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hey...back again i fucking love da pitt
requests are open for all the ladies + dennis + jack
summary જ⁀➴ you know samira has been overworking herself, so you decide to pick her up after her long shift and take her home to relax with food
warnings/tags જ⁀➴ fluff, established relationship, not proofread
you know how hard your girlfriend works. her job was important, and she was the best at it. but while she took care of others, she failed to take care of herself. you saw the nights when she would come home, tired and exhausted but with a smile on her face like she wasn't feeling any of it. she would envelop you in her arms and hold you tightly, saying how much she missed you and how good of a day today was.
you could see past the lies. you could see her exhaustion in her eyes. you could see everything that she didn't want to or mean to show. she overworked herself to the extreme, and you knew that.
it was another day for samira. and another day for you. except not entirely normal. you were going to pick her up from work today, a little surprise after all the hard work she's been doing recently with the new med students and interns that didn't know what to do at all.
you parked in front of the hospital, putting the car in park and grabbing your phone to see the time. almost nine, she's almost done. you get out of the car and lean against the door, starting to scroll through social media and other apps.
you don't know how long you were standing there before you heard her voice.
"yn?"
you look up, and a smile grows on your face. "hey," you say.
"what're you doing here?" samira asks.
"picking you up from work, duh," you answer like it's obvious, putting your phone in your pocket. samira doesn't respond for a moment. "what? you not excited to see me?"
samira's eyes widen and she quickly shakes her head, waving her hand causing her bag to almost fall off her shoulder. "no! no!" she starts. "i'm just...confused."
"about?" you press, taking a step towards her.
"i'm not sure," samira answers.
"really?" you ask, tilting your head to the side. "my smart doctor can't figure out why she's confused?"
a moment passes before she breaks, a smile forming on her face. "okay, you win."
"knew it." you smile back, holding your arms out wide.
"whatever." samira playfully rolls her eyes, but walks into your hug anyways. "you're so lucky i love you."
"i know!" you grin, wrapping your arms around her tightly. "i love you too."
a brief moment of silence passes before a breeze flies by and you pull away from samira. "you ready to go home?" you ask, brushing some of her hair out of her face.
"yeah." she nods.
"good." you smile and grab her hand, pulling her to your car.
samira gets in the car and you do a moment after her, closing the door and starting the car again. you pull out of the parking garage and onto the streets.
"have you eaten anything yet?" you ask, but you already know the answer.
"no." samira shakes her head.
you hum and nod your head, fingers tapping the steering wheel. "you want wingstop?"
"excuse me?" samira looks at you with furrowed eyebrows.
"wingstop," you repeat. "you want it?"
"i don't even know what that is," samira replies.
"that's partially the point," you say, smiling. "there's a ton of flavors, you'll find something i'm sure."
"uh-huh." samira hums and nods her head.
"just trust me, will ya?" you glance over at her and see the smile on her face, you've already won.
"i always trust you," she replies.
"good." you grin at her before looking back at the road.
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you finally arrive at home as you unlock the front door and walk inside, samira following behind you and closing the door.
you set the food on the small dining room table, and then drop samira's bag on the floor next to the coat rack.
"you ready to eat?" you ask, opening the bag and taking the food out.
"yeah, but if i have terrible heartburn tomorrow i'm blaming you," samira says, pointing a finger at you.
"yes ma'am." you laugh and head to the kitchen for a fork for yourself.
samira sits down at the table, taking her food from you and looking down at it. "well it...looks better than i thought."
"just try it and stop inspecting it," you playfully order her. "do you want a fork?"
"probably." samira nods.
you grab another fork and walk back over, handing one to samira which she takes and you sit down at the other end of the table. you watch her examine the food for a moment before poking her fork in one of the wings and takes a bite from it.
"well?" you say, waiting for any kind of reaction.
"it's good." samira nods.
"that's it?" you ask. "nothing else?"
"mm." samira hums, shrugging.
"you're insane." you shake your head. "i eat this like every time you don't cook dinner."
samira looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "this is what you eat?"
"yeah." you nod with a smile, eating one of the fries. "it's good! can you blame me?"
"every time?" samira asks.
"yes." you nod. "every time."
"baby," samira sighs and shaking her head. "we need you to eat something other than fried wings and soggy fries when i don't cook."
"huh?!" you look at her with wide eyes, jaw dropped. "you're joking! this is great why wouldn't I want to eat it?!"
"because it is...well..." her voice trails off. "not the best nutritionally."
"oh my gosh!" you groan dramatically. "i knew you were going to say that!"
"you love me," samira laughs lightly.
"obviously," you respond, eating another fry. "imma eat what i want though when you're not here still." you stick your tongue out at her, laughing.
"oh, i know." samira nods. "don't doubt that one bit."
summary: you manage to sneak mari away during doomcoming when no one's paying attention
warnings/tags: language, nsfw content, established relationship, dom!reader, sub!mari, fingering, thigh riding, not proofread
minors dni
standing next to mari, your eyes wander around the place, watching the other girls along with travis and coach talk to each other and dance. your foot taps the ground in the rhythm of a song you had stuck in your head. your gaze kept falling back to your girlfriend, staring unknowingly until she looks over at you and smirks.
"you got a staring problem, y'know," mari says.
"it's not my fault my girlfriend looks amazing right now," you answer, a sheepish smile on your face.
"this is far from amazing," she rolls her eyes. "i would've looked so good at homecoming." her lips form into a slight pout. "i would've loved leaving early with you, we both know those environments aren't really our thing."
you nod along to her words, taking another glance around before leaning closer to her. "we still could," you say quietly.
this makes mari look at you with confusion, her eyebrows furrowed together. "what do you mean?"
"c'mon." you grab her hand and start walking away from the group back to the cabin.
"what? yn where are we—" she stops, sighing and shaking her head and just letting you drag her back inside the cabin.
you lead her into the cabin, going up to the attic where your makeshift bed was laid out.
"oh, so you were hoping for this to happen?" mari teases once she sees the small setup.
"i never said that," you deny while shaking your head. walking over to the blankets, you sit down and pull mari down with you. "i just like being prepared in case."
"sure," she rolls her eyes, but lets you pull her down, situating herself on your lap. "just admit it, you wanted me alone."
"i always want you alone, princess," you respond, smiling at her when you see her face turn red. "how long's it been anyways?"
mari knows what you're referring to, obviously. but with hiding your relationship from everyone, you didn't have a whole lot of alone time to be with each other. she shifts a little in your lap when you move to put your thigh between her legs. "too long," she answers in a quiet voice.
your smile grows at her answer, leaning in and kissing her deeply. your hands rest on her hips, pulling her closer which causes a whimper to escape her throat. you take the opportunity to slip your tongue past her mouth, tilting your head to the side as your lips move messily against each other.
mari starts grinding against your thigh subtly, her arms hooking around your neck and tugging on your hair lightly. you pull out of the kiss to breathe, smiling at the flushed expression on her face.
"looks like someone wanted this too," you tease, your hands grabbing her hips tighter.
"shut up," she squeaks softly, moving faster against your thigh. "fuck..." she lets out a soft moan. the friction of the pants you were wearing and her panties rubbing against her clit perfectly.
"keep going, baby," you say, encouraging her. you move her along your thigh, feeling her wetness through your pants. "if you can make yourself cum then maybe i'll be nice and give you something better," you whisper into her ear, your lips trailing down to her neck to leave little kisses and bites that won't show.
"please," mari whimpers, tilting her head to the side to give you more room. her quiet gasps and moans fill the attic as she starts grinding more desperately, her fingers tangling in your hair while pulling you impossibly closer. she can feel the knot in her stomach tightening as she moves against your thigh, letting out a short cry when you flex your muscle. "o-oh my god!" her body shakes with the strength of her orgasm, pulling on your hair tightly.
you smile against her neck, leaving another little bite before pulling away to look at her. "there ya go, baby." your hands trail down her thighs under the dress she was wearing, inching closer and closer to where she needed you. "you think you got one more in you?"
despite still coming down from her high, mari nods her head quickly at your question. "yes! please!" she whines.
you push her panties to the side, dragging your fingers along her wet folds, letting out a little groan feeling her drip into your palm. "fuck, you're so wet, baby. you want me to fuck you with my fingers? hm?"
"please!" mari nods again. "please, yn, i need you so bad, please."
without hesitation you slip a finger inside her easily due to her wetness, feeling her walls contract around you as she lets out a loud moan.
"oh my god!" she throws her head back when you start thrusting in and out of her at a quick pace. "fuck, yn!" she whines your name.
"can't have people noticing we're gone, can we?" you say, watching her shake her head. "then we'll be quick." you kiss her passionately, swallowing her moans that were still coming through slightly.
mari rocks against your hand, moaning into the kiss when you add another finger and curl them, her hands moving down to your shoulders and gripping them tightly, her nails digging into your skin. when she parts from the kiss, she's looking into your eyes as she whimpers. "please, baby, let me cum, please."
"you close already?" you taunt, your smile still on your face as she nods. "go on, princess. cum for me."
the second you curl your fingers again has mari letting out a long whine, putting her face in the crook of your neck as her second orgasm tears through her. "fuck..." she mumbles into your neck. "that was so good."
"i know," you respond, making her smack your shoulder. "we should get back, they'll notice if we're gone any longer."
"i don't wanna sneak around anymore," mari says.
"what?" you let out. "are you serious?"
"mhm," she hums, pulling her face from your neck. "i think it's time we tell them."
"you just want more time together, don't you?" you ask.
"obviously," she smiles, leaning in and kissing you.
ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE 🫶 this is so short im sorry
warnings/tags: fluff, mild language, secret established relationship, gn!reader
"we shouldn't be doing this."
"no one's gonna see," you murmur against mari's lips.
hiding behind a tree (hopefully) far enough from the rest of the group, your arms are wrapped around mari's waist while hers are hooked around your neck. the two of you have been seeing each other for a while now, but had yet to tell any of the girls. though, some (tai) were catching a feeling that there was something going on between you two.
you went with the team because you were the sports photographer for the school, but also because mari practically begged you to come with so she wouldn't have to deal with all of her teammates and not be able to contact you across the country. you didn't mind, and you were able to get the approval for one extra person to join them and take the pictures of them at nationals.
which was a good thing, cause once you crashed mari was grateful for you to be there. though it was still the summertime, both of you knew once winter came things were going to get more difficult for everyone.
parting from the kiss, mari rests her head on yours, breathing heavily with her eyes closed. you can tell she's thinking about something, and you lean back a little to look at her better.
"penny for your thoughts?" you say, moving some of her hair out of her face.
"we have to tell them eventually," she says quietly.
you raise an eyebrow at her response. "i thought you were the one who didn't want them to know."
"i mean, yeah, but..." mari sighs. "tai is obviously suspicious and nat is...eyeing you."
a chuckle escapes your throat at her last words. "eyeing me? don't tell me you're jealous of scatorccio of all people?" you tease.
"no!" mari denies, shaking her head but her face has turned red as her eyes look away from you.
"oh my god, you are!" you laugh.
"shut up!" mari unravels her arms from around your neck, moving to step back when your grip on her tightens and you pull her back to you.
"hey, it's okay!" you say once you've stopped laughing, smiling at her. "but, i agree. i think we should tell them sooner than later. so this way you don't have to worry about me being eyed."
"oh my god, you're not going to live this down, are you?" mari rolls her eyes, but a small smile is creeping on her face.
"nope!" you shake your head, smiling wider. "how do you think we should tell them?" you ask.
"i dunno," she shrugs, and then a smirk forms on her face. "we could totally fuck with them."
"what do you have in mind now?" you sigh, but still smiling.
"let's just say i'll get a little too close to you when we go to sleep tonight," she answers, wrapping her arms around your neck again. "one of them will surely notice."
"are you sure you're not just wanting to get closer to me without an excuse?" you tilt your head to the side.
"maybe. maybe not," she replies. "for now..." her voice trails off as she leans closer to you. "we can still sneak around. it's more fun this way."
"definitely." you close the gap between you two, kissing her.
you're the one that i'm dreamin' of | jackie taylor
— pairing: jackie taylor x transmasc!reader
— summary: you're in love with jackie taylor. the only problem? internalized transphobia.
— wordcount: 3,085
You're just sitting next to each other on the couch watching a movie, you don't know why your heart is beating so fast.
Maybe it's because her shoulder is touching yours, and every time she finds a joke funny, she leans into you while laughing, causing you to sweat and nervously laugh along with her.
God, you need to get over your little crush on Jackie. Well, it's not little at all, actually - you know you're in love with her, which is 10 times worse. But the worst part is the voice in the back of your head telling you that she'd never be with someone like you. Someone trans.
You know it's not true - Jackie was very supportive when you came out to her in middle school. She was the only one defending you from shitty kids and let you stay at her house for a while when your parents found all your binding stuff and threw you out. Of course, you had to go back eventually but they made you throw out anything related to that 'sinful' shit.
Jackie would sneak you some of Shauna's flannels when you'd reach the bus stop so you could be yourself outside of home, and you always chalked that fluttery feeling in your stomach when she called you handsome down to gender euphoria. This is partly true, but you secretly wished she would've called you her boyfriend instead.
But even so, you'd have to swallow the bile that rose to your throat when senior year of high school started, and you'd see her talking to Jeff - to a real man. You know that there wasn't anything going on between them, but your stomach would churn when she would mention how cute he looked that day. It made you angry - at her, at Jeff, at your parents, at yourself.
So angry, that you would start ignoring her. Being too close to her got to your head and it was getting hard to ignore your growing feelings for her. But this is Jackie we're talking about, and she cornered you until you spat out some pathetic excuse that you were just too busy with homework to ever go see her. She didn't buy it for a second, but she saw how uncomfortable you were and didn't want to press you about it. You somehow made it through the rest of the school year by only seeing her a couple of times while hanging out with mutual friends.
Now, it's your freshman year at Rutgers which Jackie begged you to apply to so you could be college buddies, and to be honest, it wasn't your first choice, but you applied anyways. And it was the only one you got accepted to, so you had no choice in the matter. Coincidentally, you and Jackie had the same history class, so it was only natural that she had asked you to come over to her house to reconnect.
Which was a bad idea.
"Have you ever kissed someone?" Jackie speaks suddenly, turning to you while twirling her hair around a finger.
You stumble for a second, gulping hard. "U-uh, no, I haven't. Have you?"
Please say no, please say no.
"Me neither." she smiles, and if you hadn't been too embarrassed to make eye contact, you would have seen the way she glanced at your lips. You hum at her response and nod before turning your attention back to the movie.
A beat passes.
"Wait, we should practice on each other!" she says as if it were a huge revelation. She's looking at you with sparkles in her eyes and an innocent grin, reaching for the remote to pause the movie.
"What?" you squeak out, scooting up and sitting straighter on the couch, swallowing hard as you look at her. Your hand shakes as you bring it up to scratch at the back of your head. "Are you serious?"
"Of course," she rolls her eyes. Jackie leans in closer to you and grabs your hands, and if she hears the nervous breath of air you let out, she chooses to ignore it. "I mean, it wouldn't even be awkward, right? We've known each other since we were kids. And besides, it's just a little practice, no harm done."
Oh, if you only knew.
You think about it - really, think about it. You don't wanna kiss her just because you like her. You know that would just cause more problems with your feelings for her. But at the same time, you've barely gotten to know anyone while at this college and the only girl you talk to here is your classmate who sits beside you in art, and she only asked for a pencil one time. So, who knows when the next time you'd be given this opportunity to kiss another girl, let alone Jackie Taylor.
Of course, there would be no other option you'd pick besides kissing her, even if that means destroying your friendship with her forever. For you, at least. She'd go on with her life and you'd be stuck dealing with all the emotions and be lucky if you don't explode with them.
You nod slowly, choosing to ignore the sinking feeling in your gut. Your lips tremble as you speak, and a cold sweat consumes your body. "S-sure. It's just practice." you try to convince yourself of it, but it doesn't seem to work that well.
Jackie giggles and claps her hands together, wiggling her toes as she gets in position next to you, and you nearly back out of it as you feel her breath hit your lips. She places her hand on your shoulder for a second, picking at the fabric of your shirt before trailing her hand to your neck and pulling you in for a soft kiss.
Your brain immediately shuts off and you can hear the wires crack with electricity as her plump lips move against yours. You have no choice but to let her take control of the kiss, Jackie giving you experimental pecks before getting brave enough to stick her tongue in your mouth.
You moan at the feeling, eyes widening with embarrassment as you pull away, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. You can't look her in the eye as you stutter out apologies, but you wish you could because the only thing you can focus on is how swollen her lips are.
"How was it? Was I good?" she asks hopefully, leaning in and anticipating your response.
"Mhm." is all you can say.
She raises her fists in a celebratory manner, proud of her newly found skill. She buzzes with excitement, looking lost in thought as she replays the moment in her head. She grabs the remote and turns to you again, seemingly mistaking your frozen state for some sort of expectation on her part.
"You were good too." She reaches out and touches your arm, eyebrows furrowing at how suddenly you get up.
"Sorry-I just," you wipe at your nose and clear your throat, looking anywhere but at her. "I forgot I have an early class tomorrow, and I don't wanna stay up late."
"Oh, okay." She nods, trying not to sound disappointed. She watches you walk away and calls out your name, remembering something. "Wait! You should come to my party that I'm hosting in a few weeks."
"What party?"
"It's just a small party with friends and their friends, probably. It's to kick off our first semester of college." she smiles and shrugs, bouncing on her tippy toes. "I want you to be there with me."
"And Shauna!" she adds quickly. "Her semester at Brown doesn't start for a couple more weeks so she's coming over to visit. She's been asking about you too, I don't know why she's suddenly so interested in you." she crosses her arms, looking annoyed.
"I'll try to show up, but don't expect anything," you tell her, giving her a small smile. You feel your heart skip a beat at her excited squeal and hug, awkwardly melting into it.
You walk out the door and can feel your emotions building up, kicking a stray rock on Jackie's sidewalk before you let out a heavy sigh and wipe your face.
"Fuck!"
The second you get to the party, you make a beeline straight for the drinks.
Jackie's front door was unlocked when you arrived and for now, she was nowhere to be found. You're not entirely sure why you decided to show up in the first place - you've been a mess since that kiss you had with her all those weeks ago. It's all you can think about and replay in your mind, and some of your grades have started to slip. The thought of seeing her here after successfully avoiding her, which was surprisingly easy with a clever lie about being busy with classes, made you want to vomit.
You gulp down your 4th shot, grimacing at the burn in your throat. You pull out your phone and check the time - 9:49 p.m. You could stay another hour or so, take advantage of all the free drinks, maybe say a quick "Hi" to Jackie and Shauna, and then leave.
"Should you really be drinking that much?" you hear a whiny voice tease from behind you.
Speak of the devil.
You turn around and are face to face with Shauna Shipman, one of your best friends from elementary school. The last time you had spoken to her was a couple of days before high school graduation, and it was about Jackie because, of course, it would be. She had urged you to grow some balls and ask her out before any other person with brains would. You chickened out, that same voice in the back of your head saying she would've rejected you. Of course, you've kept up with her through texts, but you haven't really had the time or heart to respond to all her questions about how it's going with Jackie.
You roll your eyes and bashfully smile at the sight of her, clad in her iconic plaid shirt, which you're pretty sure is the exact one Jackie gave you that one time. You shake your head to rid the thought of her, bringing Shauna in for a hug. You inhale the scent of her cologne, sighing against her shoulder as your mind spins.
"I've missed you, Shipman." you pull away from her and grab another shot, ignoring how she scoffs and rolls her eyes. Despite this, she reaches out and grabs herself one, clinking it against your glass before you both swallow it down.
"You look good." she compliments, punching your arm and scanning your body over. "I heard that you've been on T for a while now, congrats. I like the little baby beard thing you've got going on." You swat her hand away from your face as she tries to touch it, chuckling at her antics.
"Oh, thanks," you say with fake earnestness, scratching at your stubble. "I've only been letting it grow out for 6 months now, no big deal."
"I'm sure Jackie loves it, she's always had a thing for beards," Shauna replies, smirking at you.
Your smile drops a bit at the mention of Jackie and you clear your throat awkwardly, looking away. Shauna looks at you quizzically, wondering what she said wrong. You shake your head, pouring yourself another shot before sighing.
"It's a long story," you mumble, the alcohol finally catching up to you. She grabs you by the hands and leads you through the crowd of people and into Jackie's backyard, pulling a chair out and sitting you down.
"Well, spit it out."
You end up spilling your guts to Shauna about your feelings and what happened with Jackie, surprising yourself for being able to hold tears back as you pour your heart out. She rubs your back comfortingly as she listens to you talk about everything, her heart hurting as you mention your internalized transphobia.
She opens her mouth to speak but another voice calls out for you.
"There you are!" Jackie yells, stopping in her tracks when she sees how close Shauna is to you. Her annoyance turns into concern when she notices how drunk you are. "I've been looking for you everywhere."
You giggle at her, looking up with a dopey smile, and rush to your feet. "Jackieeeee, hi."
"How much has he had to drink?" Jackie looks at Shauna, growing more concerned. You stumble into her arms, and she catches you, trying to keep you still as you mumble incoherently into her neck.
Shauna shrugs, wondering if she should intervene. You're nearly blacking out, but she knows this would be the only way on earth that you'd confess to Jackie. "Maybe 4, 5 shots?"
Jackie scoffs, rolling her eyes. She grabs your face and looks at you with a soft expression. "I'm gonna take you back to my room, okay? You can rest in there until you get sober enough."
"Noooo," you pout, letting yourself get tugged by her back into the house and up the stairs, which you nearly trip on. You huff and puff as she pushes you into her room, feeling old memories come back at being in here. "You're no fun."
She ignores you and guides you over to her bed, pulling the covers back and helping you get in. You have no energy to fight back as she tucks you in, moving stray hairs out of your face and kissing your forehead. She leaves for a second to fetch you water, forcing you to drink some.
"Why did you have to ask me to do it?" you ask suddenly, hiccupping and closing your eyes as you feel yourself get tired.
"Do what?" she says quietly, running her nails over your scalp as she watches over you.
"Ask me to practice kissing," you mumble. "I hated it. I hate you."
"I'm sorry." she apologizes, feeling a pang of sadness at your words. "I never wanted to make you fe-."
"I think I'm in love with you, Jackie."
She freezes, her movements stilling as she processes what you just said. She swallows down what she really wants to say and shakes her head, blinking away tears. "You're drunk, you don't mean that."
"I do. I've known since middle school, I just could never bring myself to tell you because you'd never date someone like me."
"Shut up." she gets out of bed, releasing a shaky sigh and fixing her hair. She feels her stomach drop as you give her a dejected look and turns around to face the door. "You can sleep here tonight. I'll come and check on you in the morning."
She walks towards the door and opens it, not looking back at you as she whispers "Goodnight." you're too drunk right now to care about what you just did, so you close your eyes and sleep.
You wake up with arguably the biggest hangover ever and groan, covering up the creeping sunlight with your blanket. Wait—this isn't your blanket; it's Jackie's blanket. You sit up, feeling your heart sink as you realize what happened last night.
Shit.
Just as you're about to get out of bed, the door opens and in walks Jackie, looking surprised at you being awake.
"I've checked on you like 5 different times, and you were always asleep." she chuckles awkwardly, sitting at the foot of the bed and fingering the loose thread on her pajamas. "I didn't know if you had classes today but I figured I'd let you sleep in any way."
"Thanks," you mutter, licking your dry lips. Reaching for the water she brought you last night, you take a generous swig. Glancing at the clock that reads 2:33 p.m., you sigh. You have a 3 o'clock class, but you really don't think you can handle going anywhere today.
The room is filled with uncomfortable silence as you both sit and pretend like you're not glancing at each other. You fumble with the water bottle before you gather the courage and speak with a small voice.
"I'm sorry about last night. I wasn't thinking." That's as best you can do without feeling like throwing up.
"Did you mean it? What you said about me?" Jackie scoots closer, removing the water bottle from your grip and placing it back on the nightstand. You internally scream as you make eye contact with her before looking away, feeling too nervous. Her hand covers yours and you feel a shock of electricity, nodding your head slowly as you glance back to her.
"Y-yes." you finally say, voice breaking. "I meant it."
You watch as her shoulders relax, closing her eyes and sighing out. She looks at you with a half grin and playfully shoves you, bouncing to her knees on the bed and holding you by the shoulders. "You're an idiot."
"Excuse me?" you furrow your eyebrows, looking at her like she's crazy.
Jackie shakes her head and pushes you back so you're lying down on the bed and gets onto your lap, her lips meeting yours in a sweet kiss. You feel like you're having a fever dream between the hangover and Jackie kissing you, but you welcome it, placing your hands on her hips and kissing her back.
You spend at least 5 minutes catching up with a long-awaited makeout session, Jackie pulling back with a satisfied grin. She rests her forehead against yours and caresses your cheek with her hand, looking into your eyes with a loving expression that makes your heart flutter.
"I was waiting for you to confess to me all these years, you know," she mumbles, kissing your nose. "I was starting to think you were gay or something."
You chuckle, tracing random patterns on her back. You lean up and flip her over on her back, smiling at the sound of surprise that flies from her mouth. You place your arms over both sides of her head and kiss her gently, pulling back only slightly.
"Well, here's my confession. Jackie taylor, I've been in love with you since we were in middle school. You would make me the happiest boy in the world if you went out with me. What do you say?"
"Hmm," she ponders, giggling as you pinch her side. She brings you in for another long, sweet kiss, getting sidetracked as she stares at you.
not sure which characters u write about for arcane!! but if you do male characters, could be anyone of your choice where they don’t get the hint you like them or want to take their relationship further (depends if u wanna do sfw or nsfw!!) :) tyyy!
for male characters i write for jayce, viktor, ekko, and silco! thank you for requesting 🫶
you thought you were going mildly insane, having a crush on your friend as his second partner to jayce
to be fair, you kinda were, judging how no matter what you did in attempt to give hints just led nowhere
you tried talking to jayce on a few occasions, trying to get some advice on what to do, but he wasn't much help with relationship stuff as he claimed
you tried over and over again to get viktor to notice you more than just a friend, and every time, he couldn't tell
"hey," you say softly, slowly approaching viktor from behind with a hot cup of tea in your hands.
viktor turns his head as soon as he hears your voice draw him out of his work, and a small smile grows on his face. "good evening, yn," he replies.
"i brought you some tea," you set the cup down carefully next to his papers that were scattered along the table. "have you ate anything yet?"
"thank you," viktor responds, his eyes following your hand as you set the cup down. "i have not," he then shakes his head. "jayce tried asking earlier, but i wasn't quite hungry."
"would you like me to try and make you something?" you ask, looking down at him as you fiddle with your hands anxiously.
"mm," he hums, shrugging his shoulders lightly. "i would prefer your presence here with me. if you don't mind, that is."
"i don't mind," you shake your head, trying to fight the smile forming on your face. "just tell me what you'd like me to do."
"nothing," viktor answers, having you look at him with confusion. "you don't have to do anything, precisely. just your presence is enough."
"oh...okay,"
you still couldn't figure out how to get viktor to realize you had feelings for him, you couldn't believe how oblivious he was
after years of liking the male, he didn't ever seem to appear like he reciprocated those feelings, making you slowly give up as time went by
it wasn't until one early morning, that it all finally fell into place
viktor slowly made his way to the lab. it was early morning, the sun hardly peeking out from over the horizon as he hobbled through the hallway. this morning, he was already thrown a bit off his rocker. for he hadn't seen you yet since he woke up. normally, you would be awake and moving before him and jayce, so it was odd to not see you around as he walked down the hall.
entering the lab, viktor turns on the lights, and then stops in his spot. there you were. your body slouched against the table with papers messily filled with calculations that viktor was doing the day prior, seemingly asleep. slowly, he approaches you and stands behind you, silently looking at you. the sun is shining against your face, and viktor comes to the realization that he never paid attention to how much he liked looking at you. you looked so peaceful like this, and he felt an odd sensation in his chest as he peered down at you.
suddenly, you start stirring around, slowly opening your eyes to see viktor standing above you. "mm? viktor?" you groggily mumble.
seeing you wake up, viktor, as fast as he can, takes a few steps back, his face turning red at possibly being caught. "s-sorry," he stutters.
your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. did he just stutter? you rub your eyes with your hands before blinking a few times to look at him clearer. was he...staring at you while you were asleep? while this would be extremely creepy if it were anyone else, you couldn't help but feel somewhat flattered by his reaction. you take a look around and realize you're in the lab. "oh gosh, i can't believe i fell asleep in here," you drag your hands across your face. "i'm sorry, viktor. i was trying to finish what you were doing yesterday."
"it is alright," viktor says after taking a moment to calm his heartbeat from jumping out of his chest. he then realizes what you said, and his face contorts into confusion, looking at the papers on the table. "you didn't have to. i would have figured it out by this week i'm sure."
"i just wanted to help more," you admit with a short sigh. "ever since you and jayce started this new development for hextech...i feel like i've fallen behind." you look down at all the papers in front of you in shame that you still couldn't figure it out.
viktor's expression changes again, no longer confused but a soft look as he notices the tone in your voice change. you sound almost defeated, clearly upset about this. hesitantly, he places a hand on your shoulder, causing you to look up at him. "it is okay, yn," he starts, his tone soft like his expression on his face. "you being here is enough for me. you do not need to prove yourself, for i already know how smart you are. do not worry of hextech if you fear you are falling behind. i appreciate your presence more than anything else."
looking up at him, you slowly nod your head and stand from your seat. you don't know what to say, but thankfully for you, viktor continues speaking.
"i have noticed some...changes in my thoughts recently," he says slowly, as if he were choosing his words carefully. "while they are primarily filled with ideas of hextech and how we could evolve the future...they are also about you. i want to create something that will help our future, that will help your future. these past couple of weeks...i have thought of you more. i thought it was normal at first...but the more i thought about what i was thinking about i..came to a realization." he sees the way you look at him with subtle confusion on your face, and he hesitates before continuing. "i believe i may have some kind of feelings for you, yn."
your eyes widen in shock, looking at viktor as he explains his thoughts, and you're not sure what to do. "what?" you quietly let out.
"yes, it appears to be that way," viktor nods. "just now, i have confirmed it. i may not have noticed it fast enough, and i sincerely apologize if i am too late now, but i had to get this off my chest before it would ruin me."
"o-oh," you stutter, a fiery blush growing on your face. "you-you're not too late," you say finally. "i've uhm, had feelings for you for a while now," you admit.
hearing this, a smile makes its way onto viktor's face. "really?" he asks.
"yeah," you nod. "i thought you were never going to notice or were purposely ignoring my attempts."
"ah," he lets out. "i would never purposely ignore you, yn," he says, pushing some of your hair out of your face. "let's just say i am a bit slow when it comes to these things. i apologize if i ever gave you the wrong idea."
"it's okay," you reply.
"well then, shall we establish this whilst we finish these calculations?" he has a smile on his face as he speaks, dragging another chair to sit down beside you.
