially in math.

As they grew older, he grew into his body, his self-esteem issues slowly subsiding, his feelings for her deepening, yet, never enough to tip the scale, at the bring of an edge but never enough to flow out he had to keep it all under control, because that's just how San was, patient and calm, he would never take a step if there was an ounce of the doubt when it came to how she felt about him. Though watching her spread her wings into the beauty she was, well, was somewhat problematic for him. Especially when she'd come to him, smiling like that, greeting him with the gentle voice of hers, asking him if he liked her haircut.

"What do you think?"

"It's...very nice."

"Just very nice?"

"You'd look pretty to me even if you were bald."

Conversations like these would have her heart hammering against her ribcage, and she'd pray to God that he couldn't hear it. She'd pray for it when he'd be walking home side by side, his shoulder bumping into hers, or his hand brushing against hers, when he'd take her bag from her, clicking his tongue at how heavy it would be,

"You trynna' build muscles like me?" He'd ask, though he was still very fragile, he'd only started going to the gym when he noticed how the 'basketball team captain', had decided to ask her to 'help tutor him too', though she had politely declined.

"Hmm? Of course not, Advanced Math books are just big like that..."

"Why do you do this to yourself, dove?" A nickname she had gained over the time, one used only by him.

"Because I wanna teach one day, I love teaching, I want to make sure people realise subjects aren't difficult or they aren't dumb, it's just that they're not taught properly."

Yup, he was smitten, on his knees, begging for her please ( he was also an idiot).

Ended up in college with her, though in a different major, like hell the now 'mountain of a man', no longer the kitten-like fragile boy, was going to major in math- business was a way better option.

This wasn't a bad situation, though they rarely had a few classes together, she'd still make time to see him, to text him as soon as class would end, but he'd already be standing at the exit, waiting for her with a coffee in hand and a dimpled smile, reserved just for her.

In no means was Choi San an extrovert, but somehow along the line he had met one, who later claimed that his MBTI had changed to an introvert too, though he doubted that notion- Jung Wooyoung.

Boistorous, noisy, obnoxious but a genuinely nice person at heart, Wooyoung was his companion in his major's classes, he was also the first person to know about San's little secret, since San trusted him enough to know, though Wooyoung assured him he had figured it out as soon as San introduced him to her as his "bestfriend".

"You're an idiot." Wooyoung snorted, taking off his shoes as he walked into the 4th years tiny apartment.

"What? Why?"

"You really think I didn't know?"

"How did you kno-'

"You can be bestfriends with a girl since childhood, unless a) one of you confessed to the other and got friendzoned but still chose friendship or b) neither of you confessed but are secretly crushing over the other."

"Wow, should've been a psychologist instead of a business major."

"What can I say, Sannie? I am a man of many talents."

Things progressed like this for a long time, Wooyoung watched from the sidelines how the two would basically act like a couple that was not a couple- almost everyone at campus thought they were a couple and Wooyoung was basically the third wheel. Not that he minded, and San appreciated him for that, he was glad Wooyoung's relationship with his dove was platonic- borderline sibling-like.

But Choi San was a fool, one that Choi San, at the fresh age of 25 wished that perhaps he'd be able to take the next steps, but something at the back of his mind held him back, were his personal desires as important as this friendship?

Which is why he stood there watching his best friend get ready for her date, her date with Wooyoung. After a conversation he did not like, but what could he say? He was too afraid to even confess, and well, Wooyoung wasn't a bad guy, and technically, he was his friend.

"I'm gonna ask her out, Sannie." The brunnet sighed, before taking a sip of his coffee, humming at the bitterness, perhaps this bitterness was sweeter than the bitter taste that had developed in San's mouth at the statement.

"W-why?" The bigger man with the fragile heart whispered.

"Because...I like her...I'm sorry but...I gave you time, so much of it and...I just wanted you to be the first one to know...if she says no, we'll all still be friends, but if she says yes...San, I won't hold back."

That had led to her first anniversary with Wooyoung, then the second and finally a day before their third anniversary San had texted the couple how he wouldn't be able to make it to their anniversary party because he had work that day and he wished them the best.

What he did not expect was someone knocking on his door at 2 am, opening the door to find a tear stained Wooyoung, only for him to punch the taller man in the face, watching him stumble backwards then wipe his eyes and sigh, "I swear- if you weren't such a great guy, I would've stabbed you."

"What the F*CK WOOYOUNG?"

That night was the first time he had seen Wooyoung cry, cry about how when she read the message she had become a mess, one that even Wooyoung couldn't fix, begging him for forgiveness how she made a mistake, how even though she was happy with Wooyoung, her heart belonged to someone else, someone who she thought she could move on from since he never confessed, since he never liked her back the way she did, and though the text was a confirmation of that, she couldn't bear lying to Wooyoung, to give him only half the love of what he deserved, knowing he deserved someone who would teach him the true meaning of love, because she was a teacher with only one student in mind, the idiot of a man- Choi San.

That night San couldn't sleep, not a wink, he processed the words over and over again, so did she like him? Should he confess to her? Now? Wouldn't that make it awkward? Or should he wait? Would that be a mistake?

Though his questions were answered in the morning when the doorbell rang at 7 am, making the sleepy man sigh as he stumbled to the door with blurry eyes, opening it still half asleep, only the slap he received woke sobered him up quickly,

"OW- WH- WHY ARE YOU JUST LIKE WOOYOUNG!?"

"SHUT UP! DONT TAKE HIS NAME! I HURT HIM BECAUSE OF YOU!" Never in the many years of knowing her, had she raised her voice like that.

"I-"

"NO! LISTEN TO ME!" She yelled before shoving him inside so she could continue yelling inside, "I like you- and you- you d*ck you could tell him you liked me but you couldn't tell me!? All those horrible dates you watched me go to, but you couldn't stop me?! You knew you liked me yet you let Woo ask me out!?"

"I- I didn't wanna ruin what we had..."

"San, I- what if I had married Woo? Huh? Then what? When you already had half my heart, I-"

She couldn't finish her sentence though, because the next thing she knew, he was smothering her with all that pent up love, his lips pressing against hers with a ferocity she had ever seen in her gentle Sannie, wanting to claim what he was too scared to touch before.

He only pulled back when she lightly pushed him back, gasping for air, looking up at him all flushed and pink, her swollen lips just enticing him even more,

"W-what was that?" She breathed out.

"Never say you're marrying anyone but me, I would've ruined the wedding even if it meant being thrown out."

"You're an idiot Sannie."

"No, I just had a teacher who could teach me math, but couldn't teach me how to love properly - guess she was learning too."

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cherryxcadbury · 1 year

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11 with jude please 💖

so ik there were a lot of reqs for #11, but this was the first one I received so this will be my #11;)

2nd person pov

“Why do you have chicken in your purse?” You asked your best friend, Natalia as you both looked on at the pitch.

“Not paying for that over prices stadium shit.” Natalia explained, as she happily ate her chicken nuggets in peace while people began to fill in the seats after half time.

You two were both huge Bayern fans. So when they posted on their social media, a giveaway for two tickets up close to the pitch, it didn’t take much for you two to submit about a thousand entries. And somehow, you guys won.

The score was 0-0, against Bayern’s biggest rivals, Dortmund. In honesty, Dortmund usually tended to get thrashed by Bayern, but they were the biggest competition in the Bundesliga.

“Look! Bellingham!” People called from behind you.

You angled your head and saw as Jude Bellingham was leading the charge back from the break onto the pitch. The nineteen year old captain had even the Bayern fans in awe of him.

“I hate him but he’s hella fit.” Natalia admitted, to which you only nodded in response.

He was good yes. Okay fine. He was really good. But you considered him overrated.

“There are way more options for captains though. I don’t know why the nineteen year old is the captain.” You grumbled, honestly a bit angry because of how close Jude had gotten to assisting.

“Says the one who’s no older than nineteen. Also bro, you know he deserves to be captain. Have you seen the way he is on the field. Captain material. And I say this as a lifelong Villa and Bayern fan.” Natalia responded.

You looked to her to see a brow raised in your direction.

“You’re more competitive than half the players I swear.” Natalia laughed.

“Chicken?” She offered, holding her hand out.

You chuckled before waving her hand away.

“Second half’s about to start.” You mumbled.

“WOOOOO MIA SAN MIA!” Natalia cheered, eliciting more cheers from fellow Bayern fans.

“What does Mia San Mia even mean?” You asked her, as Dortmund made their way up the pitch.

Natalia scoffed and turned to you, “You do not deserve to be wearing that Alphonso Davies kit right now.”

“In my defense, I’m not German!” You exclaimed.

“Y/N! I am literally from fucking Ecuador, I don’t know German either but at least I know Mia San Mia! Fake fa-”

She started to say before being cut off by you. Dortmund’s offense was getting suspiciously close to the Bayern net. You were tempted to grimace as Neur was out with a knee injury, not that his replacement was bad by any means.

The stadium almost fell silent as the ball made it to Bellingham’s feet. He was successful in weaving in and out of players, before the ball was deflected. And it was coming straight at you.

Your worst nightmare. You’d love football since you were a little girl. You’d watch it all the time, with or without your family. The one thing that kept you away from live matches as a kid was potentially being hit by a ball. The thought embarrassed you to no end. And now, it was about to happen, in front of tens of thousands of people.

This was what you deserved for sitting in the front row.

“DUCK!” Natalia screamed into your ear, physically pushing you down.

Luckily the ball didn’t hit you, and went flying to the row behind you. Hitting a poor unsuspecting boy.

“Oh shit.” Natalia looked at the wailing kid sympathetically.

You also felt your heart pang in sadness for the clearly hurt boy. But you also thought it was kind of funny. He’d been kicking the back of your seat for the whole first half. And you wanted to smirk and mention karma, but you were better than that.

You grabbed the makeshift ice pack in your bag, which was really just a bag of a lot of ice you’d bought at the stadium and handed it to the boy’s mother.

“I don’t have much but this might help.” You said, placing the bag in the mother’s hands who smiled at you gratefully.

The boy also thanked you, silently calling a truce.

You and Natalia told the boy jokes to help distract him from the pain but eventually it was drowned out by cheering on your side.

“Turn around!” The injured boy gestured.

You did so and saw Jude Bellingham jogging over to your area. Hence why you could barely hear anything. You turned back to see the gleaming boy, figuring it would probably be easier if he was closer to Jude.

So, you picked the boy up and transferred him to your seat, closer to the pitch, while you climbed over to sit a row behind.

Unbeknownst to you, the kind act did not go unnoticed by Jude, who’d seen it while approaching.

“I’m sorry about that bud.” The footballer smiled apologetically, ruffling the kid’s hair.

The boy just smiled, “It’s okay. You weren’t the last one to hit it anyways.”

“You doing better now eh?” Jude smiled.

“Yeah! She helped me by giving me ice and telling me jokes.” The boy answered, gesturing to you while he spoke.

This caused Jude’s eyes to flicker towards your for a second. A smirk found its way onto his face while you started blushing red.

“Ah well your sister seems very nice.” Jude emphasised the “sister”.

The boy quirked his brow.

“She’s not my sister. She just helped me after the ball hit me.” The child explained. “Ah, should’ve figured based off of the opposing kits.” Jude replied, noticing now that you sported a Bayern kit while the child was decked out in BVB gear.

You turned to Natalia who just sat there smugly, watching it all happen.

“Don’t talk much now do you?” Jude asked you, the smirk ever so present on his face.

You wanted to stop from blushing again. But you couldn’t. Instead you had to switch the topic.

“Don’t you have a game to play smart one?” You shot back, snark in your voice as you forced him to turn back to the field where the players were still waiting.

“If I were you, I’d go back to playing now. The quicker you lose, the quicker you get this over with.” You advised.

That flared some sort of pride and fighting spirit in Jude. He smiled to himself turning to go back to the pitch.

But just before that he looked at you and said, “I’ll show you why I’m the golden boy for a reason.” before stocking off.

Within a few seconds, the game resumed.

“I swear the golden boy was Gavi.” Natalia wondered aloud.

And you couldn’t help but laugh.

Approximately 48 minutes later, the match was at a standstill 2-2. Jude had already smirked in your direction after scoring. You however didn’t return anything because what if he had a girlfriend or something that was directed towards?

“Fuck fuck fuck.” Natalia breathed as Adeyemi made his way up the field.

That boy was faster than lightning.

Adeyemi handed it off to Jude who then passed it to Gio, outside of the box. The American faked Alphonso fucking Davies and shot the ball at such an angle that no one expected a goal out of it. But it was. It was a goal indeed. You bit your lip as Dortmund players and fans alike celebrated, going insane.

You could only think to keep your head down to shield yourself from the embarrassment.

15 minutes later

Most fans had left but you and Natalia hung around to take pictures considering how close you were to the field. Your back was currently facing the pitch as Natalia stood on top a seat to get your optimal angles.

“You look so good!” Natalia smiled, clicking away.

But she stopped abruptly.

You noticed.

“Oh are we done? Should we go now?” You asked her.

“Turn.” She commanded.

You whipped you head around to see Jude Bellingham shirtless. Kit in his hand, elbows leaning against the miniature wall.

“You.” You gulped, waiting to get trashed after seeing the look on his face.

“Unfortunate that you guys lost today.” He smiled.

“Yeah well match fixing’s always a possibility. Sure you know a lot about the match fixing.”

You referenced the interview which got Jude fined in the previous year.

Jude’s smile stayed, turning into an ever present smirk.

“Touché I suppose.” Before handing you his kit.

You grasped it, before looking in disgust.

“I don’t do Dortmund kits.” You tried handing it back to him.

You were actually freaking out on the inside.

“This is a Jude Bellingham kit though.” He bit his lip as he maintained eye contact with you.

“Even worse.”

He just laughed.

“Listen sweetheart. I’d take a good look at that kit before you feed it to the dogs.”

And with that, he winked, jogging into the tunnel.

“You better fucking open that kit.” Natalia commanded, holding it up.

Both your eyes shot to something scribbled in the corner.

Call me;) 49*** *** **** -Jude

Your mouth hung wide open at this point. He was into you.

“W fucking rizz Bellingham. W rizz.” Natalia muttered.

“You’re going to be a WAG Y/N.” Natalia’s hands clamped over her mouth.

You rolled your eyes at your best friend’s wild imagination. But secretly, 99% of you, hoped that what she was saying, was true

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seidenbros · 1 year

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Hi there :) If you’re still taking requests, could I request a one-sided “rivals” to lovers type of fic with Eddie where he becomes jealous of the reader who started a club with Dustin, Mike, and Lucas back when she used to babysit them? She’s back from college for the summer and Eddie gets all dramatic about the kids “cheating” on him and gushing about how fun their club is so he spends his time whining about it to Steve at Family Video and convinces him that they have to crash a meeting to regain custody but once he sees the reader he falls head over heels immediately. I hope you have a good rest of your day!

I'm so sorry this took so long, but I haven't written that much due to work and stuff, and I started this... weeks ago, but I am finally finished. Because I just love this idea so much, so I hope I hit the right mark with this and you enjoy what I came up with 💖💖

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader Word count: 4140 Warning/Tags: one sided enemies to lovers (kinda), fluff, falling for each other, D&D references from someone who's never played, did I mention fluff?, oh and jealous Eddie who whines a bit

Let Your Passion Set the World on Fire

“Congratulations, you’ve really managed it this time!” Eddie said with a grin, leaning back in his throne, looking over the table in front of him while the others celebrated their victory. This campaign had been so much fun, and the club had enjoyed it as well, especially because they had defeated him. School was over (for Eddie completely), the summer lay ahead, and they had had their last session before they would resume in the new school year, because even though Eddie wasn’t a student anymore, Hellfire would still be there, and he’d make time for it. Sure, he’d said that he would get out of Hawkins, but there were now a couple of reasons for him to stay. At least until he figured out what he wanted to do.

The summer was for earning money in Eddie’s case, playing a couple of shows with Corroded Coffin and relaxing a little bit. And the boys should go out and have fun as well, and not spend their whole time inside, right? Yeah, not really, as Eddie was about to find out.

“That was really good training for the summer,” Mike said, grinning at Dustin. Will nodded along straight away.

“I can’t wait to see what she comes up with. It’s been quite a while,” Lucas agreed, leaning back in his chair, a smile spreading on his lips.

“What are you talking about?” Eddie looked at all of them, one after another, because that had certainly caught his interest. Who were they talking about and what. He had an inkling that he knew what it was about, but he had to be sure.

“Ohh, you remember y/n?” Dustin immediately said, looking up at Eddie, a brilliant smile on his lips. “The one we used to play D&D with? My old babysitter?”

“Our old babysitter,” Will made it clear, and it was obvious that all of them still adored you.

“Yeah, you mentioned her once or twice.” Or pretty much every other week, which had annoyed Eddie at first, but once they’d started with their campaigns, it had died down a bit. But of course, the boys had told him how much they’d enjoyed your campaigns, that you’d really gotten them into it in the first place. That they were glad that they had Hellfire now with Eddie and the others, because it was even more fun like this. But still, he’d been curious about you, and yes, even a little jealous when he heard them gush about you and your campaigns. Oh, he knew that his campaigns were awesome, hard to beat, but still… there was this little nagging feeling whenever they mentioned your name.

“She’s coming home for the summer,” Mike spoke up again, gathering his dice from the table so they could start putting everything away.

“And she already said that she’s got a pretty epic campaign for us!” Lucas' eyes lit up when he said that.

“And when she says epic, she means epic!” Dustin winked at Eddie, followed his words up with a chuckle.

“So… you’re abandoning Hellfire for a girl. Nice one!” Eddie rolled his eyes and got up from his throne. Clearly, he didn’t have his emotions under control right now, and he was completely overreacting, but he was already a bit… touchy because of not going to school anymore and spending most of the time with the boys - if he attended his lessons that was. Life was about to change, and he didn’t know whether he was ready for it or not.

“What are you talking about? I thought Hellfire was on break for the summer?” Mike scowled at Eddie, watching him pack up his stuff in record time. Usually, Eddie took his time, made jokes with the others, but right now, it felt like he wanted to get out as quickly as possible.

“Yeah, didn’t we want to resume when school started again?” Will watched Eddie, picking up on the slump in his shoulders, the way his lips were pressed together.

“Yeah we did,” Eddie eventually said, taking his bag, before he looked back at them. “You’re right. Hellfire will be back when school starts again.” Even if he wanted to, he didn’t have a full-fledged campaign anyway, so they needed that break. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, gentlemen, I have places to be, businesses to attend.” And with businesses, he meant turning up the newest Metallica album as loud as possible while he lay on his bed and stuck his nose in a book.

It was nice to come back home after your first year of University. You’d been home before, sure, but the summer break gave you an opportunity to really relax and catch up with old friends - and that included the kids you babysat back in the day. You’d been in contact especially with Dustin all the time, and when you’d told him that you’d come home for the summer, he’d been more than excited about this, immediately asking you about your plans. With a grin, you’d told him over the phone that you’d prepared a campaign for them, if they were interested.

“Are you kidding? We’re so in!”

You’d always loved his enthusiasm, and that had shown again once you stood in front of him and he hugged you. He’d grown quite a bit since you’d last seen him, but to you, he’d always be the little curly haired boy that you’d read good night stories to. Dustin had been the first one you’d babysat, and then it had kind of become a group thing when you’d started playing D&D with them, when you’d made campaigns for them. Finally, someone who’d enjoyed it just as much as you.

It hadn’t been the same at University, mainly because you really hadn’t had the time for it, to find a new group, when you should actually do stuff for your courses, start painting again and get your assignments ready. But in the background, you’d worked on this campaign to surprise the boys with it.

Of course, they’d told you about Hellfire, had gushed about Eddie and his campaigns, and you’d listened with excitement. Because you had been happy for them. Having Will move halfway across the country hadn’t been easy on them, so Eddie had been able to distract them a little. Luckily, Will was back home, among his friends, where he belonged, so you had the whole gang for the summer. You couldn’t be happier.

You remembered Eddie vaguely, had heard his name, but you’d never really crossed paths, but from everything Dustin had told you, he seemed like a pretty cool guy.

“You know he can join, right? If he wants to,” you told Dustin once more when you set up the table in his basement, taking everything you’d need out of your bag. God, you’d spent so many hours down here, it almost felt like a second home to you.

“Yeah, but he’s always our DM.” Dustin watched you intently, trying to get a hint at what you were coming up with. Maybe, he could get a glimpse at your notes somehow, but you kept them close to you. No peeking!

“Even a DM just wants to be a player sometimes,” you reminded him. While you enjoyed leading campaigns, you didn’t back away from participating in one every now and then. You still remembered Mike’s first campaign, where you’d felt like a proud Momma bear.

“Yeah, but he reacted rather… pissed when we talked about this here.”

“What do you mean?” Your head whipped up, your eyes focused on Dustin, your own dice abandoned on the table for a moment.

“Well…” Dustin started, scratching the back of his head. “He thought we were not gonna play during the summer and then we brought this up. You. He thought we were abandoning Hellfire.”

“You’re not, it’s just a meeting between old friends.”

Still, you had to smile to yourself, because you knew just what it was: jealousy. You’d felt the same way when the boys had told you about Hellfire and this supercool dude the first time, because you’d missed them, had missed playing with them. But it had died down, when you’d realised just how good it was for them, and that you weren’t able to give them that kind of club with being miles apart from them.

It was kind of satisfying that you weren’t the only one with that knee-jerk reaction, but that only made you more curious about Eddie.

“I’m telling you, she’s stealing the kids from me - us!” Eddie moaned as he collapsed onto a chair behind the counter of Family Video. Steve was alone today, so it was just the two of them. Business was usually slow in the summer months, but someone had to be here.

“Talk about being dramatic,” Steve mumbled, rolling his eyes. Eddie hadn’t stopped talking about this, but Steve could understand why it irked his friend. You’d been here for nearly two weeks and every time either one of them had asked the boys if they wanted to hang out, they’d declined, because they wanted to get along with the campaign. It was strange not really seeing them altogether in so long after pretty much spending all their time together when they could. Granted, everyone deserved a little time to come down from everything that had happened.

“Harrington!” Eddie suddenly sat up, spilling some of the beer he’d brought with him onto the floor, making Steve wince, because he’d have to clean it up later on.

“What?”Steve rubbed a hand over his face before he looked at Eddie, taken aback by the mischievous grin on his face. That was never a good sign.

“You still have the key to Henderson's place, don’t you?”

“Yes. Why?” Steve eyed him a moment longer, before it clicked. “You don’t really want to go over there, do you?”

“Why not? Crash their little party, and drag their asses out of Dustin’s basement so they get some fresh air. It’s not good for them to be inside all the time!”

“Look, who’s talking!” Steve couldn’t hold back a chuckle, because Eddie wasn’t exactly the guy to spend a lot of time outside bathing in the sun, but he still had a point.

“Yeah yeah, shut it.” Eddie rolled his eyes at Steve, but got up nonetheless, stepping up to Steve. “Look, these little assholes are not only cheating on me…”

“Really, Munson?” But Steve couldn’t deny the fact, that Eddie’s words were beginning to sink in, and make him realise that he missed those buttheads more than he’d like to admit.

“Well, they are!” Eddie shrugged his shoulders, rocking back on the heels of his feet, pushing his hands into the pockets of his jeans, leather jacket abandoned due to the weather, but he was still repping his Hellfire shirt.

“Alright, alright,” Steve eventually gave in, taking a look at the clock on the wall. One more hour and he could lock up. “Let me just get changed at home and then we can head over there.”

“I knew I could count on you!”

Oh Eddie was already looking forward to their stunned faces, and especially to see a look of annoyance on your face when he crashed your campaign, because he knew that he’d be fucking pissed if anyone dared to do that to him.

It was the fifth session you had, but you’d seen the boys apart from that as well, had spent some time with them at Lover’s Lake and had made a movie night with them, including Max and Elle of course, who were just wonderful to be around. They’d won your heart over in no time. But for your campaign, it was just you and the boys - and Erica, who brought so much joy into this round, so much fierceness, that you couldn’t help but smile whenever you looked at her. She was so witty, had so many great ideas, that she reminded you of yourself at that age. Sometimes speaking before you thought about the consequences and being called a big mouth by your elders, just because you knew more than they did sometimes.

“Now, Lady Applejack, you had to leave your companions behind, some of them hurt, the others taking care of the rest, but they put their trust in you.” You fix your eyes on Erica, leaning forward slightly, elbows on the table, the tips of your fingers touching. “The dragon has not yet taken notice of you, is still fast asleep, but what you need to save the others, lies directly beneath its right claw. You can see the wooden chest with the big metal lock from your hiding spot. Now, the dragon is a very light sleeper and someone who doesn’t like getting his things stolen. What he is up for is a trade, but I don’t know if you have anything to trade that is worth enough for the dragon. Or… you could just call the dragon by its name and throw him off guard. What do you want to do?” You smirked at her, leaning back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I don’t think you made it as easy as calling the dragon Rumpelstiltskin.” Erica levelled a look at you that told you that she’d caught up on where you’d gotten your inspiration from.

“Good idea, but nope.” You shook your head, when you suddenly heard trampling noises from upstairs and the door to the basement flung open. Instinctively, you knew that it couldn’t be Elle and Max, because they didn’t behave like that, but there was nobody else upstairs.

When two figures bolted down the stairs and stopped next to the table, you knew immediately who they were, because they boys hadn’t shut up about Steve and Eddie. Of course, you’d known King Steve, but you hadn’t been in the same group of friends. It had surprised you to hear from Dustin and Mike just how much he’d changed, but they loved the guy. And they loved Eddie. When your eyes met, you couldn’t deny the fact that your heart skipped a beat. After hearing so much about him, you were of course curious to meet him, but the effect those deep brown eyes had on you when they were levelled on you, was something nobody could have prepared you for.

“What the hell? Eddie? Steve?” Dustin spoke up, looking from one to the other, but Eddie didn’t even react, his eyes were still firmly on you.

You were not what he’d expected. Not at all. Though to be fair, he wasn’t sure what he’d expected look-wise, but he’d expected someone with their nose stuck up in the air, who would be mean and just wanted to keep the boys to herself. You looked nothing like a mean old witch wanting to destroy his life. Okay, that was a little over-dramatic, but still. In fact… you looked stunning, though a bit shocked judging by your big eyes that stared back at him.

“Surprise!” Steve said, poking his elbow into Eddie’s side, pulling him back from his thoughts.

“Yeah… s- surprise!” He managed, all but blushing when he looked at you once more. He was usually so witty with his words, never one to lose his ability to speak, but right now`? Right now, you rendered him speechless and that even without having said a word, but when you finally opened your mouth, he hung on your every word.

“Gentlemen, we’re kind of in the middle of something? We were just about to find out whether Lady Applejack would tame our dragon or not.” You rose to your feet, leaning over the table, putting your weight on your hands, while you looked at both men.

“A dragon”?” Eddie’s ears perked up, his eyes scanning the table, and he had to admit that he was impressed with your whole setup.

“Yeah the dragon can wait!” Steve spoke up again, rolling his eyes at Eddie, because this had been his idea after all, and now, he was all heart-eyes for you. Oh Steve knew that look, but he was hoping nobody else was picking up on that right now, and would just attribute it to the game or whatever. He honestly didn’t care, he just wanted to set this plan in motion.

“But we are hurt and Erica has to save us!” Will spoke up, the desperation clear in his voice, because he was always playing with his whole heart.

“Erica can still do that tomorrow!” Eventually, Eddie had found his voice again, and spoke up, not looking at you anymore, because he knew that he’d fumble with his words otherwise.

“Just take a break. We already ordered pizza to my place. Parents have gone on vacation at the start of the week, so we can hang there.” Steve shrugged his shoulders, a smile taking over his face, because he knew that he could get the kids with pizza and the pool at his house, especially when it had gotten so damn hot again.

“Wait, why didn’t I know that?” Dustin got up from his chair, reaching for his bag already.

“Because you were busy, butthead,” Eddie ruffled Dustin’s hair, a smile on his lips, that caught you off guard. He looked even better when he smiled with that kind of adoration in his eyes that was reserved for the kids. You knew it all too well, because they brought that out in you as well.

“Can we?” Mike looked at you expectantly, and you felt transported back in time to when they were all still little, when you’d been their babysitter and they’d asked you for permission.

“If you want, of course! We can resume some other time,” you said with a smile, watching them all get up excitedly grabbing their bags and bounding up the stairs. You turned away from them with a smile on your lips, as you gathered your most important stuff. Everything else could just stay here, but you needed your notes before anyone else would be able to read them.

“You coming?” Eddie called over to you standing at the bottom step of the stairs. “Don’t wanna miss out on pizza and cooling down in the pool do you?”

“Oh, I didn’t know the invitation was for me as well.”

“Of course! Now that we finally met, I need to know more about you!” Eddie winked at you, suddenly getting a burst of confidence back, and it made you smile - and your stomach tingle, which you tried to ignore as best as you could.

Everyone was talking a mile a minute while they were sitting around the pool, enjoying their pizza. The boys talking about your campaign as well, discussing their next moves with Erica.

“You gonna give us a hint at the name of the dragon?” Lucas called over to you, tilting his head to the side. He’d already finished his pizza and was getting ready to get into the water.

“Nope. Not a single word will leave my lips,” you said with a smile, making a motion with your hand that you were locking your lips and throwing away the key.

“That’s gonna be on their minds until you continue,” Eddie said, sitting down next to you at the edge of the pool. Your legs were dangling in the water and he’d pushed up the legs of his jeans as far as possible so that he could dip his feet and legs into the water as well.

“Let them burn a little bit. I love getting them so curious that they practically start begging me for information, because they can’t wait to continue.” Your lips curled up into a smile, your head turning slowly to look at Eddie. “But I guess you know that.”

“Oh yeah… all the time. But I didn’t tell them, instead I just revelled in their misery.” Eddie nudged your shoulder with his own, nibbling on his bottom lip before he looked back at you. “Sorry for crashing the campaign like that. I would have freaked out if someone had done that to me.”

His honest words made you smile, and you nudged him back, aware of a couple pairs of eyes on the two of you, but you just tried to ignore them.

“Don’t worry about it, I get it. Besides, I’m happy to finally meet you, even if it happened like that.”

“Well, we could have had that sooner, but you guys were all so busy. The kids didn’t even want to hang out with Steve and me at all.”

“But you could have just joined us, I made the offer.” You shrugged your shoulders, leaning a bit forward to trace your fingertips across the water.

“What do you mean?” Eddie turned his upper body towards you, focusing solely on you. His eyes scanned your face, the curve of your cheeks, your plush lips that gave him all kinds of ideas, back up to your kind eyes that looked back at him with such warmth that it made his breath hitch in his throat.

“Well, I told Dustin that even a DM likes to participate in a campaign now and then. Hand off the reins and just play. He said that wasn’t your cup of tea.” You wet your lips with your tongue, eyes darting from his lips up to his eyes.

“That little shithead,” Eddie mumbled under his breath, but you still picked up on it, chuckling at his words. “I said some… not so nice things before, so maybe that’s why he didn’t say anything to me.” “I get it… you were jealous!” You smirked at him, and before he could protest you kept on talking. “I was too. When they told me about you? About this supercool guy who made these awesome campaigns and had his own club for D&D? I really was jealous of you, because you got to spend time with them. But them I realised that I was happy for them, that they got to do what they loved because of you. So thank you for making them part of Hellfire.” You put your hand on his thigh, feeling him tense up beneath your touch. “That was definitely not what I expected.” Eddie managed a chuckle, leaning back on his hands while still watching you. “You’re really something, you know that?”

“Can you stop flirting in front of the kids?” Steve called over to both of you, making Eddie blush, while you also felt the heat creep up your neck, but when you heard Eddie chuckle, you relaxed.

“You’re just jealous, Harrington,” Eddie called out to his friend.

“Maybe so!”

You both started chuckling, but it died down when Eddie looked back at you again.

“Now, as someone not part of the campaign… would you confide in me and tell me the name of the dragon?” Eddie’s eyes lit up with mischief, because he would love to know that, tease the kids with it, because he knew something they might need for their campaign.

“If you promise to keep it a secret?” You raised your eyebrow at him, biting your lip again.

“By my honour! I will not breathe a word until the campaign is over! But I will tease the shit out of them.” You both started to chuckle.

“Okay… from one DM to another,” you lowered your voice, leaning over to him, one hand on your shoulder and your lips brushing the shell of his ear when you whispered the dragon’s name into Eddie’s ear. You could feel his hand land on your thigh, squeezing it slightly as his lips curled up into a smile.

“They weren’t lying when they said your campaigns are epic.”

“They say the same about yours…”

“Imagine what we could come up with together then,” Eddie said, rubbing his thumb over your thigh before giving it a gentle squeeze. Usually, you wouldn’t let someone you barely knew get so close to you, but with Eddie, you felt like you both already knew each other.

“It’s a date then,” you said, beaming up at him. “Now we have to make one together.”

“A date it is.”

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the D is for Effort || myg

Request: For your request! Can I have yoongi. and have coworkers/rivals that have to do a project together. and the sexual tension finally boils over and leads to smut. Please and thank you! (btw I reading your stories)

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“You’re formatting that incorrectly.”

The sound of his voice makes you automatically scowl. There’s no one you despise more than Yoongi, Mr. Perfect, who can do no wrong in your boss’s eyes.

“Will you shut up? I know what I’m doing,” you snap.

You can see the annoyed eye roll through your computer screen. He stands behind you, arms folded, impatiently waiting for you to finish this report your boss asked you both to prepare for his big meeting on Monday. There’s no way you’ll allow him to take over. He’ll only claim all the credit and label you as incapable of a basic task. You aren’t a fool.

“Well, at this rate we’ll be all weekend.”

You don’t even bother turning in his direction. Why waste your energy on him when you can put it towards your work? Your boss is picky and likes things done a certain way. “If you have somewhere to be Min, you can always leave. I’ll handle this.”

“Yeah, and fuck it all up,” he mutters.

“Excuse me?”

Yoongi sighs heavily. “Nothing, look I know how she likes it—”

“I bet you do,” you retort.

His mouth forms a tight line before he shakes his head and continues.

“Anyway, I could have us out of here in no time. I’ve been working on that stuff for two weeks now and have already started putting things together. She always asks for things last minute, so I try to stay a step ahead. But if you know so much, be my guest.” Yoongi shrugs his shoulders and walks over to the nearest wall, leaning against to watch you from afar.

Minutes pass of you typing and deleting before he complains again, this time triggering your patience. “Come on. Move out of the way and let me do this. Everything we need is on my drive.”

You blow out some air in an attempt to get rid of your frustration.

“Why don’t you come over here and make me move, asshole?” you mutter to yourself.

Yoongi pushes off the wall and takes a few steps toward you. “What was that?”

“Nothing.” You sigh and place your head in your hands, wanting nothing more but for him to disappear.

“Thought so,” he scoffs.

You whisper to yourself. “Whatever, bitch.”

You zone out for a bit, trying to collect your thoughts, but a low husky growl rips you away from your thoughts.

“You wanna say that to my face, bitch?”

You instantly jolt from your seat, startled by the sound. “Yoongi, what the fuck?!” Your back is pressed against your cubicle wall, trapped by nothing but his broad frame.

“Aww, don’t tell me you’re all talk? With a mouth like that, you better be able to back it up, doll.” His chuckle creates a frenzy in your abdomen, and you look on in shock as his eyes check you out without a care.

“I umm…”

“That’s it. Talk to me,” he encourages, his arm extending to rest his hand on the structure behind you. You can’t stop yourself from turning to admire the thickness of his limbs. “I love a pretty girl,” his other hand raises and he slowly drags his thumb across your bottom lip, “with a filthy mouth.”

When you turn to look at his face, you’re immediately lost in his intense gaze. You shouldn’t even be this caught up; you hate Yoongi. But damn does he look good with his hair like this, his hoops dangling with every slight movement. The smell of his cologne is intoxicating and you want nothing more than to swallow him up right now. And you should be ashamed of yourself for even considering something like that.

However, when he retracts you feel a sense of disappointment rather than relief. “Well, I can see you don’t want to play. Another time, I guess.”

“No!” You quickly grab his arm and he looks at you with a smirk. “I mean, umm…”

“Hm,” he hums.

“You wouldn’t tell anyone, right?”

“Doll, we can take it to the grave, if you want.” You respond with a hesitant nod, not trusting him entirely but too horny to think about the consequences. But when he starts walking away, you become confused. “Can’t do it out in the open, baby. We have custodians, you know.”

You quickly scurry behind him, struggling to keep up with his long strides in your five inch heels but determination pushes you through. When you catch up with him, his arm snakes around your waist, making your stomach do flips from the feeling of his touch. You pray he doesn’t notice the excitement and eagerness in your step, but you can’t stop the rush coursing through you.

Yoongi guides you into the file room but only turns on a small desk lamp to illuminate the area you’re in. He sits on the desk and beckons for you to come closer, to which you oblige. “Do you have limits?”

“Y-Yeah, why?”

“Is being deprived of air one of them?” he questions as his thumb caresses your forearm with one hand and loosens his tie with the other.

“You wanna choke me?” You gasp when he gently pulls you closer.

“I just wanna take your breath away, doll.” His eyes are so low and dark the hue of his irises is barely visible. “If you let me, of course.”

“Candy canes and three taps,” you reply. His head tilts with curiosity. “Those are my warning calls.”

“You’re experienced?”

“A little bit, if that’s okay.”

Yoongi’s face forms a half of a smile. “That’s perfect, actually.” You come closer when his fingers call for you to come closer. “Are you gonna be nice and let me kiss you?”

You respond by wrapping your arms around him and throwing your leg over his lap, clinging on to him while your lips move in to seal the deal. Yoongi’s arm keeps you firmly against him, and his free hand grabs your face. “Make sure you keep your fucking voice down, doll.”

He pulls you in and makes your head spin. It’s like once he finally had a taste, he couldn’t get enough. His hands start groping your ass almost immediately and you can only release desperate moans into his mouth in response. Yoongi’s tongue all but forces its way inside of your crevice, and you accept it with no protest. He tastes like mint gum, something dangerously sweet, and cigarettes. It’s a combination you never knew you’d grow to crave.

When he finally pulls away so the two of you can breathe, he gives out an order before he can even catch his breath. “Damn, you’re so fucking hot. Get on your knees, hurry up.”

You drop to the floor and wait for him to unbuckle his pants, gawking when his dick comes springing out. You have to look at it from every angle. It’s so long and girthy with veins so prominent they’ll surely rub all the right places. You want to taste it, lick the raging red tip until precum weeps from his slip. But you know you need to ask for permission first.

“Can I touch it?”

“A whore with manners, don’t I love to see it,” he applauds while stroking himself to the sight of you on your knees for him. “Give me your hand.”

He moves it up and down his shaft, at the same pace, he was moving previously then let's go to allow you to get him off. “Just like that. I want to enjoy this for a bit.”

When his head lolls back, you use the opportunity to admire his size. You’ve never seen one so well proportioned and you just hope he knows how to use it properly. However, the small ruts into your palm tell you that Yoongi might know exactly how to operate his heavy equipment.

“I need to know what you feel like,” he tells you and you don’t need any elaboration. Yoongi slides into your mouth with no difficulty due to the saliva you’ve gathered in preparation. He whispers profanities quietly as he enters your throat, and your eyes drink up every bit of the pleasure etched across his face. “A pretty girl, with a filthy mouth, huh?” he winks.

He gathers up all of your hair and makes a messy ponytail then begins using your face like a fleshlight. Your mouth and throat relax to make room even though he’s hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. All the while, you keep your eyes on his face, and he finds pleasure in the sight of your runny mascara and globs of spit rolling down your chin. This is some of the messy head you’ve ever given, and by the time he’s satisfied, your head is spinning.

“Fuck, shit!” he curses when he hears the gurgling noises you make from gagging on his dick. You swallow, and he swiftly pulls out, leaving you gasping and choking on the sudden intake of air. “I was gonna come in your mouth, get up.”

He helps you to your feet and you grab his forearms for stability, impressed by the firmness. “Why didn’t you?”

You start to fix yourself, assuming Yoongi’s changed his mind and doesn’t want to take this too far. But he spins you around and traps you against the desk. He whispers in your ear, “Because I wanna know what this pussy feels like first.”

You shiver and he notices right away. You can feel the smirk spreading as his lips run over the shell of your ear. “It’s like that, huh?”

“It’s been forever,” you reply.

“Well, that explains a lot.” Your skirt gets pushed above your ass and your panties pulled down to your ankles. You step out of them carefully so you can spread your legs further apart. Yoongi snatches the lace material within seconds and brings it to his nose. “Do you taste as good as you smell?” he inquires after a long inhale.

When you turn your head, you see your underwear nuzzled against his nose. You’re thankful he can’t see you clench around anything. You bite back a smile as he catches you staring.

“Why don’t you find out?”

Shoving your panties in his back pocket, he corners you again. You can feel his heavy breaths whipping the back of your neck while he’s leaning closer. He’s just as horny and eager as you are, and you wonder just how long it’ll be before he snaps and rips your clothes off. Secretly, you wish sooner than later.

“Now, that sounds promising.” He moves your hair and places kisses on your skin while he loosens his tie, making his way up to your ear. “But unfortunately, we need to make this one a quickie, doll.”

Yoongi takes your lobe between his teeth while his cock casually slips between your thighs. You try to fight your whimpers when your clit is intentionally probed by the blunt tip, but Yoongi tsks in disapproval. “Don’t hold back. I got you if you get too loud, don’t worry.”

“Are you sure?” Your words are drawn out due to the friction near your heat. Your pussy leaks arousal and coats his cock thoroughly.

“Mmhm, just like this.” Yoongi’s hand comes into view and his digits wrap loosely around your throat. Instead of sliding in a back and forth motion like he’s been doing, he enters your cunt without warning, making you cry out from the sudden intrusion.

However, the sound does not escape and you’re left frozen and wide-eyed while his fingers squeeze tighter, only providing you with a small source of air. He rubs your clit in circular motions to help you relax and mold around him, but your wobbly legs make it difficult. Yoongi has to keep you up using only his body, pinning you against the desk.

Eventually, he slowly allows you to breathe and you can only say his name in response to the rush you feel. “Yoongi.”

“Easy, whore. Don’t get too excited…I haven’t even started fucking you yet,” he grunts in your ear. He removes his tie in one motion once it’s undone then places it around your neck. His fast hands knot it skillfully, humming in approval at his own craft.

“Candy canes and three taps, right?” he asks you.

Your head turns to have a look at him. “Yeah, that’s me.”

“Cute. Hold on tight, alright.”

With that comes a quick jerk and the tie tightens around your throat. He drills into you from behind, creating an echo of skin slapping noises throughout the room. You’re sure if anyone were in this hallway they’d hear and distinguish the sound right away.

“You’ve no clue how many times I wanted to bend you over and fuck that nasty attitude right now of you, do you, slut?” No words can be formed when you’re this tongue-tied. All you can do is stare ahead and drool all over yourself because you’re really getting your brains fucked out tonight. Your head is empty, no thoughts are forming due to the minimum amount of air moving through your lungs. Just when you’re about to become dizzy and on the verge of reaching an intense orgasm, Yoongi’s movements slow down and he gradually permits you to breathe by loosening the fabric. He mocks you for your whining. “Uh, uh. You were begging for this and now look at you. Can’t even take it.”

“Fuck off, Yoongi. You’re barely fucking me,” you pant, trying to calm your racing heart, but his chuckle only pisses you off. He snatches your hair and pulls you closer to his chest, forcing you to look up in the most uncomfortable position.

“That mouth of yours is a blessing and a curse. If you didn’t sound so sexy getting fucked, I’d stuff it with those wet panties in my pocket.”

“Just shut up and make me come already,” you grit. Your voice is strained and shaky due to being impaled by his length buried deep inside of you. Your body trembles with need, and you won’t be able to handle being robbed of another release.

Yoongi pushes you forward, making you lean over the cool wooden surface. He lifts your right leg and places it on the desk before he hovers over you to speak in your ear. His thrusts are gentle, but you know it’s only the calm before the storm. “I’m not being nice to you anymore.”

“I never asked you to.”

“You will in a second.” He drives his cock so deep you scream his name, and his hand quickly covers your mouth. He gives you everything you asked for and some; you’re left babbling obscenities into his palm. Your eyes roll back when his fingers enter your mouth and he uses them to pull you back on his dick. As if it weren’t already humiliating hearing your juices squelch so lewdly, Yoongi just has to make it a point to let you know about the mess you’re making. One of his hands moves to your pussy to feel the stickiness between your thighs. He brings it to your face so you can watch the strings of arousal snap between his digits.

“So wet, huh? I thought you hated me,” he jests.

You manage to moan your words out even though he’s nearly drawing an orgasm out of you. If he were to just go a little deeper, you’d come all over this desk. “I do. I hate you so fucking much.”

Tears roll down your cheeks because you do. You despise him, but your mind can only think about how good he feels inside of you and how badly you want to reach your high. Your fist clenches and so does your pussy when he kisses your shoulder, soothing the feverish skin, but also making your blood boil with frustration.

“The feeling’s mutual, doll. But this pussy is god sent, so if you don’t mind shutting up for a few minutes so I can enjoy this, that would be appreciated,” he grunts while spreading your cheeks. You can feel his spit dribble into your rim. “I can feel you clenching like a whore, you know?”

“Fuck, Yoongi please just make me come. It’s been too long–ahh! What the fuck?!”

Yoongi slaps your ass and the sting sends another wave of arousal through you. When he does it again, stars form behind your eyes, and you squeak out his name in response. “Why are you—”

“Because you don’t know how to shut up. Now, I’m gonna give you what you want, but remember you asked for it.”

“Fine–Oh my god!”

Yoongi grabs your waist and starts at a relentless and unforgiving pace. You hold on for your life but he continues to push you further. By the time you form a solid grip on the table, he’s fucked you out of your heels and you’re left on your tiptoes. He yanks the tie and forms a makeshift leash-like tether, using it to help pull you onto his cock. The feeling bubbles in the pit of your stomach once more, leaving you tensed and ready to reach your peak with each of his hard thrusts. You can taste your release, and when the fabric tightens around your neck, your mind blanks and a ringing fills your ears.

“Who’s the bitch now?” His deep voice turns on a switch and your body reacts immediately. The euphoria takes you out of your shell of a body and it takes what seems like minutes for you to come back down.

Once you register what has happened, Yoongi’s voice comes through your ear, and you become aware of his arms wrapped around you in a standing embrace. “Doll, are you good? I need you to answer me.”

“Fine. Just fine,” you manage to get out through your slightly labored breathing.

He scoffs a laugh. “You sure about that?...I told you I’d take your breath away.”

“Mmhm, I’m alright.” You whimper when his fingers graze your clit, but he shushes you to keep your voice down.

“I heard the elevator. Can you handle a little more so we can dip?” You nod as your head lolls back and rests on his shoulder. Yoongi seems to relish in the soft moans that leave your lips while he fucks you slow. “I’ll take it easy, okay? I’m close.”

You hum as his teeth gently attack your flesh, not caring about the marks he’ll leave behind. His large hands touch everywhere they can reach, but he finds interest in pulling down your bra and toying with your nipples through your thin blouse. “Yoongi.”

He twitches inside of you when you call his name. “Yeah, doll. What's wrong?”

“Come inside of me,” you request, making him curse.

“Fuck. You’re kidding, right?”

“No, please do it. I’m on the pill. It’s all good.”

He reaches between your legs and fondles your clit until he draws another less intense orgasm out of you. The tightness of your cunt has him emptying inside of you and holding you tighter than before. His face nuzzles in the crook of your neck while he rides out his orgasm, pushing his seed deep into your womb until he slips out of you. “That was so fucking good, baby.”

You stay in this position for a few seconds before he pulls away and starts looking through the drawers below. You can’t stop yourself from pouting and desiring to be held in a post-orgasmic embrace.

When Yoongi finds some napkins, he cleans you the best he can with the three pieces of paper he found and helps you back into your shoes. You try your best to make yourself presentable but you’re sure there’s no hope until you find a mirror. “Still okay?” he asks you, retrieving his tie from around your neck.

“Yeah, I’m better now actually.”

Yoongi smirks. “I bet.”

Once again, he surprises you with a kiss, and this time it’s you that’s being greedy. He has to grab your wrists to prevent you from tearing his clothes off. “Calm down, doll. We need to get back to work.”

“Yeah. You’re right.” Your head lowers slightly, but he lifts it to look at your face.

“Let me finish the report, yeah.”

“But—”

You pause when he gives you a look and gives your ass a firm squeeze. “I didn’t ask, doll.”

You can only nod, too whipped to even challenge him right now.

“I got you, don’t even worry about it…Sit back and play a game on your phone or something. Just don’t say a word, please.” He laughs, but you know he’s serious so you roll your eyes.

You notice his tie is just thrown over his shoulders so you start fixing it to distract yourself from his sharp eyes and handsome features. You can’t possibly like Yoongi, not even just a little. You can feel him looking down at you and when he clears his throat, you don’t bother looking at him when you hum in response.

“And maybe umm…find somewhere you’d like to sit down and have dinner or something if you feel like doing that,” he suggests.

“What?” You finally face him with a look of confusion, but he only winks and turns away, leaving you frozen in the middle of the file room.

“Just listen for once, doll. Everything isn’t always black and white,” he calls out before exiting into the hallway.

Your wobbly legs make slow steps to chase him but you pause right before turning the knob.

“Did Yoongi just ask you out?”

#yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #yoongi angst #suga x reader #suga smut #bts smut #bts x reader #bts angst #bts fanfics #bts imagines #btsdreamcourt #bangtanbathhouse #bangtansorciere #yoongi imagine #sugakookitty

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spatialwave · 6 months

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Hi dropping on to say I’m so thankful someone else is currently as captivated with Limoreau as I am but is a writer and creates sweet sweet content. I think you’re doing amazing at writing them, thank you so much.

Obsessed with Jordan and Marie always trying to protect the other, always looking at each other even when they were rivals. I like to think that at some point Jordan notices Marie protecting them and at first doesn’t get why and tries to make sure they’re protecting her and not the other way around. And then a cycle of this until they finally just ask her why she’s putting herself in danger for them and then they both turn into queer mush idk I love them 💖

you... are so sweet oh my god! i am so glad i can write them for you, it is a pleasure! 🩵 (warning: writing this little musing ficlet made me cry.)

protecting others was the reason why students wanted to major in crimefighting, or at least, that's what should have been the main reason. jordan li took that promise very seriously, and it showed when they had to fight luke. without any hesitation, then stepped between their friend and a girl they hardly knew - just to protect her.

that’s when jordan realized a pattern. maybe it was because either one of them hated the notion of owing each other a favour, regardless, the two of them seemed to be crazy protective of each other.

it was an unending cycle, jordan would protect marie, then marie would step in and protect jordan. it was weird, jordan couldn’t comprehend why she would want to step in like that.

the more jordan thought about it, the more it made them frustrated and angry. the last thing they ever wanted was for marie to get hurt because of them. they'd live with that regret and guilt forever.

it hurt especially when they got close, emotions rose and feelings bloomed. that fear of marie getting hurt was beginning to swallow them whole, and it was a complicated feeling. marie was her own person, she was strong... jordan didn't want to bring it up and come across like they didn't believe in her.

that just weren't used to someone wanting to protect them, too.

it wasn’t until after they got their memories back — when jordan remembered the fight with sam, where jordan had put themselves between marie and sam only after she jumped head first into battle. oh, how it rattled them. how could she have been so careless? to jump in without even as much of a plan?

it was eating them away when they returned to godolkin later that night. they had spent several hours sitting on their bed wondering how they were going to approach this without making it seem like marie was incapable, but they couldn’t take it anymore.

the confrontation started with jordan knocking on marie’s door with a heavy fist, five knocks for good measure. marie opened the door and her eyes widened, a smile spreading on her lips, “hey-“

“why are you so frustrating?” jordan questioned immediately, pushing past marie into her room. much like the time of their first kiss.

she was taken back, blinking a few times as if she was having deja vu.

“excuse me?” she asked, already offended by their verbal attack, “what did i do?”

jordan turned around, tucking back a few loose curls behind their ear as they looked at marie, “you… you’re always getting in the way! every fight you’re always running in head first and trying to protect me. why?”

“what?” marie shut the door, walking a bit closer to jordan with a confused look on her face, “you’re mad at me because i’m… helping you?”

this is exactly the energy that jordan was avoiding, but they didn’t exactly do a good job at positive communicating. they sighed as they ran a hand down their face, trying to take a moment to relax before they continued to run their mouth off like a maniac.

“look,” they started, taking a step forward and looking deep into marie’s eyes, “i’ve just- i’ve never had someone like you in my life before, alright? i don’t want to see you get hurt.”

those words made marie’s heart skip a beat, but she was hesitant to let it go, “i can take care of myself.”

“that’s not what i’m insinuating.”

“then explain it better. use your words better.” marie stood her ground, arms over her chest as she watched jordan with thinned eyes.

it sent a shiver down jordan’s spine. she was right.

a few moments of silence passed before jordan parted their lips, “i’m scared you’re going to get hurt because of me. when you put yourself in danger like that it fucking sucks, okay? i hate feeling like i’m the reason you’re going to get yourself caught up in something stupid just to protect me.” the words came out of their mouth easier than expected, their breath quickening and heart rate sky rocketing. their eyes shook with vulnerability as they stared at marie.

tears had began to well up.

“oh, fuck,” marie murmured as she saw the pain in jordan’s eyes, walking close to them and wrapping her arms around their shoulders tight, “i didn’t know.”

an awkward laugh bubbled up as a tear rolled down jordan’s cheek, “yeah, well, obviously i’m shit at communicating,” they said as their arms gently wrapped around marie’s waist, fingers curling into the fabric of her red hoodie.

she pulled back slightly so she could look at jordan, moving one of her hands to wipe away the tear that rolled down their cheek.

“i can’t promise that i won’t get hurt,” she spoke softly, the most gentle smile forming on her lips, “but i’m not going to stop. i care about you, jordan. i care about you so much that i would rather get hurt if it meant you didn’t. that’s what you did for me with luke… and i didn’t appreciate it until it was too late.”

jordan couldn’t speak, their eyes filling with more tears that dared to spill. they could only listen to marie, hearing those words that soothed their angry heart.

“i’m making it up to you.”

#limoreau #jordan li x marie moreau #jordan li #marie moreau #gen v #this one hurt my heart lol #wordsbyspatial #spatialanswers

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gemini-sensei · 1 year

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Alpha!Hawk Moskowitz x Omega!Lawrence!Reader Headcanons

Chubby!Fem!Reader 💖 Some NSFW 💖

CW: a/b/o and knotting, heavy marking mentioned, minor possessive behavior, mentioned public behavior. (unedited)

💖Reader was raised by lone alpha Johnny Lawrence, who was left with the pup after some things didn't quite work out with her mother. For all of his inexperience, his instincts drove him to do everything to keep her alive, but it wasn't a cake walk. He had no support system, no pack. His former pack had all moved on with their lives and doing great for themselves, starting families with their mates or doing their own thing. So it was just Johnny and the pup for a long time.

💖When she presented as an omega, Johnny didn't know what to do. He only knew a little bit about omegas in all honesty, as he was brought up to be a big, bad, tough alpha. Luckily for him, the schools teach the kids about dynamics and the differences between alphas, betas, and omegas, so that was one weight off of his shoulders. However, he struggled with the idea that his omega daughter was going to be out in the world without him at some point, his inner alpha huffing and puffing because he needs to protect her at all costs.

💖Being raised by Johnny made Reader into an unconventional omega. She became aggressive and stubborn, unlike what is typically expected of omegas. She acts like an alpha, which leads to some difficult situations down the line.

💖She doesn't get along with most alphas, if any at all, and hangs out with a lot of betas and other omegas. Betas are level-headed enough that they can keep up with her attitude whilst alphas don't like her loud mouth. Omegas seeks her out because she's tougher than they typically are, some looking for protection or comfort.

💖Part of her upbringing was learning karate because, as Johnny realized not long after she presented, an omega should be able to protect herself. So she will kick ass if she feels like she or any of her omega classmates are being harassed. Johnny has gotten many phone calls about his omega daughter starting fights and all he ever had to say about it was "good for her. Should take her out for ice cream or something."

💖Despite being a good protector, she doesn't accumulate or become apart of a group at her school. Omegas like her, but not enough to really keep her around all the time; they stick to their group of soft spoken and sweet omegas. Betas are cools, but they come and go. She's left one her own and Johnny worries she's going to be alone like him.

💖When he starts his own dojo, he has her join not only because she's a great fighter (thanks to yours truly ofc), but because he hopes it might bring some like minded people around for her to be friends with and hopefully find a pack.

💖It goes much better than he could have expected. Sure, there were some bumps in the road and it eventually leads to him teaming up with his long time high school rival (who he maybe fooled around with at one point) Daniel LaRusso, but it works out. His daughter thrives in karate and she finds a pack that isn't just her and her dad. (Johnny only realizes much later that he has also found a new pack.)

💖Of course, through the journey, she meets Hawk. He isn't sure about her at first, thinking she's wearing some sort of masking perfume to hide her real scent, but soon learns that, no, she really is an omega and she has that much attitude. Had he met her before becoming the Hawk, he would have been scared of her, but he finds her cute to be pretty cute... then he learns never to call her cute.

💖She pins him to the mat and he's immediately turned on. He's also super impressed by her fighting skill and falls hard for her aggressiveness. She's unlike any omega he's ever met and from that day on, he makes it apart of his mission to have her be his omega.

💖Reader isn't an easy omega to court either and he doesn't start the process until they're apart of a huge pack. They've had ups and downs in their friendship, but they never gave up on each other. When they finally got to a good spot, learning Miyagi-Do and finding some inner balance, Hawk starts courting her because he thinks he's finally worthy enough to be her alpha (whereas before he felt like he had to be tougher and bigger to be her alpha, only to realize that was not impressing her).

💖Alpha!Robby hates watching them. Everyday, Hawk comes to training with a new courting gift for his sister. It's purely because of his alpha instincts to protect the omegas of his pack, plus that's his younger sister. Though, they weren't really raised together, Robby and Reader always knew they're siblings and they're hung out sometimes. That was enough to create their strong sibling bond, so he's inclined to be the overprotective brother, but still recognizes that she can take care of herself.

💖Johnny also hates watching them, but purely because he doesn't want to watch her grow up. However, he's happy to see he did something right with her - after all, she's a strong omega and she's finally found her pack and potential mate. That's all he could have ever hoped for.

💖The courting period is short in all honesty. It was a few weeks, two months tops. Hawk's inner alpha already knows that the Reader is the omega for him and Reader has always said that she's never needed an alpha, but when she met Hawk and got to know him, he was the only alpha she's ever wanted.

💖When they give each other their bond marks after a date where Hawk took Reader to a nice little restaurant. It isn't too fancy, but he wanted to treat her to something nice. She wears a pretty dress that makes him go gaga and he can't keep his hands off of her the whole dinner. Then he took her home, which it wasn't the first time they fucked but it was the first time they took things a little slow. It was very romantic, which lead to their bonding.

💖The days following, she doesn't cause any problems or start any unnecessary. Johnny becomes a little concerned because he can tell something's up. He spends hours trying to figure out, watching her smile and cuddle up with Hawk between lessons. It takes Robby pointing it out to him for Johnny to realize they've bonded and he doesn't know how to feel about that.

💖Reader is a possessive omega and Hawk is all for it. When they're out and about and anyone looks at her man the wrong way, she's growling at them. She's rude and clingy, holding Hawk close by the arm while standing in front of him and telling a group of omegas to back off. She then aggressively scents him in a quiet corner or his car and they make out heavily for a good twenty minutes before going on with their day.

💖When things get steamy between Reader and Hawk, it's intense. He's on top, fucking her hard while leaving dark hickeys all over her neck, shoulders, chest, tits, anywhere he can. He makes sure to make her bond mark noticeable every time they go at it so everyone knows that she's his omega.

💖When Reader goes into heat, she is absolutely insatiable. He's on top to start, but once he knots her, she's still trying to fuck herself on his cock. So he repositions them so he's laying on his back and she's sitting on his cock. She rides his knot hard, cunt squeezing tight around him as she goes after another orgasm. He holds her hips and helps move her, but for the most part she's doing a lot of the work. She needs more relief, needs more of him, so she'll work hard for it and he loves watching her. She makes him come so many times and he makes her come by rubbing and pinching her clit, it goes on for hours. His knot won't go down for hours.

💖Eventually she feels satiated and collapses on top of him and he kisses her head. He starts praising her, rubbing her soft pudgy sides and telling her how she's a good omega. She really needs that praise because sometimes her inner omega feels insecure for being so aggressive and harsh. She never changes, but sometimes it's good to know she can be herself and still be a "good omega."

💖Alpha!Hawk is fiercely protective of his omega, but he knows she can take care of herself and that is super hot to him. So if there's ever a situation, he sits back and watches her handle it because wowwie is she hot. Sometimes it turns him on too. However, if things start to get out of hand, he steps in and defends his omega, though it's more like they have each other's back than one protecting the other.

"Touch her and she'll break your arm."

💖A lot of people don't understand how they work. She's a stubborn omega and to most people that would be a major turn off; meanwhile, he's a tough alpha with a secret big soft heart. To most people, it shouldn't work, but they don't know Reader and Hawk, so they just don't get it.

💖Robby and Johnny eventually accept Hawk being Reader's mate. After Robby and Hawk sort out their differences, he sees how much Hawk truly cares for his sister. Johnny is still a work in progress, but he's just happy to see his little girl happy. He's more upset that she's not a pup anymore, but he'll never admit to tearing up about it.

💖Robby and the rest of the pack don't like going a lot of places with Reader and Hawk because they don't know how to keep the PDA to a minimum. It starts off with a lot of hand holding and little pecks on the lips, even a piggyback ride from time to time, but quickly evolves into hot make out sessions in the dark corners of the arcade, Reader sitting on Hawk's lap at the mall food court, and borderline inappropriate behavior just about anywhere they can sneak away to. Reader and Hawk don't care of course, but no one else wants to see it. Miguel is constantly apologizing for them and the heavy scent they give off when they start getting frisky.

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raffe156 · 4 months

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Hello mate how's everything going? Hope everything is a okiee.

Just a lil steamy thought. I couldn't help but remember mean-looking Price. Like him and Tank having some rival/enemy situation going on. Price thinks Tank doesn't take anything seriously and Tank thinks Price has a stick up his ass. Tank is known to push her luck with him. I can totally imagine her hiding his hat when he annoys her and feeling great joy when Price is just mean-mugging her. Price then retaliates by putting all her stuff on the tallest shelf. Because petty. Price is annoyed that she doesn't follow his orders on base and seems to enjoy pushing his buttons. The others don't know why he won't put his foot down especially since he's the captain. It's like a cat-and-mouse game. This comes to an abrupt end when Price sends Tank to his office. There's arguing, some choice words, and a standoff. Whilst Price is reprimanding Tank she either responds with "You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look dumb" or Price says to behave she responds with "Make me". And that he does. Paperwork. On the floor. Bonnie Hat. On the floor. Cup of Pens. On the floor.

This got me out of my slump mate 💖

I love the nasty, mean Price idea and honestly I wanna do more on this thought so for now have a little teaser 😘

“Tank! Get your arse in here!” Price shouted so loud it caused Gaz to jump.

“Oh shit…” Gaz whispered patting your shoulder good luck as you made your way towards the door.

He waited for the door to click shut behind you.

“We really need to stop meeting like this Captain..” you smirked as you sat in the chair Price had pulled out for you. He perched on the edge of his desk arms folded across his chest the same unamused look he always had plastered on his face.

“Wanna tell me why you’re here?”

“I haven’t the foggiest idea Captain, you tell me? Did I spell Lieutenant wrong again in my mission report? Did I miss count the ammo stock? Or was it that extra long shower I took the other night?..” you leant back in your chair smirk still in place. Price could feel his neck flush at the thought.

“Funnily enough no, though those long showers need to stop or else next time I’ll drag you out myself” he leant forward a few inches from your face, he knew exactly how it sounded and he didn’t care.

You both remained silent, both thinking over his words.

“You fancy me so fucking much don’t you?…” the words rolled off your tongue too easy, too cocky.

“Oh do I now?” Price grinned.

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changingplumbob · 4 months

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SIMBLR ASK GAME

Tagged by @marcishaun to answer some simming questions 💖

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘴?

I was in sims 2 and made a couple. They had three kids from gameplay. I had just built a second floor to the house then the father caught on fire cooking dinner and DIED and I was DEVESTATED (that fire is my earliest in game memory)

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘦?

Good question *thinks hard* I remember going in to EB Games (A game shop we have in NZ) to check the price of a second hand Nintendo DS Lite and I saw the cover for Sims 2 Nightlife and thought, wow I wonder what on earth that game is???

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦?

Sims 2!

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘴?

14 years? I got Sims 2 when Sims 3 released and they discounted Sims 2. Then as most people got Sims 3, I worked my way through the Sims 2 expansions.

I actually went straight from Sims 2 to Sims 4. Like I have some Sims 3 expansions now but they've all been bought in the last, I'm going to say 5 years...

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴?

I really liked the gameplay in Sims 2 but the look of sims in Sims 4 is superb, and I know how to use mods now which I didn't when playing Sims 2 so yeah I have to go Sims 4. Special shout out to Sims Medieval, I love that game!

𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶?

I've never really been able to play one family for a long time without getting bored so I'm really growing attached to the sims I have in my rotations at the moment. Favourite of those is Devin Villareal (formerly York). I've played through a lot with her, and getting her high school rival to become her girlfriend was such a fun challenge (Luna generated as closeted lesbian and was on the football team while Devin was a cheerleader so clearly making a love story was my only option)

𝘍𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘦?

I do not play enough with townies but I put a few in my rotations and out of those Cassandra Chopra (formerly Goth) is my favourite

𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧?

Short version, no.

Long version, do you know what prosopagnosia (face blindness) is? I don't have that exactly. I can see people's faces as a whole and tell them apart. But details... My brain cannot picture details properly. I couldn't tell you the eye colours of my family for example. Or describe the shape of my nose without looking in a mirror. If you ask me to picture Bella Goth and Eliza Pancakes I can until you ask me to describe their faces. It's like while I can see the big picture I cannot see the pieces. Because of this I have never been able to make myself, or anybody I know/know of in sims or any other game.

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘴?

Mostly every day at the moment while I'm unemployed and stuck in to my rotations. It used to be three-ish times a week, or maybe just once if a PS5 game I was waiting for had come out.

𝘋𝘰/𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘴?

All my sims seem to get high confidence so definitely not relating to that... The only thing I have in common with most of my sims is that I have most of them wanting families and children... I certainly cannot relate to their understanding of make up

𝘍𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦?

I don't do sims challenges because I do not have the patience, get bored often and become uncomfortable sticking rigidly to prewritten rules. I know I don't have to follow the rules exactly but my brain wouldn't accept I was doing the challenge unless I was following the set rules.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯-𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘮?

Stay-at-home-mum... I asked a sim one time about their job and they said that so I'm taking that as an option. If not that perhaps writer?

𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘮?

I'm going to pick 6 since we can have that now, I'm multi faceted 💎 and indecisive. Loner, Romantic, Creative, Cat Lover, Geek, Cheerful (when not depressed obviously)

𝘍𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘴?

Have sims fall in love. And selling that garden produce 💰

𝘍𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯-𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘴 4 𝘚𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴?

Same as real life, Autumn

𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴/𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦?

Yes. My friend from university actually got me most of the Sims 4 expansion packs and the only kits I have. But we only really talk about sims if it's around a release time because she's doing post grad study.

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳?

Don't call me out like this! It's 22.6 GB at the last cut... but- but 19GB of that is CC not mod mods... plus there's those couple of mods I'm waiting on updates for

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳?

I wanted a record of what I game that's more than (you have played the sims for _ hours). Also I love seeing what other people do in game. And I need to gain confidence talking to people I don't know so hoping to make some online friends (and if we met on Spoutible there's no escaping my acquaintance now)

I feel like this was doing the rounds when I was starting to dip into tumblr so I think a chunk of the people I follow have done it but I'll tag @azuhrasims and @julesbbsea17 since I know they won't roll their eyes and say "OMG stop tagging me"

If we're moots I'm tagging you without tagging you because that's as much as my anxious brain can do when I really need to go have a snack... But don't mistake me, this was a lot of fun to do!

#sims 4 #the sims #the sims 4 #simblr #about me #I need a snack now #Hard to think when I'm hungry #I did have lunch I swear #simblr ask game #Dag dag or tag tag

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innocent-cat · 17 days

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Hello darling! Is it okay to request a Vax x F!Reader x Percy (love triangle) one-shot? Where the reader is a human sorcereress from a noble family and somehow ends up with Vox Machina, only for Percy and Vax to develop feelings for her (or them, if you are more comfortable) a year later and become rivals and try to impress her.

I hope this isn't too weird! And it's fine if you don't want to do it! Have a wonderful day/night! Stay safe! 🤗💖

OH MY GOD YESSSSSSSSS i actually love this idea so much

Sorceress and noble????? OF COURSE SHE HAS TIESSS WITH THE DE ROLOSSS AND THATS WHY SHE JOINSNSMNNSNS

It's awesome you clarified gender! i only do non-b pronouns when someone doesn't specify the gender. Otherwise I am happy to write for male or female!

sorry im getting excited

Vax'ildan x Reader x Percival

Warnings - idk probably gonna lean towards my bbg percy, not so obvious love triangle, swearing, im literally gonna be using f/n and shit, I'm literally rewatching to remember how to write them as I write this so good luck reading my poor memory of characters, I will use she/her, FUCK I HAD TO USE [name] IM SO SORRY, timeskip because oh my god this is so long,

"Vox Machina's (least) favorite Sorcerer.", Vax x Reader x Percy

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[F/N] - Family Name

Lady Mystra - Goddess of magic/The weave

[Name] - I was too embarrassed to use y/n

Envonium - The name of the city you are a noble to (Sorry, couldn’t avoid it)

Twinned spell - A sorcery thing that allows a sorcerer to make one spell turn into two to attack two targets, never the same one twice in a row.

You come from a very rich cultured, religious, well mannered, prestigious and otherwise very dependent on magic kingdom. It only makes sense for such a huge part of the culture surrounding the beautiful city known as "The city of the weave", purely for its well known prestigious academies of magic, to have a generally magical culture. Many everyday tasks require magic, or it is commonly frowned upon to do some actions without it.

As a noble sorcerer yourself, your parents couldn't help themselves but give you the education you needed to become stronger as a magic wielder. They began your education at a young age, which proved a struggle for you to connect with companions and school partners who surrounded you. You were always disconnected from the reality of the lives of non-nobles. Other students seemed to feel the same way, and instead of adapting for you or explaining culture to you, they excluded you, making you an outcast in your own kingdom.

Lucky for you, your parents had many allies and peace treaties with those they were more powerful than or equal to, which happened to include the de Rolos. Once they learned of their children, one of which happened to be your age, Percy, they urged them to allow you, their only daughter, to meet Percival and his siblings.

Sadly, your exclusion in school made you awkward around him, and the two of you had trouble holding conversation for a very long time during your visit to Whitestone. It wasn't until your parents mentioned to Lady and Lord de Rolo the education they put you through so you could become a stronger sorcerer, that Percy warmed up to you and began to ramble about sorcery and wizardry, of which you knew much of both.

His curious personality led to conversations that lasted hours only asking the weave, which was tiring. When you began asking him questions back, he could not help himself but go on rants about science, history, and anything he remembered learning, which was a lot. The two of you had a rivaled education.

"That's... not really how the weave works. Where did you even hear that? That's absurd." You'd quip back at his stupid questions(At least, to you, they were stupid.), that you assumed were common knowledge.

"Well- in this book- it speaks of manipulating and changing the weave to cast spells." He was always defensive, quoting books directly and going as far as showing you the page.

With a sigh, "That book is decades old. You don't manipulate the weave, you pull it. Not even pull! It is a very delicate process." You knew it would be hard to explain, because you didn't quite understand it yourself yet.

Every summer, you would visit Whitestone until they suddenly stopped responding to letters, in which your parents cautiously chose to cut ties with the kingdom, without telling you. Whenever you'd ask about it, they'd hush you or change the topic. It confused you, but deep down, you knew they knew something about it.

Of course, this lets you down. You had begun to develop feelings for the boy who showed you kindness and bonded with you over something you were very prideful in. However, you eventually had to give up asking your parents questions about this, and continued your education in the weave.

Of course, your demanding parents practically begged you to practice your magic in real world experiences so you could be truly prepared. When you showed hesitation in doing such a thing, they only pushed harder- in fact, they packed your bags for you. They gave you a lot of gold for the road, a magic bag to hold everything needed, a change of clothes, food for a few days(Bread, cheese, water.), and a map. Not much, but they knew you were more than capable of making due.

Obviously, being a noble of the [F/N] family gave you a target on your back, but it wasn't much of a problem. It seems people underestimate you because you aren't armed with anything but a quarterstaff, but it takes no less than a chromatic orb or a fireball to kill them within seconds.

With background check over, you sit in a tavern.. :3

A group of loud, drunken, lowly mercenaries are shouting across the bar and asking for trouble with several strong looking city dwellers. You can tell they have no real experience in fighting other than bullying people for their money based on their muscles and lack of scars.

You try to ignore the banter, trying to get lost in a pint of beer as you sip on it, the woozy drunk feeling freeing you from an emotional state you get late into the night when left alone to think of your family, your people, and more importantly, all the books you had to leave behind to come here.

You're brought out of your thoughts as a table goes flying over your head, followed by a mug that hits your head, wetting you with the remaining alcoholic liquid left in the cup.

You quickly snap around, rubbing your now pounding head. You ready yourself to cast a spell strong enough to rival the sun against the dirty drunken party, but you realize it was one of the burly men who like to pretend to be tough who threw the table at you. You quickly change the direction of your twinned spell, making quick work of both of them as they fall stunned to the floor. The bar fight ensues as you knock the two of them out, an elf with dark and long hair defends you as another drunken man swings at you with a makeshift weapon. It seemed like it was a leg to a chair, but you couldn't tell in the blur of the quick paced fighting.

Once the quick turned fight ends, a female ranger announces to the barkeeper that 'Vox Machina' will pay back their tab in due time. You roll your eyes, and with a groan, you begrudgingly hand up a small bag of gold to cover their tab and look at the elven woman with an extremely annoyed face. She looks back, surprised you paid their tab, and even more so surprised you have the audacity to look at her with such a face.

A white haired, taller man looks at you with extreme shock. His face is familiar, but you know better than to stare, something he must have forgotten. Your face shifts into a less disgruntled face as the barkeeper speaks to you, thanking you for kindly paying the group's tab.

With the showy smile you were taught, you give him a soft and polite 'You're very welcome. Thank you for your hospitality.'

Your conversation with the barkeeper is cut short when the brunette, elven woman loudly asks you "And who the fuck are you?"

It sounded much more like actual curiosity than impoliteness, so you choose to not respond with the same tone, instead introducing yourself.

"[Name] [F/N]." (Guys im actually so sorry for having to do that, it feels taboo bc no one likes it) One side of you hoped they knew your family name for the sake of fear or authority, but the other hoped they didn't for the sake of having new beginnings.

Their gnome cleric seemed to be working your name out, familiarity reading on her face. You can tell it clicks when she looks up at you thinking of what to say, but she instead introduces herself and the rest of the party.

"Hi.. I'm Pike, this is Grog, the two similar looking elves are twins, Vex and Vax. The druid is Keyleth, and.. Scanlan is the guy pissing on the sign right now." As she speaks you can hear the encouraging smile on her face in her voice, her friendly introduction and personality persuading you to not judge or speak ill of Vox Machina.

You smile at all of them as she introduces them, except for Scanlan, your face rests in disgust watching the half nude gnome piss on a sign, then accidentally piss on a guard of the kingdom.

You turn expectantly to the one Pike seemingly forgot to introduce, the look of disgust still on your face. He seems startled you gave him the sour face, and you quickly fix it. You wave a beckoning motion at him to introduce himself.

"My name is Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III'' You finally realize who he is, and your face contorts to curiosity, but there's a small amount of disgust evident in it as well.

You have no clue what his family might have done to your’s for them to cut ties with his, but it couldn't have been good. Your mother always fought your father to keep as many allies as possible, and it was very rare for them to both agree on cutting ties.

Rolling your eyes at his long introduction, you cross your arms. The wisp of cold night wind swishes through your hair, as you feel it on your neck. You look up at him like scum under your foot, standing a distance of around 4 feet away from him.

"Do.. you guys know each other?" Pike asks you awkwardly, the rest of the party staring at the two of you awkwardly as well, noticing your repulsed face and Percy's face of surprise.

You scoff. "Know each other? No no.. we're only childhood best friends of neighboring kingdoms." Your voice seethes in sarcasm, your gaze not leaving Percy.

A new voice enters the awkward situation, the elven rogue, Vax, who protected you earlier.

"Yeah, you two really seem to be bonded to the core." His sarcasm matches your's, and you laugh softly, finally turning away from the silent Percy.

Walking towards him to converse, your face changes to a more smug than angry expression, your eyebrows still turned downward. The two of you banter for a moment before Scanlan awkwardly reveals a request for mercenaries.

"You guys wouldn't mind if I joined you, right? It's been a long while since I've been part of a party, and even longer since I’ve seen Percy." You ask Pike, who you assume is the leader of the party as she seems most responsible.

"It never hurts to have a few extra hands!" You can tell she's still dwelling on your interaction with Percy, as her tone is sensitive and her words practically dance around what just happened.

(Timeskip because theres literally a gap in writing in the show BECAUSE I DONT FUKCING KNOW WHAT TO DO HELP)

Waking up in the morning and climbing the stairs up to the ruler of Emon was a struggle, and you couldn't help but cast an ice spell to soothe the headache you currently had. Percy had tried to talk to you a few times, but you had shrugged him off at every opportunity. He opted to walk in the front of the group, conversing lightly with Vex and Keyleth.

It was nice talking to Vax so casually, as it wasn't an opportunity given to you often to speak informally. He gave you a few confused glances whenever you slipped up and started speaking formally, and you'd let out an awkward laugh and wave your hand in front of your face to try and get him to ignore it.

"So- what brings you to Emon?"

"My mother and father pushed me out of the kingg..domm.. I just want to practice my sorcery. I haven't really used it outside of learning it in practice." You trail off, when he gives you a weird look after mentioning your home.

"Oh. Really? That sounds.. wonderful. You seem a truly powerful sorcerer." He replies to you with an awkward smile on his face, trying to keep the conversation flowing with you as best as possible.

Once the party reaches the doors, Trinket, Vex's pet bear, stays on the outside of the doors with the guards. The party all make an awkward introduction, and you attempt to quip that you aren’t part of Vox Machina perse, but Scanlan quickly spoke over you in song, and went over you quite quickly, introducing you as “The sorcerer princess of the city of the weave!” And honestly? You had to admit it was better than anything you were expecting him to say about you, even if he had gotten some facts wrong.

A ‘punch in the gut’ feeling washed over you as you remember that you are a high status noble walking among a group of barfing, hungover mercenaries, and you look just as hungover as the rest of them. You quickly straighten yourself out and push around Vax with a soft ‘Sorry..’ and stand next to Percy, hoping to look better next to him, another noble. He seems surprised but ignores it, letting Scanlan bullshit you guys through the ‘meeting’ you had interrupted by walking in. Eventually, Emon’s ruler and a few advisers approve of your group saving the kingdom, in exchange for a very large box presumably full of gold coins.

You all quickly board the boat like aircraft, shuffling to stand near the railing, you find yourself standing next to Percy after not wanting to interrupt whatever was going on between Vex and Vax, opting to not seem rude or nosy. You of course, keep your space between you and him, and lean on the rail, debating on starting the conversation.

And you do.

“So.. what could the de Rolos have done to have angered the [F/N]s?” You ask, sarcastically, but genuinely curious.

Percy turns and looks at you with a face of bewilderment. “What did we do? What are you talking about?” Percy’s voice has anger lacing through it, and he wasn’t trying to hide it, but it’s not like he was trying to show it either.

“I mean, what did you guys do? Lord de Rolo stopped responding to my mother’s letters, and one day both mother and father refused to speak of Whitestone. It was like you guys did some horrible offense against lady Mystra, or, I don’t know, maybe betrayed one of our stronger alliances?” You dig deeper under his skin unknowingly, your face only showing confusion.

Percy’s stance changed, and he turned his body to face you. “My father stopped responding to your mother’s letters because he was murdered. They.. were all murdered. I ran from my kingdom, barely escaping my attackers, and I assumed you did your’s?”

Your mouth drops ever so slightly in shock, but you quickly close it. “I’m so sorry, Percy. I had no clue. I wish I could have convinced my parents to do something.. And no, I didn’t run from Evonium. My parents sent me away to become stronger.. I finally graduated from my academy.” Your eyes are glossy, as if hurt for Percy for what happened to his family. Your expression was soft, and pitiful. It almost completely contrasted the look you gave him at the bar, if it weren’t for that same pitiful look that knitted in your eyebrows as the wind blew against your face.

He turns away, unwilling to think about the look you had given him. He sighs. “It’s quite alright. I don’t blame you for assuming our families crossed one another. If I was in your position I would have done the same.”

You scoot closer to him, but leave room to breathe. You felt selfish for wanting to heal your relationship so fast, so you would let him choose when the wound was closed.

You felt eyes burning into the back of your head, but you tried ignoring it. Unaware it was Vax, you choose not to turn, and hope it was nothing. It seems he doesn’t want the wound to close at all, and he has a face that reads jealousy. He turns back to Vex, continuing their conversation and trying to shake off the feeling he had about you and Percy.

The ship shakes, and quickly levitates to the ground, a small wooden town ahead of you. The tents were torn, and burns were evident in the wood that kept the cloth up. It didn’t look like the work of a reckless wizard or sorcerer, and it seemed like it came haphazardly from above. You slowly walk down the aircraft beside Percy in silence. Scanlan makes some kind of sexual comment to the woman who brought us here, to which she ignores and promptly leaves without a word. You can’t help but roll your eyes at him.

You and Percy walk awkwardly behind everyone else, as Vax walks beside Keyleth, Pike next to Grog, and Vex next to Scanlan, which she was visibly upset about. However, she didn’t seem too upset as the two bantered sarcastically back and forth. The trail to the tents begins to go down hill, the path muddy and slippery. You try to hold onto Percy’s shoulder as you walk down, in which he drapes an arm around your waist in response to, trying to help support you, but it only brings you flashes of your childhood crush on him, and you fail to pay attention to the floor, despite having a staring contest with it.

You slip, falling backwards for only moments before Percy’s hand grips your hip, his arm already behind your back to support you, and pulls you back up. It was a pull with quick strength that was more of a reflex than an action, and it pulls you nearly face to face. You blush, and mutter a quick ‘Thanks, Percy.’, and he looks away with a quickly spoken, flustered, “Yeah! Yes. Of course.” as if he was trying to pull himself together. You pull away, but keep your hand on Percy’s shoulder until fully down the slope.

Vax turns around to look at the commotion, and he catches a glimpse of you blushing at Percy. He can’t help but scoff at it, and turns back around to talk to Keyleth, only really half talking to her, and her only really half talking to him.

#x reader #percy de rolo #vox machina #percival de rolo #percy de rolo x reader #the legend of vox machina #vax'ildan #vex and vax #vex'ahlia #pike trickfoot #scanlan #vax x reader #vax #vax'ildan x reader #critical role #female reader #love triangle #percyxreaderxvax love triangle #percyxreader love triangle

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nspwriteups · 9 months

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Sudden Sparks - 2

@willkatfanfromasia and I are back with the new chapter to our modern KunxVT series... happy reading 💖

This is getting more difficult by the minute, she huffed. Kriti was trying hard- very hard,mind you!- to look only into the laptop screen as Vaishakh was entertaining her niece with a game of scrabble.

Seems convenient enough, if not for two things

Her niece popping up with enthusiastic questions

Vaishakh looking at her from the corner of his eyes

"Mama! What about Pandemic? Will it fit? "

Kriti couldn't help but smirk, her niece was a chip off the old block.

"Ayo! I didn't know that word till i was 12…Besides it's 8, we need 9 letters!"

This was enough trigger for the vivacious Kriti jr.

"Athaiii, help me!!! Oh no wait"

"Pancake? No!"

"Premier? Pendant? Nooo"

Her niece had apparently inherited not just her intelligence but also her stubbornness in solving problems alone.

Vaishakh opened his mouth, eager to put the child out her misery but the sight of her aunt's narrowed eyes silenced him

"Let her be, she'll figure it out" the eyes signalled.

And what eyes they were!

"Got it! Pachyderm" the little girl yelled pulling him out of his reverie

She had a smile plastered on her face as she arranged the letters on board. " You never fail to amaze me! How'd you hear about it?" He asked the jubilant child

" Simple,uncle Arun supports a charity that cares for rescue elephants. So I remembered him saying that"

This kid was truly something else! Aditya and Nandini raved about how intimidating their daughter would be if she's anything like her aunt…I think I might find out soon, he mused.

The game demanded a 5 letter word starting with M.

"Marry" he decided subconsciously.. not expecting a barrage of questions.

"Marry? As in marriage? Like how uncle Arun says he'll marry aunt Vinita"

"Er.. yes"

"Like how those grandmas at the parties we attend keep asking athai when she'll marry"

Interesting tidbit,he grinned, as he saw a blush spread down Kriti sr's neck.

Kriti knew her niece's fondness for mischief rivalled her mother's. Her niece knew the word, even if she doesn't understand the concept.

"You know what the word means, sweetheart, that's enough" said the soft but firm voice. Kriti jr turned away from her playmate to shoot her aunt a cheeky smile.

Before she could open her mouth again, Kriti pointed at the side table "I have an old PlayStation kept there. Haven't used it in ages but feel free to dust it and explore"

Vaishakh, already boyish, turned even more youthful in that moment as he shared her niece's curiosity.

She'd pay to see that face everyday… wait, where did that come from?

They gleefully unwrapped the device, intermittently coughing as they dusted it off.

All the living room plug points were occupied, so they followed Kriti's instruction and headed to the guest room.

She felt a vague sense of doubt as she saw them go. "There's something wrong with the guest room…but what was the problem? Shit! Looking at numbers all day has addled my brain"

Just as she perused her memories to figure it out…

The house was engulfed in pitch darkness

"Oh…shi…shih-tzu" exclaimed the male voice

Charming even now, she snickered.

Kriti breathed through the initial shock and reached for her phone. She realised she left it to charge in her bedroom and smacked her head. Her niece's 'spooky' howling was only encouraged by the big kid next to her. The dual tones of wolf mimicry only cemented Kriti's migraine.

'This will have to do' she exhaled turned her laptop screen towards the room. She spotted a torch in a shelf beneath the TV. She walked carefully and picked it up.

The howls had died down and only faint yelps could be heard.

Curious,she switched it on, pointing it towards the guest room.

Lo and behold! She saw the two 'wolves' tamed by a bar of chocolate.

Turns out her co-babysitter is not just a pretty airhead.

The assurance of their safety only itched her need to tell them off

"Breathe kriti. It's not their fault remember" she thought as she breathed slowly.

The guest room circuit had tripped once before. She'd been putting off replacing it due to her never-ending schedule of business meetings and deadlines.

In fact, it was the latest 'deadline' that distracted her from warning her guests.

The 2 "wolves" looked sheepish, hoping she wouldn't tell them off for the short-circuit or eating chocolate on her bed. Kriti harrumphed " if you can't beat them, then join them" and bounced on the mattress- swiftly stealing a molten square from their hands.

"So..." Vaisakh said, licking his fingers off the chocolate "I think the power went out when we switched on the light. Maybe it must be a short circuit?"

"The wire had been faulty" Kriti sr replied, popping another chunk of chocolate into her mouth, "I've been meaning to get it fixed"

"You mean the great perfectionist Kriti forgot to do a task?" Vaisakh fixed her with a teasing look "You're clumsy"

That struck a nerve because Kriti was so proud of her organisational skills and getting things done on time. "I wasn't being clumsy, I was busy. There's a huge difference between the two - maybe you'd understand if you stop being so childish " She retorted and saw the smile vanish from Vaisakh's lips.

"You don't know me so don't just assume" He said in a serious tone

"Right back at you" Kriti strike back, neither noticing Kriti jr glancing between them with a frown.

She let out a small whimper and both adults looked in her direction.. Kriti felt bad on seeing her niece so upset.

"Okay, this useless banter is not helping our situation" She said, looking back at Vaisakh "And how can we conclude this was just the short circuit? It could also be a general power cut "

Vaishakh nodded "Let's go ask next door". They washed their hands and knocked on the opposite door.

Mrs.Venkatesh opened the door with her usual friendly smile and regarded the visitors with curiosity "Yes, Kriti dear. Is there any problem?"

"I'm so sorry to disturb you but our lights just went out and I was wondering if it was a power cut"

Mrs. Venkatesh glanced back at her brilliantly lit living room "Well, I don't think so. Must be a short circuit". Kriti hummed, trying not to look at Vaisakh and give him the satisfaction of proving her wrong.

"Would you like to come in?" Mrs. Venkatesh stole a glance at Vaisakh "And don't forget to introduce your boyfriend to me" she half whispered to Kriti who turned red at the implication. "No we're fine and " She pointed towards the boy next to her "and he's not my boyfriend "

"That's what they always say" Mrs. Venkatesh commented before waving them goodbye and closing the door.

Kriti glared at a smirking Vaisakh "Stop laughing. It wasn't that funny"

"It was a little funny" He said, now smirk turning into a grin

"Whatever, grab jr. Let's get inside. I'll call maintenance " She ordered and noted his puzzled expression "I thought she was with you" He said slowly

"No, I thought she was with you"

They looked around at the empty corridor and their opened door. Kriti felt like she was going to be sick.

Her niece was missing!

To be continued...

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The Smiling Critters If They Had School (2/10)

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Yandere Mode/In Love💖

CW: Fake Blood

Remindings Of: Amai & Ayano (From Yandere Simulator)

Info Abt Sch!Picky Piggy

- She Can Be Jealous/Aggressive If Anyone Is With Kickin Chicken

- She Secretly Eliminates Her Rivals

- Hangs Out With Bobby Or With Kickin Chicken

- Takes Pictures Of Kickin Without Him Looking

“Howdy! Wanna Help Me Make Some Cupcakes?”

“Of Course, Kyle! Let Me Grab My Basket, You Know, For Our Picnic”

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Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x reader)

Words: 3289 (chapter 19)

Summary:

You and Matt met in the courtroom. Now, you may think that Matt was a knight in shining armour and defended you in the name of all United States laws, but that was not the case. Matt was totally destroying your client, and you wanted to tear him into pieces right then and right there, because with Murdock as your rival, your head is on the firm's plate with each case. Did Matt care? No, he only cared about bringing justice, he was a human-machine, driven by the need to bring righteousness no matter the cost. Or was he just that? What happens when you get involved in Fisk's business and Daredevil's lies against your will?

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19. Things are about to change

A loud ringing beside your head forces you to open your heavy eyelids. Your arm hurt like hell, the headache was already forming in your head and that damned phone kept ringing like a demon sent from hell to torture you. Half asleep, you manage to answer it.

"Hello?" you rasp out, surprised by your own voice.

"When the hell were you going to tell me that you were attacked?" Hogarth's voice booms loudly in your ear, making you roll your eyes for a moment.

"I'm alive, Jeri, don't worry."

"We're gonna be in big trouble, you know. You should've called me right after everything. Or called the police, at least. Why did I have to go to the office to see everything wrecked? You have any idea how bad this is for business?" Hogarth kept talking, but you started to not pay attention to her blabbing. She didn't really care, she didn't call you to know how you feel. No.

"We're not in trouble as long as I don't press charges."

"How can you press charges on a man wearing all black and acting like he's a goddamn ninja?" Hogarth asks as if you just said the stupidest thing ever.

So, Benowitz confessed nothing. That bastard didn't wanna risk his career, obviously.

"Listen, it doesn't matter, I quit anyway."

There is a pause. Then Hogarth sighs and asks, "why?"

"Personal reasons. I will come some time to fill the documents and take my things." You say, but Hogarth remains silent. "Jeri, it's been a pleasure to work with you and Linda, truly."

"Y/n, get well." She simply says and hangs up. From a person like Hogarth, that was the most wholehearted conversation.

You drop your phone on the bed, missing Wesley's message and lift yourself up, the burning sensation in your arm intensifies. "Maybe I should see the doctor." You say to yourself and gently tap the tight bandage and notice first aid kit lying next to the doors, indicating that the Devil guy used your tools to patch you up.

A knock on your door pulls you out of your thoughts. Hurrying, you open them a little and notice a familiar white walking stick and quickly close them, then taking a deep breath, you open them again after a moment.

"Murdock, what a surprise. What brought you here?" You lean on the threshold, still holding the door with your hurt arm, pretending that this sight of Matt wearing a dark button up shirt and a brown coat in front of you didn't make your heart beat a little faster.

"I heard what happened last night." He looks guiltily at the floor for a second, but you doubt what you're seeing, because he always had an odd way of presenting himself. Were all blind people like that? You never really met anyone else except Matt.

"Well, come in, don't want neighbors to hear everything. There's enough gossip already." You say and push the doors open widely, waiting for him to come inside.

Instead of coming in, he pulls a hand that he's been holding behind his back, and you see a bouquet of wildflowers, tied with a blue ribbon. "The owner of the shop told me these were freshly picked." Matt gives you the bouquet, and you feel blush creeping on your cheeks. No one has ever given you wildflowers... Since you broke up with Robert. No one else knew that you still loved them.

"Uh... Thank you... Matt." You clear your throat and close the door behind him. The tapping of his walking stick fills the empty space of your flat, and somehow you find it comforting.

"Where, uh..." He begins, acting awkward all of a sudden, although, he was already feeling like a fish in water, last night gave Matt a chance to explore your space.

"Oh, right, the couch." You guide him to the couch, biting your cheek when the hurt arm gets too much pressure. "Care for a cup of coffee?"

"Yes, please. If it's no bother, of course." He gives you one of the charming smiles and sits down.

"News fly fast, especially when someone gets injured like that. How do you feel?" Matt furrows his eyebrows and slightly tilts his head.

"No, don't worry." You leave the living room and disappear in the kitchen. Matt doesn't dare to say anything, and patiently waits for you to return, secretly getting more acquainted with your flat as yesterday he was in a hurry to take care of you, instead of getting familiar with the place.

"So. Who told you?" You return to the living room with a vase and put the flowers on the table.

"Amazing." You lie, your left hand unconsciously slides on the bandage, pain increasing.

"I don't think anyone feels amazing after they've been shot." Matt says in a disapproving tone.

"Grazed. Not shot. If that dumbass shot me, I would've bled to death until now. Who's your source of information? Foggy? Tell him to check his facts." You say almost angry and Matt feels guilty of what he has caused. If Nelson and Murdock already knew, it was just a question of when Wesley was going to call you, especially since you haven't replied to his message.

"Who's that dumbass?" He asks cautiously.

You hesitate to answer. You could blame the man in the mask, of course he scared the shit out of you, then interfered with your business... And got you out of possible murder of Benowitz... And got you home. All bandaged and stuff... "Didn't see his face." You simply say, hoping that he drops the subject. "I'm sure you're here not to ask me how I feel, yeah?"

"I don't really talk business with someone who's been hurt, especially someone close to me." Matt answers, sensing your previous hesitation. Before you could open your mouth or understand that he just put you in his close people list, the coffee maker starts beeping.

"I'll be right back." You say and disappear in the kitchen again, returning with two steaming cups, trying to gather words for him. Any words.

"How is your arm?" He asks, and you notice that he's sitting closer to you than before.

"It's okay. I think I'll go see a doctor or something. I... Don't trust my own skills."

"You bandaged yourself?"

"Why, yes, of course." You lie through your teeth, Matt Murdock is the last person who should know about the mysterious man in the mask who carried you home. "My father was a cop after all."

"Can I take a look?"

"A look?" You smile but take off your sweater anyway, sitting only in your t-shirt.

"You know what I mean." Matt sighs and stretches his hand out.

You turn, so he could touch your arm better. He lays his fingers on your skin, so softly, so gently. You involuntarily take a deep breath.

"Hm." He hums, tapping and squeezing a little, you almost hiss when he touches the wound. "Seems good, you did a good job on the bandages." He says, not hurrying to take off his hand.

"Since when you're an expert of that field, Murdock?" You huff a laugh, feeling coldness on your skin when he pulls his hand away, letting his fingers slide down to your bent elbow.

"My dad... Uh."

"Battling Jack Murdock, right?" You interfere, without letting him finish.

"Yes. I used to patch him up after the fights."

"Did you have your sight back then?" You ask as discreetly as possible.

"No. But I learned to adapt pretty quickly." Matt uncomfortably puts his hands in his lap.

"I've heard about your father a little. Although I was too young to understand things like boxing matches. I'm sorry." You suddenly feel terrible about bringing the sensitive topic.

"It's okay. So yeah, you did a pretty good job on the arm. But I think you should see a doctor in case of infection. Did you disinfect it?" Matt suddenly asks, catching you right in your web of lies again.

"Yeah, yeah, obviously." You laugh it off, noticing Matt's subtle smirk. "You really think so little of me, Murdock?"

"Wouldn't dare." He nods mysteriously, taking a sip of coffee. You mimic his action and feel relief when the hot drink reaches your throat. It felt like a century since you drank something. Or had a decent meal. Only Benowitz and his case is to blame.

A moment of silence is broken by you, "I quit."

Matt knits his eyebrows yet again and carefully puts his cup on the table. "What?"

"I quit, I'm leaving the firm." It felt good to say it out loud, fully convince yourself about the benefits of your decision, which mostly were not seeing Benowitz again. Or Todd.

"And you're going...where?" Matt finally voices out the question that's been on his mind for the last 24 hours.

"Canada. Probably. Although, I should start looking for a house if I want this plan of mine to work."

"Uh- where? Why... So far?" Matt asks carefully, hoping to not show how much he actually cares, but the stuttering gives him away.

"I just think that I need a change in my life. A big one." You close your eyes for a moment and fail to notice Matt's fallen face. Wheels turn in his head and an argument starts forming.

"You could work with us. That's a pretty big change." He tries to say in a joking form.

"And get fat from all those sweets that you get?"

"I wouldn't know even if you did." He smirks, and you feel a wave of blood rushing through your whole body. Matt hears the change in your heartbeat - that's what you're insecure about? But when did he care about how you looked like? Or anyone else? He didn't. First, he couldn't see, second - even if he did, church told to love everyone the way they were, except if they were criminals.

"Are you always like that, Murdock?" You ask, taking a big gulp of coffee.

"Like what?" He mirrors your action.

"Such a playboy, ladies man, you know? With that charming smirk always plastered on your face, always there to offer a helping hand. A real saint you are."

"Oh, I'm far from being saint, trust me."

"I would doubt about that."

Neither of you say anything else. The whole conversation feels awkward to you now, especially after you called him a ladies man. Matt, however, took that as a compliment.

"So." You say after putting your empty cup on the table and turning towards Matt.

"So?" He parrots.

"Nice flowers. Thank you again."

"No worries." He drops his hand on his thigh and rubs it a couple of times. Your eyes follow his movement and something turns inside your stomach, as if your heart left its place to run a couple of laps.

"Why did you bring them anyway? It's not like my lying in my deathbed." You feel like you can't drop the subject so easily, not after he mysteriously shows up on your doorstep the moment he learns about your accident.

"Y/n, what really happened yesterday in the office?" He avoids the flowers subject, feeling like there's not enough time to create a good lie.

"I... Uh... I was packing my stuff. Then Benowitz called and asked me to come to his office. I did. Then we got into a little argument. And... Some guy came in... He sort of attacked us." You croak, feeling a huge lump in your throat.

"Sort of?" He leans on the couch, fully turning toward you.

"Well, not sort of," you laugh a little, "he told Benowitz to drop the case, then pushed me, attacked Benowitz and then he... Pulled the trigger." You say closing your eyes tightly, trying to remember this version of your lie. Now you'll have to tell this to everyone.

"So that guy hurt you?"

"Yes."

"How-how did he look?" He asks cautiously again, trying to understand why you were lying.

"Like a man who doesn't want to be seen, known. Or heard. I think he's a ninja or something. The man in the mask." You open your eyes and look at him, sitting there crouched, a deep curve on his forehead indicates that he's lost in thought.

"What would you do if you saw him again?"

"What kind of question is that? Run, of course. You don't want to mess with guys like him. Lord knows, he may be a fucking assassin. Maybe we were supposed to die yesterday. Or maybe we'll die today. Especially when today's the case. Good luck on exposing Melissa." You lean forward and tap his forearm twice.

"They called today. The court's next week. Benowitz crapped his pants and said that he's in no condition to participate." Matt says, suddenly remembering what he came to tell you. Sort of.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"How do you imagine me working for you at all?" You suddenly ask.

"It would be a little tight with space, but I think we could manage it. Taking more cases. Earning real money." Matt says in a soft tone, almost daydreaming about this possibility. You happened to be one of the few lawyers left with good morals, and he wanted to have you by your side at any cost.

"My old office is half the size of yours."

"We'll have to share for the time being."

"I don't like distractions when I'm working." You smile.

"That is a problem that I'll be dedicated to solve." Matt is itching to get closer to you, to express his apology through the touch but something stops him from scaring you away again.

You take your phone from the table and notice unread message, quickly typing, 'everything's alright, just a little busy. what about you?'.

"Alright, I won't be disturbing you any more, get some rest, and... We'll be waiting for you in the office. Hopefully." Matt stands up, hesitating slightly.

"We'll see about that, Matt." You answer mysteriously, yet Matt knows that you'll come. What other choice did you have?

***

"You've been wHAT?" Pug yells and you pull your phone away from your ear for a moment.

"It's not a mortal wound, no need to shout, or I might need to visit doctor for the loss of hearing." You say and get comfortable on the couch, pulling up your long socks higher. If your mother saw you dressed in sweater and shorts, she would probably faint.

"Did you go to see the doctor?"

"No..." you drawl, closing your eyes for a moment when you hear a sharp inhale on the other side of the phone.

"If you were here with me, I would already be kicking your ass, shorty."

"Hey! You know what I told you about that nickname, caesar. "

"You know, I'm actually grateful about that, he was the ruler of Roman Empire after all, and you're just... shorter than me." Pug says in a mocking tone, but then returns to his serious self. As serious as he could get. "Are you feeling okay now? And don't lie."

"As for the arm, yes. It's pretty neatly bandaged."

"And if we're not talking about your arm?" Even miles away, Pug saw right through you.

"Honestly, I'm feeling some sort of relief. Everyone was getting on my nerves in that place." You sigh.

"So, where you off to now? LA? Finally visiting me?" Pug says with hope evident in his voice.

"No, I think I'll go to Nelson and Murdock. LA has always been your dream."

"Nelson and Murdock? As in the same Murdock who got you into that big talk with Hogarth?" Pug asks shocked.

"Yeah, the same. He brought me flowers this morning." You blush slightly.

"Oh, exciting! Are you guys a thing now?" Pug teases, smiling like he just won a lottery.

"God, no, don't be riddiculous." You try to laugh it off, unsuccessfully.

"You like him, you really do."

"Pug, please."

"Come on, it was time, you're not getting any younger."

"Gee thanks, we're the same age." You blow a raspberry and take your phone into the other hand.

"So, you didn't tell me who saved you." Pug sips his lukewarm coffee, which he forgot he made after you called. Who could blame him when the news were so... interesting.

"The Devil of Hell's Kitchen." You say dramatically, waving your good arm in the air.

"This guy calls himself like that? Really?"

"I didn't ask what he likes to be called. People talk. Besides, I think he's a creep." You rub your eyes and hear a low chuckle from Pug.

"You should ask, maybe he saved you on purpose, you're gonna be his princess, or Lady Devil." Pug stands up in his living room, feeling the inspiration flood his body.

"You seriously need to get laid." You deadpan, sitting up as well. "He's a fucking creep, and God knows what other crimes he's commiting, vigilantism is illegal. He's a goddamn criminal already. And I have a feeling that it's not the first time that I get under his radar."

"And you need to get laid too. Preferably with someone who's not hiding under a mask, but in the worst case, he'll be suitable." Pug fires back with a smug smile on his face.

"I seriously don't know how we became friends."

"Best friends, shorty, don't forget I saved your ass when boring-Robby tried to get you back." Pug announces this as if it was a record-book-worthy achievement.

"Yeah, yeah, it was a genius idea to pretend we're a couple. Your hand was sweating, which reminds me -have you checked that with a doctor yet?" You mock his previous words, teasing him with the most awkward college experience.

"Yeah, right back at you, Lady Devil." Pug laughs awkwardly.

"Shut up." You laugh wholeheartedly, possibly for the first time in weeks. "Oh, speaking of the devils, my dad told me that he gave Robert my contacts."

"When did that happen?" Pug sits straight, rather surprised by the turn of events.

"I don't know, like a week ago. Or two. I'm dreading the moment he decides to visit."

"And you're telling me just now? I can't even express my disappointment, y/n."

"I know, Pug, I was busy. Besides, he's running for Sheriff's office or something like that."

"That guy? The same guy who looked like he was the biggest physics lover in the whole world?" Pug's voice goes an octave higher.

"How many Roberts do you know? Of course him. I'm honestly not surprised, my dad was his idol after all."

"Do I need to come to Hell's Kitchen to pretend to be your boyfriend again?" Pug starts his usual blabbing, "you know, we could say that we're engaged now."

"Jesus, Pug, pull yourself together. I... might have a backup plan myself. But I seriously doubt that he'll try to get back with me again." You lie back down, crossing your legs on the coffee table.

"Is your backup plan called Murdock by any chance?" Pug teases again.

"No, I might have another one."

"Now, seriously, how dare you not tell me everything the instant stuff happens? Are you having an affair with someone AND Murdock? Is it that devil guy?"

"No, leave Murdock out of this, we just kissed once, there's another guy, and I think I owe him a second date." You feel like you can't stop the words coming from your mouth, and before you realize that you've told Pug the thing you wanted to take to your grave with you, a gasp on the other side of the phone reaches your ears.

"You've kissed and he brought you flowers?! Please tell me you got laid with him."

"Why would I do that?" You ask in disbelief, already regretting this phone call.

"How did he kiss you? Was it simple or was he like a starving man? Or did you kiss him first? Y/n was it only a peck? You-"

You quickly end the phone call, feeling overwhelmed by the avalanche of questions and grab the pack of cigarettes from your table. Your landlady would probably beat you up if she saw you smoking inside, but now, you couldn't care less. Your phone lights up after a minute with Pug's message, 'that was the ultimate dick move, I'll get that information from you, one way or another.'

Letting out a chuckle, you blow out a smoke, turning on the TV to watch the news.

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