my dreams are so stupid. i dreamt that i was trying to look up the spanish word for "taxi" on wordreference but it kept failing in increasingly ridiculous ways. first it told me the word was "coney," which is clearly not a spanish word. then it sent me to the dutch dictionary instead. then it told me there's no english-spanish dictionary actually, just a spanish-english dictionary. so i wake up and look it up on real wordreference and it turns out the spanish word for taxi is "taxi." figures.

champagne coast — LN4

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, semi-public, swearing, alcohol, sexual innuendo, not proofread and rushed ending!!

synopsis: lando finally won his race, there’s only one way to celebrate [2.4k]

a/n: the ending was so so bad these exams have been kicking my ass :/

"stop staring and pick a shirt." you looked back at him in the mirror, fixing the smudged lipstick lando had been the cause of.

"can't help myself when you look that pretty."

lando almost looked proud of himself at his reply, yet you could only give a drawn out groan in response. "stop being cheesy and get dressed. we're leaving in 10 minutes." he rolled his eyes before getting up, ultimately choosing the white linen shirt you had left out. "we're celebrating you, remember."

the cuffs were rolled up to just below his elbow, lando had a gift of somehow making ever outfit make him even more attractive to you, and tonight was no different. you just wanted to throw him back against the bed, fuck your friends waiting for the pair of you to meet them, and have him all to yourself for the night.

unfortunately, that wasn't the case and it was now you being called out for your shameless staring, a boyish smile on his face as his curls framed his forehead. you ignore him though, giving yourself another once over in the mirror, letting your eyes fall to landos just barely taller frame behind you, his hands finding your hips and lips just grazing over your neck.

he pressed a kiss against your pulse point, taking in the smell of the perfume he'd bought you for your birthday, the same one he'd been buying you for years. so much so that he now associated anything even similar in scent to you, driving him crazy from the first time you wore it.

"no, no, we need to go." you almost gave into his advances, ready to ditch the plans made, before finally you came to your senses, knocking him back off of you and reaching for your heels. "you better behave tonight."

it was an empty threat, and you both knew it.

the club was busy, probably the most packed you had ever seen it, buzzing with young drunks ready to celebrate the race result with their friends and a one night stand they'd regret in the morning, drivers joined them, alone or with their partners to congratulate the young brit on his first victory. it was nice though, coloured lights stream from the ceiling, a steady thrum of music vibrates lowly through the walls. the smell of alcohol flowed through the air like it did in the veins of the people there. the heat almost bound you together, sweat coating bodies as they danced against one another, drinks in hand to refresh their never ending thirst.

lando is just behind you, a hand on the small of your back when he spots a few of the other drivers and their girlfriends, directing you over to them and you move, heels already killing your feet and you knew it would be a sore night.

"thought you'd never show up." max sniggers, the boys giving lando a knowing look that had your face going hot, the girls not sparing you one either, kelly laughing at the way you blushed at the implication. they all knew how you and him were, in the honeymoon phase still despite the years of dating.

"blame him, took him about an hour to choose a shirt." you're quick to pass the blame, sitting next to one of the girls you're closest with as she makes space for you and the brit. you eye up her drink, the blue shade piquing your interest. "what are we drinking then?"

she lets out a giggle, passing you a straw and letting you have a taste of it. before you can ask lando to get you one when he goes to the bar, max and carlos are sat back at the table, a tray of shots each. half the shots are a golden, bronze color and the others are crystal clear.

everyone plucks shots from the table, you play it safe though. taking a clear one first, you cheers it to the table, grimacing at the burn when you throw your head back, the liquid flowing down your throat, you make a face at the strength, recognising it as vodka.

your eyes follow lando as he lifts the golden coloured shot from the tray. he brings the small glass to his lips, and you can still feel the way they felt on your neck just half an hour ago, the jut of his jaw, and how the stubble would cause an itching sensation against your cheek, leaving pink marks in its wake as he kissed you. it's gone in a flash as he downs the shot like it's water. "patrón." he groans.

"you two have lots of catching up to do." they're quick to remind you, some of them even three, four, drinks deep meanwhile you and lando had had one shot each, although he'd been drinking champagne since his win earlier in the day, tipsier than you already.

you could feel the music thumping through your body, the humid air already getting to you, standing in the line for the bar, with lando just behind you. his hands rarely left your hips, sometimes he dared to move them just lower to the hem of your dress when you swatted them away, reminding him to behave.

you weren't afraid of lando touching you in public, everything he was doing his friends had seen before, but tonight he was feeling more dangerous, maybe it was the adrenaline of his first win, or maybe he was just really fucking needy for you.

his one-day stubble scratches your soft cheeks, when he presses a kiss there, almost an invasion for more. although your annoyed at him for smudging even more of your makeup, it doesn't last long when he places a drink in your hand. no matter how much time you spend on yourself, he always ruins you. your makeup, your clothes, covering your whole body in hickies and marks. simply because you're his, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't do the same to him.

he tests his luck, the hand at the bottom of your dress finding it way under and squeezing the soft skin of your arse, and you gasp before turning go face him. "behave." you warn him, but ultimately it goes in one ear and out the other, his eyes zeroing in on your lips as he innocently pecks them.

"thought we were celebrating me?" he parrots your earlier words, lips so close to yours you can feel them moving against yours, you can taste the fruity cocktail he's been drinking. "you gonna let me celebrate with you?"

you're nodding your head before you even realise. drink being abandoned on the table before you excused yourself to go to the bathroom, kelly and alex offering to come with you before you shut then down, passing a worried glance in lando's direction but he only encouraged with a smirk.

you were gone more than five minutes before they got worried about you. "the lines probably long, i'll go check on her, keep her compancy." lando offered, the group either too drunk to care or not wanting to say anything out loud.

that was how you found yourself now, lando's lips on your necks, red marks turning purple in the aftermath, your small gasps and whines echoing off of the tiled bathroom walls. you couldn't take your hands off of him, trailing up his toned stomach, the way his muscles tensed under your touch had you wanting him even more.

you weren't sure wether it was the high of his win that was making him look even more attractive than usual or the heat was getting to you but he just looked so fuckable in that moment you didn't want to let him go.

threading your fingers through his hair you felt his groan against your neck, he'd been freeing his curls more and more each day not doing well to help your obsession with pulling on the strands. "lando-" a breathy moan falling from your lips in the sound of his name.

you'd managed to finally get him away from your neck, hands cradling his face as your thumb swiped across his cheek, slotting your lips over his as your back pressed against the sink counter. lando's hands wandered your body as if for the first time, leaving no part of your exposed skin untouched, pawing at the clothes he'd commented on earlier for being too small and now he thought you had too much on. "you gonna let me reward you for being my lucky charm, hm?" his hand ran down the side of your cheek, taunting you, a mocking tone to his words as his eyes stared into yours.

"please, lando." your voice was just above a whisper, shame seeping into your words, the realisation that your friends, his colleagues, were just outside and could interrupt at any moment, hear you at any moment, they could get worried about how long you were taking and try and come find you.

"you're gonna need to be real quiet, okay?" the pads of his fingers rubbed circles against your hips bone, lifting you up onto the counter, your back pressed against the cool glass, heading falling back and exposing your neck to him again, goosebumps raising on your legs as the bottom of your dressed had already bunched up below your waist.

the belt from his trousers was quickly undone, pulling them down enough to free himself, tip already leaking pre-cum, begging for you to touch him. your hand wrapped around him, squeezing lightly as you worked your wrist feeling him harden underneath you.

you whined as he pulled your hand away, pressing a small kiss to the palm. "fuckin' love your hand, but i wanna come inside of you." he groaned, watching the way you dropped your feet back onto the bar floor, turning your body so your eyes met his on the mirror and teasingly arched your back against his front.

there was something about the way he towered over you when you were bent down that turned you on like nothing else, knowing he could manhandle your body like a rag doll if he wanted to, fuck you like you wanted him to. your hand dipped between your own thighs, rubbing circles over your clit as your eyes closed, feeling him watching you.

his hands found home on your waist, tight enough that your eyes opened, staring back at him, your dressed hiked up your hips and panties pulled down enough to give him access to you. but instead he watched the way your hand moved, focused on the small moans that fell from your lips, arm threatening to buckle under your weight but you knew if you took your eyes off of him you'd be in trouble.

you managed to focus on him for the first time, seeing just the underside of his neck as his head lolled back. the sound of you moaning from your own doing had him groaning, the sight in front of him something he'd never forget.

"don't stop, fucking don't." he warned, seeing the way your hands grew weaker, movements becoming tired as you grew closer to your high, legs beginning to shake against his own. "so good for me-" your eyes screwed shut, head falling back against his chest as he let you come undone against him, arm wrapping around your waist to hold you up.

lando intertwined his fingers with your own, bringing your fingers up to his mouth as placed kisses to them, taking them in his mouth, cleaning them off. "looked so hot on the podium, wanted to fuck you right there." you spoke against his neck, pulling away slightly and looking up at him for his reply.

"yeah?" you nodded. "gonna let me fuck you now?" nodding again, lando's hands were back on your hips, pushing you down against the cold counter.

his hands ran down your body, a harsh hit against your ass caused you to jolt towards the sink, a whine falling from your lips at the stinging sensation. you felt him against you, moaning as he slid in, stretching you out as if for the first time, feeling every inch of him inside of you.

"lando-" moaning his names he made a makeshift ponytail in your hair, moving against you at a quick pace, the sound of skin against slim bouncing off of the walls in sync with both yours and his groans.

you never felt his pace falter even when his movements became erratic, when he could see your thighs shaking, arms threatening to give out when you held yourself up. "look at you baby, looking so pretty when you let me fuck you."

"only for you lando." his thrusts seemed almost deeper now, a new feeling of pleasure rippling through your body, the warmth coming from him in contrast to the coolness of the counter against your skin. "gonna come, please."

he dropped his head to the crook of your neck, his chest pressed against your back, biting down onto the skin there to muffle the moans he let out, although failing as they mixed with your own, the sounds begging him to let you have your release. "please, lando, please let me come-"

you felt his hips stutter against you, movements faltering and becoming sloppy, and he couldn't hold back when he twitched again inside of you, the feeling triggering your second orgasm of the night as you moaned into your fist, trying to muffle the sounds of your desperate whines, clenching around lando as he reached his own release, feeling him deep inside of you, your vision blurry but you could feel his hands on the backs of your thighs, massaging the muscles that would sure to be sore in the morning. "fuck, i love you." he murmured against your skin.

"i love you too," your eyes met his in the mirror, the mess of his and your hair had you blushing, his pupils blown out, looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. "my race winner."

i stumbled upon ur account and oh my days i can't stop reading through all of your works 😭😭 one in particular that I can't get out of my mind was the chubby chef reader x könig. would there be a part 2 of that, if you don't mind me asking (not intended to impose any pressure!!). thank you for bringing in such wonderful creations out into the world huhuhu I've only known you for a sec but I already love your writings sm

You got yourself a fan. This was supposed to be something that made your heart tingle with excitement - but instead, it felt like having someone watch over your every move. Lean closer to observe whatever it was that you were doing each time...and reading the messages the guy has left you, you know it's probably correct. As much as you feared the thought. Now, you have more money than ever. Even as you stopped streaming after getting too many nasty comments from that one guy, he still somehow managed to find all of your bank account details - and use them to send you money directly instead of just stealing your cards and running for the hills. He sends you different amounts, never less than a 100 directly - sometimes so frequently, you had to disclose it as "streaming donations" to the tax collectors. They were coming from different accounts - something out of country, out of continent, something completely off-shore that almost made you believe it's just a money laundering scheme. You get to keep the money, though. This, and the feeling of dread filling you up every time you'd go out. Looking around anxiously, even as you finally get to spend money on something nice, something good for you. You finally have enough to buy from a nice, sustainable plus size brand, and the dresses are almost pretty enough to make you forget. Then, there is a message on your phone "More cleavage" "Shorter skirt" "Take the one with high waist" Your phone is flooded - both with praise at how pretty your ass looks in the pants you're wearing right now. The promises of kissing each of your tummy rolls as you slightly lean forward in that tight shirt of yours. Silent threats of retaliation if you're not going to buy the pretty flowy dress with cleavage so low, it's scandalous. You recognize the tone of the messages - and you recognize the flood of donations. you know you should be grateful for money and nice words, and you can almost convince yourself that you shouldn't look too much into this... Then there is another message. A photo, actually. Your photo right from the place where you stand.

can you do enha as love languages?

I'd love to!! I'm sorry, this is kinda long ://

HEESEUNG'S is definitely 100% physical touch:

- always HAS to have his hand around your waist or shoulders to pull you as closely to him as possible. i perceive him as a rather possessive man so the grip around you only INTENSIFIES whenever he spots a possible ✨threat✨

- holding hands is a must with this man, his thumb always strokes the skin on your palm. if you like to wear a ring, he'd love to run his fingers over the cool metal, with time doing it nearly absentmindedly, out of habit

- man's absolutely obsessed with your lips and kisses them whenever you're in a close enough proximity for him to tug you by your waist and smash your mouths together ^^

- but he loves kissing your cheeks and nose too – and don't even let me get started on your NECK!! oh boy, he lives for licking and sucking on the soft skin in there, marking you up (maybe or maybe not for everyone else to get the message that you're his and his only)

- let's just sum it up with that: whenever this man's eyes land on you – he's dropping everything just to pull you to his side

JAY'S are both gifts and words of affirmation:

- is hands down the best at comforting you when you're feeling down bcs he just can't stand to see his baby upset and he'd do anything to see your pretty smile again

- compliments you so much you'd think he would've ran out of ideas by now but nooo – every day it's a new one from him. and man is also just so fucking GOOD with his words he never ceases to make you feel butterflies in your stomach

- "there's no one else for me but you" "i love the way this shirt looks on you. i'd love to rip it off of you even more" "we're so good together, aren't we?" "everything i do is for you. you're my whole world"

- spoils the living shit out of you bcs he's this typa boyfriend to buy you everything he thinks you'd like or would've caught your eye if you went shopping with him

- it don't always have to be the big things. it can be one pretty flower he spots on his way back home and he's gonna buy it bcs he knows how happy you always get at such small simple gestures

- PRINCESS TREATMENT ALL THE WAY WITH THIS MAN 🗣️🗣️

JAKE – physical touch as well:

- my bro's addicted to hugs and always drags them out for as long as possible... loves to literally ENGULF you in his arms and squish you like a teddy bear

- always finds a way to somehow pull you to his lap, even if the two of you are just sitting by the table side by side and you're watching him eat whatever you've cooked for him earlier – bcs why would you sit on this hard chair when his thighs are so much more comfortable??

- can't go a day without your cuddles so pls make him happy and cling to him every chance that you get. feeling your warm body this close to his just makes his heart feel so full and mushy ajbsnzzsmx

- sleeping without having you in his arms is a literal HELL to him so even if you're not a sleep hugger right now – you're gonna turn into one after two months of dating sim jayun

- needs you to be his pretty little passenger princess bcs there's nothing that makes him happier than resting one of his hands on your thigh or intertwining it with yours to pull it on his lap. depends on his mood

SUNGHOON'S is quality time:

- as he's always busy, he absolutely treasures every tiniest amount of time that he gets to spend with you

- tries his best to never make you feel neglected so expect a date night at least once per week or two if he's super busy. has a list on his phone of all the places the both of you wanted to check out together, so the date ideas never run out

- he makes sure to spend his lunch breaks with you – whether to eat together or just simply take you for a walk

- also, takes three hundred pictures of you on each one of your dates so that he can scroll though them as much as he wants whenever he finds himself missing your pretty face

- thrives off of every moment spent with you, even if the two of you are just laying on the couch and scrolling through your phones. he cherishes your company the most in the world

- shamefully often ditches his scheduled meetings with friends or some work parties only to hang out with you instead

SUNOO – acts of service:

- always plugs your phone to the charger for the night bcs he knows you tend to forget about it as you drift off while scrolling through some dumb social media (an unhealthy habit of yours he discreetly tries to change)

- if you fall asleep after a party or some rough day at work/school and don't have the chance to properly take your make up off – dw cause he's gonna do it for you with gentle caresses of the make up wipes he's bought for you some time ago

- makes sure your plants are watered and healthy bcs he knows how sad you get whenever one of them ends up dying on you :(( (also is a big fan of buying you every single pretty plant he sees in a store so now you're happily stuck 14 of them decorating your bedroom)

- loves to do house chores together with you – he finds it so relaxing!! from washing the dishes alongside with you wiping them dry, all the way to simply dusting the rooms or folding the laundry together – he THRIVES off of every single one of these activities

JUNGWON'S are absolutely words of affirmation:

- since he's still young, physical contact might not be something he's super used to. speaking though – now that's something he's really good at

- "i'm not going anywhere" "loving you is never a task, darling" "i think you're just fine. you're perfect" = best boy at reassurance and boosting your confidence

- always hypes you tf up whenever you feel insecure or worse about yourself, so he makes it a personal mission for him to make all of these thoughts go away as he showers you with hundreds of compliments

- loves praising you and watching you becoming a flustered lovable mess 🫶

- after finding out that you love the sound of his voice and find his talking soothing – bro ain't gonna shut his mouth even for a second. he'd do just about anything to make you happy so if blabbering about every single stupid thing he saw on the internet today is one of these things, so be it 🙏

- he'd break his tongue if that meant you would feel loved by him

NIKI'S are subtle acts of service:

- he's very attentive to everything you do even if he might not appear as such type

- he has all of your order preferences memorized by heart or written down in his notes app. also, he knows you're not the biggest fan of ordering or talking to the waiters so he always makes sure to do it for you and places your order alongside with his by himself

- whenever you're on a walk and it's getting cold, he will FORCE his hat or gloves onto you, rather having himself freeze to death than seeing one shiver running down your body

- walks you to school every morning without a fail and always buys you coffee on the way

- has some or your spare clothes in his wardrobe so if you spontaneously decide to stay the night you don't have to worry about not having anything fresh to wear the next day

Genya with a s/o who basically the enemy of Sanemi but loves Genya a lot headcanons?

Ngl, this request made me chuckle as it just made me picture genya trying to hold back his s/o from punching sanemi XD

Oh my god! Or the meme with the lady holding the dude while pointing at another dude XD

Thank you so much for requesting! Especially since I've not had many genya requests and its an honest to god crime....

Anyway!

I hope that you enjoy and that i've done your request justice, come back to request whenever you like as your more than welcome to return (^w^. )

Genya Shinazugawa with an S/O who's enemies with Sanemi - [Headcannons]

If Genya got paid every single time you and his brother fought, he'd be rich enough to buy you something fancy and a house - but he didn't so bargaining you away with promises of affection and snack would have to do...

You were so sweet with him - so kind and understanding and patient with him that the first time you'd held his hands he'd almost started sobbing

You just hated Sanemi.....

Like, really hated him - "He's an arsehole Gen!" You'd proclaimed hands vigorously scrubbing away at the dirt on the table after dinner "I hate him and his face!"

It was safe to say that Sanemi didn't really like you either but then again he didn't really like anyone to begin with... - "I hate your partners face Genya, (He/She/They) annoy me and I'd punch 'em at any given opportunity"

Your soft words of love (to Genya) turn to hard acid whenever Sanemi makes an appearance - thinly veiled threats and insults exchanged quickly - and Genya always has to take a step back from the poison you spit, thankful (and slightly amused) that it's never directed towards him

Beautiful Smile shifting into a battle-worn snarl (a flash of canine and a vein prominent in your forehead) as you enter a stance that's very reminiscent of a street brawler

9/10 you two end up brawling

It didn't matter where you two went - to the market, training grounds, a mission or on the way home - you somehow managed to lock on and find Sanemi

"I can just feel his annoying, smug energy and it makes me want to punch him"

Genya quickly finds himself developing a sanemi radar too - especially a radar that works whenever the two of you go out - that out ranks yours, specifically so he can whisk you both away before you spot him and a verbal altercation occurs

On the days where your both acting "nice" to each other (which is very rare) you and sanemi still make poorly concealed jabs at each other

In an effort to get the both of you to get along (even if its only slighty) Genya sometimes made you both wear a "getting along" kimono (much like the getting along t-shirt) so that you both weren't fighting

"If neither of you can be nice to each other for an hour, I'm not gonna speak to either of you for the rest of the day" which is quickly followed by you complaining before trying to get along with the enemy (aka. Sanemi)

Also you know the meme where there's a guy in a armchair and he asks the other dude to look at him before calling dude.2 bitch? yeah, thats you and sanemi when genya's not looking

TJ had just stepped through the door, but he was more focused on the phone call at hand. "What are you talking about? Attacked by a bear?" He scratched his head in confusion. The hell did he come back to?

"I don't remember bears being able to drive. The fuck is he ticketing a bear for? This isn't Paw Patrol.." Then he heard more, adding to the confusion. "Hang on, he got promoted?" That was an interesting development, and thankfully, he had some people at the PD who kept him in the loop. "I didn't get replaced, and I didn't go missing. I was just looking for someone and had no signal." That's all TJ had to say regarding his disappearing act. "Look man, just get Kevin to deal with it, okay? Because if Chief finds out I've got a parking ticket, he's gonna end me, and if he ends me, I'll end you, capisce?" It was a harmless threat, a joke really, and then he looked up to see Nova staring at him. "Shibal," he muttered, jumping a little in surprise, though he should have known she'd be here waiting. "Yeah, my girl is about to end me, so I'll talk to you later." TJ quickly hung up.

"Hey, babe.." He smirked, realizing she probably heard that entire conversation. "I swear I didn't get drunk again. Look, I didn't go to the hospital either..." He pointed to himself, clear of all injuries, though his neck and shirt collar were stained with blood, which he had to quickly explain. "Maybe I did. I can't remember... shit." There was a bit of momentary panic. " I really hope I didn't buy Laine another monkey." His explanation, filled with a mix of strange stuff he'd yet to tell her about that he had previously done, was the perfect cover. Also, it would not be totally unlike him to find himself with amnesia, and he probably couldn't return her calls because he'd knocked himself out somehow. He was just going to keep grinning like an idiot until she forgave him for not returning her calls again.

@ofwindydays

May I pls request Fyosig 14 for the kiss prompts? 💜🙏

Of course you may~! Thank you so much for the prompt!! And happy birthday, my friend <3 i hope you have a wonderful day!

14. A Kiss to Make Up

“I really didn’t mean to.”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know you are. I am not mad at you, Sigma.” The soft tut lulled through the room, deceptive in the way it fell over Sigma’s shoulders like a reassuring shroud. The sound of it gave Sigma the strength to glance up, away from the floor and back to the mess that he had caused.

Pink, soft and sweet and delicate even when illuminated by the harsh light of Fyodor's computer. Pink everything. A pink ushanka. A pink shirt. Pink slacks. Even the socks that hid within Fyodor’s boots were the same pink as the rest of his ensemble. Snowy whites existed no more, and it was all Sigma’s fault.

True to his word, Fyodor didn’t look angry. He didn’t look much of anything, unless Sigma glanced at his hands to see the fresh bite marks covering his pale fingers, scattered all over his knuckles like a canvas painted red with irritated brushstrokes. Those likely hurt, but Fyodor still kept his hands serenely folded in his lap as if he hadn’t noticed the sting.

Sigma chewed on his lip, anxiety thrumming through veins in a discordant symphony that had him shifting uncomfortably. “Are you… are you sure? I can pay for dry cleaning. Or I can buy you new clothes? Or—”

“I am sure. In the future, please refrain from helping with the laundry,” Fyodor interrupted with a sigh as he swiveled his chair around to face his computer setup once again. A few seconds later, the rapid-fire sound of Fyodor’s typing filled the room, and Sigma could recognize this for what it was.

A dismissal.

Sigma had been let off the hook, and that somehow made him feel even worse about the entire ordeal. Maybe Fyodor really was mad at him, but he was keeping it well-hidden for Sigma’s sake. The very thought had Sigma’s shoulders slumping in defeat.

He couldn’t fix this if Fyodor wouldn’t let him. He could only try again later and hope for the best. Maybe he’d have better luck once the dust had settled on this rose-colored mistake.

Sigma’s feet still refused to carry him from the room. Instead of leaving immediately, he tried to summon the courage to speak again. The words came out so quiet, so vulnerable, that Sigma doubted Fyodor had even heard his desperate plea.

“Can I… can I kiss you?”

The typing stopped abruptly. Fyodor turned in his seat again, his face no longer calm and expressionless but now… surprised. Pleasantly so. He gave a small nod and stretched out his hand, beckoning Sigma closer.

A wave of relief washed over him, settling Sigma’s nerves at last. He stumbled forward on shaky legs and accepted that offered hand, shivering once Fyodor’s icy fingers wrapped around his. Even with his knuckles bitten to hell and back, Sigma found no warmth in that hand, and yet his heart still fluttered at the chilling touch.

Up close, Sigma thought that the mistakenly pink outfit looked… nice. The white had always contrasted well with Fyodor’s inherent darkness, but this new color almost softened him. Cradled his pale face in a garden of pink where even the ebony of his hair seemed less severe.

As if guessing his thoughts, Fyodor tutted, an easy reprimand filling the air between them. “I would prefer if you keep your opinions to yourself.”

“It’s really not that bad,” he said anyway.

“My ushanka is pink, Sigma.”

As if Sigma had somehow failed to notice. “Maybe pink is your color?”

Fyodor’s eyebrow quirked, a silent question in his violet eyes that had Sigma pursing his lips to settle the smile beginning to form there. Do you even want this kiss? Or need I dismiss you again?

An empty threat, one entirely at odds with the way Fyodor’s firm hand drew him closer. The subtle ease in tension encouraged Sigma to lean in, to brace himself on Fyodor’s chair with one hand while he pressed their lips together. Even Fyodor’s mouth was cold, enough so that a shiver ran down Sigma’s spine. That only made him want to push closer, to leave even a ghost of his own warmth on Fyodor’s skin.

The kiss tasted of frustration, of forgiveness. Fyodor might have been angrier than he wanted Sigma to believe, but each press of his lips promised Sigma that they were okay. That even if Fyodor’s mouth turned sharp, even if his teeth drew blood, even if he drank in Sigma’s yelp of surprise with nothing but a vicious smirk—they were still okay.

And Sigma would take that. He’d take that kiss of frustration, of forgiveness, of blood—and he’d swallow it.

The Damage You Do: ch 23, pt 3

Previously

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wwx gasped as lwj stepped forward, one arm coming up to wrap around his waist while the other pressed at his mouth. “M-Mr. Lan?”

“Do not smile at me, rather than show your true feelings,” the man said, voice all threat and kindness that made wwx’s heart clench.

He gave his dom a wobbly smile, real and sad. “Easier said than done.”

lwj’s eyes shifted between his own, searching for something, before he nodded and unceremoniously hauled wwx up and carried him inside.

“Seriously, though!” wwx said as he was set down on a bench and his dom knelt to remove his shoes. “Your cousin said it would be fine it I visited you”—because, you know what!? The bastard had said it would be fine, and if it wasn’t, wwx was making sure he took the blame for this!—“but if it isn’t, I can totally leave.”

lwj set his shoes, ratty and falling apart, despite the fact that they were one of his better pairs, aside. The man looked at them as though they were going to kill him, which, fair. wwx would probably take A-Yuan to the ER if he got a cut from them. You never knew where the deadly germs were hiding! And he wouldn’t put it past his shoes to be hiding horrible pathogens!

“You have not gotten new clothing,” his dom noted, because apparently they were skipping past the “I can totally leave” thing and going straight into “my sub is a dumbass who can’t find time to go spend his earnings” thing.

“I also have not paid you yet,” lwj said, expression growing harsher, despite the fact that it didn’t change.

wwx had noticed that. He’d kinda just assumed the meeting with the rude dude from yesterday had gone long, or left his dom in such a foul mood that he had forgotten or been focused on self-care. “It’s okay,” he said, nodding sagely as lwj examined his wrapped ankle. “I figured something came up, and, like, you pay me so well! It’s not like I need to be paid immediately.”

lwj glanced up at him, then down at his ratty shoes. His eyes trailed over wwx’s so totally not winter appropriate clothing, to the stain on his shirt—which he had only noticed after they left, unfortunately. He hadn’t even grabbed lwj’s borrowed coat, having still been rushing to get ready when lhr arrived. It was so nice he’d hung it up in his rarely used closet and forgotten it existed until the cold hit him, and they were already hurrying to their ride.

“I’m busy, okay?” wwx said, crossing his arms and frowning down at the other man.

“You could have gone shopping this morning,” lwj pointed out as he stood and hauled wwx up, pulling him towards the living room.

“I had plans. Plans to come here.” Plus, he wasn’t going to ask lhr to watch A-Yuan so he could go buy new clothes! He couldn’t do that! Even this felt… weird. Also! Stores weren’t open this early! Tell me you’ve never gone to a shopping centre before without telling me you’ve never been to a shopping centre before.

lwj hummed at him, the sound judging, and hey, rude! He was here to cheer the man up, and all said man was doing was judging his smiles and shoes!

“How long do you have?”

“Ah, well…” wwx trailed off, more from finally being in the mind-space to take in the living room, than anything else.

It was beautiful, eclectic, and he definitely couldn’t imagine his dom decorating this way. Not entirely, at least. Occasionally, something jumped out at him that definitely screamed lwj. The bookcases, filled with books new and old and ancient that his fingers itched to explore. Framed artwork, that if you looked close enough, was newer than the lightly fading paint and wallpaper behind them—lwj replacing things he hadn’t liked, he assumed. There was a safe, where he assumed his dom kept weapons, just in case, as well, tucked into a nearby wall.

The rest of the room was just as oddly vintage as the bathroom had been. The living room was even sunken, something his brain had somehow not registered the day before, despite having, you know, stepped in and out of it. Everything was colourful, some of the patterns so horrific and overwhelming wwx had to stifle a laugh. It was also cramped, so many sofas and chairs and tables pushed into it that it looked smaller than his own living room, even though it definitely wasn't.

Ashes, Ashes 2: Click

previous //// masterlist word count: 1,542

ingredients: lab whump, knives, burning, threats

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"Wakey wakey, dragon boy."

Rhys grunted, opening his eyes halfway at the sound of a low female voice. A young woman stood over him. Stranger. Copper skin and a dark pixie cut. Her blue eyes reflected what little light there was in the room, making her appear almost cat-like.

He tried to sit up, but a leather strap across his chest (let's see, wrists, ankles… dammit.) prevented much movement. The attempt, small as it was, left him with a deep ache in the center of his chest, almost like– right. Chick with a gun. And now a chick that looked sorta like her (sister or cousin, most likely) was keeping him in her basement.

His shirt was gone, he realized. Shoes and jeans too. Everything gone but his boxers.

"Usually they buy me dinner first," he muttered.

"What was that?" Blue Eyes asked, her gaze still boring into him.

"Tell me you didn't throw out my jacket," Rhys said.

"Burned it, along with everything else," she said with a huff. "We wanted to see if your belongings somehow took on any draconic properties."

"You really thought my clothes might be magic?" Rhys said, but her words stung. He'd had that jacket for nearly 40 years now. It was practically a family member. And now–

"Not really. It was a long shot that they retained anything unusual," Blue Eyes said. "But sometimes it's just fun to watch things burn."

Hells, she had a scary smile. Still, he bit back any feelings of discomfort.

"You like watching things burn? How 'bout your house? Your town? Your adorable little sister? At least I'm assuming the one who shot me is–"

She struck him across the jaw with a closed fist. Not a painful blow, but definitely a dazing one. Rhys tried to raise his hand to rub his chin. (Right. The leather crap.)

"Gonna burn us all down, huh? Then what's stopping you?" Blue Eyes said.

"Maybe I just need to recharge," he said, pulling his face into a sneer, trying to look intimidating. "Maybe you should watch your back. Let me go now, or else I'll–"

"No." Blue Eyes had looked at least apprehensive for a few seconds, but now her expression had fallen back into something disdainful. "Obviously I don't know much about dragons, but I doubt leather's enough to hold one down. Well," she smirked. "A normal one, at least." She paced around the table, stopping at his left side. "So what's wrong with you, dragon boy? Get cursed?"

(Something like that.) 

"No," Rhys said. "Like you said, you don't know anything about dragons. Maybe I'm being merciful. Do you really want to throw that back in my face?"

She shook her head, giving him a mocking smile. "I think if you were capable of polymorphing, you would've done so well before now." She began sorting through a box behind her. He could hear the clink of metal on metal.

"In most stories, polymorphed dragons return to their true forms as soon as they're injured. Yet here you are, looking pretty human."

Rhys bared his teeth, but couldn't think of anything to say, at least not anything good. Of course she knew he couldn't shift. It was obvious to anyone who took the time to think about it, to anyone who looked past his empty threats. But still, some stupid part of him didn't want to give up, futile as it was. (That's why you lost it in the first place, dumbass–)

"Last chance," he said. "Let me go or you wake up to a pile of ashes."

Blue Eyes glanced over her shoulder, looking almost curious. "Hm. Do you retain the ability to breathe fire in human form?"

Rhys seized onto this immediately. "Yes. And I'm warning you–"

"Do it then." She circled around until she was at the foot of the table. "Burn me alive and escape. Those leather straps won't hold very long against dragonflame."

Rhys opened his mouth, and found he had nothing to say. She'd called his bluff. (Now she knows you're just a helpless little weakling, huh?)

"That's what I thought," Blue Eyes said, a smug look on her face. She reached into the box and pulled out a small, sharp knife.

(Weakling or not, I can still be difficult.)

"What are you gonna do with that? Poke me?" he said. …Or was she going to try and kill him? Granted, it was hard to kill a dragon, even in human form, but if that was her goal… 

"Maybe a little." She held the knife up, examining the blade. "As we've both acknowledged, we humans know next-to-nothing about dragons. But we're all very eager to learn."

Rhys shifted uncomfortably. "Learn… learn what?"

"Oh, the usual. Strengths, weaknesses, anatomy… anything that could help a hunter."

"Yeah? So ask away, lady. I'm an open book."

"No, I don't think so." She smiled down at him. "You know the saying, 'actions speak louder than words'. I think I'll find getting hands-on to be far more reliable. The fact that you have a quick healing factor just sweetens the deal. Sure, if I go too far you'll just turn to ash, but I think I can be careful."

Rhys felt his heartbeat begin to pick up. (No. No, stop that. I'm calm. I'm stronger than this.)

"You think I'm hiding the secrets of the universe under my skin?" he snapped. "This is insane–"

"Your kind has been responsible for more death and destruction than any other magical creature," Blue Eyes said, pulling something else out of the box. "I think it's pretty reasonable to want to know how to disarm a walking nuke."

He saw that she was holding a small blowtorch, the kind humans used for creme brulee, and almost laughed. Maybe, just maybe, she really was stupid. (Which means she'll slip up, and I'll get an opening, and then I can run far far away from here–)

With a click, the fire came to life. She held it against his bare shin.

"Kinda tickles," he retorted. Fire was nothing to him. He was fire.

"Hm," she said, making a note on a yellow pad in the corner and putting the pen behind her ear. "As suspected, skin is fireproof even in human form."

"I coulda told you that," Rhys said. "I'm telling you, it would save a lot of time if–"

"Let's see if you're just as fireproof on the inside."

"Wh–"

The knife came down before he could process what was happening, slicing a sharp line of pain down the side of his calf and drawing a hiss out of him. Blue Eyes made another note.

"Skin easily cut with a knife, doesn't seem to possess any special protection."

Rhys scowled up at her. Polymorphed, he lacked any of the armor his scales had afforded him. His hide was as soft as a human's, and he hated it. Every papercut, every skinned knee, every bruise reminded him of how fragile he was in this form. 

A pause, and the knife dug in again, deeper. Rhys choked back a cry as he felt the blade tear through muscle.

Click.

"Wait–"

Fire exploded in his leg, something bright and jagged that burned away every thought that wasn't centered on it. It took every effort not to scream. He'd never been burned before. Yes, he'd burned other things. He'd seen fire. He knew it could destroy, but now it was biting into him.

After what felt like way too long, the torch clicked off, but the blistering feeling remained.

"Hm," said Blue Eyes, taking another note. "Pleasant surprise. Could you have told me that?" she asked, fixing her gaze on Rhys.

"Damn you," he spit out. His heart was pounding, adrenaline pumping through him, but he had nowhere to go. He dared to glance up, but only managed to catch a glimpse of the blistered cut on his leg for a split second before he had to look away. He winced as Blue Eyes poked at the wound with the tip of the knife.

"Healing's started already," she commented. "Guess it'll take more effort to find a way to counter that."

Rhys craned his head to look at her, determined to give it one more shot (especially after that. Being trapped with her would be a living nightmare).

"Maybe you're right about me. Maybe I can't do anything to you. But my family will be looking for me." (Liar, liar, pants on fire) He narrowed his eyes. "And I don't think you want to be nearby when I'm found."

Blue Eyes tucked the pen back behind her ear, seemingly pondering his claim.

"Maybe so," she said, then flashed him with a wicked grin. "But if I work fast enough, they won't want me to be nearby when you're found either."

Rhys strained against the straps. "Are you crazy? They– they'll burn you alive! They'll–!"

"I'll take my chances. In the meantime I have more research to conduct." She moved up the side of the table, laying the knife against his forearm.

"You don't know who you're–hells–d-dealing with!" he sucked in air through his teeth as the blade dug in deep.

"No. You don't know who you're dealing with."

Click.

next part

“Oh no..no no..oh dear.” A man spoke out almost in total despair as he saw the traffic he’d had to endure and that traffic was nothing else but people. The man was a father, a man of middle age and he is currently buying a treat for his family that stood at the other side of the street, what was the treat? Ice cream for this warm summer’s day. Something to keep them cool. They were a family of four and somehow they all just agreed to have this man deliver four cones all on his own, not jst that but certain cones were stacked with different flavored scoops, possibly eight or ten layers. One wrong move, one bump and the entire cone comes undone.

Meanwhile within that very city a young man was seen taking a stroll with a rather furry and floppy eared creature at his shoulder that he of course passes off as a stuffed doll that he’s sewn to his shirt. Whilst walking he took a look at the man that really seemed to struggle with his cones, he was calling out towards his family, but they were all too busy talking amongst themselves. “Sucks to be him.” Said Yusuke in a hushed tone. “Puu..” The creature chirped silently before Yusuke took a step away. “Can it, this isn’t my problem in case you forgot we’re actually out cause we’ve got our own shit t’ do.” Yusuke said adamantly about not helping the man.

“Puuuu..” But the creature was JUST as stubborn and why shouldn’t it be, considering it was Yusuke’s trueself after all, someone that puts walls behind him but really wants to do the right thing. “Oh okay fine.” He sighed and marched towards the man with a slightly grumpy look on his face. “Hey pops, do you need a hand?” Said Yusuke as the man turned to look at him. “Oh, thanks so much..you see my family there? I’m supposed to get these two them..through this.” The man points at his family close to the local arcade and then the sea of people that simply scrambled among each other, another day in Tokyo. “Not t’ state the obvious here but next time bring one of your kids with you.” The young man blurted as he reluctantly took two cones and made his way towards the family with the father behind him. “Hey comin’ through here. Watch where the hell yer steppin’.”

Were things that uttered from his lips among other sentences of empty threats and they finally arrived at the wife and kids who were happy that they’ve gotten their ice cream. The smiles on their faces..infectious and he realized why the man did this without much thought, to see them this happy is truly worth any hassle, after thanking Yusuke they waved him off as they continued on their way. “Puu.” The little creature chirped happily. “Whatever, pretty soon they’re gonna call me Yusuke Urameshi, the town’s sucker. Anyway, how about we go get a burger yeah? Doin’ the right thing really makes me hungry.”

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get to know me

i was tagged by the amazing @johaerys-writes, thank you so much!!! 

Share your wallpaper: my phone background is really dope artwork of arthur morgan from red dead redemption 2. the art is sooo pretty and i’m sooo lazy so i haven’t changed it even though i haven’t played the game in months lmao. my desktop wallpaper is just,,, a black screen. which is really messed up, but it glitched out and deleted my old wallpaper (which i don’t even remember rip) and,,, ya know, the aforementioned laziness

The last song you listened to: Morbid Stuff by PUP

Currently Reading:  i just finished the v1 titans run of comics (1999-2003)!!!! i literally can’t recommend it more, it was so fun ough. but i’m currently in that phase after reading something really good where you can’t read anything else because of the misery of finishing a good read. it’s rough. honorable mentions go to the copy of the great gatsby that my coworker has been trying to make me read,,, (i’ve gotten through an entire one (1) page of it, sorry steve), and buy back the secrets, which is an incredible fanfic that everyone who likes timkon should go read immediately or i’ll kneecap your closest friends and relatives <3 (also also also in the family of things by @deadchannelradio which is so incredibly amazing and even tho i finished it a while ago i think it should still count for this because everyone should also read it immediately, the kneecapping threat still withstanding ofc)

Last Movie: Batman: Year One (with @darkravenstag, can you sense a pattern in the media i’ve been consuming jesus christ)

Craving: tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo, tattoo!!! (i’m broke)

What are you wearing right now: white soft sweatpants, my fluffy housecoat, and a shirt that says “i ❤️my gay cat” which was a birthday gift from @darkravenstag

How tall are you: last time i checked i was 5’4 but god knows if that’s changed by now (i doubt it), apparently that’s 162 ish centimeters 

Piercings: i have piercings in my ear that i got when i was like,,, four years old that are somehow still around god bless them. and i have a septum piercing. i really desperately want an industrial next

Tattoos: only one!!!!!!!!! it’s a neat little ouroboros but by god do i need more desperately

Glasses? Contacts?: nope, got that 20/20 vision, babey

Last drink: water (i honestly rarely drink anything but water)

Last show: i guess probably technically the mandalorian? it’s in the middle of its new season and @darkravenstag and i are watching it when it releases weekly :3

Last thing you ate: ice cream sandwiches,,, 

Favourite colour: i’m really bad at making decisions like this lmao. i don’t know myself well enough to know my own favorite color, if i’m tbhing. but a lot of different shades of blue are nice, and i like burnt orange and mustard yellow type vibes. green is also nice! so who knows

Current obsession: god i wish it weren’t obvious. to all the folks who started following me because of my greek myths stuff (and that includes you jo lmao) uhhhh sorry. greek myths were THE hyperfixation for like,,,, three or four years but dc comics is back in a big way. i simply cannot stop thinking about these little superhero guys,,,,

Unrelated Obsession: right now??? i’m not kidding when i say that dc comics has left me with literally no other computing space in my brain. like i’m at the stage of brain rot where having a conversation about something that isn’t dc related is a little bit hard,,,, it’s abysmal out here guys. but i’ll give a shout out to greek myths,,, when will my interest in the iliad and odyssey return from the war??? my brain basically works in two modes, which are dc comics nerd and pretentious classics obsessive, so eventually the classics hyperfixation will return but i couldn’t tell you when that’ll be 

Any pets: i have two cats!! their names are achilles and briseis and they are the worst little creechers but also god’s greatest gift to humanity (achilles is currently curled up in my lap purring his stupid little head off). they turn six this april!!! 

Do you have a crush on anyone: lol uhhh sure

Favourite fictional character: this is an incredibly mean question actually. you want me to pick a favorite son??? i am holding my hands over jason todd’s ears while whispering dick grayson,,, but also if we’re allowed to include ocs then rn everyone can get fucked because my baby wes is having a renaissance (in my head)

The last place you traveled: lmao the last place i traveled was back to my hometown (a small town in northern indiana) for the county fair this summer. the ice cream at the local ice cream stand is still the best in the country and i’ll die on that hill but yeah i’d kill to travel a bit more soon but probably won’t really travel until my sister’s wedding happens in georgia in october

tagging @darkravenstag @thrustin-timberlake @deadchannelradio @sarcasticbeanie and any other beloved mutuals (or followers!!) who wanna do this! it's fun, have fun!

Chapter 2: No threat is a match to April! Oh, wait, maybe this one is!

I thought about it almost too hard. I had to come up with a good plan… it was for her own good, for the world’s own good. Right? I tried justifying my actions. So I started doing it… for April’s sake, I had to stop her somehow.

“MAAAAAAAY!!” We were walking through campus, when she yelled that loudly.

“What happened?”

“L-look!” She showed me a couple, kissing… no, it wasn’t just “kissing”, it was full on “making out”. The two boys didn’t seem to mind it. Well, April was a somewhat conservative, but it was different from usual. Let me explain. She was fine with all kinds of love and identities. What she didn’t like was, in her words, ‘filth’. She said it was unnatural (although it’s not) and that it should be stopped. It didn’t matter to her if it was two boys, two girls, a boy and a girl or whatever else: the fact they were horny mattered to her. Well, that was a case of a simple aphrodisiac spell I had cast early on. Nothing too crazy, they would keep it in their pants for a while, if they weren’t too bold. But for April, it was too much to kiss like that (as they were, more like eating each other’s tongue than kissing). She went there, waving her little arms, separating the two boys. Thankfully, they just yelled at her instead of calling the police — like it had happened before.

We kept going with our day, without a lot happening. But she had a troubled look on her face. In the cafeteria, I cast the same spell again, and another couple was getting a little… nastier? God, I didn’t feel happy about that, okay? But it was, in a way, my own nature. I loved seeing her get all red and mad. Still, what I wanted the most, was to show her she was just like them. But I couldn’t just use a spell on her… it had to come naturally. I would do it somehow. Just think, May… that time, she tried using her sword, which scared the hell out of the couple. She was happy, so… no, wait! May! That’s no good! Ugh…

So… should the enemy threaten her somehow? I know everything about April. It’s easy to infiltrate… but it’s not easy to be “the other one” if she wants me by her side. So, I sent a message to her, from a very awkward applepie profile I created. I chose a random ass name, Lya, and typed out something that I thought wasn’t that bad.

@lya69696969

April… you, who claim to be a saint, shall fall like every other human. I will not spare your soul, but I will expose it, so everyone can see clearly what you’re made of. You messed with the wrong thing, girl. You shall suffer the consequences, and will taste your own blood very soon. I will bewitch people around you, from the ones you don’t care about to the ones you love the most, and everyone will show how dirty they actually are. It will be unbearable, to the point you will have to surrender. And then, I win.

Was it too creepy? Too cringy? Would she buy it? Two minutes after I sent it, she came running to my room. I was in my so-called ‘dad shorts’ and a random rock T-shirt, no bra. One may say: why would that be important? Well, because I can hear her thoughts. She came to tell me about the new threat, but all I could hear was some kind of… gasping…? I didn’t think I looked that hot, although I had just showered and my hair was a little wet. But, as much as her little mouth was so against any kind of ‘unholiness’, her mind seemed to think otherwise. I hated that someone so easy to read could play pretend like that. Was she that unaware of herself? If I had questioned my methods before, I started believing them even more.

“May… I need to save the world from this demon!”

“Yeah, sure.” I was unamused, like always.

“Come on! Can’t you show more excitement?” Hmm… I could hype her up, but I was getting a little tired. I petted her head again. She thought something like ‘please touch me more, May’…

“Aren’t you scared, April? You’re just human, after all.”

“I have a passion, May… and I’m, like, the main character, right?” She looked at me with a dumb face. I mean, well, yeah, if it was a movie she would be in the title, but it would be something like… April & May or whatever.

“Don’t push it. I’m afraid you’ll get hurt, April.” We both sat down.

“May…” She looked at me with sweet eyes… how she changed… it was kind of annoying sometimes that she could be the stupidest and the prettiest girl ever. “You wouldn’t let that happen, right?”

“W-what?! Well, I’m telling you!! Give up on that.”

“But I can’t give up now… there’s someone after me.”

“M-maybe if you said, ‘I’m not against it anymore’, they wouldn’t mess with you, right?”

“May…”

“Yes?” She looked at me very seriously.

“Are you stupid?” Wow. Now, that was unfair. “You can’t deal with demons like that…! Besides… people will suffer if I don’t do anything.” She was right, kind of. I had dug my own grave. “You’ll be with me, right, May?” She intertwined our fingers… why did it feel like that? At times when my own thoughts seemed more like random scribbles, I could barely read her mind…

“I-I… don’t know, April. Seems like it’s your mission. I will be waiting for you to come back each day.”

“That’s enough, then. Because you’re my precious May.” I felt bad, for a moment. Should I confess? “But I also couldn’t bear if this person attacked you… what if they made you act weird, or say filthy things…” Never mind… I hate that. Come on! Someone who looks at my boobs all the time, should actually act like sex is evil?

“You’ll do something, right?” I wanted to tease her.

“I’ll fight it to the end, May.”

“Oh…” I wanted to be mean, but I couldn’t do it face to face.

“Because I love May so much, I can’t have her hurt by any means.”

“I appreciate that, April… I love you so much, too.” That was true, though. I loved her more than anything else. Somehow, we fell to our backs, still holding hands.

“When it all ends, and I defeat this person, and I bring peace to the world… I want you to do something for me.” We looked at each other, it felt so sweet. I wish things were secrets and surprises to me, but my own nature deceived me once again. Her words were clear in her little head: “stop being my friend and become my wife”.

I wanted to hear that from her own mouth, with her own voice… and it hurt, because now we were enemies. I didn’t stop to think before, that she would eventually know it was me, and that she could hate me. It didn’t matter how much I loved her, we were enemies now. I was stabbing her back, while she smiled at me. I was the worst.

“Well, I think I’m off to sleep… I need to be prepared for tomorrow.”

But, for some odd reason, I wanted to destroy that facade. Would that mean I would destroy our relationship? That I would destroy April herself? If I was smart, I would say, “hey, it was me. It was a silly joke, please ignore that.”, and come up with another way of having her to stop the magical girl thing. Still, I was me. So I went with it.

@paramounticebound​ :

A grunt stuck to the back of his throat as she worked, exhaling sharply as furious nerves sent pain signals to his brain. It reminded him of the battlefield, of relying only on himself and those closest to him. That seemed eons ago, yet he swore he could still smell smoke, taste it in spare moments. It was a reverie unworthy of falling into; all the same he was saved when she pulled out an object.

Shrapnel, from an explosion he hadn't caused, that he had failed in removing on his own. Khan's shirt had already been torn from the skirmish and he'd thought to tear a strip off to use as a makeshift bandage. He tossed it to her, unable to consider using a sterile strip from the first aid kit-- whether it was a habit, or something that ought to be saved for her, an unanswered question.

   "Why are you helping me?"

An excellent question. Why was she helping her ship’s former prisoner and what could be the greatest threat to starfleet and the galaxy as they knew it. Because she wanted to live or because there was soft thing wincing in pain in her chest at seeing him hurt. Her brother told her she was too kind and too soft to be in starfleet, but she didn’t listen. Maybe it was because she needed him more than he needed her.

Though right now might be an exception as the shrapnel in her hand was warm and slick with his blood from an area he couldn’t reach. Her hands trembled for a moment before a steadying breath was taken and she set herself to the task of bandaging the wound. She tried to ignore how vastly in over her head she was. Tried to ignore the threat of the taut muscles under her hands that could very well turn around and snap her neck once her use was finally gone. Maybe that was why.  Buying time. 

Yet somehow only the truth tumbled from her lips as she finished securing the bandage strip. “I’d help anyone who is injured. Especially someone who’s saved my life. I haven’t said thank you for that yet, have I? Thank you.”

Live In Nanny Pt 2

Villain!All Might x Reader

All Might raising baby Deku but is in desperate need of a nanny (Pt 2). The morning after and basically wayyyy to long so the smut is gonna have to be in pt 3. (word count: a little over 2k)

pt 1 here

TW: Yandere themes, day after dub con, reader is held against their will

You were sore. Your hips, wrists, back, pussy, everything ached. A silky sheet was the only thing covering your bare form. You could feel that you were alone in bed, Toshi's bulkiness was no longer weighing down the mattress. It must be mid morning because light was streaming through the curtains. Maybe if you remained still you could absorb into the mattress. Not only because of your tender body, but because you would prefer to never see your boss again. But speak of the devil. "Are we staying in bed all day?" You groaned. Hating how he worded his question. We. It was condescending, patronizing, and somehow filled you with butterflies. Something was placed on the bed, definitely not heavy enough to be Toshi. And then you realized, not something but a tiny someone. Baby Izuku crawled over to you, babbling, and tapped your sore shoulder. "Morning, Zuzu," You mumbled. Your joints crackled to life and you tightened the covers so you could face the little one. Behind him the clock read 11:00 am. "I need to get dressed." The villain cocked his head, "I tossed your clothes in the laundry do you want me to go get something from your closet?" No, you didn't want him running through your belongings. He would probably make a mess. "Just give me one of your shirts." That provided you enough modesty to get to your room and you were surprised the menace didn't follow. You scrubbed your body raw under the shower, subconsciously punishing yourself for taking pleasure from the night before. You were frustrated. Clean and covered in giant sweat pants and a hoodie you stormed into the living room where Toshi sat watching izuku entertain himself. "I quit." There was a pause. You tried not to look at the child. He would sway your resolve. This didn't have anything to do with him, it was between you and his father. "Alright." Oh. He wasn't going to challenge you? Figures, the man got what he wanted from you. You turned on your heels and rushed back to your room. You didn't own much so it wasn't hard to shove your belongings back into the suitcase. Opening your bedside drawer you froze. Your keys and phone were missing. This was their spot. The dedicated key-and-phone drawer. You check the room once, twice, then Izuku's room, the playroom, the kitchen. "Where are my keys?" You hissed, to hell with the phone you could buy a replacement. "Why would you need those," His voice was taunting. You felt your fists ball up and your nails dug into your palms. You stomped your foot like a frustrated child. "Because I'm leaving, I quit, now give me my keys." "I agreed you can quit, if that's what makes you feel better. I didn't say anything about leaving." The tension could be cut with a knife. He wasn't speaking or moving, he was eerily looming. In the other room Izuku was getting fussy. It knotted your stomach not going to check on him, but you kept your eyes on the villain. Toshinori was the first one to move, he went to check on his son. Clearly you weren't a threat. You could do without the keys, even sacrifice your suitcase. You made it all the way to the front door where you expected him to be, but he wasn't. He was with Izuku. With a twist at the knob the door didn't budge. You tried once more before angrily shaking the door. All Might called for you, "I told you that you aren't leaving. It's a two way security system but feel free to keep trying." When did he install this? You didn't see anything obvious like a box or camera indicating a security system. You could've thrown a fit or tried to break open the window but you had a feeling you wouldn't make it far. "What are you getting at?" You asked, rejoining the father-son duo. "Nothing aside from what we discussed last night in bed," he was making your cheeks burn red. "Making sure we stay a happy family." By the tone of his voice you knew there was no room for discussion. He didn't chastise you for slamming the door your room. He didn't pester you through out the day. He didn't even open your door to tell you he made dinner. He came by later to tell you (through the door) that he left you a plate in case you get hungry. By midnight you were. You tip toed down the hall, peeking into to the nursery to see Izuku fast asleep. You scarfed down the food before crawling back to bed. --- The next day you shuffled out of bed and into Izuku's room where you picked up the quiet but awake baby. You were gentle as you combed through his green curls with your fingers. He was still warm the way babies gets when they sleep. Holding him soothed you. Toshi melted when he saw you two curled up on the couch. He didn't want to ruin the mood so he stayed out of your line of sight for a few more minutes. Finally he entered the threshold of the room, "I'm heading out for the day but I won't be out late." You could've ignored him, but Izuku's grubbing hands were grabbing for his daddy. You had been defeated by the toddler. You weren't a monster. You moved toward your now ex-employer so he could tell his son goodbye. Goodbye before he goes off to commit atrocities. Toshi kissed the child’s chubby cheeks without removing him from your arms. He was too close for comfort. You took an awkward half step back before his huge hand caught your hair. With a tug, your chin jutted forward and he pressed his lips to yours. "Zuku, keep an eye on mommy," Chuckling as he stepped out the front door. Your mind was fuzzy for a moment before looked down at the boy on your hip who was giggling and clapping his hands together. --- The jovial villain was focused at work. He was on edge, quiet and irritable. Eager to return home and help you with his son. All Might wasn't delusional — well at least not entirely. He anticipated that this would be a rough time for you, but you were a good girl, you would adjust.

When he placed that ad to scout for someone to watch Izuku he didn't plan for this. But you were so perfect. He ached for you in a way he never hurt before. Had you been anyone else he would've killed you when you found out his villainous ways. But no, he could never bring himself to harm you. God, you even took the news in stride. Yeah, you weren't thrilled and may have walked out of their lives if he hadn't stopped you; but you weren't trashing his house or treating Izuku any differently.

And you were so pretty underneath him, whimpering while you took his length, your nails digging into the man's shoulders when he released into you. You slept like a rock afterwards, rolling unconsciously into him. Your body sought his comfort, knowing you were safe with him. He just needed to give you time to adjust.

--- It didn't take long for you to stop leaving the room any time he entered. And soon you were back to your normal routine of caring for the child and keeping up with the house. You resumed playing around with Izuku and began reading a ton of books to the boy. You told Toshi that Izuku could even pick which books he wanted you to read. It was nice that you were talking to him again, sometimes making jabs at his life choices and always kept a distance between yourself and him. Izuku was becoming quite the talker, well the babbler because he hasn't said his first word yet. He was figuring it out though. He knew he could say 'Ap-ap' for apple or to get picked up. You were sure he would say his first word any day. --- The three of you were in the living room when it happened. Izuku was watching some baby show, the first "lesson" was colors and the little one did his best to make nonsensical noises. The next subject was family members. Siblings, sister, brother. Parents. Mom, mommy, mama. Dad, daddy, papa. Grandma, grandpa. Aunt, auntie. Uncle. Over and over again until the show was done. Toshi looked at the izuku who was wearing the face of a thinker. He looked at his dad, the little one was trying to get something of importance out. You both cheered for him once he finally got out the word "papa." It was cute to see the man beam with pride, even though he was a villain. The butterflies were breaking out of their cocoons again. --- Toshi didn't get much alone time with his son and he liked it that way. That meant you were with them. But when he did get time with son he worked on teaching the boy that you were the mommy. Mama. And Izuku would try to repeat but hadn’t quite got it. --- You were struggling to maintain your composure in between watching the news and cooking dinner. All Might was robbing a bank. There were hostages. You recognized the location immediately as a bank you passed almost daily before working for Toshinori. Did you know anyone inside? A small part of you worried for the man, probably because you were thinking of him as Izuku's father rather than a villain. You shut the TV off when you heard Izuku start to wake from his nap.

That night you couldn't help but notice a slice on his arm; it was superficial, not even bleeding but enough to draw out the question: Why do you do it? It's easy, he shrugged. All Might never initiated an attack unprovoked nor directed his actions towards helpless civilians. He stole, dabbled in the black market, and made sure everyone knew not to mess with him or anyone in his circle.

You just couldn't understand. When Zuku gets older he will ask questions. All little boys idolize their dads. What if someone tried to hurt the boy? 

The two of you were whisper yelling with each other. You more so than Toshi but he was still running low on patience; it had been a long day, after all. Izuku was picking up on the changing atmosphere, watching you both through furrowed brows, the quiver in his lip worsening. You stopped when you heard the whimpering begin. He was a sensitive child. Maybe you just needed to sleep. Toshi picked up the baby, bouncing Zuku in the way that always prevented tantrums and wails. He kept babbling and you could tell he was doing his best not to cry. You started to head towards your room when a cry broke out for 'mama.' This time it wasn't Toshi “putting you in your place”. This time it was Izuku.

"It's okay, Zuzu," Toshi soothed. "Mommy just needs a minute."

The crushing realization of just how trapped you were knocked the wind out of you. You couldn't leave the house. Toshi was always being too kind and patient. Somehow he managed to teach Izuku that you were his mommy. The most infamous villain had ensnared you and no matter what he wasn’t letting go. You would never be able to convince him to leave you alone and you'd never be able to leave Izuku.

You were tired of stubbornly holding out. Pathetic tears cascaded down your face, gentle and oddly relieving. Izuku practically leapt into your arms. The tot clung to you and his crying calmed down. you turned away, not able to look at the man.

"Are you going to think the worst of me forever?" Toshinori whispered. Maybe? Probably not. It was hard to tell. You didn't want to.

He continued, "I'm a good father, I would never let anyone hurt Izuku. Or you. Sure I don't have a lot of redeeming qualities but there are some."

You were tired of being stuck inside. It wasn't good for Izuku either. You wouldn't admit it but you weren't so sure you would abandon them even if given the chance. You were tired of trying to hate the man behind you. Tired of pretending you didn't fantasize about that night when you were alone in bed. Toshi moved right behind you and you relaxed against his huge chest. He was surprised and hesitant to move in case he frightened you to your senses. He couldn't just stand there though, that would be weird. Two thick arms wrapped around waist. "Tomorrow I wanna take Izuku to the park," You whispered. Toshi was equally defeated.

"Okay."

---

After putting Izuku to bed you made your way down the hall. The shower in Toshinori's bathroom was running. That was fine. You needed a moment to collect your thoughts. If this was going to work without you feeling like a hostage he was going to have to be open to loosing the reigns. 

He was surprised to see you in his room when he exited the bathroom in nothing more than a pair of sweatpants. 

"More fighting?" He cocked an eyebrow. 

You shook your head, "I hate All Might, just as much as I hate every other villain. But when you come home I don't see All Might, I just see Toshinori, Izuku's dad. That's the man I care about and no matter how much I fight it I can't stop caring."

It was hard to keep eye contact with him but you continued, "I want to be with you and Izuku, not with All Might. And I want to be here on my own accord. I want to be able to go out with Izuku and with you. Can't we just try that?" 

You didn't come in here to berate him again? Or to demand to leave? His heart softened as he realized that the person he wanted, wanted him back. You were willing to remain in their lives. 

"I can try that." 

Toshi trained his eyes on your body, fighting every instinct to close the space between. But you moved first, gingerly placing your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself as you straddled his lap.

"Can I sleep in here tonight? I want you to hold me," You whispered.

He nodded and rested his forehead against the crook of your neck. "Is that all you want from me tonight?"

tokyo revengers boys talking about the future

including: Manjiro „Mikey“ Sano • Ran Haitani • Baji Keisuke • Kakucho Hitto

„in 12 years, please stay away from me“

warnings: suggestive, manga spoilers (slightly), angst

note: fem!reader in Ran‘s

note II: somehow they got longer with each character

You always knew Mikey was born for something great and already has a plan but you didn’t know if you were in it until one night he took you out for a drive to the beach.

It was a flew nights before your highschool graduation and both of you were a bit nostalgic, not that Mikey has spend much time in school anyway.“Are you scared?“ Mikey asked, sitting behind you in the sand and with his arms around your shoulders.“About?“ you asked, still looking at the dark ocean illuminated by the moonlight.“ You’ll leave for collage in a flew weeks,“ he murmured into your shoulder, hiding how much it actually hurts him.

„A bit. You?“ You never talked about what would happen after school, you just assumed he’d forget about you for he has enough to do. After a moment of silence you feel him pull you closer, putting his chin on your shoulder.“No. I have the gang and I’ll visit you every weekend until you come back. You’ll work as an amazing lawyer and I’ll grow Toman bigger. And we’ll live in one of these big ass houses on the beach,“ he tells you with a hopeful smile on his face, melting your heart with his words.“Who said I wanna live at the beach?“

You watched Ran place a glass of water on your side of the bed and sit down again, his hair still messy and body glowing from the sweat, as you walk out the bathroom. Those nights started of as casual hookups, whenever one of you was horny or stressed but soon he started to stay the night, claiming he’s too tired to drive, buy you pretty things and just appear at your door whenever he had a bad day, yet both of you claimed to be just friends with benefits.

„If you keep fucking me without a condom, I might get pregnant, I hope you know that,“ you murmured a halfhearted threat to him and put you hair up again to keep it out of your face but the man only grined at your words.

„Would that be so bad?“ he asked in a low voice, pulling you closer by his shirt you’re wearing. With his arms around your waist and your hands on his shoulder he looked up to you with a smitten shimmer in his eyes. He was fallen for you a long time ago.“A little baby-Y/N. Hm? I’d spoil you both rotten and we could buy a house and the dog you always wanted.“

You smiled at his words, mindlessly playing with his hair.“Baby, you’re in a gang and I have a job.“,“I can quit.“ Your hand freezed at his reply and the serious expression on his face. Would he actually do it? You quickly threw that thought out and smiled.“I’ll not press your baby out my vagina without a diamond on my finger and at least a real date.“

Ran jumped up, picking you up at the process and placing a kiss on your lips.“Baby, I’ll take you to the best dates in your life and fill you up with my cum afterward.“

„Dogs!“,,Cats!“,,Dogs!“,,Cats!“,,Dogs!“

„That’s it!“ Baji yelled to stop your little argument,“ When I open my shop, you won’t be allowed to enter,“ he announced, crossing his arms like a pouty child.

„Well neither will you, in mine,“ you replied just as playful and stubborn, whereupon he lost his serious expression.“But I thought we’ll open the pet shop together.“

„I don’t know,“ you murmured, leaning back in his bed with a soft smile,“ I thought I might open a flower shop.“

„Flowers,“ he asked with a smitten smile and put his head on your lap so you could play with his hair.“That’s cool.“

„You think you?“

„Mh,“ he murmured with closed eyes.“We could open them next to each other. We could always eat lunch together and I’ll smell like dog and you’ll smell like daisies or some shit,“ he smiles, imagining how I must feel like to wake up next to you every day. Oh this could be heaven.

„We could have an apartment above the shop with a big balcony,“ you continued to dream about your future together.

„And there will be plants everywhere! And we’ll fight light an old married couple and our neighbors will hate us!“

„Promise?“ you asked as the fear started creeping up again. It’s silly to dream about such things for you knew you two would eventually grow apart like every young couple.“I swear it.“Baji finally opened his eyes again and placed a gentle kiss on your palm, the look in his eyes melting your heart. Maybe it could become reality, you hoped for he made you feel like he never loved anyone like this.

With an tired expression Kakucho took a seat at the bar, smiling as he saw you walking towards him with his drink already prepared. He’d spend most night’s sitting at the bar, talking to you and even though he’d never admit it to anyone you were often the one person he actually wanted to see.

„You’re late,“ You greeted him with a smile, placing the drink in front of him and taking in his appearance. He was wearing a suit but lost the jacket and his hair seemed like a mess. A handsome devil, your coworkers called him and you couldn’t disagree.

„Mh,“ he murmured, swallowing the whole drink in one smooth move, making you worry a bit, not that you’d show it for the two of you were barely friends.“So, are you gonna tell me what happened or will I have to wait until Sanzu comes, telling me what you did?“

As he stayed silent you took it as a signal to leave but before you could actually walk away, he called out your name.“Y/N.“ It was almost a whispers and filled with fear, for he never liked telling you about the things he had to do.“Do you ever think about…leaving?“ he asked with his eyes still on the empty glass.

You could just imagine what must have happened that day for him to be this devastated.“I don’t know, sometimes,“ you answered for you couldn’t complain about your life.“Why? Do you wanna leave Bonten?“ you asked grinning,hiding how much the thought of him leaving hurted.

„I don’t know…Maybe. Sometimes I just wanna leave everything to Mikey and Sanzu and never come back to Tokyo.“ Kakucho raised his eyes to the woman and for a moment he doubted his non existing plan for he would have to leave Y/N too.

„And where would you go?“

„Somewhere warm. Somewhere where it never snows and I wouldn’t have to carry a gun. I could open an restaurant.“ He dared to dream about a simple live but who was he kidding. Kakucho wasn’t made for a simple life, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself.

„Sounds nice,“ Y/N murmured, leaning against the counter, ignoring her other guests on purpose,“Want some company?“The man looked at you for you seemed serious about leaving with him everything behind.

Get Over Yourself - Lindsey Horan x Reader

Prompt: The Great Horan x reader? Where she and R aren’t a thing, but there are some feelings there. R always flirts with her and asks her out a lot, but Lindsey always rejects her. Eventually, R stops doing it bc she doesn’t want to continue being hurt and disappointed by the rejection. So, when R gets shipped with another teammate (you decide) by the fans, R has to flirt with them as PR stunt. Lindsey gets jealous and realizes that she wants to be the only one R flirts with. Cue an angsty fight between the two until she finally tells R how she feels and they make up.

“Hey Linds, do you believe in love at first sight?” Y/N smirked, slowly walking past Lindsey, pausing, waiting for the midfielder to acknowledge her. Once Lindsey looked up, cocking her head to the side, she continued, “or do you need me to walk by again?” Y/N winked, giving a slow, dramatic strut past.

Several players rolled their eyes, some boo’ing, while others squirted Y/N with water. Lindsey just rolled her eyes, fighting a smirk, “come on, let’s pass,” she reached a handout for Y/N to help tug her up.

Y/N grasped the offered hand, tugging Lindsey to a standing position. Lindsey, not expecting Y/N to actually pull her up, pushed herself up at the same time, crashing her body into Y/N’s.

“If you wanted to feel me up, you just had to ask,” Y/N smirked, hands on either of Lindsey’s hips to help steady her.

“You gotta buy me dinner first for that,” Lindsey gave Y/N a gentle shove to the chest before jogging away, tapping a ball with her.

“Yea?” Y/N hesitated, biting her lip, watching the blonde to see if she was serious or not. The friends had such a flirtatious relationship, the lines between friends and more had been blurred, were blurred. Hands would wander, hugs lingered, eyes always finding each other in crowded rooms. Y/N was the first person Lindsey would seek out when she needed to talk about something, needed comfort, or just needed to hear Y/N’s voice.

Anyone watching the two women could easily interpret the interactions would assume the friends were a couple. But they weren’t. The concept of a romantic relationship had never been discussed. Y/N had been working to feel out if it was more than harmless flirting for Lindsey, like it was for herself. But their friendship had been like this for so long, Y/N didn’t know how Lindsey felt.

Y/N knew how she felt, how she couldn’t help be drawn to Lindsey, and would be more than willing maintain the friendship as long as it meant she still got to be with the midfielder. Worried if Lindsey knew the true intention behind Y/N’s flirting it would push her away.

Y/N was brought out of her musings when Lindsey flipped a ball into her stomach.

“We playing or not you weirdo?” Lindsey smirked.

“Oh yea,” Y/N kicked the ball back, still only half paying attention. Her thoughts still on her feelings for the blonde, distracted by Lindsey implying she might want to go for dinner with Y/N, “so you, me, dinner. Then you can feel me up as much as you want,” the soccer player smirked, but her eyes critically watching the midfielder.

Lindsey scoffed, rolling her eyes, “What, like a date?” thinking it was a joke, laughed, juggling the ball a few times before passing it back, “like I would ever date you,” she continued to laugh alone.

Y/N felt her entire body heat up. Lindsey thought it was a joke. A joke they would ever date. That she was a joke, the concept of them as a joke, “hey, I was just trying to give you free access to touch all this,” she awkwardly motioned the length of her body, “your loss, “she tried to play it off, hoping her voice sounded more nonchalant than it really felt.

Thankfully, Y/N was saved from having to hear what Lindsey would say or do by practicing beginning.

For the next two hours, it was Y/N could do to avoid Lindsey. Switching lines for drills, have to re-tie her cleats several times, even requesting more work with the defenders to avoid all the midfielders. Everyone gave Y/N strange looks when she darted away at the water break and Lindsey reached out to touch a bruise forming on Y/N’s leg.

Somehow, Y/N managed to avoid the team for the next two days. Arriving just on time to meetings, meals, and practices. Leaving as soon as she could. She spent two days putting in extra workouts, extra training, or just wandering the mall. Anything that would keep her put of the hotel and away from the team. She was only trying to avoid the blonde, but she knew it was near impossible to avoid one person in the close group of women.

“Y/L/N!” one of the media coordinators called her as she tried to rush out of another meeting on the third day, “you and Mewis are up for media, let’s go.”

“Fuck” Y/N mumbled, slowly turning around to follow the media person.

“Don’t sound so excited!” Kristie slung an arm across Y/N’s shoulders, “we’re both hot, funny, and supposedly really good at soccer. We are a triple threat!” she tugged Y/N to a stop to jump on her back for a piggy back ride, “we get stuck, just flex these guns,” Kristie teasingly squeezed Y/N’s arms, “and they’ll all be so distracted we can just run away.”

That drew a genuine laugh from the soccer player, she tightened her hold under the blondes’ legs and carried her into the media room.

The media team all laughed as the pair walked in, Kristie having wrapped her legs around Y/N’s waist and around her shoulders., holding so tightly Y/N didn’t need to hold her. Looking similar to koala on a branch.

“USWNT presents ‘Koala or Kristie’. Where we show you a picture and you decide if it’s a koala or a Kristie,” Y/N announced to the media staff as she turned so Kristie could let go and drop right into the chair. When Kristie didn’t let go right away, Y/N reached behind her and began tickling the blonde until her grip let go and she fell into the chair.

The staff all laughed at the pairs antics, “you guys are already live,” one called while the two finished settling into the chairs, handing a phone over so they could read the questions being sent in.

Y/N smirked while she scrolled through the comments, letting Kristie introduce them and officially start their session.

“Alright Y/N/N,” Kristie leaned into Y/N’s side to attempt to read the phone and choose a question, “start off with a good one.”

“I have one of my own before I get to the fan ones,” Y/N giggled, grinning at the blonde while she tugged the phone away, “do you think you have the right koala-fications?”

Kristie stared at Y/N before glancing to the media staff behind the camera, “I think I’m busy today guys, I am available when I can do this with anyone else.”

Y/N maintained a serious expression, “that answers that, Kristie Mewis does not have the right koala-fications,” she began scrolling through the phone looking for a real fan question while Kristie turned and mock gasped at Y/N, “if I could play any other sport professionally, I would be a basketball player,” she continued on, ignoring Kristie staring at her.

Y/N deliberately focused on the phone, waiting for Kristie to say anything, her serious expression slipping and a smirk cracking through.

Kristie shook her head, “no way you could be a basketball player, you’re way too short,” she held a hand up next to her, drastically exaggerating Y/N’s height.

“But I’ve got mad hops, and big feet!” Y/N put her hands under her knee and lifted her leg, so her foot was in view of the camera.

“That just means you have big feet, not that it will make you a good basketball player,” Kristie laughed, pushing Y/N’s foot away from her.

“My mom said I’ll grow into them, there’s still a chance,” Y/N shrugged her shoulders. She knew she wouldn’t get any taller, but it was fun working Kristie up.

“You’re 28, you’re not growing into your feet at this point,” Kristie rolled her eyes, shaking her head, “read a question!”

Much of their live session went that way, very few questions being answered. The friends easily distracted, telling stories or just bantering, forgetting the camera was there entirely.

By the end of the say, the video had been picked apart, screenshots were made, and new a secret couple was formed.

Y/N had gone back to avoiding the team, her thoughts even more jumbled now that everyone assumed she was with Kristie. She didn’t have feelings for Kristie, she loved her like a friend and loved their easy going dynamic, but it would never be anything more that. And she knew Kristie felt the same.

“You’re avoiding me,” Lindsey said as greeting when Y/N walked into her room the next day.

“Fuck!” Y/N stepped back into the closed door, her body crashing against it, “what the fuck Lindsey?” she stomped further into the room.

“You’re avoiding me,” Lindsey repeated, sitting in a chair in the corning, watching Y/N move around the room.

“I’m not avoiding you,” Y/N continued to rummage around the room, mindlessly moving things around in order to look busy, “how’d you get into my room?”

“Kicked your rookie out, convinced the poor kid medical needed to redo their testing,” she answered quickly, “you’re avoiding me,” she said it a third time.

“I’m not avoiding you,” Y/N began to refold her suitcase to keep her hands busy and continue to avoid looking at the blonde critically staring at her, “but just to clarify, if I was, you thought the solution was to corner me in my room?”

“Is this because of practice the other day?” Lindsey pushed out of the chair and closed the distance between them, “because I know I’ve felt you up for less than dinner before,” she chuckled softly, stepping close, pressing her body against y/N’s placing a handout to land low on Y/N’s hip.

Y/N abruptly dropped the shirt she was folding and took two large steps away from Lindsey, “Fuck Lindsey, it’s not always about you. I’m not avoiding you. I haven’t hung out with anyone else,” she snapped, her jaw clenching while she stared hard at Lindsey.

Lindsey stared wide eyed at the sudden outburst before gathering herself, snapping back, “yet, Kristie gets to hang all over you.”

“You hang all over me all the time Lindsey, it’s the same thing. Besides, it was for the live thing we did,” Y/N didn’t know what she was so angry all of a sudden. She was avoiding Lindsey and Lindsey was just calling her out on the immature behaviour. Y/N really didn’t understand why she was upset, Lindsey had a right to confront her avoidance. Y/N was the one that had decided to pull away when it seemed Lindsey didn’t see their friendship as anything more. But what Y/N really didn’t understand, was why Lindsey was so upset about Kristie being on her.  

Lindsey knew why she was upset. She had spent the last two days always just missing Y/N and had replayed all their interactions before Y/N seemingly disappeared. The only thing she could come up with when she joked about them going out and shooting down Y/N’s dinner invite. Then she watched the live session Y/N did with Kristie, a few other players planning on throwing in their own obscure questions. The feeling she got in her chest watching Y/N carry Kristie in was a feeling she couldn’t place; she’d never felt it before.

Jealously was what Alex said.

Longing was what Kelley said.

Infatuation was what Rose said.

Gross was what Sam said, thinking it was directed at her sister.

Realization was what Sonnett said.

She sat silent the entire time, that feeling growing throughout. She ruminated on what her friends. None of the words fit, yet, they all fit. That was the problem, they all fit. She was realizing her feelings for Y/N. She was infatuated with how effortlessly funny she was. Longed to be the one Y/N was making smile the way she was making Kristie smile. And she jealous Kristie got to be the one Y/N was with while she had been avoided for two days.

So, Lindsey knew why she was upset. She was frustrated at herself because she wanted to tell Y/N how she felt but she couldn’t get the words out. Could only make a joke that didn’t end up being a great joke because now Y/N was upset too.

“Get over yourself Lindsey. You don’t get a say in who hangs on me and who doesn’t,” Y/N said, her voice had started firm, but sounded defeated by the end. She looked down before shuffling back to the bed to resume folding her clothes.

“But what if I did?” Lindsey rushed out, crinkling her face at how that sounded, implying Y/N was something someone controlled, “fuck, that came out wrong! I meant, I want hang all over you and you to hang all over me. And dinner, so I can feel you up. And I don’t want you avoiding me anymore.”

Y/N’s hands paused while she folder her shirt, before continuing, her eyes never leaving the shirt, “Lindsey, you don’t get to come in here pissed at me because you got jealous, then expect things to be alright.”

“I don’t want that or expect that! Yes, I got so jealous when I saw you and Kristie together and I didn’t even understand what it meant. But then I figured it out, I wanted all our banter and jokes about being together to be real. I don’t want to call you at the end of bad day, because I won’t have to because you’ll be in the bed next to me,” Lindsey saw Y/N’s hands stop moving and the shirt slip back on top of the suit case, Y/N’s arms dropping to her side, but she still wouldn’t look up.  

Lindsey took a tentative step closer, not wanting to spook the girl away like she had initially.

“I want it all to be real. I want everything we had a couple days ago again, but I want it to be real and more. I want this gross longing feeling to stop because I have you again,” taking a risk, she gently held Y/N’s hand and giving it a squeeze.

Y/N squeezed back before letting go, “Linds, just because you got jealous doesn’t me this is what you want. You like the idea of me, you don’t like me. And we can try and go back to how it was before, but my feelings are real, Lindsey, I know how I feel about you.”

“My feelings are real too!” Lindsey gripped Y/N’s hand again, tight, “this isn’t just me being jealous, watching you with Kristie was just what I needed to realize that I was just too scared to admit how I felt about you. I know how I feel about you,” she finished with conviction, reaching for other hand and squeezed both tight.

“Ok,” Y/N nodded, seeing the sincerity on Lindsey’s face.

“Ok?”

Lindsey was confused, she poured her heart out and she gets is ok?

“I don’t know your feelings Linds, but I trust you, and if you say they are real, then they’re real,” she smiled.

“So, can I take you for dinner?” Lindsey asked, still shy even though she knew the answer would be yes.

“And you can feel me up all you want after.”