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bratzforchris · 2 months

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Moonlight, M. Sturniolo

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Summary: Matt's favorite way to unwind after a long week of work is to smoke and enjoy the benefits that come with having you as his girlfriend. Songfic; loosely based off of "Moonlight" by Kali Uchis

Pairing: Matt x feminine reader

Warnings: Smut, drug use (marijuana) and sex under the influence, p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering, masturbating (m), cowgirl, marking, dirty talk, pet names (baby girl, doll), really long

Word Count: 3k

A/N: This is not a want...it's a need. Anyway, enjoy some smut to start your Monday the right way ;)

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Friday nights were Matt’s favorite night of the week. After a long week of work and the Friday video going up, he could finally enjoy true, quality time with you. You two would make dinner together, talking about each other’s week and sharing both your high points and low points. That was nice, sure, but he enjoyed what came after far more. You would sit out on the back deck together, passing a joint back and forth and gazing up at the stars. Sometimes these nights were quiet and would end with you both tucked up into bed, passed out before midnight. Other nights, the weed would loosen your tongues, leading to playful banter and clothes strewn across the living room.

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“Hey sweetie,” You smiled as Matt stepped into the kitchen, holding a brown paper bag. “How was your day?”

“It was fine,” Matt shrugged, coming around the island to wrap his arms around you as you stirred the pot on the stove. “Nick and Chris were good. We got the video up smoothly so…successful Friday, I guess.”

You turned towards your boyfriend’s chest, spoon still in hand. “That wouldn’t happen to be my favorite salsa, would it?” You asked, gesturing towards the paper bag in his hand.

“Oh, I dunno,” Matt kissed your forehead playfully. “What do I get out of it if it is?”

“A kiss? Best boyfriend of the week award?”

“I’m the only boyfriend of the week,” he grumbled, a smile dotting his face. “But yes, it is your favorite salsa.”

You squealed as Matt set the bag down, immediately tearing into it. Your favorite salsa was locally made, only sold in the small bodega near the triplet’s old house on the outskirts of LA. Ever since you and Matt had gotten your own place in favor of furthering your relationship, the salsa had become more of a rarity, making you cherish Matt even more every time he went out of his way to get it.

“The tacos are done!” You exclaimed proudly as you began to set out the spread.

“I’m more interested in this spread,” Matt snorted, landing a smack to your ass. “Are those new leggings?” he had gravitated towards your kitchen table, sitting down in one of the chairs with that cursed manspread that would’ve looked humiliating had it been on anyone else.

You looked down at the black leggings you had put on earlier in the day for this sole purpose. You’d just gotten them in the mail yesterday, and you knew they would drive Matt absolutely wild. He had a slight obsession with you in black. Nevertheless, you decided to have a bit of fun with him, smiling with a blush.

“Later, Bernard. We’re about to eat.” You knew Matt hated his middle name, and you could only dream of the ways he would get back at you later for it.

Sure enough, Matt groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I hate my middle name. It’s so stupid.”

“I disagree,” You giggled, fixing Matt’s plate. “I think MaryLou picked a lovely name.” You smiled, setting his plate in front of him and planting a kiss on his plump lips.

You quickly fixed your own plate, setting down in the spot across from Matt. Taco Friday was a weekly tradition in your small household, as was sharing the week’s highs and lows. You listened as Matt talked about a recent milestone he had hit on his personal YouTube channel, but your eyes were more fixated on his lips. It’s not that you didn’t care about what he had to say; rather, you were just so overwhelmed by how purely handsome your boy was.

“What was your favorite thing this week?” Matt asked you kindly after a while.

“Oh um,” You blushed, pushing your empty plate away and standing. “Does this count?” You hummed seductively, straddling yourself across Matt’s lap and tangling your hands in the hair at the nape of his neck as you kissed him.

Your boyfriend moaned into the kiss, grunting and shifting as your leggings brushed over his sensitive cock. “What happened to later?” he teased, a small smirk tugging at the edges of his mouth.

“You’re just hot,” You giggled. “That’s all.”

You usually weren’t as bold as you had been just now, normally opting to let Matt take the lead on affection and sexual encounters. Something was different about tonight, though. You couldn’t keep your eyes off him as you two cleaned off the table, or when you stood side by side at the sink, tag teaming the dishes.

The air thrummed with the sparks that were flying between you as you changed into one of Matt’s big t-shirts and comfortable shorts and him into a white shirt and plaid pajama pants. Even though it was early, you always liked being in comfortable clothes to smoke; it made the experience more enjoyable.

You didn’t miss the way Matt’s eyes rinsed over your body in his clothes. Even after over two years together, it still made his head spin that you were all his. Every inch of your body belonged to him, and him to you. He loves your body, how smart you were, your adorable face, and the way you lit up from the inside with joy whenever you were happy. Like right now, as you grabbed your rainbow striped pouch from your nightstand and grabbed his hand, tugging him out onto the back deck.

“This is probably my favorite time of the week,” You announced, smiling as you plopped down in one of the deck chairs. “I love the view.” You hummed quietly, gazing up at the darkening sky as the stars began to peek out.

“I love this view more.” Matt cooed, tapping your nose.

“You’re so corny.” You giggled, but blushed nonetheless.

You opened your pouch, pulling out a blunt and lighter while Matt turned on the speaker, playing Mac Miller’s Swimming album. The lighter in your hands was a special one; it had become a custom gift your boyfriend had given you for your most recent birthday, with a picture of you both on the vinyl wrap. It had been a gag gift at first, but Matt smiled every time you two used it, simply because it reminded him of all the times you two had shared.

“You want first hit?” You asked him.

“Nope,” Matt told you. “Ladies first.”

“Such a gentleman.” You laughed, hanging the joint between your lips as you lit up.

You inhaled for a moment, letting the sweet smoke fill your lungs, before exhaling and passing it to Matt. Even though there were only two of you, you had to say that this was your dream rotation if you could call it that. Matt was perfect in so many ways. He was in tune with all your moods and now was no exception. He had his eyes trained on you as he took a long drag, before turning his head and blowing a cloud of smoke towards the night sky.

“I’m so fucking lucky.” he hummed, staring up at the moon as you took another hit.

“Me too.” You smiled, scooting your chair closer to him as the joint dangled between your lips.

“Like…I live this fucking amazing life. I get to have fun with my brothers for a living and then I get to come home to my own house at twenty years old. I have my own house and a beautiful girlfriend,” Matt paused to look at you, suddenly shy. “And you support me more than anyone else ever has and I just…I’m really lucky and I love you.” he whispered, the weed already loosening his tongue, despite only having one hit.

“I love you, Matty.” You whispered, pecking his cheek and passing the blunt back to him for another hit.

Normally, Matt would protest anyone calling him Matty, but he loved you, and when you said it, it made his heart swell. He smiled, taking another long hit and blowing the smoke towards the stars. “I think I love you more.”

You smiled, curling into his side. You and Matt sat in silence for a while, passing the weed back and forth and enjoying the night sky and the music until Matt suddenly turned his head, looking at you.

“You’re really fucking beautiful.” he smiled, voice and body overall more relaxed than they had been an hour ago.

No matter how long you and Matt had been together, his words about how gorgeous or perfect you were never failed to make your cheeks heat up and the butterflies in your tummy take flight. You carefully put the lit joint out on a small ashtray that was laying on the outdoor table and then crawled out of your chair and into Matt’s lap, laying your head against his strong chest.

“And I think you’re really handsome,” You hummed. “And sexy. Definitely sexy.” You giggled, still high from all that you had smoked.

Your boyfriend held you on his lap by your hips, whispering sweet nothings to you as he kissed your lips softly, then moved along to your jaw. Each kiss was slightly more intense than the last as the moonlight shone down on you two, until Matt finally hit the sweet spot behind your ear, where he suckled softly, the scent of weed hot on his breath. Moaning involuntarily, you ground your hips against his lap, the ache that was blossoming in your growing as you felt his boner.

“Do I turn you on? Making you need to get off on my leg, baby? Or is that weed talking?” Matt asked you, sneaking a hand inside your shorts.

Just as he had suspected, you weren’t wearing any panties under the soft cotton, which allowed him to easily slide a finger between your folds. You whimpered as Matt left a trail of hickeys down your neck, rubbing soft, slow circles on your already-dripping clit. In between each new mark he added onto you, your lover would speak of all the things he loved about you and your body. Some of them were unintelligible in his smokey haze, others were little quirks you didn’t even know he had noticed.

“Matt,” You whimpered, holding yourself steady against his shoulders as he fingered you. “Don’t be a teas…” Your words were cut off when he hit a particularly sensitive area, causing you to hiss with arousal.

“I think we need to take this inside.” Matt chuckled, easily picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist.

He knew that he wouldn’t be able to control himself much longer. As much as Matt had grown in his letting go of anxiety over what other people thought, he really didn’t want your neighbors to watch you get fucked. That was for his eyes only. His cock was already threatening to burst with the need to just fuck you and feel every inch of your skin, of all of you, against him.

Once he had successfully made it inside, still carrying you, of course, Matt began to kiss you with fervent need, not being able to hold back any longer. He didn’t break the kiss as he carried you into the bedroom, sitting down with you against him.

“Oh doll,” he moaned, marking his love for you on your collar bone. “I can’t wait to eat that sweet little cunt until you’re absolutely dripping. Show you what happens when I get high, yeah? How much I think about you and your pretty pussy.”

You whined, gripping Matt’s hair in your hands as he pulled your (his) shirt over your head, admiring your bare breasts. He loved your tits, he really did, but that wasn’t what he was here for. Your boyfriend nipped at your boobs gently, making sure to leave enough of a mark for tomorrow. The soft flesh was turning pink with his hickeys as he sucked his way down your chest and tummy, laying you back against the bed.

You were already arching and wriggling against the sheets before Matt had even gotten your shorts off. The sheer tone and implications of his teasing were making you wildly horny, eager to feel his tongue and fingers inside of you. Matt smirked when he finally, finally pulled the fabric off, eyeing the feast before him. You were already dripping, your thighs slick with arousal.

He took his time to continue circling your clit slowly, teasingly, enjoying the way you whimpered and grunted. Once he began to pump a finger inside of you, it was downhill from there. You were grabbing onto anything you could; his hair, his biceps, his shirt, eager to just have him touch you more. Matt smirked at your eagerness as he thrust another finger inside of you, causing you to wiggle and whine.

“Think you can handle my mouth, baby?” he asked you. “You know how much I love dessert when I’m high and this? This is the perfect dessert.”

Without another word he thrust his head between your thighs, eating you out at such a rapid, dizzying pace that your cunt was already clenching within the minute. Matt didn’t stop at just his mouth, though. His tongue was gliding over your clit while he pumped his fingers in and out of you, creating a sinfully filthy symphony of your little moans whimpers combined with him enjoying all that your pussy had to offer.

“Matt…” You whimpered, panting with the need to climax. “Gonna cum.” you groaned, back arching.

“Go ahead, baby,” he cooed in such an obscene way, it just turned you on more. “Cum all over my fingers and tongue.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You immediately let go as your orgasm took you over, legs shaking and near-screams leaving your mouth. It was one of the strongest climaxes you had had in a while, leaving you greatly exhausted as white-hot heat released from your core. You fell back against the pillows, panting, as Matt lifted his head from between your legs. Your cum was dripping down his chin and his hair was a mess, but he didn’t seem to mind. He just licked his lips, a coy, wolf-like smile on his face.

“You think we’re only going one round, baby girl?” he chuckled. “I haven’t even gotten you to cum on my dick.”

Despite the roughness of your words, Matt placed a kiss on your forehead and lips, before pulling his own shirt and pants off. Not speaking again, your boyfriend began to jerk himself like there’s no tomorrow, head thrown back and eyes closed as his wavy curls fall across his sweaty face. You could tell by the look on his face that sinful fantasies of you were playing through his head, and that excited you as well, giving you more vigor for another round.

Matt reached over to his nightstand, still palming his dick, and grabbed a condom. You heard the unmistakable sound of foil ripping, before your boyfriend rolled the rubber onto his cock. However, he didn’t immediately slam into you. Instead, he laid down beside you, looking up at you with lustful eyes.

“Get on top. I wanna see that sexy face when I cum.” he groaned, his boner absolutely aching.

Slightly nervous, but also excited, you climbed atop Matt’s legs and lined yourself up with him. You weren’t very versed in riding him, but when you did, it was always an experience. Matt nodded at you kindly when you began to pick up speed, whining with his eyes screwed shut as your hips bucked against his own.

“Is this okay?” You asked seductively, but a hint of nervousness laced your voice. You were still rather high, and you didn’t want to do anything to make the wonderful night you two were having thus far miserable. “I don’t wanna ruin it…”

“No baby…” Matt hissed, throwing his head back. “This is perfect–oh god, right there, Y/N. Good girl.”

With his encouragement, you rode Matt faster, knowing he was close to his own orgasm by the look in his blue eyes. You were already sensitive from your first orgasm, and you always came quicker the second time.

“Oh god,” You moaned. “Matt, I’m gonna…” You didn’t get a chance to speak again before you were clenching around his dick, your release taking over your body.

The sound of you climaxing just revved up Matt’s hormones and he immediately came right after you, completely filling the condom. It was quiet for a bit, save for the sounds of you both coming down from your literal and sexual high, as you slid off of his cock, laying down beside him with a great sigh. Your boyfriend removed the used condom, tying it off and throwing it into the trash beside the bed, before scooping you into a spooning position.

“That was great,” he yawned, naked body pressed against your own. “Can I say something?” he asked you shyly.

“Always.”

“I feel less insecure when we have high sex…” Matt admitted shyly, voice trailing off at the end.

“Honey,” You said firmly, but not unkindly as your head cleared. “I understand, but you know I love you regardless, right? You’re the best romantic and sexual partner I’ve ever had.” You smiled kindly, yawning as well.

“Really?” Your boyfriend asked, a hint of hope in his voice.

“Really,” You nodded. “I love you, Matt. You’re my sun, my moon, and all of my stars, babe.”

Matt blushed under the weight of your words, pulling you closer to him. “That makes me feel better, actually. Thank you.”

“Don’t worry, hun. We’ll never lose our Friday night routine.” You placed a kiss on Matt’s cheek and the snuggled into his hold, ready to enjoy the rest of your favorite night of the week.

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luxaofhesperides · 6 months

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Childhood friends to lovers ; requested by @starlightcat04!

Duke’s grandmother lived in Illinois when he was a kid, years before he and his parents were captured by the Joker and the news of it sent her to a hospital that she didn’t leave until Death arrived for her. But before all that, before his life upended and tore itself to shreds in front of him, Duke used to visit her in the summers.

His parents didn’t want to leave Gotham, but they also didn’t want him to grow up there amid all the crime and rogue attacks. The solution was to drive down to his grandmother’s house, suitcase in the trunk, and stay with him there for a few days before they returned to make sure no one broke into their house.

She lived in the outskirts of Amity Park, a town smaller than Gotham and much, much quieter. The change in scenery always blew his mind, and he spent most of his childhood summers running around the woods, accidentally scaring hikers.

There were other kids in Amity, further in towards the suburbs, but he never got along with most of them, too strange, only here for a month or so, and carrying an awareness and sense of danger that all Gothamites had.

He didn’t really have friends in Amity Park, except for one: Danny Fenton, local outcast due to his scientist parents'… everything. His only friend, a boy named Tucker, would always be gone in the summers as well, visiting family in Chicago and Pennsylvania.

They gravitated towards each other, as lonely kids tend to do.

Danny helped make those summers fun, full of laughter and skinned knees and smuggled tech from the Fenton household to mess around with. They shared stories of their lives, comparing Amity Park to Gotham, arguing over superheroes and getting distracted each time by how cool heroes were.

The last summer he ever went to Amity Park, Danny had gotten his first cell phone and eagerly gave Duke his number. Any time they weren’t together, they were texting until they fell asleep, phone still in hand.

The time they spent together was always limited, but Duke could swear that no one in the world knew him as well as Danny did.

He still misses him.

They still text and call when they can, but it’s gotten hard over the past few years. Duke was caught up in foster care and searching for his parents and being part of the We Are Robin gang and then becoming the Signal. Danny, from what he’s shared with Duke, went through similar things of recovering from a lab accident and then having his town be overrun with ghosts, of all things, which had the government get involved and cause problems.

The few times they were able to find a quiet night where they could just talk and be Duke and Danny again were nights he always treasured, though they left an ache in his chest when it was over.

It’s just been so long since they’ve seen each other in person. He doesn’t even know what Danny looks like anymore! And, sure, he could always ask for a picture, but it feels awkward. They know what they looked like before. And they’ve heard each other’s voices, know the basics of what’s going on in each other’s lives…

They still know each other, but Duke is all too aware of the distance that’s grown between them.

“Duke, seriously, what’s got you spacing out so much?” Steph asks, pulling him from his thoughts.

He shrugs, smiling sheepishly. “Just thinking. Sorry about that. What were you saying?”

“I was saying,” she says, “That you should do a road trip. Or just like, travel around. Check out college campuses. Enjoy your last summer vacation of high school! Trust me, you’ll want the break before going into senior year.”

“Just because you’re two years older than me—”

“Excuse me for trying to impart my wisdom! See if I help you again when I’m older and wiser.”

“Sure, Steph,” he says, “Whatever you say.”

She squints at him. “What’s with that tone? I’m being helpful right now!”

“Mhm.”

“Geez. I should have let Dick talk to you. Anyways, I already told Bruce that you wanted to do this, so he’s agreed to fund it.”

Duke jerks upright in his seat, nearly falling out of it. “You did WHAT?!”

“You’re welcome,” Steph grins, unrepentant.

“Steph, come on. This is unnecessary. Isn’t it better for me to help out more in the summer? Train more, work with the team on stuff, you know, important things?”

“Duke.” Steph’s voice suddenly turns serious and he can’t help but give her all his attention. “Listen to me. Your life is more important. If Gotham survived when Bruce was the only cape around, then it’ll survive while you prioritize your life. And that means touring colleges to figure out where you want to go.”

“I could just stay here and go to GCU.”

Steph just stares at him, unimpressed, and he has to admit, “Yeah, you’re right. I’m not gonna do that.”

“Just enjoy traveling around, okay? And if you want someone to go with you…” she nudges him with her shoulder, repeatedly, very clearly hinting at something.

“I’ll be sure to ask Cass,” Duke says, and Steph rolls her eyes, but doesn’t deny that Cass would be a great travel partner.

Their conversation comes to a halt when an alarm on her phone goes off and she drops her head with a groan. She grabs her bag and takes off with a quick explanation that she has to get to class, one she hates but is determined to ace just to spite the professor, and in no time at all, Duke is alone again.

Without Steph providing him a distraction, Duke has nothing to do but read through his texts with Danny. It hasn’t been that long since they last talked; four days ago is nothing compared to the months of silence that went between them a few years ago. They’ve gotten better since staying in contact since then, and make sure to text at least once a week.

It’s not perfect, but it’s better than nothing.

He considers asking Danny where he’s planning to go. Maybe they could go to the same place together, live in the same apartment, be able to finally stick together. Not that it’ll ever happen; the more likely outcome is that they’ll be accepted into different universities, chose places closer to their respective homes, and still be far apart.

An idea begins to form in his mind.

They’ve had summers together before. Maybe they could have one more.

First, he needs to talk to Bruce.

He’s working from home, thankfully, typing away at a laptop in his office when Duke knocks on the door and pokes his head in.

“Duke,” Bruce smiles, pushes his laptop away. “Come in.”

“Hey. Steph said she talked to you about me traveling this summer?”

“Yes. She was very insistent that you go visit any universities that pique your interest. I’ve already agreed to fund everything, and I can take care of plane tickets and hotels as well.”

Duke nods, trying not to look too nervous. “Yeah, so about that. Could I travel with someone? Would that be cool? Or is this a thing for me only?”

Bruce blinks. “I promise cost is not an issue. Adding another person won’t be a problem. Who is it?”

“Ah, no one you know. He’s a childhood friend of mine who lives in Illinois, and I’d like to spend a summer with him again.”

“Who is it?”

Oh boy. Bruce is definitely going to find everything he can about Danny and his family and start interrogating Duke about him. But if that’s going to let him travel the country with Danny, then he’s more than willing to deal with it.

“Danny Fenton, from Amity Park. The town with the ghost problem.”

Bruce leans back in his chair. “I’ve heard of them. The League discussed investigating it when the news first got out, but Constantine warned us to stay away due to risk of possession. It seems that the local hero, Phantom, has it all in hand.” Bruce nods, already thinking deeply about his next steps. “Alright, I’ll need to do some research. And send me a list of the universities you’d like to visit so I can plan your itinerary.”

“Cool. Thanks, B.”

Duke leaves as quickly as he can after that, letting out a relieved breath once he’s sure no one is around to hear it.

Step one is done.

Now for step two: communication.

duke: hey, are you free for a call anytime soon? danny: yeah! we can call now if u want :)

Well! That was way faster than he was expecting.

He all but sprints through the halls to get to his room and locks the door behind himself. It won’t do much to stop anyone from actually coming in, but it is a sign that he wants privacy. Once he’s sure no one is going to be listening in and interrupting, Duke pulls up Danny’s contact and hits the call button.

It rings twice before Danny’s picking up, greeting him with a cheerful, “Hey Duke! What’s up?”

“Hey Danny,” he replies, unable to help the way his voice softens with affection. “So, this is totally out of the blue, but if you could spend this summer going around the country with me, would you?”

“I mean, yeah, obviously. You know I’d do anything to spend more time with you! Why?”

Duke grins. While he was sure about what Danny’s answer would be, that didn’t stop him from worrying about a rejection. “Well. Bruce has offered to fund the entire trip and bring someone along.”

“Wait, seriously? You want me to go with you?”

“Who else? Dude, you know I love spending time with you, and I’ve missed you like crazy.”

“Oh my God, you’re serious. Duke! Yes, I want to be your travel buddy! Are you kidding me? In what world would I say no?”

“Hey, man, you can’t blame me for making sure. Are your parents going to be fine with that?”

Danny goes quiet, and Duke feels his heart drop. “Danny? Is something wrong?”

“No,” Danny says, followed by a bitter laugh. “They won’t care. I’ll just tell them I’m going traveling with a friend and that’ll be enough. They’re too busy to care much about what I do, these days. They probably won’t even notice that I’m gone, now that Jazz isn’t here to remind them that I exist.”

“How is Jazz, by the way? We could visit her.”

“She’s doing fine. Really loving Harvard. And I’d love that Duke. You’re the best.”

The mood of the conversation eases and they fall into the usual rhythm of catching each other up, chatting about their lives and any other thought that crosses their minds. It’s easy for the hours to slip away with Danny, and before he knows it, there’s a knock on his door as Alfred calls him for dinner.

He hangs up with a quick goodbye to Danny, along with a promise to send him the itinerary once it’s made.

Somehow, news of his summer plans get out by the end of the day. Which means Steph blabbed and feels no remorse about it. The next week of Duke’s life is overtaken by nearly every trying to help him plan and prepare for his trip, while lightly interrogating him about Danny. By the time he was heading off to the airport, agreeing to take one of Bruce’s smaller private planes which was piloted by a man who definitely wasn’t Jason going by the name 'Todd Jameson'. Of course not, that would be silly.

(Duke sighed very, very loudly when he saw Jason waving at him from outside the plane. He should have expected the guy to take advantage of Bruce needing a pilot and teasing him about Danny.)

He can’t bring himself to be too bother by it, though, when it means he’ll get to be with Danny again soon. Duke would pay any price to be with him again, so this is hardly anything.

They set off with a wave from Duke and Jason flipping the bird to the rest of the family. And then Jason is up in the cockpit, blasting his playlist of songs from musicals, and Duke is left to wait impatient for the next few hours until they reach Illinois.

The hours pass far too slow but also much too fast. Duke feels like he barely has time to prepare himself before they’re landing smoothly and Danny texts him to let him know he’s at the airport.

Jason sees him off before heading out to take a call from Roy, telling him to find his own way to his hotel. Duke barely pays him enough mind to say goodbye, grabbing his suitcase and hurrying into the airport, searching for the terminal Danny’s at.

He doesn’t find Danny first. Danny finds him and slams into him like a freight train. It’s only his training that keeps Duke from toppling over, dropping his suitcase to hold Danny. They cling to each other tightly, as if they might never see each other again. Danny’s got his legs wrapped around Duke’s waist like a koala, and Duke would be happy to carry him forever.

“I can’t believe you’re really here,” Danny murmurs into his ear. Duke shivers, holding him tighter, and smiles.

“Yeah. I know. Man, you don’t know how much I’ve missed you.”

“I think I can take a pretty good guess.”

Danny pulls away, dropping his feet back to the ground.

Duke is finally able to see Danny for the first time in years, and he’s pretty sure he stops breathing for a solid minute. Danny grew up fine. He’s got the bluest eyes he’s ever seen, and soft black hair that’s a little windswept and messy, and his grin is as bright and beautiful as always. For a moment, Duke wants nothing more than to kiss him.

Then Danny steps back and the thought fades.

“Ready to go? We’re going to UChicago first, yeah?”

“That’s the plan,” Duke says, falling into step with Danny as they make their way out of the airport. “Then a day just to hang out in Chicago before we head to Harvard.”

“Cool,” Danny grins. “Hotel first, though, right?”

“Yeah, man, catch up time is essential.”

Danny glances over at him, something unreadable in his eyes, but he smiles when he sees that Duke is already looking at him. “Let’s get going, then.”

Danny drives them in a car he apparently made himself, which explains why it’s a model Duke’s never seen before. It drives like a dream and Duke is very tempted to get Danny to make one for the Signal, maybe even wrangle up a contract to have him work with Batman Inc.

They spend the two hour drive chatting and laughing as if no time has passed at all since they last saw each other in person. All the years seem to fade away and they’re just Duke and Danny again, spending another summer together.

Check in goes smoothly, and the room Bruce has booked them is large, with two beds, a seating area, and a dining area. A glass door leads to a small balcony with two chairs and a fantastic view of the lake behind the hotel. They set both their suitcases on the luggage rack, and Duke only has time to turn to Danny to ask which bed he wants before he finds himself pressed up against the wall, Danny’s hands on his cheeks.

“Tell me if you don’t want this,” he whispers against Duke’s lips.

Duke doesn’t bother replying. He just leans in, closes the minuscule distance between them, and kisses Danny. It’s soft and sweet and everything he’s ever wanted.

Then Danny makes a small noise in the back of his throat and deepens the kiss. It goes from soft to heated and desperate and all consuming instantly. Duke slides his hands around Danny’s waist, pulling him impossibly closer, and thinks I never want to leave you again.

He’s completely lost track of time when Danny pulls back with gasp. They both take a few seconds to catch their breath, and Duke realizes his cheeks feel cold.

“Sorry,” Danny whispers, pulling his hands away. Duke catches them before they can go too far and holds them together.

“Sorry for what?”

“The frost,” he says, wiggling his fingers lightly. Duke glances down and sees that his fingertips are lightly coated in frost, spilling down his fingers.

“You have powers?”

“Came with the lab accident.”

“Man,” Duke says, “We have got to catch up properly. There’s a ton I haven’t told you.”

Danny laughs lightly, breathlessly. “Oh, for sure. But later. I’ve been wanting to kiss you for years.”

“Danny, baby, you can kiss me all night if you want.”

“I intend to,” he says with a bright grin.

What else could Duke do but lean in and kiss him again?

Nothing else exists in that moment except them. Duke is so, so glad he’s got the rest of summer to spend with Danny. He’s going to take him on dates in every city they visit.

They’ve gone years without seeing each other. Duke refuses to let it happen again. Whatever future awaits them, he’ll do all he can to keep Danny in it.

But for now, he’s got his cute childhood friend to kiss and all the privacy a hotel room can offer. He fully intends to make the most of it.

. . .

[send me a ghostlights prompt!]

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #prompt fill #dc x dp fic #my writing #it was struggle to keep this short bc i love this trope so much!!!#thank u for the prompt!! working on your other one right now :)

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hyomaslut · 10 months

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──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !! what is this? boyfriend material.

☆⌒(ゝ。∂).ᐟ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ʙʟʟᴋ ʙᴏʏs ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ᴘᴛ. 𝟷

✿ ─ characters: isagi yoichi, chigiri hyoma, reo mikage, nagi seishiro ✿ ─ cw: fluff, gn!reader, no pronouns but there are a few 'fem coded' things referenced like make up or skirts, aged-up!characters, established relationships, pet names, kissing, groping, pda, use of foul language, suggestive themes, proofread so many times so if there’s a typo ill cry ✿ ─ notes: this is my first post ♪(´▽｀) i haven't written stuff like this in a pretty long time so bear with me ‹𝟹 this is some hybrid of headcanon and drabble idk

ISAGI YOICHI is a full-fledged bonafide simp...

he suffers from tragic a condition. when he’s not trying? flirting supreme panty dropper. however, when he tries to flirt with someone he likes? bro is fumbling. at first he seems like such an instant charmer. hes a classic gentleman, great listener, and super attractive. but the second he gets an inkling of a crush, he ruins it for himself. stuttering and getting his words mixed up, saying the most embarrassing jumbled combination of what he actually meant to.

follows you around to all your tasks because how else would he spend his free time except hanging with his baby. to sephora, to the grocery store, to the salon, the the ends of the earth if that's where you're heading that day. more than happy to hold onto your hand as you go about your business, rambling about global soccer statistics and looking at you like you hold the world. yoichi is a prideful purse holder too, his arms and pockets and car being full of your belongings makes him insanely happy for some reason he can’t put his finger on. always ready to press the lip gloss you’re patting yourself down for into the palm your hand, taking a kiss as payment.

he’s bad at planning dates, so don’t put him in charge unless you want to be late to a reservation at a restaurant 2 hours away with mediocre food. he’s good at paying for them though!! the dates he does get to plan are usually to the mall. what can i say, man likes to spoil you.

at the mall isagi can kind of trick you. because typically if he were to offer to buy you a couple hundred dollars worth of things, you would absolutely refuse. buttt if its just one thing from this store and one thing from another, and maybe its the fact that you dont feel the weight of all the items as your boyfriend carries it all, but it flies under your radar. and at some point you look at yoichi… and he has a lot of shopping bags. surely some of those were his right? the little pleased love sick smile on his face says otherwise.

its so worth it to isagi tho. he gets to spend time with you, make you happy, be a doting bf. but it also means that he can pick out clothes for you. as generous as he was, he could be a bit of a greedy gifter - never leaving the mall without a new skirt of his choosing. will personally pick out a pile of things he wants you to try on just for him.

once youre with isagi for a few months, he reveals his true colors. man is a serial PDA offender. he just thinks you’re so pretty, and it gives him such an ego boost to be the guy by your side. better hold his hand or its going in your back pocket. leans in under the guise of giving you a quick, generally acceptable peck on the lips… but all of a sudden he wants another before you even fully pull away from the first and its all downhill from there. sits on your side of the table at restaurants instead of across from you so he can rest his hand on your thigh and sneak in small squeezes when he thinks youre not paying attention. and be careful about walking in front of him, he’s not strong enough to resist the urge to smack your ass.

if the PDA thing wasnt a dead give away, isagi is just very affectionate in general, honestly has a hard time leaving you alone when you’re in the same room as him. he just gravitates towards you no matter what he was previously doing. very easily distracted, very easy to bribe. he’s the type of guy where when he goes to get out of bed in the morning to go to practice, and you cling to him and ask him for just 5 more minutes, theres nothing that could stop him from sinking right back into your arms. his attendance record has definitely suffered because he is unable to deny you a single thing you ask for, especially if that thing is him.

CHIGIRI HYOMA is taken and makes sure everyone knows it…

hyoma’s partner very quickly becomes his best friend if they weren’t before they started dating. it’s not even intentional, but he gets very quickly attached to you. sure, he has a decent amount of friends, but none of them know him like you do. he loves to hear you talk about your life, invested in your daily drama and indulging you with all of his. he likes to hear your input and insights on situations. he takes notes in his phone when he sees things he thinks you would like, or conversations he had that he wants to tell you about. forever surprised by how much he misses you when you’re apart, chigiri is used to not needing anyone the way he needs you. is so much grumpier at matches that have him go abroad without you, texting you often throughout the day, whenever he can get his hands on his phone.

because you’re now his best friend and partner, chigiri’s a bit tied to you at the hip, but he would never admit to being clingy. not that you mind, hanging out with him is fun and surprisingly intimate. he never fails to hold your hand wherever you go or throw an arm around your shoulder. on dates he’ll lean in close to your ear to whisper little observations and jokes about the people around, the two of you sharing witty comments and secretive snickers behind your hands. when hanging out with mutual friends, the way yours eyes meet his wordlessly, both holding the same micro expression, indistinguishable to other people, that says “we are so talking about that later”.

speaking of clinging to your side, hyoma can have a bit of a possessive streak at times. i feel like it’s something you don’t really expect of him until there’s a guy flirting with you in a store. the way your boyfriend is at your side before you can even answer, standing at his full height, squaring his shoulders with a sour look on his face, not at all shy about the way his arm snakes around your waist. “they’re not interested.” he states plainly, as if it were obvious, but if you payed close attention to him (which you always did), you would notice the distasteful curl of his lip or the venom seeping into his tone or the way his usually gentle fingers hold onto your side with a firm grip.

he doesn’t meet your eyes after, already sensing the knowing smirk on your lips. his ears turn red when you break the silence to tell him that green was a good color on him. but, your ever clever boyfriend is quick to reply, “that’s cute baby, but i’m not jealous. you haven’t seen me when i’m jealous.” the mischievous glimmer in his eye and the smug smile he wears reminds you to not test him.

king of matching outfits with you. not in the novelty shirts cheesy way, but he always asks for a fit check before he picks you up on dates. chigiri is outside your apartment within the hour, wearing a jacket that matches the color of your shoes and a sly grin. generally starts to shift his style to be a bit more cohesive with yours, he loves going out and looking like you belong together.

not to mention, matching outfits give him more excuses to take pictures with you. photos of you and him are plastered all over his instagram, your handle in his bio and everything. he’s no amateur either, always able to catch your best side, in perfect lighting. really makes you feel as pretty as he seems to think you are. hyoma is a bit of a show off too, so he gets a bit of an ego boost getting to let everyone know how cute you are, and that you’re all his.

hyoma greatly values the alone time he gets to spend with you. the best part of his week is sitting on the couch as you help him with his hair care routine. you running a mix of the comb and your fingers through his hair as the two of you catch up on the k-drama you started together. your touch and your attention and your warm presence enough to make the stress of a pro soccer career melt off his shoulders. makes you teach him how to do your nails and learns your skin care routine so that he can return the favor, although he’s much better at the latter.

MIKAGE REO is ungodly whipped and more than a little dramatic…

if we’re talking about social media boyfriends, reo is near insufferable. let’s be real, reo was already flexing on the gram before you got with him. constantly posting pictures of his car and expensive watches and exclusive clubs. he just becomes worse when you agree to go out with him. his story is full of aesthetically blurry shots of you, sometimes featuring him, anywhere and everywhere. in his car, on dates, cooking in his kitchen. he even found the audacity to post a picture of you in his bed, your bare back in full frame, the sheets pooled around your waist. “i’m so lucky” was the caption and the only context provided. unsurprisingly the lifespan of that post was quite short once you caught wind of it, with the assurance that he wouldn’t be getting so lucky in the near future.

i totally think reo is the type of guy that tries to act like a fuckboy but is secretly a hopeless romantic. in other words, reo is a huge sap™. has a picture of you in his wallet. you’re his screen saver and all his passwords feature your name. nagi is the last person left that will still listen to reo ramble on about you, all of his other friends having gotten tired of it.

we already know that reo is taking you to fancy dinners on the regular, but more unexpectedly i think he is a big fan of outdoorsy dates. previously mentioned hopeless romantic tendencies means reo loves a picnic way more than he lets on. his favorite is when the summer comes around and he gets to take you to the beach. if reo dies and goes to heaven and it's not you rubbing sunscreen into his warm back in a skimpy swimsuit he picked out for you himself, he's not interested. a close second favorite of his is late night drives with you. all the windows of his luxury sports car down, blasting a playlist the two of you made together, singing loud and ugly down the empty freeway. in these moments you make him feel weightless and he swears it’s addicting.

king of clingy. every time that you feel your phone vibrate, there's a good chance that it's your boyfriend. never with anything important either, asking where you are, how was your day, sending you pics of whatever he is doing, even resorting to imessage games when he runs out of things to talk about. he just always finds himself itching to open your contact. if mikage reo could eat up all of your attention, he would not hesitate to do so.

reo is usually the caretaker. when he obtained status of boyfriend, you automatically went on his list of special people in his life, only really consisting of you and nagi, and this granted you the exclusive privilege of walking all over him if you so please. truly a pushover and weak to your pouts. while we’re on the subject of ways to get him to fold, reo is surprisingly easy to flatter. your compliments are honey to his ears, no matter how many people have said the same to him before. his heart thumps loud in his chest whenever you do any act of service or labor of love for him. just wait for the day you buy this man some flowers. got his hand splayed over his red face, his palm not wide enough to cover his infatuated grin. "they're really for me, babe? god i knew i picked you for a reason.”

reo's feelings for you run extremely deep. scary deep. you make him feel stupid and irrational. he can't think straight, he's impulsive. you have to keep a close eye on him because give reo enough time alone and he'll convince himself that getting your name tattooed across his chest is an amazing idea, a grandiose display of his affection and devotion to you - sick as hell too. god forbid you go on a trip by yourself, there's honestly a decent chance you'll come home to a marriage proposal and explanations on how "no no, don't worry babe, i know its sooner than you expected but i've got it all planned out.” just be glad that up until this point he has resisted the strong urge to drop a fourth of his trust fund on a ring, a price he's more than willing to pay to make you all his.

NAGI SEISHIRO is greedy and will readily take a mile if given an inch…

nagi is… new to the whole boyfriend thing to say the least. not to say he’s bad at it or anything, but i imagine that in the beginning of your relationship, things are a bit, for a lack of better words, lukewarm. he struggles a bit with recognizing that the switch from friends to more than friends is more than just the title, letting you completely take the wheel. but his passiveness doesn’t last long. not when he can’t escape the way you are constantly on his mind. he thought it was overwhelming enough having a crush on you, but now that he’s falling for you it’s on another level. he thinks of you when he first opens his eyes, facing the obnoxious blue light of his phone to send you your daily goodmorning :x . he thinks of you at night, when he’s restlessly fighting to fall asleep before he ultimately caves and facetimes you so that he can drift off to your tired mumbles and even breaths. he thinks of you when practice drags on, the anticipation of seeing you after the only thing keeping him from giving into his exhaustion.

nagi can’t get you out of his head for the life of him, but to be fair he doesn’t put up much of a fight. seishiro is used to getting what he wants, so what does he do when his desire for you becomes a hassle? he makes it your problem. constantly calling you and asking you to pick him up from social functions because he misses you. insisting that he stays the night at your place or that you come to his because he needs his daily dose of you. and he doesn’t have the shame to be shy of telling you everything on his mind either. he unintentionally says very flustering things, unabashedly demanding your touch and your company, no matter who is listening. it’s your fault he’s like this after all, you might as well take responsibility and give him what he wants.

and what he wants is affection from you, as much as he can get. serishiro is mesmerized by your reactions. being in love with you is uncharted territory that he maps out with piqued curiosity and newfound greed. especially kissing. once nagi gets his first taste of kissing you for real, messy and needy and drawn out, he never wants to go back. not after seeing your red face, eyes lidded and lips parted so cutely he just has to steal one more. now his day dreams revolve around you, what flavor of chapstick you’re wearing, what perfume do you have on, are you thinking of him as much as he does you? thats one thing he never really finds the courage to ask, but that he secretly hopes is true.

he loves to find things you can work on together, even if you always end up being the one putting in more effort. nagi will insist on cooking dinner together, and maybe you get his help for a good 10 minutes before he’s slumped in a seat at the counter eating the ingredients. buys tons of lego sets for the two of you to put together and while you’re following the instructions, he’s stealing pieces you need so he can build a little car to push around the table while he watches you figure it out. he’ll even settle for a puzzle and a movie, but your out of luck if you expect him to do anything but the edges.

the lazy genius only really has the time and energy to have a couple of important people in his life, but once you make it into that inner circle, that shit is permanent as far as he’s concerned. it begins with him telling you that it only makes sense to leave some clothes at his apartment, you’re at his place half the week anyway. and then its him smuggling over your favorite pillows and stuffed animals to his bed instead of yours. then he’s asking you to go grocery shopping with him every week. the jokes he makes about the fact that, “you keep all your stuff here anyway. just move in with me already,” are far too frequent to be subtle. but when he hits you with the puppy eyes, which are annoyingly effective, how could you say no?

you’ve put yourself in his orbit after all and now the solar system that is nagi seishiro will use his gravity to pull you inevitably closer. it’s doomed.

is my bias obvious?? cuz i feel like it might be… lmk which one was your favorite!!

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spiriteddreams · 11 months

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from me, the moon

Pairing: Jing Yuan x Reader Warnings: hanahaki, angst!, implies happy ending though dw i'm not feeling THAT cruel tonight, mentions of death (no actual death) Word Count: ~2.4k A/N: spirit waking up from a nap after a midterm: omg hanahaki with jing yuan!!

To you, the sun,

You feel it before you realize it has struck you. That feeling in your chest that has begun to blossom when you're in the presence of the Jing Yuan. You become acutely aware of the way your heart thunders when he's near, the way you quiet down when he laughs to hear him, and the horrifying realization that yes, you are in love with him.

I would like to apologize in advance.

But honestly, who isn't? Who wouldn't fall in love with such a gentle soul dedicated to protecting those he loves. The sacrifices he's made for the Xianzhou Luofu are found in the warm smiles, greetings, and gifts that he receives from the people. He's effortlessly handsome, with his hair pulled back, but not enough to keep some of his hair from falling in front of his eyes. It feels like a privilege to get a glimpse of those eyes of his, pools of melted gold that soften when they fall upon those who hold a special place in his heart. you wonder what it would be like to be on the receiving end of such a look.

In the privacy of your own home, you allow yourself a moment of indulgence, to live in the fantasy of walking at his side, listening to the hum that builds from his chest as he nods along to what you would say. You imagine what it would be like to trace your hands along his skin, to cup his cheeks and turn him to face you so you can memorize his features. you wonder what it would feel like to feel his hands wander, if he could be as gentle with you as the way he holds the birds that seem to gravitate towards him.

I’m sure you’re upset, and you have every right to be. But I’ve made my bed, and it’s my time to lie in it.

Flower petals, splattered with droplets of blood, make their appearance for the first time that day.

I’m sorry.

An ancient curse, is what Bailu calls it, fixing you with a concerned stare. You can only laugh dryly at your luck, of course it would be you to have come down with some ancient curse that has caused you to cough out petals. You keep it to yourself, cradle half-bloodied flowers in your hands as you make excuses as to why you can’t join your friends for lunch, or why you can’t spend a morning to spar or play chess with the General. The less they know the better. (Right?)

Individual petals become clumps, and the clumps become half-made flowers. And by the time that the ever-attentive general decides to confront you about the sudden change in your behaviour, you're close to coughing out full flowers.

"Are you alright?" Jing Yuan asks as you sit across from him, cup of tea in your hands as you sit with your eyes closed, reveling in the warmth of your drink and that of his presence. "I haven't seen you around much. you're not avoiding me, are you?" Despite the chuckle that falls from his lips as he finishes speaking, you can still hear the hints of worry that he fails to hide. You suppose that's the result of knowing him for so long, the result of loving him for so long.

I wish I had the courage to admit it to you in person.

"I wouldn't be here if I was avoiding you," you hum, opening your eyes to meet his. Your chest tightens when you see the concern in his eyes seem to melt away. The last thing you want is to worry him, and you hope that your attempt at banter will at least deter him for the meanwhile. but Jing Yuan is quiet, more so than usual. He spends longer studying you, making you squirm under his watchful gaze until you chide him for thinking too much.

"Well, I can tell something's on your mind, Strale for your thoughts?" he wants to know what's going on in your mind. He's not stupid, and is far too attentive to the way you seem to keep yourself at bay, holding your tongue and sipping tea as if it would keep you from speaking.

Funny how you called me the bravest you knew, and yet the one time when I should have come clean, I couldn’t bring myself to say anything.

"I think I might be stricken with mara." Out of the corner of your eyes you see him stiffen. You look down at the steam that curls from your cup, caressing your face as if knowing that the man next to you wouldn't do the same.

Forceful laughter is pushed from his lips. “Don’t play jokes on me, dear. Have you come down with a cold? I know some of the Cloud Knights are out sick because of some bug that has gone around. You must have caught it when we sparred with them.” Your silence gnaws at Jing Yuan, and he can feel anxiety bubbling in his chest. It begins to grow when you turn away from him to take a breath. He watches, almost in slow motion, as you set your cup aside and look at him.

Thank you, Jing Yuan, for being my friend.

There is acceptance in your eyes, and Jing Yuan’s mouth goes dry. “Are you certain? Have you been diagnosed by a doctor? I can call for my doctor, I’m sure it’s not mara-struck—”

“Jing Yuan. There’s no other explanation,” neither of you can tell if the softness of your tone is an attempt to comfort yourself or him. His palms feel sweaty, the lump in his throat lodged so that words fail to come forth. He doesn’t like the way you say his name like this. It doesn’t roll off your tongue the way it usually does, and he finds himself grasping at anything to urge you to tell him that you might be wrong.

His desk becomes stacked with papers and reports about the mara-struck. The archivists watch as he spends longer nights conducting research, hair slipping from its hold as for the first time in years, the great General of the Xianzhou Luofu begins to lose a grasp on his composure. He calls upon Fu Xuan to divine what she can, and yet the grimace on her face paired with her admittance that the future is too foggy for her to divine makes his heart drop.

I have loved you longer than you could imagine. Thank you for allowing me to be at your side for as long as I did. I will treasure these memories forever, no matter where I am.

He finds himself alone in his room, head in his hands as he sits at his desk. Your medical reports, handed to him by your own hands, are missing something. There’s something you’re hiding from him and he needs to know what it is. For the first time, he begins to doubt the words you’ve said to him. You’ve had no reason to lie to him thus far, so why does it feel like you’re trying to hide something serious.

He lets the anxiety fester before finally, Yanqing is the one who forces him to his feet to find the only doctor he hadn’t visited yet. Jing Yuan watches as Yanqing lets his own worries and fears come spilling out and he realizes how much your condition has affected others. He chides himself for selfishly thinking that he was the only one trying to find a cure for your illness.

“They’re growing weaker,” Yanqing bites the inside of his cheek. “I went to visit them but I didn’t see any signs of Mara on their skin. But the Vidyadhara doctor, Bailu, was there. She gave me this letter and asked me to give it to you. She left in a hurry, but maybe we can ask her about them, right General?” There’s hope in the boy’s tone as if he too, was trying to grasp at anything to make sense of sudden fall to this illness. So clearly, a visit to the energetic doctor is next.

By this time, I’m sure you’ve uncovered the truth. The extent of my lies can only extend so far. I’m sure Bailu has spoken to you already. Be kind to her, will you?

“Mara? No, who told you that? That’s ridiculous, have you seen them? Didn’t they tell you?” Bailu stares up at him, unimpressed. “It’s Hanahaki. Surely you’ve heard of it, well, perhaps you haven’t. There’s no recorded cure. They told you all this, right?”

“They told me it was Mara,” Jing Yuan feels like he’s out of breath. He isn’t sure what to feel, the mix of emotions closing in on him. He wants to be upset with you and yet he can’t understand why you had been so bent on lying to his face. Not just him, but to Yanqing, to Yukong, to everyone else for the sake of what?

“It’s an ancient curse,” Bailu shakes her head.

Ancient curse. The words ring in his head. He figures the expressions on his and Yanqing’s faces are enough to give away their confusion. And he can only feel his chest tighten and tighten as he listens to Bailu explain the first time you came to her, tears building in the corner of your eyes, hands cupped to your chest and flecks of blood splattered on your palms. He listens as Bailu explains how you begged her not to say anything, that you would be the one to admit the truth. He listens as he hears of how your condition seemed to grow worse, day by day. He reads the medical reports that the Vidyadhara solemnly gives him and becomes acutely aware of his own shaky breath. He recognizes the days when you had gone to visit him, indulged in his requests to soak up the warmth of the sun as he put aside his work or to share stories over tea and a game of chess. The same days that you visited him are the same days that you came to Bailu.

Please, my dear, don’t blame yourself for my own faults. You have been nothing but supportive, caring, and kind. There is nothing more that I can ask of you other than you take care of yourself, please?

Jing Yuan knows loss better than anyone. He has faced loss in his own family and has watched as close friends and comrades have lost their lives on the battlefield. He knows of sacrifice, of that gut wrenching feeling when you are faced with the hard truth. He knows the feeling of defeat when he fights his master, initially hesitant in his blows before he gives into fate. The sight of his master’s thankful smile, a last moment of clarity breaks his heart. He knows of all these heartbreaking feelings, the same ones that have built up his walls, guarded his heart thus far and led him to become the Arbiter-General of the Xianzhou Luofu. The scars that litter his body are a result of hundreds of years of training, of hard-won battles and choking defeats, so really, there is nothing that can shake his resolve after all that he's been through. He isn’t sure what’s worse: how easily he believed your lies, or the reality of this sickness that you’ve come down with.

I’m sure all will be well. Don’t forget about me or I’ll haunt your dreams! (Stop falling asleep while you’re at work okay?)

He wants to yell, to go back in time and push harder for you to tell him the truth. He curses this long life that he has been cursed with. Because your time is fleeting, so quickly slipping from his grasp and he will live longer to live. He hates to imagine what it might be like when—

Visit me one last time, please?

He indulges in your request, shedding all armour and weapons at the door. He visits you with nothing but his jumble of emotions. To bring you flowers as a get-well-soon gift would be too cruel. But perhaps it’s more cruel for you to invite him over.

He hates the way you smile at him so warmly, that knowing look in your eyes prying through ivy ridden gates into his mind. You know what he wants to say, and when he sits down at your bedside and wraps his hand around yours, you squeeze gently.

“I’m sorry,” his voice breaks. You look at him curiously, about to tell him to stop apologizing, that he has nothing, and will never have anything to apologize for when it comes to you. But you stop when you catch sight of his eyes, watery golden pools that beg you to stay. He can’t get the words out but in the silence, there is more than enough said.

All my love.

(I love you, he thinks to himself. He closes his eyes and brings your knuckles to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss that he hopes will say enough. He doesn’t catch the way your eyes start to clear up and the way you gasp softly.)

From me, the moon.

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To you, the sun,

I would like to apologize in advance. I’m sure you’re upset, and you have every right to be. But I’ve made my bed, and it’s my time to lie in it. I’m sorry. I wish I had the courage to admit it to you in person. Funny how you called me the bravest you knew, and yet the one time when I should have come clean, I couldn’t bring myself to say anything. Thank you, Jing Yuan, for being my friend. I have loved you longer than you could imagine. Thank you for allowing me to be at your side for as long as I did. I will treasure these memories forever, no matter where I am. By this time, I’m sure you’ve uncovered the truth. The extent of my lies can only extend so far. I’m sure Bailu has spoken to you already. Be kind to her, will you? Please, my dear, don’t blame yourself for my own faults. You have been nothing but supportive, caring, and kind. There is nothing more that I can ask of you other than you take care of yourself, please? I’m sure all will be well. Don’t forget about me or I’ll haunt your dreams! (Stop falling asleep while you’re at work okay?) Visit me one last time, please?

All my love.

From me, the moon.

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! <3 a/n: ok it's eepy time again for spirit bc i have to start working on my finals now :(

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mellowswriting · 4 months

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Hiiii! First of all let me tell you that i love all your Javier Peña fics omg you keep us the Javi girlies fed!!!!

And second! I saw that your requests were open and i had to come here! would you ever consider writing something about Javi being possesive bc some guy’s flirting with reader but she doesn’t realize until much late and he gets jealous and overall breeding kink bc he wants to make her all his and put a baby in her so everyone knows who she belongs to!

his girl

pairing || Javier Peña x fem!Reader

word count || 3.6k

summary || There's a possessiveness that strikes a man once he finally has everything he's ever wanted. Javier soothes that animal feeling by marking you - his ring on your finger, his initial hanging at your throat, his marks sucked into your skin. But lately, it just isn't enough. Luckily, he has the perfect plan. He's putting a baby in your belly.

content || SMUT, jealousy, possessiveness, explicit breeding kink, oral sex (f receiving), multiple orgasms (f receiving), dirty talk, rough sex/manhandling, aftercare, praise, massages, husband!Javi being an absolute menace, unbeta'd and unedited (written largely while having covid, so bear with me babes)

a/n || has this sat in my inbox for a humiliating amount of time? yes. did I have a blast finally writing it? absolutely. I am forever and ever in love with husband!Javi

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Javier loves watching you. He has from the very beginning, long before he could even call you his. From the very moment you started occupying the desk across from him, he has loathed taking his eyes off of you. He took note of the little things. The way you threw your head back and laughed at Murphy’s awful jokes. The furrow of your brow as you read over a file. The smile you flashed him when your eyes locked from across the room. You consumed him right from the start. Those glimpses grew more personal as he gravitated toward you, unable to resist the pull of that warm smile and the spitfire burning in your blood. The grumpy expression you wear in those first weary moments after waking. The dramatic glance you give him when you overhear a couple arguing in the grocery store. The feeling of your weight sinking into him as you fall asleep in the bed you share.

No matter how much time passes, he still finds himself enamored by the very sight of you. A glass of whiskey sweats on the table in front of him, relatively untouched. He’s too busy eying you from across the bar to bother with it. You look so beautiful in the low light, chatting and smiling with your girls as you wait for the bartender. He can’t even guess the number of times he’s seen you in this bar, wearing that pretty little dress, but it doesn’t matter. You catch his eye every time.

There’s only one problem. He isn’t the only one looking.

Possessiveness comes naturally to a man who finally has everything he wants. It flares in his chest, hot and untamed, as a man settles against the bar beside you. The man says something to catch your attention and leans closer with a flirtatious smile - and Javier has to bite back the urge to rip his throat out. The man must be oblivious to the ring on your finger and the ‘J’ hanging from the thin gold chain around your neck. Or maybe he just doesn’t care. Javier grits his teeth and tries to be patient.

He lasts less than five minutes.

Your eyes light up when you spot him shouldering his way through the crowd. The urge to kiss that dazzling smile off your lips is irresistible. His name just barely leaves you before his hands find the familiar curve of your waist and tug you close. He kisses you, softly at first. His hand cradles your jaw and you melt into him, your fingers wrapped loosely around his wrist. Your breathing stutters in your chest. Javier swears he gets high off the ease with which you sway for him.

The parting of your lips is an invitation he takes without hesitation. You tug him closer by the front of his shirt as he deepens the kiss. The way you cling to him sends a thrill of arousal through him. He can’t help but tighten his grip at your waist, pinning you back against the bartop just slightly. Javier eagerly drinks in the little moan he pulls from you. Fuck, he knows he has to stop before he bends you right over this damn bartop. He gives you one last kiss, short and sweet, before he reluctantly pulls away. You look up at him with those bright eyes and a tipsy little smile.

He gives your waist a little squeeze. “So, who’s your new friend?”

“Huh…? Oh!” You brush off the haziness with a little shake of your head. “This is… um, James! He’s Maria’s brother.”

“Nice to meet you.” Javier curls a covetous arm around your waist and holds you close. He offers his other hand to James and when the man shakes it, he makes sure to squeeze. Hard. He tries not to look too proud of himself. A song comes across the bar’s speakers, something familiar with a good beat. “Well, I hate to cut this short but my wife looks like she needs a dance.”

James is smart enough to take the hint and get the hell out of there.

You let out a knowing laugh as Javier tugs you into the crowd. “What was that about?”

“I need an excuse to dance with my girl?” He asks, the picture of innocence.

It doesn’t take long for you to forget the whole thing once he gets his hands on you. Javier can feel the shift in your energy. Every gentle, lingering touch only makes you melt into him more. You lean back into his chest, your head resting against his shoulder. He can smell your shampoo and perfume, and the feeling of your hips swaying against him makes his cock twitch.

Your dress twists in his greedy grip as he shamelessly gropes your ass and your drunken giggle is music to his ears. He has to force himself not to be too rough. The soft, lacey fabric falls delicately at your waist, all flowy and beautiful. He loves this dress on you - and so does every other man in this bar. Javier spots James watching the two of you from across the room and that familiar need to stake his claim flares.

His hand drifts up from your waist to your chest and his fingers trace the little gold ‘J’ that hangs there before going higher. His fingers wrap around your throat and you don’t even open your eyes. Your trust is so painfully clear and it makes his cock even harder. He tilts your head to the side, plants a hot kiss against your pulse point, and you melt even more for him. James averts his gaze, his cheeks bright red.

Pride and possessiveness vie for control, an unwinnable fight between his love of showing you off and the unbearable need for everyone to know exactly who you belong to. The ring on your finger, his initial at your neck - it just isn’t enough.

The idea takes root before his rational mind can stop it. Instinct and pure possessiveness blend into one rabid, desperate need: he needs to knock you up. The mere image is enough to have him grinding his cock against your ass without shame. Your belly swelling with the baby he planted there. The flowy fabric of this dress stretching over your stomach until it doesn’t fit. Huddling up with you in those tiny dressing rooms as you try on new clothes. His baby on your hip and another growing in your belly. The undeniable proof of who exactly you belong to - his wife, the mother of his children. His, his his.

“Every man in this bar has been eying you up all night,” Javier grumbles.

“Ah, that’s what this is about…” You say indulgently. “Feeling jealous?”

“They think they have a chance if I’m not glued to your side. That pretty ring on your finger is just a challenge to them.” The annoyance rings clear in his voice. You turn around in his arms, a teasing smile on your pretty face. He knows just how much you love it when he gets like this. His arms tighten around you. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll make sure they know you belong to me.”

“Oh?” You raise your eyebrows. “And how are you doing that?”

Javier tightens his arms around you until your chest is flush with his. The smirk fades from your face, quickly replaced with something softer, more curious. He leans closer until his lips brush your ear, his voice low and dripping with sin. “I’m gonna take you home and put a baby in your belly.”

He watches the realization wash over you - the way your breath catches and your eyes go all wide. The buttons of his shirt twist in your hand where you cling to him. Your eyes flick back and forth as you study his face, obviously trying to gauge his seriousness. There isn’t a hint of humor or halfheartedness to be found.

“Fuck… I- really? Are you serious?” You whisper. Anticipation curls tight in his belly. Javier grabs your jaw, his touch gentle as he keeps your attention solely on him.

“Not letting you out of that bed ‘til I knock you up.” He murmurs as his thumb traces the line of your bottom lip. You draw in a shuddering breath, your pupils blown out as you look up at him with an expression he knows all too well. All tender, lush with softness and submission. “Everyone will know exactly who you fuckin’ belong to with my baby growing in your belly.”

Your eyes flutter shut, a vain attempt to steady yourself. “Javi…”

“Yeah?” He whispers. “What do you think?”

“I think…” You lock eyes with his. “I think you need to take me home. Now.”

A thrill surges through him. He couldn’t get you out of there faster, even if he tried.

The front door barely closes before you kick off your heels and take off toward the bedroom. Adrenaline rushes through you at the sound of Javier hot on your tail. Your laughter echoes through the hall as he chases you down. The bedroom is just in your sight when you feel his arms wrap around your waist and he yanks you up off of your feet - just to prove that he can. Picture frames rattle against the wall where he pushes you up against it. He shoves his thigh between your legs and the pressure against your aching cunt sends pleasure arcing up your spine. The kiss he gives you is hot and frenzied, searing pure desire into your skin.

You don’t hesitate to grab a handful of his hair, which has finally grown out enough to show off those pretty curls you adore. Javier moans and that deep, rich rumble sends you into overdrive. You grind against his thigh, the thin cotton of your underwear all that separates you from the friction you truly crave. A sharp nip of his teeth against your lower lip makes you gasp but he soothes you with a skillful swipe of his tongue.

He breaks the kiss, only to gift his attention to the long line of your throat. The blunt edge of his teeth digs into the place where your neck and shoulder meet. You know there will be a mess of marks all over your skin at this rate, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. Not when you know that you will bear an indisputable mark of his claim soon enough. Heat courses through you at the thought. Javier finally relents and leans back to take in his handiwork, seeming satisfied with the latest hickey on your throat. Your hand absentmindedly strokes the mark he just left and his eyes track the movement, a smirk growing on his handsome face.

“Don’t worry, baby.” He murmurs. “I’m only getting started.”

The grip he has on your waist is bruising as he walks you back toward the bed. You let yourself get lost in the way he manhandles you onto the bed, your thighs spread to welcome his body between them. The image of him standing over you is breathtaking - the fire burning in his eyes, the kiss-bitten quality to his lips, the flush that has overtaken his neck and chest. You don’t get long to admire him before he falls to his knees and pushes the skirt of your dress up to your waist. He yanks you closer to the edge of the mattress and a startled sound comes from you - but it melts away into a moan as he tongues your cunt over your soaked panties.

“Fuck,” You sigh, your hand snaking down to bury in his hair. Instinct drives your hips to buck up into that sinful mouth and Javier rewards you with an eager groan. The telltale pop of seams meets your ears a mere millisecond before your husband tears through the lace underwear you wore just for him. You gasp, your fingers tightening in his hair. “What the fuck are you - oh, fuck.”

“Gotta get you nice and ready for my cock, amor.” He murmurs.

The wet heat of his mouth against your bare cunt steals the fight right out from under you. He doesn’t falter as your thighs wrap around his head - in fact, it only encourages him. He eats you out like a man starved, like your dripping cunt is the only sustenance he could ever need. If you weren’t so strung out on pleasure, you would be embarrassed by the sounds he pulls from your body - wet, desperate, filthy sounds. His tongue circles over your clit in steady strokes that have you shivering with white-hot pleasure.

You can’t resist the temptation to look at him. Those dark eyes gleam at you from between your thighs, feverish with lust. Two thick fingers slip inside you and hook upwards, finding that sweet spot with practiced ease. A violent shudder rocks through your body as he drives you closer and closer to that edge. He needs it almost as much as you do - you know just from the glint in his eyes. Pure hunger, pure devotion. He moans in encouragement as you grind into his touch, easily rocking in sync with your movements. You can practically read the words running through his head.

C’mon, sweet thing. Let go. Come for me.

That ever-tightening coil in your belly finally snaps. Every nerve ending lights up with the pleasure that surges through you, leaving you a trembling, whining mess beneath him. Little sparks flicker through your core with every lingering caress of his fingers and lick of his tongue. It isn’t until you push his head away that he finally relents. You sink into the shivery haze of it all, the weightless, floating feeling he always brings out in you. Bliss surrounds you in every gentle stroke of his fingers and sweet praise that leaves his lips.

Javier’s hands deftly unzip the back of your dress and slip it from your body, your bra quickly following it onto the floor. You shiver at the chill of the air against your sweat-slick skin, but he’s quick to remedy that. You swear your husband burns hotter than a damn furnace, but you welcome the heat of his bare skin against yours. He showers you with attention as you come down. Messy kisses leave wet marks along your chest and throat. His warm hands wander and squeeze at your thighs and waist - any soft, supple flesh he can get his greedy hands on.

His fingers nudge your jaw up and he captures your lips in a lazy kiss, all tongue and sweetness. It’s too easy to get lost in the heat of it - the easy caress of his tongue, the grip of his fingers holding you right where he wants you, the rough brush of his stubble. He steals the breath from your lungs and breathes life back into you in the same second. Intoxicating - that’s the only way you can describe the attention he gives you. Need still thrums through you, even with the sensitivity still pulsing through your body.

Javier groans as you pull his body flush against yours, the heavy weight of his cock resting between your thighs. He pulls back and takes in the sight of his cock gliding along your slick cunt. He’s transfixed as he slowly thrusts against you, those big hands palming your ass eagerly. The head of his cock nudges your clit and you whine, your body jerking with the overstimulation.

“Shh, I got you, baby,” He murmurs, his voice low and rough with lust. Anticipation sings in your veins, only to be dashed as he keeps rocking his hips at a devastatingly slow pace. Your voice breaks around his name, every ounce of need bled into your tone, but Javier just smirks down at you. He squeezes the soft flesh of your thighs. “Use your words, baby.”

“Fuck, please” Heat rushes to your cheeks and floods your core at his teasing words. Javier shakes his head and tuts at you, unmoving in his ploy to get exactly what he wants. Your teeth tug at the soft pillow of your bottom lip before soothing the mark with a careful swipe of your tongue. His gaze follows the movement, his own lips parting as he takes you in. You take advantage of the distraction with ease. Those deep eyes flit back to your own as your fingers brush his cheek. The touch draws him closer, his nose nearly brushing yours.

“Put a baby in me. Let me make you a daddy.”

An animalistic sound leaves Javier’s chest, something rough and feral and promising. Javier sinks into the slick heat of your cunt in one easy thrust, not stopping until his cock presses snugly against your cervix. It damn near drives you crazy - the stretch, the stimulation, the pleasure-pain of almost too much. Your hips jerk, your body instinctively pulling away from the overstimulation.

“Where do you think you’re going, huh?” Javier grits out as his hands take a firm grip on your waist, holding you in place as he presses even deeper. The whine that leaves you feels pathetic but you can’t help it. Not when he’s so fucking deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach. “No running, mama. You’re gettin’ what you begged for.”

The words that hang at the tip of your tongue disappear as he pulls back a few inches only to fill you all over again. Your nails find purchase in the taut muscle of his shoulders as he sets a devastatingly languid pace. He retreats just enough for you to feel the loss before he sinks as deep as your body can take him. Every thrust forces a broken sound from your lips, sounds that only encourage him to take you apart piece by piece.

Pleasure scorches your belly, reignited into an uncontrollable blaze under your husband’s tender hands. It hurts so good - you can’t help but cling to him and roll your hips in time with his. You meet him touch for touch. He pushes, you pull. He gives, you take - and take and take and take. It only fuels his need to take you apart that much more. His hands slip to the small of your back and curve your ass up at that perfect angle to make you see stars.

“Too much, too much - fuck, Javi!” You babble through the onslaught.

“It’s not enough, baby,” Javier whispers. The wet heat of his mouth against your ear makes you shiver. “Can never get enough of you.”

The hard edge of his pelvis grinds against your sensitive clit and your body jolts under the rush of pleasure. Your body fights it, fights him, but your squirming is something he handles all too well. He pins you into the sheets with his weight, his thrusts devolving into sharp grinds that make you cry out beneath him. He can feel it in every pulse of your cunt.

“That’s it,” The low growl in his voice makes you tremble. “Come for me, little mama.”

Your eyes roll and your vision whites out as a second orgasm crashes over your body. It feels like something breaks - something gushing and hot and wet. You can hear the soft sounds of praise somewhere underneath the blood rushing in your ears. It isn’t until your double vision finally comes back together that you feel it - every hot pulse of his cock inside of you, intensified by the way your cunt milks him for every last drop.

You welcome the full weight of his body sinking into you. Javier buries his face in your neck with a soft grunt. Goosebumps follow every sloppy kiss he presses there, praise murmured between every pass of his lips. You don’t know just how long you lay there soaking it in but soon enough, the ache in your hips interrupts the bliss.

“Javi,” You nudge his hip with your knee but he doesn’t budge. “Javi,”

“Mm,” He grunts as he cranes his head back to take a look at you.

“M’ sore, baby. Gotta get up.” You murmur.

Javier drags himself off of you with a groan and before you can do more than flex your legs, he maneuvers you up onto the bed. You can’t help but chuckle as he gets you settled against the mountain of fluffy pillows and immediately crowds against you once more. You cradle his face in your hands and draw him closer, your nose brushing his. His lips part in a quiet sigh as his gaze flits over your face. A tender, aching devotion lays bare on his own. You can see it all - the pride, the wonder, the love. You card your fingers through his hair, pushing the dark, overgrown curls away from his pretty face. Javier kisses you soft and slow, a low hum of happiness rumbling through him.

Something warm and happy settles in your chest as he eases you onto your stomach and sets to work rubbing your shoulders and back. His thumbs dig into every knot he comes across, working you into a melted mess of happiness. He’s so good at taking care of you, your lovely husband. So thorough, so attentive. For the millionth time, you’re struck by how lucky you are. You couldn’t imagine a better man to raise a family with.

“You’re going to be such an amazing dad, sweetheart.” You murmur drowsily. His hands pause where they were working at a particularly stubborn knot in your lower back. A deep breath shudders through him and suddenly, he’s straddling your thighs. His cock twitches against your ass and you wiggle against him despite your exhaustion. You can’t help but tease him. “Already, Javi? I don’t know…”

“Shh, just one more…” He murmurs, his voice dark and lusty as he manhandles you onto your stomach. He squeezes your thighs and moans low in his chest. “Let me do all the work, honey. Just one more and it’ll take, I know it…”

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orphicdreamers-wp · 4 months

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I want to send a request for the umich boys. So every Sunday they have a “family dinner” where the friend group comes over with their girlfriends and they make an actual good dinner every Sunday night. Readers cooking and her boyfriend rutger gets handsy, so they sneak away and come back just in time for dinner, and just in time for the boys to tease rut about the hickeys on his neck

Get Your Lovin On — Rutger McGroarty

Summary: In which your boyfriend gets handsy while you guys are cooking

Content Warning; mild suggestive content(making out & hickeys), cussing, established relationships, UMich hockey players teasing Rutger & Reader

Pairing; Fem Reader x Rutger McGroarty

A soft laugh left your lips as your boyfriend placed a kiss on your bare shoulder, “Rut, we’re cooking.” Rutger placed his hands on your hips, “Well how am I supposed to focus when you look so pretty?” You hummed, “Tell you what, finish your task of cutting bread for garlic bread while I finish checking this lasagna and we’ll talk then.” Rutger grinned as he pressed a kiss against your lips, “Yes ma’am.” You grinned to yourself as your boyfriend returned to the other side of the kitchen and went back to the task in front of him.

You had turned lasagna and put it back in the oven, setting a timer in 45 minutes to take it out, when you approached your boyfriend and wrapped your arms around his waist, “So how about we go talk? In your room.” Rutger smiled widely, “I’ll meet you up there.” You grinned as you walked out of the kitchen. Luca munched on a handful on grapes as he watched you whisper something in his friends ear and then magically you both left the kitchen.

The moment your boyfriend entered his room your lips were interlocked. Your hands found their way to Rutger’s hair like they always did. His lips lightly sucking at your neck eliciting a soft breathy sigh to leave your lips, “Rut, as much as I love this, all our friends are here. So we can’t do anything more than this.” Rutger looked up at you and smiled, “This is all I need. To be in my girlfriends arms.”

You smiled, “Keep talking like that and you might be getting lucky when they’re all gone.” Rutger grinned, “You say that like I shouldn’t be excited.” You grinned as your lips attached to your boyfriend’s neck. Leaving small hickey’s across the base of his neck. Rutger let out a breathy sigh as he nuzzled his head into you chest. You grinned at your boyfriend as you laid your head against his pillows, “What’s going on in your head pretty boy?”

Rutger shook his head as he traced shapes on your bare arm wrapped around him, “Just thinking about how lucky I am to be with you. Sometimes I think about how crazy it is that your with me.” You furrowed an eyebrow as you sat up crossing your legs over each other, “Why’s that so crazy Rut?” Rutger blew out a breath, “Your perfect, your kind, smart, hilarious, the easy going person I’ve ever met, you have an energy that people gravitate towards. Also your the most stunning person in the world. And I’m just me.”

You smiled at your boyfriend, “I think you are the most amazing person I know, your considerate to everyone, your extremely kind you’d give the shirt on your back to a stranger if you thought they needed it, you are the most reassuring person I know. You say things that make me melt into a puddle because of how sweet you are. You have the prettiest eyes I have ever seen. Your laugh makes me feel so safe, and the way your looking at me right now, makes me feel like I’m the only person in the world. I don’t know who I’d be without you.” Rutger grinned as he placed a soft peck against your lips.

Rutger sighed as he melted into you, “We should probably head back out there now. Before they get any ideas.” You laughed, “I’ll be right down. I just wanna fix my hair.” Rutger nodded as he kissed you and headed out of his room. You walked into the bathroom he and Ethan shared and ran your fingers through your hair straightening it. You did your best to cover the hickey’s that were prominent across your collarbone. You made your way to the dining room where Ethan and Mark where prancing around in matching aprons Luca had bought them as a gag gift for Christmas. The two boys were tasked with bringing all the food to the table from the kitchen.

You slid into your seat in between Rutger and Ashley, Mark’s girlfriend. Luca sat directly across from Rutger with a smug smirk on his face upon seeing Rutger leaving his bedroom adjusting the collar to his shirt. You guys sat around the table laughing over whatever had happened in the week since you all had dinner together. You had been reaching out to grab your cup when your hair fell to the side revealing the growing purple hickey on your neck, it was only visible to Ashley and Luca, who both decided to say nothing even though they had both noticed.

You and Ashley were engrossed in a conversation about the professor in your shared public relations lecture. Rutger had thrown his head back as he burst into laughter. Luca grinned to himself as the hickey’s planted across Rutger’s neck was now visible to not just him but the entire group, “So that’s where you snuck off to Rut.” Your eyes immediately widened as Ethan walked over to your boyfriend and pulled his shirt away from his neck, “Damn Y/N you sure do mark what’s yours. Mark look at this!”

At the call from his best friend Mark waltzed over and tried to bite back a laugh, “Hold on she has some too.” Ashley moved your hair to the side revealing the maybe two hickey’s on your neck compared to the many on your boyfriend’s neck. Mark burst out laughing, “I knew Y/N had the power behind closed doors.” Your face was beat red as your boyfriend and you burst into laughter. You jokingly smacked Rutger’s arm, “We need to get our own place.” Rutger nodded, “Agreed.”

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herrscherofinsanity · 5 months

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Dating Advice with Jimin!

Summary: Being new to the dating world, Minjeong turns to her fellow members for advice.

Fluff? Crack?

Yu Jimin x 5th member!reader

Word count: 1.4k

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“Okay, watch this! I’ve totally got it this time!” Jimin exclaimed cheerfully, a goofy grin spread across her face.

You gave Jimin an encouraging smile, beside you, Aeri made sure to have her phone camera ready to record what would probably be the leader’s hundredth failed attempt.

Jimin, once again, threw a pretzel in the air and made a move to catch it with her mouth. You all sat there quietly, curious to see if she would really get it this time.

“Aw, damn…” Jimin groaned. The pretzel had landed on her right cheek and then proceeded to fall off onto the floor… joining the other pretzels that had been victims of the leader’s silly antics.

“Wow, Jimin, you truly suck”, Aeri deadpanned, making Ning let out the loudest laugh, it even pulled a giggle out of you, which you tried to cover up with a cough when the leader turned to glare at you.

“You’re laughing at me too, y/n?” Jimin pouted, “I thought at least you would be on my side”.

“I mean-”

“Unnie, y/n might be in love with you, but that doesn’t mean she’s blind”, Ning said with a laugh.

Aeri threw her head back, letting out what Jimin could only describe as an evil cackle, “Oh Ning, I’ve taught you well”.

“y/n…” Jimin whined, your girlfriend sent you a pleading look. You chuckled, walking over to where your girlfriend was sitting. Once you were close enough, you leaned in, placing a kiss right where the last pretzel had landed.

“Feeling better?” you whispered.

Jimin hummed, a pleased look on her face.

Right before Aeri could come up with a way to tease the two of you, the front door to the dorm had burst open, a flushed Minjeong making her way onto the living room.

“You good?” Ning asked.

“No” Minjeong scanned the room before elaborating. She took notice of how you and Jimin were chilling on the floor, Ning sat right across the two of you, and Aeri looked over all of you up on the couch. “Good thing the couple is here, I need advice”.

“We live here…? Where else would we be?” Jimin stated, you softly hit her leg at the slight jab, turning towards Minjeong and encouraging her to continue.

“What is it that you need, Minjeongie?” you expressed in the sweetest tone you could muster, Jimin turned towards you with suspicion written on her features.

“Okay” Minjeong paused, trying to gather her thoughts. “How do I get a girl to talk to me without making it look like I’m trying too hard?”.

Before either Jimin or you could come up with something, Aeri snorted. “What makes you think those two can help you with that?”.

“Who came onto who? I forgot.” Ning asked.

“Jimin asked me out”, you shrugged, “she’s probably the better suited person to answer that question”.

Your girlfriend nodded, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “That’s easy. Just hit her with some type of non-lethal object and pretend it was an accident, she’ll think you��re cute.”

As the silence stretched, everyone's gaze gravitated toward Jimin, confusion deepening with each passing moment.

“I can’t believe I’m going to say this” Minjeong began, “but Aeri unnie was right, you really suck, Jimin unnie”. Aeri and Ning laughed at Minjeong’s comment, the young leader rolled her eyes, but you remained quiet, mulling over Jimin’s words.

“You girls are laughing, but it worked for me” Jimin shrugged, a smirk present on her face as she wrapped her arms around you for further emphasis, making it your turn to roll your eyes.

The leader’s statement made all of the members turn their heads towards you. You felt your face heating up, not liking where this was going.

“Is that how the two of you met?” Aeri asked incredulously.

“It all happened back when we were trainees” you began, trying to remain cool “I was minding my own business when suddenly a shoe collided with my head…”.

“There’s no way…” Ning said.

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The rhythmic hum of the practice room's fluorescent lights cast a soft glow on the worn-out floor. You, a trainee lost in the pursuit of perfection, were diligently practicing your dance routine, unaware that your life was about to take a whimsical turn.

Jimin, the spirited yet mischievous trainee known for her infectious laughter, watched from the doorway. She'd noticed you, your dedication evident in every move, and an impromptu idea sparked in her mind.

Determined to break the monotony of the routine, Jimin glanced around the room, searching for a way to capture your attention. Her eyes landed on her own pair of well-worn practice shoes, and a mischievous grin spread across her face.

Without a second thought, she plucked one of her shoes from her bag and, with the precision of a seasoned pitcher, hurled it towards the room's interior, aiming directly at you. The shoe sailed through the air with surprising accuracy, catching you off guard as it collided with your head.

For a brief moment, the practice room fell silent, the shoe's unexpected impact echoing in the space. You turned, a mix of surprise and confusion on your face, searching for the source of the unexpected interruption.

There, at the doorway, stood Jimin, attempting to look innocent despite the playful spark in her eyes. "Oops," she said, feigning innocence. "My bad."

A ripple of laughter spread through the room, a mixture of Jimin's infectious chuckles and the bewildered reactions of the other trainees who had witnessed the unconventional spectacle.

Despite the initial shock, you couldn't help but chuckle at the audacity of the shoe-throwing incident. Jimin's goofy grin and unapologetic demeanor broke through the seriousness of the practice session, injecting a burst of spontaneity into the whole thing.

Jimin approached you, her laughter contagious. "I thought I'd try something different to get your attention."

"Well, you certainly succeeded," you replied, a bemused smile playing on your lips.

Little did you know, in that whimsical moment, a connection had been forged—one that would grow beyond the confines of a practice room and blossom into a unique love story. The playful shoe-throwing incident became the catalyst for a romance that defied convention, and as Jimin flashed her trademark grin, you couldn't help but feel that the universe had conspired to bring the two of you together in the most unexpected way.

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The room fell into a hush as you shared the unexpected origin story of your relationship with Jimin. The members exchanged wide-eyed glances, their disbelief evident.

"I was busy trying to nail the new choreo, lost in my own world," you continued, a nostalgic smile tugging at your lips. "Out of nowhere, a shoe—Jimin's shoe—comes flying at me. It hit me right on the head."

Ning let out a burst of laughter. "You've got to be kidding me."

Jimin, however, wore an unapologetic grin, seemingly proud of her unconventional approach. "Hey, it got her attention, didn't it?"

Aeri leaned forward, her eyes narrowing in amusement. "And then what happened? Did she throw a pretzel at you to seal the deal?"

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Not exactly. But it did catch me off guard, and when I turned around, there she was, trying to act all innocent."

"Wait, so you hit on her because you threw a shoe at her?" Minjeong asked, a mixture of bewilderment and amusement on her face.

Jimin nodded, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Sometimes, you've got to make an impression."

"That's... surprisingly effective?" Aeri mused, looking at Jimin as if she'd just unlocked the secret to dating.

Ning leaned back, still processing the revelation. "So, all this time, we've been making fun of Jimin unnie's cheesy attempts, and it turns out, it worked for her."

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but Jimin unnie might be onto something," Minjeong admitted, a hint of resignation in her tone.

The room erupted into laughter, and Jimin basked in the unexpected approval of her unorthodox approach to romance. You, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel a fond warmth at the memory of that peculiar encounter, the shoe-throwing incident that had sparked the beginning of your love story.

As the laughter subsided, Minjeong wiped away tears of amusement. "Alright, Jimin unnie, I'll give it a shot. A non-lethal object, you said?"

Jimin grinned, eager to share her unconventional wisdom. "Exactly. Just make sure it's something harmless, and when she least expects it. It's all about making an unforgettable first impression."

Encouraged by Jimin's advice, Minjeong contemplated her approach, the room buzzing with renewed energy. Little did she know, a single, seemingly innocent question about dating advice had set in motion a chain of laughter, revelations, and a peculiar romance that had stood the test of time—all thanks to a shoe thrown in the name of love.

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A/N: Hi, hello! Med school might be the death of me one of these days but meanwhile, I'm still here. I've been so busy lately, but I still wanted to give you guys something. I had written the major part of this a while ago, but I didn't have enough time to properly finish it until now. I hope you guys enjoy it, and we'll see each other again when I have enough time.

Also, Jessica Jung and Taeyeon finally had comebacks, life's so so good right now.

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navybrat817 · 1 year

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Prelude to a Kiss

Pairings: Camboy!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Camboy!Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers Summary: A chance encounter with two handsome men at a bookstore brings some much needed excitement to your normal routine. Word Count: Over 2.3k Warnings: F/lirting, slight insecurity if you squint, slight feels (it's me), pet name, Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers being both gentlemen and menaces (they're warnings, okay?). A/N: Welcome to my Showtime AU! Excited to share my first "actual" Stucky x Reader AU and for our reader to come into her own. ❤️ Beta read by the wonderful @whisperlullaby , but any and all mistakes are my own. Thanks to @sgt-seabass, @rookthorne, and @targaryenvampireslayer for letting me scream about this introduction. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It was a normal afternoon when you went into the bookstore, the familiar quiet greeting you as the door shut. You ventured into the shop every couple of weeks to find new books to read. The man behind the desk didn't bother to lift his head long enough from his phone to greet you. You would think after your first few visits he'd at least offer you a smile or suggestion, but he never did. You were used to guys not giving you much attention.

Too ordinary to stand out, I guess.

No, you wouldn't think of yourself that way. Just because most guys tended to gravitate toward your friends instead of you didn't mean anything was wrong with you. The right person would come along and take notice.

"I am a catch," you whispered to yourself as you walked through the shelves.

And a bit lonely.

Your phone dinged before you could dwell on that thought, smiling as your best friend's name popped up. It faded quickly when you read her message. The two of you had a dinner date, but the new guy she was seeing had tickets to some show. You understood. You really did.

Except you were the friend who always seemed to get ditched when a guy came along.

"Have fun!" you sent back. "We'll catch up later."

At least you could get a jump start on a new book and curl up on the couch for the evening. Like you did most nights. Lather, rinse, repeat. When did your life become so monotonous?

"Romance it is," you mumbled as you reached for a blue book on the shelf.

You turned it over to read the blurb on the back, a small smile on your face as you walked down the aisle. From the simpering heroines to feisty protagonists, you enjoyed immersing yourself in the emotions that poured from the pages as the heroes fought to get their girls. Confident, broody, flirty, alluring, you loved them all and wondered if such men you read about existed.

"Oh!"

For a second, you thought you walked into one of the shelves before you realized you bumped into a person. A very large person who didn't budge, even as a couple of books fell to the ground. You dropped to the floor immediately to retrieve them. Why hadn't you been paying attention?

"Oh, my god. I'm so sorry," you said as the guy crouched down to help.

"Nothing to be sorry about," he said, his velvety voice making you lift your head.

In front of you was one of the most handsome men you had ever seen. Long, brown hair, close to his shoulders, framed his face and your mouth went dry as you found yourself staring into his bright blue eyes. You couldn't help but notice the smile on his face as he offered you his hand and effortlessly pulled you to your feet, your cheeks hot as he steadied you. He took up more than half the aisle with his muscular frame and you knew then that a god existed among men.

Like he stepped right out of one of these novels.

"I-I'm sorry," you said again, your gaze going to his hands as he fixed the stack of books he was carrying. "I should've been paying attention to where I was going."

"It's okay," he smiled, looking you up and down with a slow and steady gaze. "You can bump into me again if you want. I don't mind."

You nearly dropped the book in your own hand as you stepped back, his smile shifting to a smirk. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was flirting with you. That couldn't be the case though.

"Oh, you are fucking adorable," he said in a low voice, quickly looking behind him. "Stevie, get over here. Found something special."

"What did you find?" The deep timbre that rang out made your knees weak.

You let out a shaky breath when an Adonis walked around the corner. Just as large as the brunette, but with shorter blonde hair, a smile didn't reach his brilliant blue eyes as he strode over. Instead of light scruff like the man you bumped into, he donned a trimmed beard. He had to shift just to fit beside his friend and you nearly shrank under his gaze. You tried not to openly gape, not knowing which one of them to concentrate on.

So, two gods among men. Like something out of a wet dream. Do I look at the veins in their arms? Do I stare at their chests? How do they even fit in their shirts? Did they purposely choose something that matched their eyes?

The brunette smirked again and gave a single nod toward you. "This precious gem here bumped into me."

You nearly melted to the floor as heat rushed to your face again. The pet name had your head spinning. Or maybe it was the intoxicating scent of their cologne. "It was an accident and I apologized."

The blonde softly smiled at that, but his eyes held a spark of mischief. "I'm sure it was, but I know Buck is not sorry that you bumped into him."

"Not sorry at all," he confirmed.

You shifted your weight and wondered if the bookstore was always so hot or if it was just them. Your skin heated up more under your clothes and your heart beat faster under their attention. Part of you wished you had a bottle of water to dump over your head and cool off. You didn't even want to think about being sandwiched between them because your legs would likely give out.

"Buck and Stevie?" you asked.

"That's what we call each other. I'm Bucky and that's Steve," the brunette smiled, nodding to the blonde. "Can call us Sarge and Cap if you want."

You couldn't put your finger on it, but something about them seemed familiar. Like you had either seen them somewhere or heard of them in passing, but that couldn't be the case. No, you would have remembered them.

Men like them were unforgettable.

"It's nice to meet you," Steve said, giving you an expectant look.

You told them your name after a second and you hoped you didn't look weird when you blinked a few times. You were trying to make sure you were awake and not dreaming. Because who bumped into two gorgeous men like this in a bookstore? That wasn't your life.

Except, today, it was.

“I really should have been looking where I was going. I mean, you're not hard to miss," you said, doing your best not to ogle at Bucky. "Neither of you are. I mean that in a good way."

"You aren't hard to miss either. I also mean that in a good way," Bucky smiled.

"I agree," Steve said, his eyes sweeping over you before you glanced at yourself.

You wondered what they saw exactly. It wasn't that you looked bad. You always left your place with confidence in your appearance. You just weren't used to most guys looking anymore.

Or maybe, just maybe, some are and I'm the one who isn't paying attention.

Bucky gently pried the book from your hand, his fingers lingering against yours. "And I'd like to pay for that."

"Oh, no. You don't have to," you argued as he added the book to his pile.

You noticed then that he held a couple of science books while Steve had novels on art. It intrigued you as both were fascinating subjects in their own way. You had a feeling both of them were the same way: captivating, wondrous, and deep.

"I want to."

"A gentleman would ask to get her a drink, too," Steve teased.

"I don't know if I'm a gentleman," Bucky mused as he looked at you. "But I would also like you to have a drink with us. Then I'll accept your apology."

What would the sassy heroine say in this situation?

"I-" you almost sputtered.

Not that.

"Now you're just being mean, Buck. It was an accident and she apologized," Steve chastised, but he smiled at you.

"I'm not," Bucky swore, clutching his chest with one hand. "Hurts right here where you bumped me. A drink with you would make us both feel all better."

Steve regarded you carefully. "Unless you have a boyfriend you need to get back to. Or girlfriend."

You couldn't help licking your lips, not knowing just how enticing the gesture was. It was dizzying to be on the receiving end of their stares again, yet you couldn't tear your eyes away as you looked between them. Was it wrong to enjoy the attention these strangers were giving you?

"No, I'm not seeing anyone," you said.

And no rings on their fingers, but no way can they be single.

Instead of turning to walk the other way, Bucky moved forward and bent his head. "Lucky us," he whispered against your ear before he brushed past you. "Mmm. You smell sweet. Like flowers," he added over his shoulder.

You bit back a whine before Steve gave you an assuring smile. You admitted to yourself earlier that you were lonely. Had you sent out some sort of vibe to the universe to get them to talk to you? Or did you manifest them into existence?

"I hope we aren't making you uncomfortable. Buck can come on a little strong when he sees something he wants," Steve said as he gently put a hand on your back to guide you. "Though I can't say I blame him in this case."

“No, it’s okay. He seems nice," you said, smiling to yourself at the compliment. "Even if he needs a drink to accept an apology.”

Steve's chuckle had you shivering as you made your way to the front of the store. "A drink he plans to pay for along with your book," he said, adding his small stack to the pile on the desk.

Standing behind them was a mistake as your gaze went right to their asses. You wondered if your friends would believe you if you told them about the two perfect specimens who could be models if they wanted to. Maybe they were since you had no clue what they did.

Stop staring. Don't think about grabbing their asses. Did they paint their jeans on? God, I need to get laid.

As if Bucky knew you were looking, he glanced over his shoulder and winked. You averted your gaze after that. He was clearly the more playful of the two, but something in his eyes told you he was a man you should take seriously. And Steve? You didn't ever want to be on the receiving end of upsetting or disappointing him.

Not like I'll ever find out. They're not actually taking me for a drink. They'll go their way and I'll go mine.

Bucky thanked the cashier before he turned and handed you your book with a card on top. "Stevie and I are gonna grab a drink at The Howling Commandos in a half hour if you wanna join us. It's just around the corner," he explained as you moved away from the counter. "If not, there are our numbers if you ever wanna chat. Just spare me the heartache and wait 'til we leave before you throw it out."

You curiously ran a finger over the card. It had both Bucky and Steve's names on them, but no business listed. It intrigued you even more now.

Who are you two?

"Thank you for buying my book. You really didn't have to do that," you said, touched that he was kind enough to do that. "And I'm not going to throw your card out."

No one in their right mind would do something like that.

"Thank you. I would've had to listen to him whine all night," Steve said, nudging his friend.

"Not all night. Most of it," Bucky teased. "And it was nothing. Does that mean you'll join us for a drink?" he added, his tone casual, but his gaze hopeful.

I would let you both devour me and I wouldn't object.

"You're really asking me?"

"Yeah, we are," Steve answered, his gaze almost as soft as Bucky's.

You wondered if it was a good idea. As charming as they were, you didn't know them. They didn't give you bad vibes though or the impression that they were playing a prank. Your gut told you to take a chance. Because your couch and books would always be there, but how many opportunities like this would you get?

Maybe they see that I'm a catch. And if it's just a drink and nothing more, it's nice to make new friends.

"I'll join you," you replied, your heart racing when they both smiled. It gave you the boost of confidence to flirt back a little. "If only to spare your feelings."

Both of their eyebrows shot up when you giggled and you took great pleasure in them laughing with you, like the three of you were sharing a private joke.

"Careful, little gem," Bucky smiled as he held the door open for you. "You might just make us fall in love."

"Might?" Steve smiled as they headed out, too. "Oh, I'm looking forward to it."

You managed not to stumble onto the sidewalk at their words. They were just being charming. It had to be. God, they were lethal.

How am I going to survive having drinks with them if they keep flirting like that?

"See you in thirty minutes," you said as you regained your composure.

"Don't be late."

"Otherwise Steve will have to punish you," Bucky winked before they turned and walked away, leaving you awestruck where you stood.

Welp. There go my panties.

So, how long before it takes them to ruin you? And how long before you find out what they do for a living? Hehe. Love and thanks for reading! 💙

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bowieandqueen11 · 4 months

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Buggy Falling In Love With You Would Include...

Request: hi there~ would it be possible to get buggy x reader headcanons of their time growing from friends to lovers? buggy is completely thrown for a loop when it comes to reader because they're polar opposites, but he grows to love how genuinely nice she is. she's able to bring out a more softer side of himself, which terrifies and frustrates him, but eventually buggy learns to accept it.

P.S. good luck on your surgery! i'll be wishing you a speedy recovery!

I genuinely love this clown way too much like Jeff Ward had no right to look as good in this role for real - also thank you so much sweetie!! I'm very nervous right now but getting back into writing such sweet requests is helping :3

Warning: slightly NSFW although nothing explicit, mentions of knives and cannons and slightly strong language!

(I do not own One Piece or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @goodsirs.)

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Look, I love this man, but he is a full on idiot. He would not deal with these emotions well. Perhaps it was because of the thorn Shanks had left in his side that he refused to allow his heart to entrust itself into someone else's hands again: to be left disappointed once again. Perhaps, it was even the deep rooted, long-suffering repressed fear that he would lose you; the life of a pirate was an ugly one, full of bloodshed and tenuous treaties. Of a life lived from moment to moment, of foiled plans and devastating lows. There was no place for kindness, or selflessness, or care. Tenderness. The last time he had left himself concern for another flood his brain, he had been left bawling in front of Gol D. Roger's execution tower. He vowed then, he vowed that he would never allow himself to feel that weakness for another person again.

Tenderness. Yuck. Even the word still made him shiver in his boots.

And then you had to come along, and ruin every. single. one. of his incredibly well thought out plans. He was going to be King of the Pirates. He was going to kill that little Strawhat brat and take back his map to the Grand Line. And he wasn't, most definitely not, going to fall head over heels in love with you.

Speaking of, your entire relationship didn't exactly get off to a great start; during the practice for the Grand Entry of performers into the ring, Buggy was far too busy glancing his eyes sideways to notice where he was walking. He was far, far too busy trying to swipe the dopey look of his usually stony face, replacing it with a melodramatic frown as he tried to figure out, why oh why, his heart was striking his chest in tune to the marching band every time he dared steal a look in your direction. Far, far too busy growing more and more petrified about how stifling a presence you had on the tent as a whole, that this man dead-ass hit the toe of his boot off the striped edge of the ring and fell arse over teakettle into the sand. It would have maybe... *maybe* been a little less mortifying for Buggy if you hadn't rushed over to help him while he was trying to spit out grains of sand and smudged lipstick from his tongue with a disgusted splutter. The absolute derision in his curled fist as he swung his head away from your offering hand was the final blow to his already delicate pride.

You were getting in the way, and it was starting to infuriate the clamorous clown.

As soon as you would enter the tent, every crew member's head would swivel round towards you like five seesawing spotlights. Being so kind and attentive to the different members of the crew and their varying personalities: dreams, fears and wants, it seemed only natural that each member would gravitate towards you. Plus, it was an added bonus dumping their ropes and wonkily written cue cards to instead lumber over to your corner and escape Buggy's rant about the 'brightness of the spotlight being so dark it would make the sun look black!'

Since this man is genuinely such an attention hoe (mood), seeing everyone completely turn their asses to him and ignore every stamp of his foot and seething word from his curled lips would immediately set him firmly on edge. Queue the theatrical man folding his arms and huffing like a steam boat when he watches Cabaji offer you his hand to stop you from falling over some scattered wrist chains still left on the floor after the Buggy Pirates' last village destruction.

Buggy snaps everyone back to work with a brusk yell, the sound of your giggle as another member of the crew shows you how to use the red flares tipping his anger straight over into the abyss. His teeth grind harshly enough to leave a trail of dust behind his feet as he slaps the tent flaps open; he immediately flops down on one of the stacked crates by the entrance, thumping his head onto his folded arms as he tries to calm himself down. He swats everyone that comes his way away, pretending he's busy counting how many knives he has left stored away so he could bury his head into the wood and hope that no one would notice how devastated he looked.

The worst part of it all? Buggy, if he was being truly honest with himself, was unsure if he was so jealous over you stealing the spotlight, or by the way his whole body had bristled seeing you place your fingers so delicately against a palm that wasn't his.

Bless your heart, you make it a point to try and cheer him up the next chance you get, feeling so guilty about the fact that his whole face was nearly as red as his nose for the entire day, and he refused to enter the tent again. Once you're all safely back on the Big Top, you try your damn hardest to try and soften the captain to you a bit: or even better, to try and figure out why he seemed so antagonised by you. It was exceptionally hard: when you waved to him on the deck, Buggy's eyes fell as wide as saucers as he nearly fell to the ground trying to duck down behind Mohji, waddling away behind him like a duck. Or you would try and knock on his quarters' door, only to see an arm... and then a leg... and then the stupid man's grimacing head fly past the port windows and out of his room. One time, as you were heading down to the galley, you swore you heard a gaudy exhale and a sigh of relief come from one of the shaking barrels up by the railings.

This man was a tough shell to crack, but you were determined to finally win the great Pirate Buggy over.

After about three days of constantly trying, you managed to make him yell and nearly jump out of his coat up on the deck; he swivelled round when he felt a soft triple tap on his shoulder, and there you stood: hands tucked nervously behind your back, a kind smile brightening your face as you noticed him gaping at you.

'Good morning, Captain Buggy!', you swing a little from side to side, noticing the thick swallow he gave at the sound of your voice. Did he really despise you so much, that just four simple words could make the bile rise in his throat?

Inside, Buggy was burning. By all the seas, did the sound of your wind-rushing voice make him want to do nothing more than grab onto your face with an clad-iron grip and do nothing but kiss you silly until the saccharine saffron sun dawned. His gloves clenched at his sides, will-power winning out as he threw you a shit-eating grin and raised one leg comically, as if he were about to run over the edge of the ship.

'I'm a little busy right now Y/n. See?' He pointed a finger towards the ocean, and then held them up by his shoulders and shrugged.

'But-', you started, grabbing onto his collar and nearly toppling the man over with how shocked he was. 'I just wanted to ask you about your battle with the Golden Lion Pirates!'

His eyebrows raised, and his head tilted slowly to the side. 'You... you know about that?'

'Of course! That's why I joined your crew! Only a talented and clever pirate could have sailed with Gol D. Roger - that's why I respected you and your crew so much! And don't forget devilishly handsome!'

You... you respected him? Oh no. Oh no no no. This was worse than kindness. Far worse than tenderness. The words fall on short-circuiting ears: the branding pain of your fingers brushing over the bare skin on his wrist as you held tightly onto his sleeve forgotten as his brain worked overtime trying to figure out what you had just said. ...Handsome?

He cocks his head back to you, blinking rhythmically, as if he were a wound up spring toy rather than a man. But he looking at you: really looking at you for the first time. His face softened a little - the cracks finally beginning to show through his gaudy façade. As you reached up on your tippy toes to press a chaste kiss against the skull-and-crossbones lying over his left eyebrow, little could you know that no one had shown Buggy that much care since he was thirteen years old.

Oh noooo. He was falling in love with you, and it terrified him. But damn it all if he doesn't want to feel this flash of lightening strike through every nerve ending in his body every chance he got: if he didn't want to feel his breath stick in the back of his throat at the slightly sticky feel of your lips pulling away from his forehead. If he didn't want to be greedy, and steal away the flushed smile you gave him before scurrying off, hoarding it all for himself.

Buggy comes to practice his new jokes on you every chance he gets after that encounter, the feeling of being near you so addictive it almost swings round from love and back to annoyance again. He stands awkwardly at the swing door of the galley: a nervous shadow creeping around the fringes of your scintillating smile. Everyone on the crew just pretends they can't see him lmao, even when they can hear his impatient 'oh, come onnn' and 'how long does it take to eat a bologna sandwich?', moaning and muttering and spluttering from the corridor. Was it so hard for the poor man to get a minute *coincidentally* alone with you? Considering he had done nothing the last week but try and do the exact opposite oops Buggy I love you but you're a straight up histrionic dumbass-

He literally grabs people by the collar and hurls them out the door like a cannonball if they walk past him too slowly.

When he comes sliding up on the bench beside you, elbow on the table and head resting nonchalantly on his fist like a slipping squid nearly knocking itself into your torso head-first, you can't say you're too surprised by his antics. Bless, he looks so proud of himself for fooling you into thinking he was here so candidly that you can't help but giggle, which turns into rip-roaring laughs once he starts up his routine. Truth is, as he spends hours and hours telling you terrible, cheesy ass jokes, he just wants to hear your laughter. Wants to feel your knee knock against with each shake of your belly his until his whole body jolts. Wants to admire you up close, to mark down in the depths of his mind the way the corners of your eyes crinkle when you're especially happy.

He wants to outline it all in his head: memorise it, lay it out so it covered every inch and crevice and recesses of his vindictive brain. All he wanted in that moment, as you tried to choke back your laughter with a spluttering cough, was to frame the most important map he would ever find: the intricacies of you.

When he slaps his hand down on the table at a particularly rib-tickling crack, and you accidentally bring yours down to settle on top of his glove, he starts so suddenly you're worried he's going to start avoiding you again. And although he stops giggling, and although his face falls to gravely stare at your skin resting on top of the white leather, he surprises you both by twisting his hand so he could grip loosely onto the tips of your fingers. He's so embarrassed when you start knitting your pinky finger between his larger, slender one that he tucks his left hand between his knee and has to turn his head to face the wall, still trying to swallow down his pride and allow himself to indulge in that disgusting word... tenderness again.

One time, while you were pouring over some old maps the crew had stolen from a Marine base a couple of weeks ago, you absentmindedly reached over to where Buggy was sewing up his coat on the sand and began twirling the surprisingly soft strands of his hair between your fingers. Thank goodness the two of you were alone, because the uncomfortable tent that grew between his shuffling thighs, and the gasping splutters that blew out of his mouth mortified the clown to his core.

He was still getting used to all this. Just give him some time. And a whole lot of reassurance.

You're the only other person that Buggy will allow to sit on his make-shift throne. When your Captain had asked you to come help chart out a path to whichever small village you thought was best to steal restock supplies from, you imagined you'd be standing by his armrest like his right hand man does. Surprise surprise to the both of you when you end up nearly glowing, puffs of steam escaping both your ears by how maroon you both turned.

When he had faux-confidently clapped his knees and beckoned you over to him with a wave of his hand, he was only, like, 30% certain you would take him up on his offer. When you slid onto his lap, he was nearly as gobsmacked as you were. He tried, he really did - he tried to hide his curling smile and wonderstruck widening eyes behind your neck, but his warm breath grazing over your collar bone kept making you squirm. Which, of course, with each shove backwards of your hips, and well... your buttocks against his pelvis, he kept having to moan internally and grit his teeth to stop himself ripping off your clothes right there and then.

It really doesn't help that he starts tapping the heel of his boot against the floor as if to expel all of his nervous energy, making his knee bop up constantly against your inseam, making it hard for you to concentrate on anything but holding onto his forearm for dear life to try and settle yourself.

Buggy's own grip on the chair was tight enough to chip off wood when you shakily pulled the crumpled map out of your back pocket, the feeling of the back of your hand brushing innocently against his inner thigh making Buggy throw his head back and close his eye in intense concentration.

Oops, too bad you had to go back since you'd forgotten your compass; wrestling deeper into the pocket, your hand accidentally brushed over the most sensitive Buggy's crotch, making him buck his hips up and nearly sending you flying across the room.

It's when he gently places the side of his head against your cheek and reads almost absentmindedly over your shoulder, despite how hard he was pretending not to be breathlessly glancing at you through his thick lashes intently enough to burn a hole through the hull of the ship that you finally realise.

Oh. He doesn't hate me. He likes me.

His nose bumps against the edge of your Cupid's Bow, and you take a chance. You lean forward, both your breaths frozen as Buggy follows the trail of your lips until he goes almost cross-eyed, finally computing that you had just pressed a sweet kiss on his nose.

For a moment, he's stock still. He just gawks harshly at the inner seam of your bottom lip, as if lost adrift a tumultuous sea of thought. And then when I say this man pounces, I mean he pounces.

All the rest of the crew are too afraid to come in and disturb Buggy about the small three-manned boat encroaching on the horizon, though, because of the absolutely ringing, frantic noises coming out of Buggy's throne room.

Let's just say, although they were incredibly glad you brought out a softer, mushier side of their Captain, they all now had another problem on their hands: his raging protectiveness. Now, not only were they getting yelled at for messing up his entrances, they were getting honked at and prodded with his dismembered hand anytime someone dared to even look at you for a second too long.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 3𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄’𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌 || 𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖

important note: my face claim will be madison beer but you can imagine whoever you desire. also the songs mentioned are not all technically all madison’s i will be incorporating other songs from other artists.

all the pictures seen below are not mine, however they were edited by yours truly. credits to the owners.

the longest chapter I have written, hands down,, and I know you all have been waiting for this one 💕(let’s just all collectively ignore the elephant in the room) I also made this as fluffy as I can in preparation for the shit show that's about to happen in the next chapter ;)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Joe Burrow x Singer!Reader / Brief Ex!Jack Hughes x Singer!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Sometimes, you get things right the first time. Others, the second. But the third time, they say, is the charm.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cursing, paparazzi, media, fans, crowds, mentions of football injuries, tackling, mentions of ex, fluff, new relationship, tension, flirting, doubts, slight angst if you squint

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐍𝐇𝐋 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Tuesday

It was mocking you…

You stood face to face with a dilemma and all you could do was stare at the problem.

“Y/N! Stop glaring at your closet and put these on!” Y/BF/N yelled at you from your bedroom.

Removing yourself from the mess you created in front of you, you head over to your best friend who was holding up a black two piece number— the top was a black sleeveless button up vest, matching with black pants.

You asked Y/BF/N to quickly purchase some outfits with the help from your sales associate. Joe just asked you out to watch a UFC fight with him tonight and you just instantly panicked when you opened your closet— you had nothing appropriate to wear. You weren’t quite sure what ‘appropriate’ meant for a UFC fight but what you were sure about is that you had none of it, no matter how big ones closet is— it would simply not be enough.

You haven’t watched a single UFC fight to save your life— you aren’t a big fan of violence, you couldn’t even fathom watching a boxing match let alone MMA, but Joe is a huge fan so you couldn’t find yourself to say no. You and Joe have been spending more time together whenever you both can and you have been enjoying his company and that frightens you but you kept that worry out of your mind for the mean time— locked in a safe place in your head.

Your feelings for the blonde seems to grow even more now that you decided to acknowledge and act upon those feelings. You and Joe are not official, not yet at least but that doesn’t stop the both of you from acting like you were official— it seems to come naturally from the both of you, you just naturally gravitate towards each other.

Now wearing the outfit Y/BF/N brought, you looked at yourself at the huge mirror in your walk-in closet— the vest clinched your waist just perfectly while the pants offered a comfortable yet sophisticated look and feel to them, your eyes fell to your chest where a glimpse of your breast were seen.

Turning to your best friend who passed you a pair of black stilettos, you said, “Are you sure this is appropriate for a fight? Are the boobs too much?” adjusting your breast, making sure they won’t show too much.

“You look great! They don’t look too much at all, don’t be crazy.” Y/BF/N gave you a glance before giving you a matching black blazer in case it gets cold.

“Joe is gonna have to fight people off of you, Y/N!” She squeals as she dusted your outfit before helping you put your shoes on like she always does. It was as if you were Y/BF/N's personal Barbie doll she enjoys playing dress up with— you weren't complaining, not at all.

Joe texted you earlier saying that he will be picking you up 6 pm tonight, just an hour before the fight starts. Looking up at your wall clock you see that it’s currently 5:39 pm which means Joe will be arriving soon.

You circled your room, making sure that you didn’t leave anything behind and that everything you need was in your purse. Once you were satisfied with everything, you and Y/BF/N headed down to the living room to wait for Joe— you weren’t sure why you were so nervous, maybe it is because that tonight will be your first public appearance with Joe and you weren't quite sure how people are gonna react.

For the most part, both of your fans have been supportive about the idea. There were people who weren't so supportive— the naysayers who never really bothered you given your line of work, you were used to it by now; it goes in ear and out the other and as a professional athlete, Joe has gained thick skin— the hate just bounces off of him.

So, why were you nervous?

"We have been sitting here in silence for almost three minutes now." your best friend gave you a weird look as she tried to figure out what was going on inside your head. "Why are you so worked up? You've both hung out before." Y/BF/N throws her arm up in exaggeration.

You remained silent as you fiddled with the rings on your fingers. A heat rushes on your face, red hue filling the apples of your cheeks as you tried to avoid eye contact from Y/BF/N. To no avail, she spotted you hiding your face from her and just like that she instantly knew— having a best friend you have known your entire life has its perks which is biting you in the ass at the moment.

"You fucking like him, like him." She jumps up from her seat as she grabbed your arms to get a closer look at you. With a look of defeat on your face, the redness spreading even more that you were sure that you'd be hot to the touch.

Your silence was your answer causing your best friend to shake your shoulders in delight. "I am so proud of you!" squeezing your shoulders on last time before moving back to her seat.

"Y/BF/N, is it that serious?" you tried to brush it off as normal behavior from you.

"Don't be dumb. Its not like you fall for every man you meet— you're probably the only person I have met who's standards are excruciatingly high." she pointed at you like she was trying to lecture you— she probably was.

"Yet, look where that got me." you mumbled as you referred to your cheating ex boyfriend, Jack.

"A momentary lapse of judgement." Y/BF/N says tutting in disagreement.

You turned your body towards your best friend, a flood of thoughts rushing in your head, "And what if this another momentary lapse of my judgement?" you retorted back at her.

"Y/N, you can't stay in that shell you created forever. If you don't take the risk you'll never know— if you continue to live in fear that you're gonna get your heart broken, then Jack won. You can't let him win." she gave you a pointed look before smiling at you softly after seeing your terrified face, it was a RBF but she knows better— she always does,

"Sadly, that's life. You can't keep a flower in the shade just because you think the sun will burn it and yet expect it to live— can you?"

"When did you become a poet?" you smiled at her— thankful for her empowering speech, making you feel much better than you did a few minutes ago.

"Bitch, I've always been the smartest out of the both of us." Y/BF/N flips her hair off of her shoulders dramatically before cackling in laughter, clearly finding herself amusing.

"Now that's a lie." you muttered under your breath a grin spreading on your face as you caught her face looking appalled after hearing what you said.

"Joe better get here before I beat your ass—" thankfully she was cut off by a car honking, stopping Y/BF/N from pouncing on you.

"Lucky bitch." She stuck her tongue at you like the child she was.

Before you could even tease her again, your doorbell rang— Joe was here. You gathered your things while Y/BF/N went ahead and opened the door for Joe.

You rummaged through your bag before heading towards the door, making sure that you had everything you needed with you— and as you reached the door you see Joe in all his glory; wearing simple black jeans and a black tee, a black bucket hat on his head while his Cartier sunglasses sat on the bridge of his nose. Joe had his hands in his pockets as he remained silent listening to your best friend who was lecturing him.

"Listen here, Joseph. If you don't get Y/N back home by 10 pm tonight— I'll have a search party looking for the both of you." Y/BF/N said with her hands on her waist, looking like a concerned yet overbearing mother.

"Don't listen to her she's crazy." you deadpanned as you gave your best friend the 'shut-the-fuck-up' look.

Joe only chuckled as he watched the both of you playfully glare at each other. "Well, we might be home later than that— I wanna take Y/N out to dinner." the blonde asks permission playing along with Y/BF/N. His request made you and your best friend instantly turn to him.

Joe didn't say anything about a dinner. You told everything Joe told you to your best friend the second you received the invitation— he must have forgotten to say.

"You didn't tell me about a dinner." you looked up at the quarterback but to your dismay, his beautiful baby blue eyes were covered by his shades— you didn't know if he read your mind or he simply read how disappointed you were from your facial cues but as he looked back down at you he offered you a grin before removing the Cartiers off his eyes.

"I was gonna tell you once we got in the car but your mother is scaring me." Joe turned to look at Y/BF/N who looked slightly offended by Joe's teasing.

"You both better start moving before I beat you both up." It was your best friend's turn to deadpan at the both of you. "You two are basically the same person. I fear for my sanity once you two actually start dating." she muttered the last part lowly under her breath which nonetheless was caught by both you and Joe.

"Okay!— we are leaving, I'll see you soon, Y/BF/N. Don't burn my house down!" you waved at your best friend who was now giving you one of her famous sneaky grin.

"Stay safe!" she teased even more, shouting for your whole neighborhood to hear. You looked at her from your shoulder, your eyes widening after catching her double entendre which made Joe chuckle silently as he leads you to his car.

Now finally inside Joe's car, you released a sigh of relief— Joe starts his car, the engine rumbling before it started moving. The drive to the arena was calm and comfortable, as Joe drove he answered your many questions regarding the fight. The blonde just kept answering your questions with no hesitation but enthusiasm— you also appreciated how he didn't shame you for your lack of knowledge on the matter.

Once the two of you arrived in front of the arena, you were greeted by a number of people who were already outside. Dressed in merchandises of the fighter they were supporting, the fans turned to look at Joe's car— the bodyguards and security surrounding Joe's door.

The paparazzi clearly took that as a sign that someone famous or important was inside cause in an instant, they were swarming Joe's car. Luckily his car windows were tinted that they failed to see you and Joe trying to figure out how to go on about the situation you found yourselves in.

"Are you sure you want them to see us together?" You turned to look at Joe who was as calm as ever, fixing his bucket hat.

"Yeah, It will be fine— you trust me?" Joe's stare could burn even behind those damn shades of his, staring at you— looking for any sign of discomfort.

"I trust you." you nodded and a couple beats later, Joe opens his door— the paparazzi immediately snapping shots of the NFL player who was circling his car to get to your side to open the door for you.

Here goes nothing

Once your head popped out of the door the camera flashes doubled along with the yells for your name.

"Y/N!"

"Y/N, darling over here!"

"Joe!"

"Joey B!"

"Miss, Y/L/N, are you and Joe dating?"

"Y/N! Look over here!"

“Are you two dating?”

Joe places his hand behind your back to gently guide you inside the stadium as he firmly places himself just behind you, to keep them from touching you.

"You okay?" Joe leans down to whisper in your ear as you both continued walking towards your seats.

"I'm fine. You?" you turned to look up at him as he gave your waist a quick squeeze to confirm that he was indeed fine.

The second you and Joe entered the arena— you were spotted in an instant. The fear and anxiety that was crawling up at you quickly disintegrated when you felt a large warm hand grab onto your small ones. Looking up, you found Joe with his head held up high as he guided you to your designated seats— and just like that, the phones were out, following both of your moves.

The blonde gently pulled you towards the center where your seats were found, it was right in front of the rink. You weren't quite sure if you'd be liking that anytime soon but you kept quiet. Once you reached your seats you spotted a woman who was seated behind you crying as she looked at you— once she caught you staring at her she started waving her hand wildly earning a giggle from you.

You quickly reached your vacant hand to wave back at her as she continued to film your interaction, earning another squeal from her. You decided to reach towards her and enter the frame of her video— you enjoyed doing fan service. Apart from performing, meeting your fans was always the fun part of your job.

"Oh my gosh! I love you so much!" she whispered in disbelief as she continued to stare at you as if you'd disappear from her sight. You gave her shoulder a quick squeeze with you vacant hand as you smiled at her. "You're the sweetest. I love you too."

Turning back around you found Joe and his friends watching you. Your hand still intertwined with Joe's, not budging during that entire interaction. The quarterback simply watched you in adoration as he waited patiently for you to finish so that he can introduce you to his friends.

"I'm sorry— Hi! I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you." you gave the people next to Joe a smile.

Joe smiles as he continued staring at you like an idiot, "This is Ja'Marr, Tee, and Sam. They're my teammates and good friends of mine" he directed to the men next to him.

"Nice to finally meet you." Tee stated giving you a nod in acknowledgement. "We keep asking Joe to introduce the Y/N Y/L/N to us" Ja'Marr chimes in as he nodded towards Joe who was watching the interaction.

Sam who was twice your size moved towards you to shake your hand, earning a grin from you— he is adorable. "I am a huge fan— I'm Sam."

"Nice to meet you, Sam" you chuckled before looking at Joe with a smile. His friends are great. You've watch them play during games but now officially meeting them was a new experience.

The light and fun atmosphere came to you as a surprise. You expected a UFC fight to have a tense and somewhat scary atmosphere which was proven wrong— up until the fight started. You were seated next to Joe, a drink in your hand as you watched the two fighters in front of you beat each other up. The sight of the bruises, cuts, and blood made you sink into Joe's side even more.

You don't mind the gore and the blood at all. What you did mind was the fact that people did this for a living, you respected that fact— you respected their partners and their families even more. Watching this is hard. Watching Joe get tackled during his games was hard enough— you could only imagine what its like watching him get beaten up.

"You're fine. You're alright." Joe whispers in your ear as he places a hand on your thigh to stop you from bouncing it up an down.

"They aren't though." You pointed at the fighters while you released a breath as they called for a break in between rounds.

You turned to Joe who was chugging his drink, "I don't understand how you enjoy this. I'm not judging— just confused." you gave him a tight lipped smile earning a laugh from him.

"If you ask Ja'Marr right now he'd tell you how I'd try MMA moves on him." He offered you a wink. You in turn furrowed your eyebrows in confusion before snickering, "I can already picture you two on the ground— wrestling."

Joe laughs while rubbing your thigh up and down, the announcer's voice booming across the stadium, "A lot of big names in the room tonight but not as big as that man right there!" turning your head up you were met with a close up of Joe who turned to the camera and smiled. The stadium erupting in cheers and hollers for the quarterback next to you.

The camera started panning towards you while you stared at the screen above, "With none other than, Y/N Y/L/N right next to him! Stars after stars!" more screams erupted as you simply gave a smile towards the camera which now moved on to the next celebrity.

The fight was eventful to say the least. An unexpected knock out got everyone around you, including Joe to jump up on their feet. You remained on your seat with your mouth wide open at what you just witnessed— Joe had his hands up his head, his eyes widen in shock as he dapped up his friends and everyone else for that matter.

Joe looked like a kid who got to watch his favorite cartoon. He wouldn't stop talking about it the entire ride to the restaurant he was taking you to. You continued to laugh at him as you admired his sudden burst in energy with the result of today's events. However, something must have clicked in Joe's head the moment you two sat on your reserved table.

As you ordered your meal, talking to the waiter— asking politely for about the different dishes they offer, Joe couldn't help but eye you. You were a ray of sunshine to him. You're polite and would always offer the people around you smiles no matter what the situation was. He found himself thinking the same thing when he was watching you interact with your fan at the arena not long ago.

You looked beautiful and he continued to remind you every time he could; when you both got in his car when he picked you up, when you finally sat in your seats before the fight started, during the break, on the way to the restaurant, before the waiter came over to ask for your orders— Joe told you every single time.

You were talking animatedly about a mishap that happened at your studio the other day, giggling after ever breath but as Joe listened to you all he could think about was how much more stories you could giggle to him about if you were officially his.

Joe was with you throughout your entire healing and moving on process. He watched you cry about a stupid boy, he watched you work your magic— writing music as a way to cope, he watched you heal. Some might say he helped you heal. You both know how you feel for each other, it was almost an unspoken understanding between the two of you. Joe is ready to move on to the next step in your relationship— he was willing to take the risk.

With a deep breath he grabbed your hands, enveloping yours into his. "Y/N, I want to ask you something." he started. Your attention now fully on him, a concerned look formed on your face as you watched Joe's expression. "Alright— is everything okay?" you squeezed his hands.

"Yeah. It's just— I think it is time for me to ask you if you'd be my—"

"You're food," the waiter walks towards your table with a tray of food held up above his head.

Your moment was completely ruined, Joe gave you a bitter smile as he thanked the waiter. "Wait, what were you saying, Joey?" your eyebrows furrowing at the interruption.

"Its nothing." Joe shook his head as he looked at the dish in front of him. You decided not to push him even further for answers after hearing a slight raise in his tone that the quarterback tried to hide with a smile.

Joe took that interruption as a sign.

Not as a sign of giving up— no, Joe Burrow does not give up. He took it as a sign from the universe to up his game. Asking someone to be your girlfriend in a restaurant was cliche and an outdated one at that— you were one in a million, Joe knows that which is why as you two ate in comfortable silence he thought of his next move.

Unbeknownst to you, Joe tried to ask you to be his girlfriend for the first time that night.

Sunday

It was Sunday and you just arrived back in Cincinnati after another successful show in Michigan. It's been four days since you last seen Joe during your UFC 'date'. You still message each other back and forth, FaceTiming each other here and there— so it didn't really feel like time has passed.

Joe invited you to watch his game against the Steelers which is why you and Y/BF/N were in Joe's suite, idlily chatting with each other— she has been complaining a great deal about Trevor more than usual recently and that in itself got you eyeing your best friend in interest. These past couple of days it has been 'Trevor this', 'Trevor that' and as much as you loved the hockey player, you were getting sick of hearing his name.

You continued eyeing your best friend teasingly— a lightbulb mentally lighting in your head upon the realization, "You like him, like him" you teased her, making sure to reference what she told you a few days ago. She instantly stops talking before glaring at you as you wore smug look on your face, "Shut up." she mumbles, not denying anything whatsoever— proving your point even further. Y/BF/N and Trevor have been dancing around each other for a couple of years now and hiding it all behind the facade that they find each other annoying but you know her as much as she knows you— the perks goes both ways.

"Y/N?" a woman calls from behind you making you and Y/BF/N stop your conversation, turning around you were met with a couple who looked exactly like Joe...

"Mr. and Mrs. Burrow! How lovely it is to finally meet you two!" you stood up immediately upon realization, Joe's mom reaching out to give you big hug.

"Call me Robin, dear" she gave you a squeeze before letting go of you. "And call me, Jim" Joe's dad pats you in the back as they turned to look at Y/BF/N who was standing behind you quietly.

"Oh, this is my best friend, Y/BF/N" you directed your hand towards your best friend who politely waved at Joe's parents who warmly smiled at her in return. "Nice to meet you as well— such beautiful girls." Robin squealed in excitement earning a laugh from you and Y/BF/N.

You and Y/BF/N conversed with Robin and Jim as you waited for the game to begin. Your place from the suite giving you a wide view of the field and the fans surrounding the stadium. You also spotted fans who have spotted you with Joe's parents— the cameras and phones coming out as they pointed and turned towards your direction.

A few minutes before kickoff Robin urged you to meet Joe by the sidelines, "Are you sure you two don't want to come with us?" you asked his parents as you motioned towards you and Y/BF/N who was accompanying you down the field.

"I'm sure, dear. We came here with Joe, from what I've heard you two haven't seen each other in a few days— go." Robin gave your hand a squeeze, motioning you and Y/BF/N to hurry before the game starts.

Which is why you and Y/BF/N found yourselves standing at the sidelines where a few of the staff were found. With your arms crossed you chatted with your best friend as you two waited for Joe to come out of the tunnel and once he did, you knew immediately because the fans who were facing towards you were not only yelling but also pointing at something behind you.

Turning around you found Joe with his entire gear on, the black Bengals jersey fitting his torso just right as he removed the helmet off his head to get a good look at you. "My parents tell you to come here?" he smiled down at you before nodding towards Y/BF/N in acknowledgement who was evidently hiding from the sun.

"Yeah. They are great by the way— you could have at least warned me that I was gonna meet your parents today." you looked up at him, lifting your hand up to cover the sun from your eyes— from that action alone, Joe took his 6 ft. 4 self and stood in the direction the sun was facing without taking his eyes off of you, his tall frame casting a shadow over you as you found shade in his body— that single action from the quarterback made you want to melt in a puddle. It's always the littlest things that got to you.

"They told me not to tell you. They said they didn't want you to feel pressure beforehand." Joe shrugs, placing his hand on the collar of his jersey keeping the gear he was wearing inside in place.

"The game starting soon. I'll see you later?" you asked.

"Wait for me at the suite, I'll come get you and I'll take you home." Joe instructed you before he proceeded to ready his helmet in his hand.

"Okay." you nodded before patting his chest in encouragement, "Good luck and win for me, 9" you grinned at him as you watch him take a couple step towards you to lean down and place a peck on your cheek.

"I will." Joe placed his helmet back on place before jogging to position.

You watched him for a few more second before moving back to where Y/BF/N was standing, your best friend gave you a wink before linking your arms together walking back to the suite.

"I'll be the most beautiful maid of honor." Y/BF/N says after a few beats of just silence.

"Y/BF/N!"

The game was a close match which had you literally at the edge of your seat as you gripped both Y/BF/N and Robin's hands the entire time— Jim standing behind the three of you watching in concentration with his arms crossed, a stance that is very familiar to you considering your dad would look the exact same whenever he watches a game— you called it the 'retired-football-coach' stance, you just knew that both your dads will hit it off.

At the end the Bengals won 37-30. It was safe to say that Joe was in a good mood as he drove you home. You had to say goodbye to Robin and Jim who were staying at Joe's place for the night while Y/BF/N had to leave early to prepare a meeting with her assistant to prepare your outfits for the upcoming VMAs which you will be attending and performing in soon.

The ride home was quiet but not the comfortable kind. You could practically hear Joe thinking, you were surprised he could even drive— his thoughts looked like it was clouding his mind.

Joe was fine. He was. He just couldn't think of an appropriate way of asking you to be his girlfriend. He was so close to asking you before the game but he decided not to knowing how much that would distract him from the game— now here he was, struggling to form a sentence as the question laid at the tip of his tongue urging him to just spit it out.

Joe knows better and he will be better. He knows you deserved to be asked in a much more grand way— he just needs to find a way to execute it perfectly.

"Are you okay, Joey?" you placed a comforting arm on his shoulder which were very tense, softly massaging them as he continued to focus on not crashing the car.

"I'm fine, lovebug. Just wondering if you'd like to hang out again? Tomorrow maybe?" Joe tries his best to make conversation while he tried to think of a perfect way to ask you tomorrow.

"I can't. My cousin is getting married on Tuesday and I'll be flying to Wyoming tomorrow, I won't be back until Wednesday— I'm sorry." Joe nodded in understandment as he mentally rearranged his plans for another day, however, before he could do so, you gasped— your body turning towards the blonde.

"Do you want to be my plus one? I'm allowed a plus one and Y/BF/N said she was already bringing somebody. I know you have another home game next Sunday and you probably don't want to travel all the way to Wyoming for a few days but we will be back by Wednesday—" Joe cut you off by placing his hand on your upper thigh, squeezing them in response.

"I'll go. It will be fun— you met my parents, this will be a perfect moment for me to meet yours." Joe turned to you to give you a smile. "You think attending a wedding of someone you don't know will be fun?" you questioned the quarterback with your eyebrows raised shocked that he was willing to fly off with you just like that.

"I think a wedding with you will be fun."

You two stayed quiet as you two tried to unpack the statement Joe just blurted out. He was messing with you, cause there was absolutely no way he said that on purpose.

Joe did in fact say that in purpose and he enjoyed your reaction very much; the way your eyes widen for a second, how your chest rose up and down more faster and erratic, and how your cheeks blushed red. Joe's plan on asking you today might have not gone to plan just like the previous attempt but third time's the charm, right?

Unknownst to you, Joe tried asking you to be his girlfriend for the second time that day.

Monday

You and Joe drove to the airport early in the morning to head to Wyoming for your cousin’s wedding. You gripped Joe’s forearm as you tried to make sense of your surroundings early in the morning— you were barely awake.

Y/BF/N called you saying that she will meet you and Joe in the plane cause she will be driving with her plus one who you haven’t met yet. With your arm tucked in Joe’s arm, you two climbed the steps of your private plane— the flight crew greeting you two as you entered your lofty plane.

In an instant you threw yourself on your seat by the window and shut your eyes for a while. Rustling was heard next to you— taking a quick peak you see Joe arranging both of your things before placing himself on the seat next to you. All the uncertainty, doubts, and fears were thrown out the window with how sleepy you were— with no hesitation whatsoever, you moved the arm rest that separated you and Joe upwards, inching your way to his side where you tucked yourself. Your face on his shoulder as he circled his arm around you in response.

Before you could even shut your eyes to drift off to sleep, footsteps were heard climbing up the steps of the plane— Y/BF/N has finally arrived with her plus one in tow.

Trevor fucking Zegras.

This caused you to shoot up in excitement— now very much awake. Joe looked at you in concern as he eyed Trevor in confusion.

“No fucking way!” You emphasized every single word still not believing your eyes. Y/BF/N rolled her eyes at you in response placing herself in the seat behind you and Joe— clearly not wanting to see you two cuddle together or maybe she was planning on having her own cuddle fest with Trevor.

“Hey, popstar!” Trevor reached out to give you a hug which you accepted considering you haven’t seen the hockey player since your concert in LA. “No fucking way, Trevor!” You repeated still at shocked.

“What can I say? She can’t resist me.” Trevor joked before getting thrown a pillow on his face curtesy of Y/BF/N.

“Oh, wait!— Joe, this is my friend, Trevor. Trevor this is Joe.” You introduced the two who have not yet met personally. Joe offered Trevor one of his famous smiles as he shook his hand while the latter gawked at the man that is Joe Burrow.

“Nice to meet you, man! I’m a huge fan!” Trevor animatedly praised the quarterback earning a pat in the back from Joe. The two continued to converse, talking about football and hockey back and forth as the plane lifted up in the air. Y/BF/N is a terrible flyer so she remained seated the entire time watching her favorite shows to calm her down, Trevor later joining her.

You remained tucked in Joe’s side now fully asleep while he played with your hair as he watched a movie on his phone— you two were stuck together like two peas in a pod the entire flight, not moving away from each other even after your plane finally landed in Wyoming.

The four of you arrived at the resort where the your wedding will be held and where your family was waiting. Y/BF/N and Trevor has met your family a number of times already while this will be Joe’s first time and you knew that he had nothing to worry about.

Once you reached your parents, your father immediately darted towards you pulling you into a hug, “My girl, how have you been? Was the flight alright?” He pulled away to take a good look at you.

“I’m doing great, dad and the flight was smooth.” You smiled at him before squeezing your mother in a hug. “Hi, mommy!” You grinned. “My sweet girl.” She plays with your hair before halting after spotting Joe who was watching the interaction.

“Y/N, are you not gonna introduce us?” Your mom motioned towards Joe who your father was now eyeing as if he grew three heads.

“Oh, right— mom, dad, this is Joe. Joe these are my parents.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N. I’m Joe.” The blonde stepped forward towards your parents. Your mom instantly hugged the quarterback like all mothers do and grinned up at him. “Nice to finally meet you, Joe! You’re such a handsome young man.” she raves on.

“Burrow— nice to meet you, son. I watched your game yesterday and you were throwing dimes. You’re great.” You’re dad praised Joe which in turn got you feeling so proud of Joe.

“Thank you so much. That means a lot— Y/N told me you used to coach football.” Joe asked completely intrigued with your father. You watched the two walk towards the garden as your father started talking about his career. Your mom simply turned to look at you and smirked, “He’s a cutie, Y/N.”

You couldn’t help but agree as you watched Joe and your father laugh about something.

The day consisted of you and your friends resting after your long flight. You spent time with your family as you prepared for the wedding celebrations tomorrow.

Tuesday

Weddings are such beautiful events. Every girl has at least dreamt about their perfect wedding; the perfect place, the perfect dress, the perfect song, the perfect man— and as you watched your cousin seal the deal with a kiss, you couldn’t help but get teary eyed as she finally fulfilled her dream— you could still remember the time you two would dress up as Princesses.

You wanted something like this in the future. You felt a slight pang in your chest as you get reminded of empty promises given to you. Joe caressed your bare back, as he eyes you carefully. You two were finally seated at the reception, you changed from your bridesmaid dress to a black backless dress for the reception.

Joe was wearing his black tux, silently listening to the speeches as his warm hand caressed your bare back— his touch shooting electricity through your body, the hairs on your arms standing up as the wind kissed your skin. The quarterback moved closer to you with his arm placed on the back of your chair, his hand now caressing your arm to keep you from getting cold.

As the speeches went on and on the more Joe craved you. He watched the curve of your nose crinkle every time you were mentioned in an embarrassing story during the speech, he watched as you eyes lit up thinking about a certain memory, and he watched you as you stared at the bride and groom as they take their first dance— you’re eyes glistening as you quietly hummed and swayed on your seat.

Once the dance floor was open for everyone, Joe, gently took your hand and lead you to the part of the dance floor away from the majority of the guests. You placed your arms around Joe’s neck as he placed his around your waist— the two of you slowly swaying to the soft music playing across the reception hall.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” Joe whispered as he leaned closer to you, his baby blues piercing through your soul. “I do. You tell me every chance you get, Joey.” You giggled.

“Do I? Does that seem excessive to you?” Joe pulled you towards him closer, your feet moving closer to his that you were sure that you were gonna accidentally pierce his foot with your stiletto heel.

“Not really” you shrugged. “I like hearing it from you.” your eyes seem to never leave his as if you two were your own little bubble.

“Yeah? You’d let me remind you how beautiful you are everyday then?” Joe couldn’t stop himself, he was thinking of something more special but he was down deep and he couldn’t find himself to wait anymore.

You nodded, “I don’t know how you plan on doing that every single day but–” yours eyes glistened as the lights hit them. Joe’s hand now cradling the back of your neck, his thumb caressing the soft flesh beneath it.

“Be my girlfriend.”

Joe blurted out. Your eyes widening at his response— you remained frozen in place as you eyed the blonde in front of you. The fear and worry that you locked in the back of your head, slowly creeping into the surface as you listed down the risk this could cause, the potential heartache you could experience again.

“What?” was all you could say as you tried to understand what was happening around you.

“Date me. Be my girlfriend and I’ll tell you every second of every day how beautiful you are. How beautiful you are both physically and as a human being. I’ll remind you how special and loved you are, how talented and smart you are— be mine, Y/N.”

Joe is a lot of things for you. He is a friend who came to your life when you needed the most, he is a man who patiently helped you heal throughout your darkest of days, he is a person you respect and trust, he is the kind of person you were willing to take the risk for— maybe it will all work out the way you want it to be, but maybe it won’t but seeing if it does will be one of the best adventures of your life— a risk you were willing to take.

Reaching up on your tiptoes, you grabbed Joe’s tie and pulled him towards you— your lips finally latching on to his as you two simultaneously sighed in relief as if you two were holding those breaths from the day you first met. Joe tilted your head back, a smile gracing your lips he smiled against yours before pulling you in for another kiss.

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met.” Joe breathed out as he pulled away from your lips, his eyes memorizing every detail of your face that was smiling up at him.

“I could get use to that.” You giggled as Joe placed another peck on your lips.

Unbeknownst to you, Joe was mentally celebrating the ever so successful third attempt.

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hiii!!! could you write something for Sydney lohmann please :)

friendly - sydney lohmann

sydney lohmann x reader

description: in which your teammates insist your best friend is in love with you and you deny it consistently, she’s just being friendly..right?

warnings: german in bold italics, swearing, longish

a/n: its syd!! thank you so much for the request lovely, enjoy!! ❤️

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you and your best friend, sydney can’t remember a time where you weren’t together. it was an endless cycle of being inseparable throughout every point in your lives. even your families were entangled, becoming close when you and sydney were both in the german youth teams.

the two of you gravitated towards each other and just stuck, a magnetic force keeping you both together throughout the years, following each other everywhere.

it was always you and sydney and everyone knew it. there was a certain sense of simplicity and familiarity when people saw you and sydney goofing off together.

it was not only a sense of comfort for you and your best friend but everyone around you as well. the two of you being so happy around each other radiated in waves to your teammates and was considered a necessity for everyone.

you and sydney knew anything and everything about one another, knowing more about the other person more than you knew yourselves. that’s why it was so shocking that the two of you didn’t notice the mutual attraction for each other.

it was obvious to anyone with a pulse that you were in love, it’s been like that ever since you were both 15, hopelessly in love and hopelessly clueless.

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it was bad enough at bayern when everyone had to watch you pine over each other but it was even worse during national team camps. you two were insufferable and your teammates have been dealing with it for years.

when you both arrived to camp together, there were numerous hopeful and expectant looks when you come in with sydney, walking in with her arm around your shoulder, only to falter when they realised you weren’t together yet.

sydney has always been affectionate with you but you just thought it was friendly, she was affectionate with everyone so there was no point getting your hopes up for it.

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you were currently in your cubby lacing up your boots, the first training session of camp was about to begin.

“bärchen! (little bear)” sydney calls out from her cubby where she’s laughing along with laura. she waves you over with a bright smile and you smile up at her before walking the short distance over to where the two girls were.

as soon as you were in front of them, sydney wordlessly passed you a protein shake and your water bottle filled with cold water.

“aw, syd! thank you” you stare down at the drinks with a smile, it was your usual pre-training necessities and she got it ready for you without a second thought.

you gave her a quick kiss on the top of her head while she sits in her cubby and she giggles at your contact. when you separate from her, she winks at you quickly before looking at a grimacing laura.

“why don’t you do that for me? the favouritism is crazy” she scoffs, you giggle at laura and sydney immediately defends herself,

“bärchen (little bear) was busy so i did it for her, you’re lazy and you can do it yourself, simple” she shrugs, laura lets out a laugh, “mhm lacing up some boots really is time constricting” laura smirks, your cheeks go slightly pink when laura bumps her hip with yours.

you smile nervously, thanking sydney again before going back to your own cubby. sydney watches you yearningly as you walk away, laura (sydney’s number one instigator) snickers when they make eye contact again, getting a hard punch to the arm from sydney in response when the teasing starts.

“you need to make a move” laura grins at the blonde, sydney shakes her head, “she doesn’t want that” sydney glances at you quickly before her gaze settles on laura again.

“i think she wants nothing more” laura shrugs, clapping her friend on the shoulder, “it’s mutual, i’ve been telling you that for years” laura grins,

sydney exhales loudly, throwing her head back with her eyes closed in frustration. she refuses to believe it, she loved you and you didn’t, and she was okay with that. she would do anything for you, even if it meant being in love from a distance.

when you make it back to your cubby, lena (your number one instigator) looks at you with a muffled laugh and you glare at her warningly, “don’t, she’s just being nice” you say lowly, only for lena to hold her hands up in defence “i didn’t say anything” she laughs, you shake your head with a sigh and look down, “you didn’t have to” you mumble.

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you and sydney pair up for drills as usual, giggling and whispering with each other about little inside jokes and other random topics.

the team gets instructed to do a mini game and you and sydney unfortunately get separated into different teams.

though, you both play in midfield so you really would be together most of the time regardless.

sydney would make an effort to hold you by your hips as she marked you, she just can’t help it. her hands made you burn from the contact but it was luckily disguised by the intensity of the game.

lena goes down for a slight tweak in her ankle and the medics asses her as you all stand around and wait. you huff out in frustration and fan yourself, feeling warmer than usual, partly from a certain blonde.

sydney stands next to you and nudges you with her shoulder, looking at you with a smile. “all good?” she whispers, you nod and look back at her, “just a little warm” you smile, sydney nods along with your words and rushes off to get your water bottle, coming back and placing it up to your mouth to drink before you take over to hold it.

you look at her appreciatively and she squeezes your shoulder in response, moving to stand behind you which made you extremely nervous.

she gently blows on the back of your neck while she fans you with her hands but it only made you more warm. lena gets up and you separate, running to put your bottle back and getting a little laugh from lena when you run passed, you flip her off before running back to your position.

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you all have dinner at the hotel you’re staying at and you of course sit right beside sydney, being dragged by the girl without a second option. you both ate and conversed with the others, happy to be catching up with some of the girls you haven’t seen in a while.

every time you laughed, sydney would look at you with an affectionate smile, looking away before you could catch her.

everyone else caught it though, sending her teasing grins that she chose to ignore. sydney would move closer to you every couple of seconds, your thighs pressed up against each other as you ate and chatted.

sydney would occasionally take some food off your plate just to make you giggle, smiling when you would hold her back as her fork would try to stab something.

“you have your own!” you laugh, pushing her shoulder with your own, “you’re so mean to me, denying me of food! people die of starvation, you know?” she giggles when you roll your eyes, stabbing some of the food with your fork and holding it up to her mouth.

she smiles surprised with a slight twinge of pink in her cheeks, accepting the bite with a sheepish expression.

you both continue to chat with the others until you look up at sydney, noticing she’s not really engaging with the others, but she’s already looking at you, your breath caught in the back of your throat under her gaze, your proximity making your heart beat of your chest.

her eyes are lingering on your mouth for a second before her thumb brushes the corner of your mouth, casually bringing it up to her mouth to get rid of the remnants of food.

you freeze. there’s nothing else to say, you’re completely frozen. how could she do that so casually and expect you not to fall in love with her?

the silence around the table is deafening and sydney seems to realise what she’s just done. she looks at you with wide eyes, swallowing the lump in her throat.

“sorry, you had something there” she uses her pinky to point at the corner of her mouth, looking at you nervously for your reaction, her body feels like it’s on fire.

“okay,” you breathe out. you both look back around the table but everyone looks just as shocked as you are, you can feel sydney tense against your thigh and you don’t know how you did it but you started a conversation again for her sake, the table following suit.

your mind is hazy full of sydney, nothing else. sydney next to you is absolutely freaking out, unable to eat anymore, internally cursing herself for making her feelings so obvious.

you get up from the table after dinner and are immediately pulled away by feli and lena, “what the fuck was that?” lena whisper shouts in your ear, the two girls pulling you away from sydney. though you notice in your peripheral, sydney is under her own interrogation from laura.

“she’s just being friendly, oberdorf, i had something on my face” you grumble, feli laughs along with lena, “you’re so stupid, it’s cute” feli teases, pinching your cheek before you push her off.

“both of you, stop, she’s my best friend” you say shakily, the two girls look at you with sympathetic grins.

“so is laura” lena says simply, “she wouldn’t do that for laura” she adds, squeezing your shoulder before walking off with feli.

you’re left alone with your thoughts as you walk back to your hotel room, funnily enough, you guys got separate rooms this time, leaving you alone for the first time in a while. you’ve lived with sydney for a large portion of your life and haven’t really been separated like this.

all you could think about was sydney lohmann, the girl having an effect on you she couldn’t even imagine. unaware that you had her wrapped around your finger. so much so, at 11:30 that night, she knocks on your door nervously.

you open your door already knowing who was on the other side, a bundled up sydney grinning shyly at you from the other side.

“hi” she smiles, you grin at her and grab her hand, tugging her inside gently. when she gets inside, you don’t let go of her hand and it makes sydney smile.

“i can’t sleep alone” sydney utters, you nod and give her hand a gentle squeeze. “me too” you admit. in your shared house, the two of you have separate rooms but there was a sense of relief knowing the other was in a room just down the hall.

“come on then” you say gently, letting go of her hand to sit in your bed, tapping the side of you invitingly. sydney smiles softly, trudging over to you and flopping on the bed with a happy sigh.

you lie next to her perched up on her elbow to look at her, she follows in suit and copies your position.

sydney could tell your mind was racing and hers was too, but she cares about you more than anywhere so she ignores her own thoughts and focuses on you.

“are you okay, bärchen? (little bear)” sydney whispers, moving slightly closer to you. “mhm” you hum, your eyes trailing over sydney’s features.

she sits up slightly and cradles your face with her hand, the thumb brushing back and forth over the apple of your cheek. “(y/n)” she says sternly, contrasting her sweet actions. she knew you were bullshiting.

you breathe shakily and hold her hand on your face before moving to sit up, holding her hand instead. she follows you and sits up as well, watching as you move to sit in front of her with a nervous expression.

“hey” she calls out, dipping her head to make eye contact when you drop it, “it’s me, don’t be nervous” she says softly, taking your free hand so she could hold both of them now.

“sydney” you swallow, she nods, moving closer so your knees are brushing together, “i’m in with love you” your eyes are glossy and your breathing quickens. “i’m in love with you too” sydney says confidently without missing a beat, her own eyes glistening with tears.

you both look at each other, taking everything in. your long time best friend returned your feelings. you both giggle and sydney rushes forward to pull you into a hug. you move to sit in her lap with your arms around her neck, she tucks her face into the crook of your neck as she holds you tightly around your waist.

it’s such a sweet embrace, it makes you both feel sick. it just doesn’t feel real. you move back to look at her with a bright smile, moving the stray hairs on her face as you look into her eyes.

her eyes flicker between your eyes before falling to your lips and you grin at her, moving forward to press a quick kiss to her lips.

she instantly chases you to close the gap when you pull away, kissing you sweetly and pulling you close. you grin into her mouth and kiss her back, mouths moving together gently, better than both of you imagined.

she pulls away and you rest your forehead on hers, both of you smiling uncontrollably in the embrace.

“i’ve loved you ever since i met you” sydney whispers, you kiss her cheek affectionately and smile, “me too” sydney pulls you into another kiss that leaves you absolutely breathless, asking you to be her girlfriend a couple seconds later making you feel like you had a heart attack. both of you slept easily that night, holding each other feeling more like a dream than reality.

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sydney wakes up first for training, smiling brightly seeing you cuddling into her. you move to lay on top of her chest and snuggle into her and sydney can’t help but take a photo of you and setting it as her wallpaper. her heart soars when you wake up a few minutes later, smiling tiredly at her before burying your face into her neck.

“good morning, meine freundin (my girlfriend)” she says cheekily, smiling as she feels you grin into the skin of her neck. you move up to face her and smile,

“morning, meine freundin (my girlfriend)” you cheese out, moving down to place a quick kiss to her lips before she drags you out of bed, kissing you goodbye so she could change in her room.

she comes back 10 minutes later and as soon as you opened the door, she smiles brightly before pulling you into a passionate kiss. she squeezes your hips after she clumsily closes the door and pulls away with a satisfied smirk.

“i missed you” she smiles softly, you shake your head amusingly, “you just left” you laugh, “don’t care” she quips, kissing you again before you went to training.

when you both walk into the change room hand in hand, cheers are echoing in the room and sydney holds you hand up with a triumphant smile. both of you getting pulled into a group hug.

“finally” lena screams, pulling you into a tight hug while jumping around. sydney giggles at both of you before dragging you off to your cubby. and again, sydney went and made your protein shake and filled up your water, and you can finally kiss her thank you the way you wanted.

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you know the drill, just pretend it’s you! mwah x

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sydneylohmann: why get ice cream when you can share your girlfriend’s?

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yourname: you’re such a liar! you said you didn’t want any and then stole it

↳ sydneylohmann: sharing is caring, baby

↳ yourname: lying isn’t caring

↳ sydneylohmann: i love youuuu

↳ yourname: yeah yeah i love you too

laurafreigang: i’m so sick of both of you

↳ lena_oberdorf: oh god tell me about it

↳ sydneylohmann: haters! haters! haters!

↳ yourname: haters! haters! haters!

↳ laurafreigang: just proving my point

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