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sanguineterrain · 8 months

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Feel like I’m so basic but Jason Todd with a crush and him having zero social skills and just being super clumsy despite being highly competent when he’s in the field. Crush is like real sweet and kind maybe a service worker ✨

anon u are so true and real for this bc jason is definitely an unsocialized cat when he has a crush 💓

jason todd x gn!reader. shyish/anxious jason with a big fat crush. baker reader. annoying customer. the duality of jason todd. 1.6k words.

also i fully believe that silently leaving huge tips as a way to flirt is like. a wayne trait. 100% that family does that bc of bruce.

prompt lists are here! i reblog all fics to @sanguinelibrary

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Business has been slow.

It's not like you expect your cafe to be packed to the rafters all day long, but you've had a grand total of four customers today. One of them only came in to ask where Starbucks was.

Frankly, you're not sure the cafe can afford to stay afloat for much longer. Gotham isn't known to preserve small businesses, and the conglomerates (cough, Wayne Enterprises) are taking over the world anyway.

So today is a reading day. You might even close early.

You're at a table in the back, so absorbed in Poirot's sleuthing that you don't hear the door open. It isn't until you turn the page and look up that you see your resident lurker waiting quietly at the display case. You flinch so hard that you spill iced tea on your jeans.

"Shit," you murmur, grabbing a wad of napkins and patting yourself dry.

Jason (as is written on his coffee cup) looks up from the pastries, teal eyes wide. You smile briefly at him. For such a big guy, his footsteps are astonishingly soft.

"Is everything okay?" he asks, voice rough like he doesn't speak much.

"Yeah, fine. You just startled me—I didn't hear you come in. Were you waiting long? Sorry about that."

"Oh. No, I wasn't. Sorry." He shifts weight between his feet. "You seemed pretty engrossed in your book. I didn't, uh, want to disturb you."

"Oh, hey, don't worry about that! It's literally my job to be here," you say, though you can't help but melt over how freaking sweet that is.

Jason visits you a minimum of twice a week. He's been coming for a couple of weeks. You know a whole three things about him: he's a university student, he pretty much only dresses in red or black, and he's unfairly cute.

At first, you were reasonably wary of him because it's Gotham, and he's so damn quiet. It's a little scary. You thought maybe he was an undercover spy casing the joint. Now you know he's just awkward.

"Slow day?" he asks.

"Slow year, more like. How are you? How was your exam?"

He blinks. "Exam?"

"Didn't you have an American lit exam last week?"

"Oh. Uh, yeah. Wow. Yes, I did. It was okay. Got an A."

"That's great! I knew you'd ace it."

His cheeks turn pink. Okay, you actually know four things about him: he blushes a lot.

You go to start the coffee machine. "Do you think you'll—"

"I-I have to go."

You watch, stunned, as he hurries out the door. That's when you notice the fifty dollar bill in your tip jar.

You don't know if you should bring up yesterday. Jason's back; that probably means everything's fine, right? You're not sure if you said something wrong, though. You've gone over the interaction a hundred times since and you can't figure out why he's so skittish around you.

"Hi. Hibiscus tea, please," he says, stoic as always.

You prepare his order, yesterday's interaction still fresh in your head. You should say something, shouldn't you? Or...

"Sorry about yesterday," Jason blurts, so fast you almost miss it. "Running out, I mean. I was, uh—I forgot something."

Well. Looks like he's going to bring it up for you.

"Oh, you don't have to apologize! If I said something wrong..."

Jason shakes his head fervently. "No, God no. You're perfect."

Your eyebrows shoot up. He turns red this time.

"I mean—not perf—well, you're amazing, don't get me wrong! Except, like, what is perfect, y'know? My brother has gotten into the habit of calling everything perfection like some kind of sitcom character. Alfred will make pie, and Dick'll go, "Alfie, that was perfection." And I feel like it's such an exaggeration—"

Jason's mouth snaps closed. He rubs his forehead.

"Um, I actually have chronic foot-in-mouth disease. It gets really, stupidly bad. Sorry."

You're trying hard not to giggle. You want to smother him in frosting and take a bite.

"You're really sweet, you know that?" you say.

"I'm really not," he says with a sigh.

"Not true. Can you do me a favor?"

"Anything."

You go into the kitchen and return with your latest experiment: matcha cream puffs.

"Do you mind trying these for me? You're not allergic to anything, are you?"

Jason's shoulders hunch. "Are you sure you want my opinion?"

"Of course I'm sure," you say happily. "I trust you."

"You trust me," he repeats quietly.

"Yup!"

Jason takes a puff and bites. He starts to nod.

"It's really good. You're really—all your creations are—yeah. It's good."

You squint. "No notes? Really?"

"They're perfection, as my brother would say."

Fuck, you like him so much.

"Have another one," you say, pushing the tray towards him.

"I shouldn't—"

"Wait! I'll pack you some!" you interrupt, flitting back to the kitchen to get a Tupperware.

Jason helplessly accepts the container of puffs you shove into his hands.

"Let me pay-" he tries to say, but you shake your head.

"Nope! I won't accept payment for these. Not from my favorite customer."

"Your favorite?"

"My favorite," you confirm, grinning.

"Oh." His ears turn pink as he walks to the door, cream puffs in hand. "Uh, right. Thanks. See you tomorrow."

"Jason? Don't you want your tea?"

"Shit. Yeah." He returns to the counter and takes his drink. This he insists on paying for, so you let him, because you do have rent to pay, after all.

"So nice to see you!" you add, because the stiffness in his gait is kind of throwing you off.

He just nods, slipping out the door as quietly as he came.

Today, Jason's in a red workout tank. You have to make the conscious effort to not ogle his arms.

"Hey, Jason!" you say cheerily.

"Hi," he says softly.

"The usual?" you ask, and he looks up in surprise.

"You know my order?"

You gently roll your eyes. "Of course I know your order, silly. Favorite customer, remember?"

"Oh." He looks away, brow furrowed. Then he turns to you and his expression smooths over. "Yes, please. Thanks."

"Sure. Give me one second? I just have to finish decorating some sugar cookies."

"Take your time," Jason says, then goes to skulk by the window.

The door is suddenly swung harder than necessary, thumping the glass.

"Hey!"

You look up from the cookies. A man in a suit is waving his phone impatiently.

"I ordered a dozen muffins. Where are they, huh?" he demands.

"Oh, right! Well, you called ten minutes ago, so they won't be ready till six, sir. Can I get you something while you wait?"

He scoffs and stomps to the counter. You almost back down, but you don't; that's exactly what these bullies want.

"This is exactly why no one eats at dinky cafes like yours. You can't even do this!" he fumes, shoving a finger in your face.

"Sir, like I said, the muffins are baking..."

"I know the city's health inspector personally," the man spits viciously. "One call, and I can—"

"Say one more word."

You blink as Jason is suddenly between you and the customer, stood at his full height. He's all muscle and broad shoulders, looming over the guy. You peek around him.

"What the fuck, man?" the angry customer squawks. "Move!"

"No, you move," Jason says, tone lethal. "Sit quietly at a table and wait for your muffins to bake. Then you can thank the nice baker for waiting on your sorry ass and you're not gonna come back. They have far more patience for entitled fucks than I do."

"Fuck you," the man spits.

Jason calmly closes the distance between them and whispers in his ear, hand like a vice around the jerk's shoulder. You watch as he turns pale, eyes growing wider.

"Sound good?" Jason asks pleasantly, all teeth. The man gapes at him.

Wow. Yeah. This is really doing something for you.

The oven dings. You go to retrieve the muffins, packing them as quickly as possible. You give him the box and the man nods.

"Thanks," he mumbles, then scurries out of the store.

Jason turns to you, and it's like looking at a completely different person.

"You okay?" he asks, posture stiff like he's still prepared for a fight.

You nod, a little dazed.

"Yeah. Wow. Jason, I... you didn't have to do that. I mean, thank you for doing it, but..."

"Hey, that guy was a jackass. And if you have trouble with him or anyone else, call me, okay?"

This side of him stuns you. If you didn't know better, you'd think he had this exchange regularly.

"Call you?" you ask, smiling. "How will I call you if I don't have your number?"

He freezes, eyes wide. "Oh. Uh. Um..."

You lean over, elbows on your counter. He watches you. You cup your hand around your mouth, pretending to divulge a secret.

"This is where you, the cute guy who frequents my struggling cafe, gives me your number."

"You think I'm cute?" he asks.

"Devastatingly so," you say, grinning.

He's quiet for a long moment. Your smile starts to dim.

"Did I read this wrong?" you ask. "If I came off too strong..."

"No!" he says a little too loud. Jason winces. "Sorry. No. I... you're... fuck, I'm not good at this. I don't even really drink tea or coffee, to be honest. I just come in to see you."

"You do?"

Jason sighs. "Yeah. Shit. That's creepy, isn't it?"

You laugh and he visibly softens.

"No, Jason," you say warmly. "It's sweet."

"So can I still ask you on a proper date? Not coffee."

You grin. "That would be perfection."

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asonofpeter · 4 months

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It's My Party

Pairing: Dark!Rafe Cameron x Plus-Sized!Best Friend!Fem!Reader

Summary: It's Rafe's birthday, so he could do whatever he wants, right?

Word Count: 8.4k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, NON-C0N/DUB-C0N, substance use, alcohol, oral (m and f receiving), nipple play, vaginal sex, unprotected sex

A/N: Woah! Where'd this come from? I honestly have no idea, I wrote this in like three days and I love it. My first full Rafe fic? YAY! I've been kinda down so I'm glad I was able to write this! Also pictures in moodboard are my personal perceptions of how Reader looks, doesn't translate into the story besides her being a plus-size queen! Enjoy! 💕💕💕

PLEASE HEED WARNINGS BEFORE READING! I DON'T CONSENT TO THIS WORK BEING REPOSTED, COPIED OR TRANSLATED!

“C’mon, Y/N, it’s my birthday,” Rafe chuckled, leaning back on his arms on your bed. “I wanna make sure the hottest girl at the party is wearing a pretty outfit,” he said, his striking blue eyes running over your frame.

Your mouth fell open at his comment. You stared back at yourself in the mirror, studying the outfit Rafe had gotten for you.

It was a dainty light pink sun dress with cherries on it paired with a matching ruffled tie-up cover. It was cute, feminine, soft.

Just like you.

“It’s not your birthday yet, Rafe,” you shook your head with a smile, glancing at your best friend before running your hands over the cotton.

“But it will be,” he replied. “So what do you think?” He referred back to the outfit. He had stood up by then, stalking over to you so that his front brushed with your back. The heat of him radiating onto your skin.

The heat between your legs grew, but you forced it away. Shaking your head clear of any possibilities, you glanced in the mirror to look your best friend in the eyes.

His intense stare was already on you.

“I love the outfit, but I don��t know about it making me the hottest girl at the party,” you snorted before walking away from the mirror to grab your clothes to change back into. You felt him roll his eyes at your statement but you ignored it as you turned back around to face him.

“You’re already the hottest girl, so that won’t be a problem,” he said, eyes darkening.

This time you rolled your eyes.

“Really?” You scoffed. “You’re aware that the blonde skinny chicks are going to be throwing themselves at you, right? You won’t even notice I’m there,” you blew out a breath.

While you were comfortable in your own skin, loving your stomach rolls, stretch marks, and flabby skin—you also knew that you weren’t society's beauty standard. So it always confused you when Rafe flirted with you.

He would call you hot one minute and the next you’re seeing a blonde skinny girl walk out of his room with her clothes disheveled.

Still, he was just your best friend and you’re sure he only meant it for a fun laugh. He was never serious.

As you were about to go into your bathroom, leaving the conversation, you felt a firm hand wrap around your arm.

“Why would I pay attention to those girls when I have you?” He questioned, face hard as he stared at you. “It’s my party and if I say you’re gonna be the hottest girl there, then you’re going to be the hottest girl there,” he squeezed you slightly.

You exhaled sharply, dropping your gaze as you felt your cheeks flush once more. Sometimes you wondered if Rafe was truly attracted to you or if it was all a big lie just to get in your pants. “Okay, didn’t know it was a big deal,” you ripped your arm away from his grip.

You also wondered if that curiosity was the reason you knew you’d never want to explore a relationship with him. Curiosity killed the cat and what you have with Rafe now is more than perfect for you to be wandering on a side of regret.

“Just wanted to make it known,” he shrugged, stepping back. “So do you like the outfit?” He asked.

Your face softened as you smiled. “Of course, I love it,” you emphasized, earning a smile from him. You closed the bathroom door behind you leaving him in your room.

Rafe had come over just like any other day. You expected you’d be driving to the club like always but today he had a bag from your favorite store in his hand. His smile brightened at the way your face lit up at the sight of it.

You assumed it was another piece of jewelry or a handbag he made a habit of buying you. But no, it was an outfit this time around. And it was actually your size. Part of you wondered how he guessed so accurately but then you realized you weren’t giving him enough credit.

He had bought you a cute outfit for a special occasion, and you were happy.

“Are we still going to the country club? I’ve been craving their strawberry-mango smoothie,” you stated as you walked out of the bathroom, knowing the fruity drink had been on your mind since you had it well over two weeks ago.

“We could do whatever you want,” he grinned.

There were few things in life Rafe enjoyed. And his birthday was one of them.

It was the one day out of the year that was about him. The one day out of the year when Sarah wasn’t the favorite. The one day out of the year that his dad didn’t look at him with disappointment or disapproval. It was the one day out of the year that he was celebrated just for existing.

Most importantly, you would go all out. Planning him the perfect day to make him feel extra special. He doesn’t think he’d have any other person do that for him.

The thought brought a smile to his face and it only grew when you opened the door, greeting him immediately.

“Happy birthday!” You wrapped your arms around him, shoving your face in the crook of his neck.

He wrapped his arms around you, enjoying the smell of your perfume.

“Mr. 21,” you smirked, pulling away. “You feel old?” You joked.

“Not yet,” he reached up to push a piece of hair out of your face. “You look beautiful as always,” he complimented, loving the way you grew flustered. He raked his gaze over your body, taking in each curve, craving to touch the softness of your body, but he noticed a big thing was missing. “Where’s the outfit?” He questioned.

“It’s in here,” you held up the bag in your hand. “That’s my party outfit, but we’re going golfing and I don’t want to sweat in it,” you explained.

“I was gonna say,” he smirked before nodding towards his truck, implying it was time to go.

“Have some faith in me, Rafe,” you gazed at him, your eyes sending him a look he couldn’t decipher but his mind told him what he wanted to believe.

He chuckled in response as he opened the door for you.

“I have all my faith in you”.

Rafe knew it was the right thing to put all his faith in you. No one ever cared for him more than you, loved him more than you, treated him with respect more than you. You were safe, warm, and reliable.

He glanced over as you watched the scenery pass by. You had your hands folded neatly in your lap, your skirt stretching over your thick thighs he craved to have wrapped around his waist or his head.

You were goddamn gorgeous and the thought of you created an unquenchable thirst. Hell, he’s been thirsty since he realized he was attracted to you back in high school. But you were so fucking oblivious to his flirtatious remarks that you’ve never been more than best friends.

Curling his fingers around the steering wheel, he pushed the thought to the back of his head. Focusing on the road.

You arrived at the club shortly later, your water bottle in hand as you made it to the golf carts. You had one job today—sit pretty and cheer Rafe on.

Turning in your seat to face the course, you waved at the two men waiting on Rafe. They waved back before greeting the man of honor. Soon they started their game, Rafe’s name leaving your lips every time he hit the ball.

You didn’t understand the sport, found it rather boring. But it was his birthday so you faked your way through it with the biggest smile on your face. It wasn’t until you were done reapplying your sunscreen that he called your name.

Lifting your head to find him at the bottom of the short hill, he waved you over. You met him and the boys there, a puzzled look on your face.

“It’s the last hole, why don’t you give it a shot?” He grinned, eyes shielded from his sunglasses but you could still feel his intense gaze.

Sticking your sunglasses in your hair, you squinted to where the flag was. “I don’t know how to play,” you stated matter-of-factly. “Besides, you guys are having fun, I’m just the cheerleader,” you puffed out a small laugh.

“It’s my birthday, c’mon,” Rafe tipped his head. “It’ll be fun,” he encouraged. “I’ll show you”.

You let out a soft breath, caving in. “Just this once,” you pointed. You stepped in front of Rafe’s welcoming stance, allowing him to envelope his arms around you.

He showed you where to place your hands and position your fingers, his hands on top of yours. Almost every inch of him was pressed against you—his hands rested on your forearms, his chest against your back, and his front pressing against your ass.

You gulped as the feeling made you hot before you attempted to ignore the proximity but you couldn’t. You just couldn’t. And when he swung the club, following through, you smelled the masculine scent of his cologne, your knees buckling.

“Atta girl,” he grinned, stepping away to watch as the ball landed close to the hole.

“Damn, Y/N,” Kelce chuckled.

“You should join us for the full game next time,” Topper smirked.

You felt your cheeks heat up. “Thanks, guys, but I’m sitting out any future games,” you smiled.

“You just need a little more convincing,” Rafe slid his arm around your shoulders.

The four of you began heading back to the carts. Top and Kelce were in front while you and Rafe stayed behind.

“How’s your birthday so far?”

“It’s more than perfect”.

“Wow,” Rafe smirked, watching as you walked out of his bathroom, now changed into the outfit he had specifically picked out for you. He reached for your hand, raising it in the air so you could spin. “You’re incredible,” he breathed out, in a complete daze.

“Rafe,” you dragged, avoiding his gaze as the heat grew on your face. “Thanks for the outfit, it’s really nice,” you played with the sleeves of the cropped cardigan. “But it was really expensive, I-,” you began, but he raised a hand.

“You’ll find a way to repay me,” he finished your thought, his blue eyes darkening. “But right now, we’re gonna celebrate my birthday,” he pointed over his shoulder towards the door where the party was starting.

With your hand in his, you nodded, letting him pull you along.

You met up with Kelce and Top in the kitchen, everyone wishing Rafe a happy birthday as you passed. You thanked Kelce as he handed you a cup of water. The night was still young so you had enough time to catch up with the rest of the partygoers.

Leaning against the counter, you listened to the guys' conversation, droning in and out of it when parts became boring. It wasn’t until you spotted a few girls making their way toward the group, that a smile appeared on your face when you figured they came for Rafe.

While you held some feelings for Rafe, all you wanted was for him to settle down with a nice girl. One you could maybe be friends with too. It was a little fantasy you had.

“I love your dress, Y/N,” one of the girls complimented, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

The three Kook girls were standing in front of you and Rafe. You were a bit shocked that they acknowledged you first, but you welcomed their kindness.

“Thanks,” you rolled your lips together in a smile. “Your earrings are so cute,” you gestured to the gold hoops she had.

She hummed before her attention turned to Rafe. “Happy birthday, Rafe,” she brushed her hand along his arm, squeezing his bicep. “Me and a few of my friends are gonna head into the pool if you wanna join,” she batted her lashes.

“Maybe later,” he pressed his lips together in a smile. “I’m with my friend right now,” he slid his arm over your shoulders.

You furrowed your brows, glancing at him like he was insane for turning down her offer. “He’s kidding,” you butted in. “You guys have fun,” you pressed a hand on his back, urging him closer to the girl.

“Awesome!” She beamed, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the patio.

Rafe glanced back at you with a look you couldn’t decipher but as he noticed the smile on your lips he only turned back around, shaking his head and chuckling.

You knew he’d thank you later just as Kelce and Topper did when the other two girls dragged them along to the pool as well. You grabbed your water from the counter before weaving through the house. Just as you were about to go outside for some fresh air, you bumped into someone.

“Shit, my bad,” they apologized, placing a hand on your arm. “You okay?”

You gazed up to see a very handsome guy—tall, with dark eyes, dark hair, and dimples that were so kissable.

“Yeah,” you shook your head, a little dazed by his beauty. “I’m fine,” you reassured. Many guys on the island were attractive enough to catch your eye, but this guy was something else.

“Can I get you a drink? Since I spilled yours,” he offered and that's when you noticed your cup was on the floor.

“Sure,” you beamed. “It was just water though,” you added with a shrug.

“A water for the lady then,” he grinned.

You followed him back into the kitchen where he got you a new cup. He had asked if you were heading outside so you nodded as he grabbed your hand, leading you past the pool where you saw Rafe hanging out with the girl from before.

A smile fell on your face, glad to see him have fun before you stopped at a bench under a tree in the yard.

“I’ve never seen you around the island,” you told the guy, smoothing out the skirt of your dress before sitting down.

“I’m visiting my cousin, he brought me along,” he answered. “What about you? You live here?” He gestured to the house.

“Oh, no” you snickered. “My best friend lives here, it’s his party,” you explained. You glanced back at those brown eyes, chewing on your lip as the butterflies in your stomach fluttered. There was a new feeling in your stomach tonight, far from basic attraction—there was more.

But you couldn’t pinpoint it. Still, the longer you talked to this guy, the more you felt it.

“I was struggling to stand up on that board, that wave was huge!” He exclaimed, gesturing with his hands.

You hid your laugh with your hand, doubling over as he told his story. “You’re kidding?! How did you make it?”

“Pure luck and ambition,” he shrugged, sipping his drink. “But I also learned maybe there’s a reason you shouldn’t surf during a thunderstorm,” he joked.

You agreed. “I’m glad you lived to tell the tale,” you reached over to touch his arm, gazing at him through your lashes.

His eyes flicked over your frame before he hummed out in agreement. “Me too”.

Silence engulfed you for a moment, it felt like the world had stopped and only you and him were in existence. Letting the feeling in your tummy guide you, you leaned in.

He followed, reaching over to place a hand on your waist and soon his lips were on yours. Your hand reached up to thread through his hair, deepening the kiss.

You kissed for what felt like hours but in reality, it was only minutes. It was a soft and innocent kiss, but it felt so intense, so hot. You were fully making out with a stranger at a party and all you could worry about was the heating sensation igniting in your heart.

Unsure of it, you still didn’t want it to stop, unfortunately, it did.

“Watch out!” You heard Rafe scream as a ball flew over your head and bounced off the tree trunk. You yelped, heart racing at the thought that it could’ve hit you square in the face. Immediately, you saw Rafe jog over towards you.

He was in his swim trunks, chest bare, and water dripping down his abs.

You licked your lips unconsciously, the familiar feeling burning between your legs but you pushed it aside when you focused your attention back on the guy, making sure he was okay and he placed a hand on your knee in response.

“You okay, Y/N?” Rafe caught up to you. “Didn’t see you until the ball slipped from my hands,” he chuckled, running a hand over his head.

“I’m fine, Rafe,” you reassured.

“Didn’t realize you weren’t alone,” he cleared his throat, sending a glance to the guy.

“This is,” you placed your hand on top of his that was resting on your knee. You paused, realizing you didn’t know his name.

“Eric,” he answered with a smile.

“Eric,” you repeated, unable to control your growing smile. You liked his name. Turning back to Rafe, you chose to ignore the frown on his face.

“Happy birthday, man,” Eric turned to Rafe. “Sick party,” he smiled and you grinned between him and Rafe.

“Yeah, thanks, Y/N threw it for me,” Rafe said, his eyes flicking to yours before they rested back on the hand that was on your knee.

“No way, you have a talent,” he squeezed your knee and you felt your cheeks heat up.

You shrugged bashfully and you narrowly missed the snort that left Rafe.

“I was about to head back inside,” Rafe pointed towards the house. “We were gonna get a few drinks,” he trailed.

“Okay, have fun,” you said. “I’m gonna chill out here with Eric,” you added, leaning into his side. You also chose to ignore the way his jaw clenched.

“Okay, sounds good,” he pressed his lips together in a smile before he made his way back.

Once he was out of your eyesight, you turned back to Eric, threading your fingers through his hair and resuming what you were doing before.

Rafe didn’t want to leave you tonight, especially on his birthday. But you had practically pushed him into the girl’s awaiting hands. He didn’t understand why you were so happy to do that, didn’t you see how more perfect you’d be in her place?

Was he not obvious?

As he stared back at you, the smile adorning your lips, he knew the answer. Which is why he turned back around, allowing the girl to lead him to the pool.

He tried to have a fun time, jumping in the pool with her. He could admit that she was attractive but nothing compared to you.

As he, the girl, Kelce, and her friend had a chicken fight, his mind continued to wander to where you might be.

Kelce and Top were in the pool with him, meaning you were alone. You could’ve sat in one of the lounge chairs, enjoying the game, but when he glanced over, you weren’t there. The thought of you alone in the house irked him, what if someone spikes your drink or makes you uncomfortable?

Your laugh answered his prayers but another question came to mind, who was making you laugh?

He was about to jump out of the pool when the girl stopped him, handing him a shot of something while she pressed her boobs against him. He chuckled, taking the shot from her. He was distracted for a moment but then he heard your laugh again.

This time he exited the pool, leaving the girl dumbfounded. It didn’t take long to find you but he wasn’t expecting you to be so far from the party, alone, with a guy.

He inhaled sharply.

There was no way, right? He’s been drinking all night, his mind was painting a picture he didn’t want to see. But then the sight of you leaning in to kiss the guy, his hand sliding over your waist and yours fingering through his hair made that anger grow.

To his side a few guys were kicking a ball around, without another thought, he grabbed it, throwing it in your direction. He knew it’d miss you but he still shouted out your name before he went running in your direction.

You pulled away from the guy, your eyes going wide as the ball hit the tree over your head.

He checked on you, hoping the incident would make you open your eyes and realize you shouldn’t be spending the night with a stranger on your best friend’s birthday. But that’s not what you had done at all.

Instead, you snuggled up to the guy “Eric”, letting him keep his hand on your knee, and telling Rafe to have fun.

He swallowed down the jealousy, forcing a smile before making his way back to the house. The thought of you outside with him made his blood boil. Even more so when he snorted up a line in the kitchen a few moments later.

The white powder was the second thing that could calm him besides you. Still, he preferred you.

“Eric,” Kelce said the name in thought. “I don’t know an Eric,” he shrugged.

“I mean look at her man, she seems to like him well enough,” Topper said, glancing at the way you were staring at the dude.

Wiping his nose, Rafe sent him a look.

There you were, busting out in laughter again at something. “I don’t trust him,” he chewed on the inside of his cheek, eyes locked on you as you giggled behind your hand.

When had you ever laughed like that towards him before? When had you ever been so focused on a guy other than him?

“That’s for her to decide,” Kelce laughed. “And by the looks of it, she seems to trust him well enough,” he snickered behind his cup.

Rafe grimaced, running his tongue over his teeth as Eric rubbed his hand along the exposed skin of your thigh. If he had known the short skirt he explicitly picked out for you would lead to that, he might’ve rethought the outfit entirely.

“Well I don’t, it’s my party, I can decide who’s attending and who’s not,” his gaze darkened and his friends sent him a look.

“Hey, man, Y/N’s having a great time. Are you sure you want to do that?” Topper asked, aware of what Rafe was implying.

“I know what I said,” he stated before he began walking towards you. He heard Topper mutter under his breath but he paid no attention to it.

“Oh, hi,” you turned to face your best friend who appeared in front of you. “Back so sudden?” You asked, gazing behind him where the house was still active.

“Yeah, I was thinking it was time to head back inside,” he said. “It’s getting kinda cold,” he added.

“I’m fine,” you dismissed. “Do you need me for something or-” You were cut off by him.

“Nah, I just think it’s time for us to head back inside, it’s late,” he stated, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“I said I was fine here, Rafe,” you said his name but he didn’t like the way you said it.

He narrowed his gaze, running a hand over his mouth as he contemplated. “Get inside, Y/N,” he opted to say. The look on your face told him what you were thinking. “I mean it”.

“She said she’s fine,” Eric stood up, blocking Rafe from you.

Rafe placed his hands on his hips, dropping his head down as he let out a chuckle. “I don’t remember asking you,” he jutted a finger into Eric’s chest. “Actually, I don’t remember inviting you to my party,” he grinned.

You stood behind Eric, frowning as you stared at your best friend. Even under the moonlight, you could see how blown out his eyes were. The knowledge didn’t settle with you. So you stepped around Eric, grabbing hold of Rafe’s arm to prevent anything from escalating.

“C’mon, Rafe, I’ll go,” you sighed.

He relaxed, smiling down at the hand that was intertwined with his and the other on his forearm. He glanced back up at Eric, sending him a look of victory.

“You don’t have to listen to him,” Eric directed to you.

“I’m sorry,” you blew out a breath. “It’s best if you go, Eric,” you frowned, tears pricking in your eyes and Rafe couldn’t help but grow angry at that. You shouldn’t be crying over a boy you met a couple of hours ago. With your statement though, Eric left.

Rafe led you back into the house and he couldn’t help the feeling of pride swell as you clung to his arm.

You, on the other hand, tried to keep a smile on your face but you couldn’t feel the pang in your heart at what you missed out on. Why did Rafe need you back in the house? You wondered.

“C’mon, drink up, it’ll take your mind off of him,” Rafe handed you a cup with some type of liquor in it.

You sent him a look and he rolled his eyes.

“It’s my birthday,” he encouraged. “I want my best friend to be having fun too,” he grinned, pushing the cup into your hand.

You pressed your lips together. “Alright,” you sighed, giving in for the third time today. The bitter taste landed on your tongue and you cringed as it burned down your throat.

Rafe chuckled beside you, quickly pouring you another. “See, you’re having fun already”.

The longer the party went on, the more drinks you had. You weren’t drunk but you could feel the buzz. Reaching for a few of the snacks on the counter, you hoped you’d be able to sober up but Rafe had another idea.

“Let’s head up, yeah?”

You nodded, reaching for his hand as you began making your way up the stairs. You were still down about Eric, but you knew it was better than dealing with Rafe punching the life out of him. You didn’t enjoy his violent tendencies, especially when the white substance made it worse, but you tried to push past it, noting the good qualities he had.

He was loyal, smart, and confident.

Sometimes you wish that was enough for you.

You brushed past him as he opened his bedroom door for you. You found your bag on his bed, searching for his gift deciding now would be a good time to give it to him. Even though you were slightly pissed at him, he was still your best friend and it was his birthday.

He smiled at you when you sat on his bed and patted the spot next to you so he could sit.

“Happy birthday,” you grinned, passing him the small box, and your shoulders pressed together.

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” he raised a brow but he took it from you nonetheless.

“Shh, just open it,” you laughed, watching as he did.

His gaze softened at the gold Rolex. He hummed out in delight, thanking you in the process.

“There’s an inscription,” you pointed at the expensive watch.

He turned the watch over to find that there was. His thumb traced over the words you picked out.

Rafe, you’re worthy of everything. Love, Y/N.

His heart swelled at the sentence. He wasn’t often told he was worthy of anything so for you to say he was meant it all. “Thank you, Y/N,” he swallowed.

You could tell he appreciated the sentiment so you wrapped your arms around him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Anytime for you, Rafe,” you smiled, gazing into his eyes. “What does the birthday boy want to do now? I’m sure the girls are waiting for you to rejoin them in the pool,” you smirked, standing up and walking over to the window.

Part of you wished that Eric was still outside, but he was long gone. The other part of you already accepted the loss, knowing something worse could've come from it if Rafe had escalated things.

Which in the past, he’s done many times.

You turned back around to face your best friend.

“Nah,” he said after a pause. “I kinda wanna stay up here with you,” he said.

“I don’t think that’s much fun when the party is downstairs,” you pointed towards the window.

“Who says we can’t have a party of our own?” He smirked, holding a small bag in his hand.

“By all means, enjoy yourself, Rafe,” you chuckled.

“It won’t be fun if you’re not doing it”.

“Rafe,” you warned.

“C’mon, it’s my birthday,” he said.

“Just this once,” you rolled your eyes, deciding you could indulge for one night.

He smirked, standing up and guiding you to his desk. He lined one up for you, instructing you how to do it.

You cringed at the feeling, moving from the seat and walking back to the bed as you rubbed your nose.

“See, that wasn’t so bad,” he found his spot next to you, laying back on his bed. He folded his arms behind his head and you couldn’t help but peek at his lower abdomen that became exposed from his shirt riding up. “This is probably the best birthday I’ve had,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, why’s that?” You decided to humor him.

He sat up, leaning in close so his chest pressed against your shoulder. “I got the hottest girl in my room, wearing the most beautiful dress,” he sucked in a breath, nuzzling his nose against your cheek.

Your face grew hot and you gulped. “You could have a hotter girl in here if you didn’t chase Eric away,” you bit, unsure why you said it.

He rolled his eyes. “You’re still sad about that?”

“I’m just confused,” you breathed out. “I was having a good time with a cute guy, is that so wrong?” You asked.

“Yes,” he stated and your jaw went slack.

“You’re kidding,” you laughed, shaking your head.

“It’s your best friend’s birthday and instead of hanging out with him you’re kissing a dude you don’t even know?” He spoke with his hands, his movements becoming erratic and that had you worried.

“Rafe, I spent the whole day with you, you were hanging out with that girl earlier, what happened to her? She was cute!” You exclaimed.

He stood up, walked over to the window and he ran a hand over his face. He was pacing back and forth in front of you as you shifted on the bed.

“You think I care about her?” He stopped in front of you. “I didn’t want to go in the fucking pool with her but I did because of you!” He shouted.

You flinched.

“I don’t give a fuck about any other person besides you!” He yelled. “And it fucking sucks when that feeling isn’t reciprocated by my own fucking best friend,” he huffed, chest rising.

Your heart dropped and felt a sting in the back of your eyes. You didn’t realize you were crying until a sob broke through you.

Rafe stilled and he let out a sigh. “I-,” he inhaled, pressing his fist to his head. He dropped to his knees in front of you, placing his hands on your knees. “You don’t get it, okay? You’re the only one on my side, the only one who makes me feel like I’m not crazy,” he dropped his head to your thigh, his hands squeezing your sides like he was afraid you’d leave.

“I care so fucking much about you,” you cried. “Everything I do is with you in mind,” you closed your eyes, your hands settling on his head as you began to run your nails along his buzzed hair. “This entire party, the entire day, I chose not to go to college so we could be close, I-,” you sucked in a breath, trying to decide what the point was. “I gave up on what I could have with Eric so you didn’t get upset,” you wiped your eye.

“What you could have?” He lifted his head to stare up at you. “What do you mean by that?” He leaned back.

“Love, Rafe,” you answered.

“What about us?” He furrowed his brows.

“Romantic love,” you elaborated. “Why do you think I’m always trying to hook you up with a nice girl?” You tipped your head to the side.

You both stared at each other in disbelief before Rafe stood up, running his hand over his head.

“I already told you I don’t want another girl,” he shook his head. “I want you,” he faced you again.

You were left dumbfounded.

“Are you honestly that blind?” He narrowed his gaze.

This time, you stood up. “We’re friends, Rafe, nothing more!”

He quickly stepped towards you, gripping your face in his hand firmly so you were forced to look at him. “You really think that’s all we’re meant to be?” He scoffed, flicking his gaze over you.

Your eyes were wide and you tried to push him off of you but he instead wrapped his other arm around you to keep you in place.

“Look at us, sweetheart,” he said. “If you really think all we’ll ever be is just friends, then you’re adorable,” he chuckled. “I think it’s about time you realize it was always meant to be us,” he licked his lips, eyes boring into yours. “Tonight was supposed to be perfect, I had it all planned,” he began. “Tonight was the night we were supposed to make things official,” he breathed out.

“Rafe,” you clutched his wrist, trying to pry his hand off of your face. “We’re just friends,” you restated, fear spreading over your eyes.

“We’re just friends,” he mocked you and you frowned, tears pricking in your eyes. “Stop playing dumb, for once, will you?” He taunted. “Did you think we’d go our entire lives without ending up with each other? Why do you think I’ve never dated anyone seriously, or you?” He tipped his head to the side.

Your stomach dropped. Is that why all the boys who were interested in you never lasted or never got the chance to properly ask you out?

“We get each other, no one else will. We’re from good families and you’re the only girl my father will ever approve of,” he gulped. “So let me ask you again,” he inhaled. “Did you really think we’d never be more than just friends?”

Your heart dropped. “Is that the only reason you want us to be together? Because of money and status?” You asked, voice shaky. “Am I just some silly pawn to get your father’s approval?” You felt a tear slip down your cheek but Rafe was quick to wipe it away with his thumb.

“Stop asking stupid questions,” he pressed his forehead against yours.

You shakingly let out a breath, closing your eyes as more tears slipped. The proximity and his grip had you uneased. You were confused.

“It’s always been you, Y/N,” he rubbed his nose against yours.

Your breath hitched as you stilled, unsure how to respond. But it seemed like he already knew the answer to his own question. His silence is what caused the sobs to rack through your body.

“Hey,” he cooed, stepping back and letting go of you. “Don’t cry,” he used his thumbs to gently wipe under your eyes. “C’mere,” he wrapped his arms around you, allowing you to cry into his chest.

It felt strange to be consoled by the man who brought tears to your eyes, yet, here you were. Still, there was nothing more comforting than Rafe, you thought.

He led you to sit back on the bed, bringing a tissue to wipe your face once you calmed down. “Cheer up, okay?” His lips curved into a smile. “It’s still my birthday, we should be celebrating”.

You nodded. “You’re right,” you inhaled, hoping this conversation would be left in the past.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest as he pressed his lips to your temple before he pinched your chin, guiding you to look up at him and before you knew it, his lips were on yours.

Your eyes widened and you tried to pull away but the angle you were in made you fear he could break your neck at the grip he had on your chin. Still, as his lips continued to move against yours, you couldn’t help but melt at his touch.

This feeling was something you’ve been curious about for so long. The fire, desire, and passion that was enveloped in the kiss lit you up. It was intense. He loosened his grip on your chin, cradling the back of your neck as you moved your lips against his. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you moaned, but that was the wake-up call you needed.

You quickly shoved him away, getting off the bed and creating some distance between the two of you. “You can’t do that!” You pressed your fingers to your lips and you still felt him there.

He stood up, stalking closer to you. With each step, you took one back. “What am I gonna have to do to get you to understand that I can?” He reached for you and he was fast, pulling you against him once more.

He was strong, you’ll give him credit for that and it was scary how you didn’t realize it before.

“Rafe,” you exhaled, turning your head away, feeling the intense presence of his stare.

“Am I gonna have to fuck you?” He hummed.

Your eyes widened and you struggled to remove yourself from him again.

“I think I’m gonna have to fuck you to get it into your pretty head,” he chuckled, squeezing you tight so you’d stop moving.

“No,” you shook your head, hands pressing against his biceps. “Rafe, please,” you pleaded.

“Oh, I love it when you beg,” he smirked. “But fine,” he loosened his grip on you. “Give me one night,” he proposed. “One night to show you it’s always meant to be this way, us,” he elaborated.

You dropped your gaze, blanking out as you contemplated. But he took your silence for an answer, dipping his head down to kiss your neck. You gasped, pulling away from him but instead, he pushed you back against the bed.

Crawling further up the bed to get away from him, you didn’t miss the way he looked at you like you were some prey he was getting ready to devour. He chuckled as he forced himself between your thighs, his hands slipping underneath your skirt and hooking around your panties.

It felt like such an out-of-body experience, your legs moving as he slid them off them, your thighs pressed against his shoulders as he laid before your cunt.

“We’d be so good together, sweetheart,” he said, hands kneading the soft flesh of your wonderfully thick thighs. “And I can make you feel just as good,” he said before he dipped his head down and licked a long stripe against your folds.

Your back arched at the feeling. You scratched your nails along his buzzed hair, a moan erupting from you as his tongue flicked around your sensitive bud. The feeling of his chuckle against you made you shudder and you felt embarrassed that he was finding your reaction amusing.

“Just relax, don’t think too much about it,” he stared up at you before he licked another long stripe.

You whined, squeezing your thighs around his head in hopes of getting him to stop but it was fruitless. He continued to pleasure you with his mouth, his focus on your clit as he wrapped his lips around it, sucking until you were a moaning mess beneath him.

Your imagination only took you so far when you thought about this. What it would be like when it would happen if it would ever happen–which you already decided it wouldn’t. But you were wrong about it all. It felt amazing, it was happening on his birthday, and it would happen.

But was it right? Did you want this? Your body was telling you yes but your brain was saying no. Rafe wasn’t the man you wanted to end up with, the man you wanted to have children with. But it seems like he made those choices for you and he was proving so with his tongue.

Staring up at the ceiling, you allowed your hands to rest at your sides, your chest heaving with each breath as you felt the pressure between your legs build. As your mind begged for release, it pushed all your confusing thoughts aside, allowing you to fall over the edge.

You gasped, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you came down from your high.

Rafe licked up your wetness before kissing around your sensitive skin, nipping at your thigh. He pushed the skirt of your dress up, exposing more of your flesh, granting him the desire to kiss every inch as he made his way up your body.

Trying to process what had happened, you felt him unbutton the one button that held your cardigan in place. It took all your strength to swat his hand away.

“Rafe,” you tried to push him away but he didn’t budge.

“What is it? What’s so wrong about this?” He asked, stopping his movements and holding himself up above you. “Are you going to tell me you never thought about us?” He dipped his head down, whispering against your ear. “Is it me?” He pulled his shirt over his head, a smile appearing on his face. “Because I see the way you look at me and I don’t think it’s me,” he smirked, grabbing your hand and placing it on his chest.

The way you rubbed your thighs together and trailed your hand down his abs told him what you were thinking. Of course, you found him attractive, he was a Cameron and the Kook Prince, and he was athletic, muscular, and tall.

What wasn’t there to like?

“It’s definitely not me,” he chuckled.

“I can’t,” you forced yourself to say.

“Why not?”

You didn’t answer so he kissed you.

“You know how you said you want to repay me for this pretty dress?” He said in between kisses.

Your breath hitched in response, knowing when you said that.

“Get on your knees,” he ordered.

You glanced up at him before he urged you to slide off the bed to kneel in front of him. You knew it’d just be one night, he did say that after all, so you figured you’d get this one night over.

He stood in front of you, ridding himself of his clothes. He was naked in front of you and you felt your face heat up at the sight of his aching cock.

“Open,” he directed.

You bit on your lip, hesitantly holding your hands against your chest before you did as you were told and he rested the tip on your tongue, you instinctively wrapped your lips around him, one of your hands reaching up to wrap around the base of his dick.

Glancing up at him, you decided to move, the feel of his length pushing past your lips was interesting. It was strange that he was your best friend but at the same time, you pressed your thighs together for some friction.

You tried to take things slow but he wasn’t patient, instead, he pressed a hand to the back of your head, forcing the rest of himself down your throat. You gagged, feeling his balls press against your chin and he chuckled above you.

“You’re so adorable,” he smirked as he pulled back slightly before he pushed himself in again.

You reacted the same way, this time tears formed in your eyes. Your saliva pooled out of your mouth and you tried to swallow which earned a moan from him. His hands gripped your head, holding you in place as he began to fuck your mouth, the sound of your gagging filling the room mixed with his groans shouldn’t be making you wet but it was.

Pressing your hands against his thighs, you tried to push away, hoping to breathe through your mouth but he kept you there.

“Just relax,” he encouraged, moaning when you swallowed again, pressing your tongue against him. “You’re doing so good,” he groaned.

Digging your nails into his skin, he hissed and with one more thrust, you felt as he came down your throat, your face scrunching as you attempted to swallow it. He finally pulled away, leaving you to gasp for air followed by a fit of coughs. Your hands were pressed against your chest as you heaved.

He grabbed your face with his hand, pressing his lips against yours. The force of his hand on your jaw urged you to stand, his other hand framing the other side of your face as he deepened the kiss. You placed your hands on his arms, feeling weak and he was your only support.

His tongue slipped past your lips and he groaned at your taste. You felt lightheaded but thankfully he sat back on the bed, pulling you into his lap. He moved away from your lips, allowing you to glance up at the ceiling, your hands on his broad shoulders as you caught your breath.

Your eyes closed when he sucked on the skin behind your ear, one of your hands running up the back of his neck, your fingers curling over the soft buzz of his hair.

He undid the button of your cardigan, slipping it off your body and throwing it on the floor somewhere. Then he reached to the side where the zipper sat and undid it as well. He slid the spaghetti straps down your shoulders, pushing the fabric down to release your breasts.

The cold air hit your nipples, causing them to harden. He moaned at the sight, his hands cupping each in one, squeezing them, and rolling your hardened buds between his fingers.

You arched your back, pressing your chest further into his touch. You felt him lean down, wrapping his lips around your nipple, sucking gently. You felt hot to the touch, your nails running along his body wherever you wanted.

Shifting in his lap, you felt him poke at you, his tip brushing with your clit and you shivered.

He switched to the other, doing the same and earning another trail of moans from you. He let it go with a pop, kissing back up your neck and along your jaw. “See how good we are together? Most friends aren’t even compatible, but we are,” he breathed against you.

You stayed quiet but at this point, he wasn’t looking for an answer, this is how it was always supposed to go.

He guided the dress over your head, throwing it somewhere in the room before he moved you to lay on the bed, your head resting against the pillows. You allowed him to pry your legs open, your hands at your sides as you watched him settle between your thighs.

Realizing he didn’t have a condom on, you opened your mouth. “I’m not on birth control,” you stopped him.

“It’s okay,” he reassured. “We’ll worry about that tomorrow,” he grinned.

You hesitantly let go before you rested back on the bed, nodding slightly.

He lined himself up at your entrance, his hands on your thighs as he pushed your knees to your chest. Slowly, he pressed himself into you and you scratched down his forearms at the feeling.

“Shh, relax,” he encouraged.

You took a deep breath in, it’d been so long since you had sex, the familiar pressure building between your legs as he pushed further in. Soon, his hips were pressed against yours and you felt his balls resting against you. It was a new feeling, being connected to somebody completely bare–raw.

It was odd. But that didn’t stop you from clenching around him to urge him to move.

“See how perfect we fit?” He asked, reeling his hips back before he snapped forward, your nails digging into his skin as the pleasure flourished around you.

You whined, tracing your hand around his neck, pulling him down so his forehead was resting against yours.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he inhaled, continuing to fuck you. It was pure bliss, your thighs resting on his hips, spreading wider with each thrust, just like he always wanted. The noise of your wetness was heard in the room, the feel of your walls pulling him back in. It was so pleasurable, that he dropped his head down, running his nose along your neck. “Always been, always will,” he smiled.

“Rafe,” you moaned, locking your legs together around his waist, your hands running down his back, your hips beginning to match each of his thrusts.

He loved hearing his name fall from your lips. “Do you see now?” He rested his forearms on either side of your head, framing your beautiful face.

You gulped, hands resting on the curve of his back, your eyelids heavy as he fucked you deeply.

He chuckled, knowing you were too dazed to answer. “All the times I’ve called you pretty, hot, they all went over your head, didn’t they?” He tipped his head to the side, a hiss escaping him when you squeezed around him. “Even now as I’m fucking you and your creaming around my cock, it still hasn’t stuck, has it?” His eyes shone brightly under his bedroom light, so blue they had you entranced.

That’s all you focused on as you came again, throwing your head back, your toes curling and, your nails leaving scratch marks on his back.

Your orgasm fueled his, his body stilling against you as he came, releasing into your slick walls. You knew you’d have to worry about it tomorrow, part of you was scared for what was to come, but your body was so relaxed in the pleasure it experienced.

“This is how it was always meant to be,” he whispered, slowly pulling out of you and watching his release slip out of your cunt. “And I’m gonna fuck you until you understand,” he said and you were half-asleep that you didn’t even feel as he pushed it back in. “Thanks for the best birthday”.

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Oscar piastri meeting the reader's pets for the first time? Like a cat or a dog and them being introuduced to each other 🥹😂

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Oscar had insisted on taking you out for dinner the night he arrived back in the UK after a few weeks away racing.

Three weeks wouldn’t seem extreme for most couples in the paddock, but your relationship was new enough that every day without seeing the other was almost painful, a grey cloud hovering over both your heads at the other’s absence.

Despite his exhaustion, Oscar had been almost giddy as he pulled up to the outside of your apartment building. He’d swallowed his excitement when he saw you waiting just outside the door, pulling a cardi over your dress and waving happily when you recognized his car.

Now, a few hours later and the excitement of being reunited was beginning to wear off. Being in your presence was now only calming for Oscar and he blinked heavily in the low light of the restaurant.

“..Oz?” you said gently, reaching out to touch his hand resting on the hardwood table.

“Hmh?” he started, furiously blinking. “I’m sorry,” he apologised sheepishly. “I love being here and talking to you…the jet lag is just catching up to me more than I thought it would.”

You laugh lightly, squeezing his hand.

“Don’t apologise, you must be shattered. Why don’t we get the check and I’ll drive you home?”

Oscar nods gratefully at your plan and rises from his seat. Despite his sleepy state he insists on paying for your meal, swiftly tapping his card on the machine before you can even get your wallet out of your bag. You kiss him on the cheek in thanks, then hold out your hand.

“Keys?”

Oscar hesitates.

“Baby,” he starts. “I trust you…but are you sure you want to drive my car?” he asks.

You roll your eyes, taking them from his hand and leading him to the sports car, gesturing for him to climb into the passenger side.

After a jerky start you get a feel for his car and begin to glide smoothly through the dark London streets.

“Uhm, I don’t actually know the way to your flat,” you say, glancing over and seeing Oscar napping quietly against the cold window. You smile softly at the sight, deciding you’ll have to take him back to yours, at least just so he can take a proper nap.

You lead him gently to the front door, telling him your plan. “Maybe we watch a movie or something? And you can nap.”

As you open the door to your own flat, Oscar perks up at the sound of a small bell tinkling down the hallway.

“What..?” he questions, before a slightly overweight, brown and white cat comes padding into the room. The two men look at each other quietly.

“Oscar, this is Cheese. Cheese, This is Oscar.” you introduce. Cheese seems uninterested at the guest but follows you both into the lounge as you collapse onto the couch. He jumps up on your right side, turning around a few times until he finds his perfect spot in the cushions, purring gently into your side. Oscar sinks down on your left, letting his head loll against your shoulder as you skim through Netflix, settling on a few episodes of Friends because you’re both too tired to deal with something unfamiliar. Within a few minutes Oscar’s laid a pillow over your lap, laying down and curling into your side.

“Is this okay?” he mumbles into your thigh and you nod, raking a hand through his soft hair.

“I like your cat..” he trails off, succumbing to his sleep before you can reply.

You lean down, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder and pissing off the cat slightly with your movement.

“You guys will get along,” you whisper, neither directly to Oscar or Cheese. “You have a lot in common.”

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stayinlimbo · 4 days

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We Become We

pairing: husband!lee minho x reader genre/warnings: friends to lovers, marriage of convenience, fluff, poor attempts at me trying to be funny, mc's gender is not specified word count: 1.02k note: i am not dead yay. i tried my best since i haven't had time to write for almost a month so please take this as a peace offering ♡

Marriage. It’s an interesting concept, isn’t it?

You’ve always thought so, at least. Two people agreeing to sign a legal document and tethering their lives to each other for whatever reason, be it love, societal expectations, familial pressure, financial security, etc.

Yours happens to be a man named Lee Minho. The same man you’ve been friends with for as long as you can remember. The same man who asked you to marry him for a reason you didn’t get to learn until he was already down on one knee.

(“I’m sorry, you want me to WHAT?” “Marry me. Please, I need health insurance.”

“Okay, yes, sure, whatever; now please get off the floor. People are staring.”)

Lee Minho, who, after dragging you to the courthouse and legally becoming your husband, finally elaborated on how his job would pay him more and cover both of your health insurances if he was married. So really, in his words, he was “doing you a huge favor” by marrying you.

And, in all honesty, he really was. No, you didn’t have a ring to show off your new husband’s weird skill at finding loopholes in company policy, and you’re like thirty-five percent sure the two of you are committing some kind of marriage fraud, but does it really matter when you can finally start using the hot water in your dingy apartment without worrying if you’ll have enough money to fund your crippling caffeine addiction? The government will have to drag you kicking and screaming before you resort back to mankind’s cruelest form of torture: cold showers.

Not to mention that marriage didn’t even change your relationship with Minho. And why would it? You’re still you, and he’s still him. He gets on your nerves just the same, maybe even a little bit more after he decided to frame your marriage certificate in his living room and send a photo to all your mutual friends. You’ll never forgive Minho for laughing at your helplessly panicked state when the group chat wouldn’t stop exploding with messages and incessant calls.

You’re still his best friend that resides in his apartment four out of seven days of the week while he inhabits yours for the other three. Maybe that’s why, two weeks after your “wedding,” when it was time to renew your lease, Minho suggested with a simple shrug of his shoulders that you move in with him since “you’re here all the time anyway.”

You’ve really got to learn how to say no to him because now you wake up next to your best friend/roommate/husband in his one bedroom, one bathroom apartment at the crack of dawn with a light pressure on your chest and fur in your face when his cats decide you need to wake up right now to feed them.

Not to say you don’t like the new arrangement! No, that would be the furthest from the truth.

Sure, you didn’t appreciate your skin care routine being interrupted by the unexpectedly high-pitched scream Minho let out when he saw you in a face mask for the first time, and what kind of person still has their phone’s brightness turned up all the way before bed? But who else would willingly tolerate your deliriousness before your morning coffee or indulge in your pleas to cook your favorite food three days in a row?

Living with Minho has only made the purely platonic feelings you harbor for him grow stronger.

That’s what the fluttering in your chest means every time you see him, right? The reason for the smile that grows on your face when you hear the distinct jingling of keys at the front door?

Yeah, that must be why heat spread across your cheeks when he handed you his phone to text one of his friends back, because since when did the heart emoji make an appearance next to your pinned contact name?

You just care about each other, that’s all. It’s normal to want to make sure he arrived at work safely and ask how his day is going during your lunch breaks. It’s normal to start receiving back hugs before bed—a comforting weight as Minho’s chin rests on your shoulder while you apply the rest of the products to your face.

It’s natural to have doubts about the nature of your relationship during an evening walk, acutely aware of his fingers lightly brushing against yours as you silently study his features illuminated by the soft glow of the scattered streetlights. What if he meets someone else and falls in love with them and wants a divorce and– oh.

Has he always looked at you like that? With his gaze softening as it locks with yours? With the corners of lips lifting into the gentlest smile you’ve ever seen? With all the stars shining above you finding a second home in his eyes? A look so loving that it takes your breath away and you can’t tell if you’re about to laugh or cry in relief.

And when you return home to get ready for bed, the familiar feeling of hands wrapping around your waist and a careful pressure resting by the crook of your neck quells the remnants of your worries.

It’s you and Minho. Minho and you, just as it always has been. Just as it’s always meant to be.

The distance between your bodies on the bed becomes nonexistent when you curl yourself into his side, laying your head on his shoulder and intertwining your legs with his as he immediately, unhesitantly, adjusts his arm, his fingertips finding purchase on exposed skin and roaming across the span of your back. A kiss to the top of your head is the last thing you feel before the gentle lull of breathing and the rise and fall of his chest begin to soothe you to sleep.

…

Ah, marriage—what an interesting concept. Two people agreeing to sign a legal document and tethering their lives to each other for whatever reason, be it love, societal expectations, familial pressure, financial security, etc.

You love your husband, and you’re beginning to think he loves you too.

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orikiys · 9 months

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✿ ✿ 〞 voicemails with minho before death knocks

✰ pairings: sick!minho x gn!reader

✰ genre: angst, romance, grief

✰ warnings: major character death, mentions of alzheimer’s illness, lots of what ifs and unsaid thoughts, forever isn’t for ever.

✰ word count: 1.2k + words

one 𖨂

hey, uhm i honestly don’t know what to say but i’ll try. so it’s five forty in the morning and i’m sending these to you. the doctors– they said i won’t be able to m-make it. . . and i want to reassure you that whatever happened wasn’t your fault. at all, my kitten. we didn’t know i had this terminal illness, and i think now is the perfect time to say those things i never said. firstly, i love you so much. more than you can imagine. and yes, even more than that tv show of mine. there’s honestly so much to say, but there’s so little time. i have only 2-3 more hours, i suppose? and i begged the doctor to not call you before i’m gone. i know this isn’t fair to you my little star, but i don’t want to see you in pain because of me, or anyone else. which is why i’m afraid of letting go of your hand. afraid that if i go, you will try to follow me blindly, do the wrong things, walk down the wrong paths and will end up losing yourself. i don’t ever want that to happen. ever. so, please don’t cry when i’m gone. i guess you can cry a bit. . . but not much. what if you end up getting a sore throat? if you do, take the medicines from the second drawer in the bathroom, okay?

two 𖨂

i’ll miss you. your goofy faces that you make, your cute little squeaks between your laughs, your beautiful eyes that always shine when you see chocolates and you. all of you. i’ll miss all of you so much. how about you? will you miss me too? will you bake your cinnamon rolls that i love so much at the funeral? or on my birthday? will you? i’m not even sure what happens after death. whether i will even remember you or not, i don’t know. but what i know is, that i’ll watch over you from up there. i’ll always watch. so don’t be afraid to step out of the house after it gets dark. and if you do, carry that pepper spray with you, okay? doesn’t it feel so surreal? me becoming a star, when i always call you my little star? i guess that’s why i’ll have to watch over you from afar. me, a big star. you, my cute little star. i’ll shine bright in the sky, i’m sure of that. so don’t you dare lose that shine on you as well, alright?

three 𖨂

it feels weird and- and scary. i’m so nervous, love. i didn’t want to die like this, never! i wanted to live a long life with you. live with our three little cats, and maybe a few mini versions of ourselves running around our house. i wanted to see you grow old. and i want to keep loving you even when you put hair brushes into the freezer and dishes in the bathroom, i want to be with you. right by your side. and even when you forget to brew your evening coffee, i want to hold your hand and guide you. and even when you keep repeating the same words three times a day, i will pretend it’s new. so that you don’t have to remember that you’re forgetting. yeah, i know it. the doctors told me you can have alzheimer’s over time, it’s highly possible. but i’m afraid i won’t be able to take care of you kitten. and i’m sorry– i really am. i wish it didn’t have to end this way.

four 𖨂

i know you. you were looking for forever. i couldn’t give you that. but i can at least take the batteries out of the clocks so that we’ll be stuck inside this moment as if time had really been stopped. so that i’ll almost get a million extra seconds to spend with you, except here seconds do not exist. it’s only the two of us. you and i. in our forever. and when i die, you can crank your watch– restart the clocks and begin the time. and know that we were infinite the moment you were mine. i’ll always be yours. always. i promise. but i want you to move on. i want you to experience love again while you’re still young. i’ll support every decision of yours from up there, and i’ll cheer on you. i don’t ever want to hold you back. nuh-uh. i want you to move forward, and even though you can look back, i don’t ever want you think you could’ve changed the past. you need to walk on a different road now. one without me. and though it hurts to say this– you need to live without me. live for us. live for the future you always wanted. live to complete those bucket lists of yours and even mine, since i couldn’t complete even a single of them. live. just live happily.

five 𖨂

it’s ten minutes past seven, and i feel sick. pain scale infinite/100. my whole body feels on fire. my hands– they wouldn’t stop trembling no matter how hard i try. my lips have turned pale, and i feel it coming. i can sense it. i can sense death waiting on the door. waiting that the moment i finish it’s going to snatch me away from you, from this world. and i’m trying to stall time. but my body doesn’t listen to me anymore. it’s become weaker and more. . . stubborn. my love. i wish i could call you that more often. my little star. my kitten. all these nicknames are the only way i survived my nights admitted in this hospital. i used to think of you. think of what you would do after i’m gone. think of what you would feel. think of who else would cry for me. and i don’t know what to do. i really don’t. i feel just so helpless. i don’t know what to do anymore. i really don’t. i hope you’re not sad because of it. please don’t be. take care of our three beautiful children okay? tell them that their father has gone to a beautiful place, show them your love, sing to them at night and take them in your arms when you feel sad. and if you ever miss me, look at the rain, or the stars or the clouds, i’ll always be here to listen. always. just as i promised.

six 𖨂

i hoped that death would be a bit kinder. i hoped she gave me some more time, some more years i could spend loving, admiring and memorizing every bit of you. but it’s always unexpected. she comes in unexpected ways and takes away our loved ones in the blink of an eye. i’m talking like a true poet now, aren’t i? give that pink letter to my parents, green one for each members and blue one for you. tell them to open that after a week, it applies to you as well, missy. be kinder to yourself. love yourself. look at the mirror and think of my compliments. felix gives the best hugs. hug him if you feel low. if you ever feel drained out like me. i’m tired now. just– so so tired. can i rest now? please? i’ll always love you regardless of whatever may come. and i’ll always be in your heart. i’m about to be a star, my love. s-signing off, yours forever.

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wolfytoothy · 2 months

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valentines

listen I'm sorry for not posting on valentines. I was bout to leave yall hanging because I'm lonely as fuck and I was bout to throw bricks at ever couple I see but I decided I wanted to serve so ima go ahead and post.

Here yall go.

You don’t know what was talking over people's bodies but you were seeing people becoming girlfriends and boyfriends left and right. It was honestly annoying. You were walking down the hallway with your friend. “Yo I’m throwing bricks at every single couple I see on valentines day bruh no joke” Why you said that, well it was because everywhere you looked someone was either proposing or giving gifts, and it wasn’t you. But little did you know, It was about to be you sooner or later.

Earlier that day with Miles:

It was the day before valentines day, and Miles was about to go feral. He was currently having trouble on what to give you on valentines day.

You and him had been friends for years now, and Miles wasn’t gonna lie, he may or may not have developed a crush on you. How did he know? Well he found himself becoming might jealous when boys would look back at it, and cat call you. He also found himself becoming overprotective and glaring at every boy that even looked at you in a way that indicated they wanted to date you.His mother, Rio, noticed this new behavior around you and loved it. Shiii even Aaron noticed it. He was in love. He literally had your contacts saved as ‘my mama’s’ And of cause him not knowing what to do in this situation especially when valentines day coming up, he wasn’t sure what to give you.

So he asked the three most reliable people that would give him his answer.Your best friend, your mom, and his mom.

His first victim was his mom. He went up to her in the kitchen preparing himself for a shower of kisses when he asked the question.“Ma” Miles started leaning against the counter avoiding eye contact. “Si mijo” Rio responded. “So hypothetically speaking, lets say i have a…” Miles paused as he gulped, bracing himself.

“Miles Gonzoles Morales, if you got someone pregnant-”,

“what?!no! Ma I’m 16” Miles argued.

“¿Y quién sabe qué estarás haciendo cuando yo no esté aquí?, for all i know you could be raw doging, you better be using protection” Rio said putting her hands on her hip, faceing her son. (And who knows what you be doing when i’m not here,)

“Ew,ma- well of course i'm using protection-”

“So you admit it!”

“You know what we're drifting off from the main topic” Miles said quickly. “Noooo. Lets force on that topic”, “ma, pleace” miles begged not in the mood to get grounded at the moment. Rio cound hint at the desperation in her sons voice and sighed, finally letting her some speak.

“Fine go on” Rio huffed. “Okay so… as I was saying. Persay I have a crush of mine, and there one of my closest friends, and I developed a crush, but I'm over thinking. What should I get her, or how could i confess” miles asked. Rio blinked then a smile creeped on her face.

“it's y/n, isn't” Rio smirked. Miles jolted and nodded. “how'd you know”

“miles you only have one close friend that's a female. And I know it's not ganke” Rio shrugged, making the afro latino chuckle. “so what I get her” he asked again.

Rio thought for a moment then respond. “Well she likes jewelry, and stuff animals, and love sneakers” Rio shrugged. “and since you know her so well already it should be easy to confess.”

And he took that into consideration. That day. He bought a purple flower bear, a ring that looked like chains, and LOOOORD was it iced out. And yes it was really Dimond of course. Then he got a second ring was an iced out ring with words in graverd on the inside saying “princess”. And of course he had to get the new kicks for you.Then he added a little note. Now all he had to do was give it to you.Back to you.

Present time:

It was finally the end of class and you were about to head out, till you relized miles was holding a bag. And he seemed kinda flustered. “Ohhh, does lil Mr morales have a valentines,” you teased as you sided next to him. The boy with the cornrows smirked slightly as he looked at you. “Umm” he said “Its… for you” he said quietly.

You looked at him baffled for a sec and looked at the gift. You slowly took it and smiled. “Wow miles, I didn't get you anything though” you said feeling bad and looked in the bag.

“No it's fine, but um… call me after school and tell me what you think” miles said taking his leave. You were confused by what he said and shrugged. When you got home you realized the letter. And your heart melted at how cute it was.

One year later:

It was valentines day again and it was of course you and Miles anniversary of being together. And of course miles had to make it special just for you.“Hey mama's.” He greeted pulling you in by the waist and kissing your cheek,while he giving you a bag that had hearts all over it.

You slipped him a back as well as you smiled. You pecked in the bag and pouted. “Miles, how much was this” you said pulling out a pair of shoes. “That's not important, just know I love you” miles said pecking your lips.

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😌✨️The end.... ✨️

I feel might lonely so yall better enjoy this 🥲😭😭

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theemporium · 10 months

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the golden retriever and black cat was soooo cute, could you do part 2 please?

thank you for requesting!🖤

part one

“Does my hair look okay?”

“Yes.”

“And my outfit?”

“Also yes.”

“What about—”

“Fucking hell,” James let out a long groan as he fell back onto his bed, shoving his face into his pillow. “You have already asked me three times!”

“Well, now I’m asking you a fourth time!” Sirius snapped back. “Are you sure I look okay?”

“You look perfect, mate, she’s gonna think the same,” James told him, his voice a little more sincere this time as he lifted his head up. “Now go before she thinks you stood her up.”

Sirius frowned as he glanced over at the clock, noticing the time and letting out a panicked ‘shit’ under his breath before he reached for his jacket and bolted out the room with James’ laughter following him down the stairs.

It had taken Sirius asking a handful of different students to pinch him on his way back to Gryffindor Tower to realise that he hadn’t, in fact, dreamt up the interaction with you. It had taken James literally slapping him across the face to prove he was awake for him to realise the date planned with you tonight was also very real.

He had spent the rest of the day spiralling over every little detail you could have possibly managed, and it often resulted in either Remus or Lily having to talk him down from an edge when he got too panicked.

And now he was racing towards the Three Broomsticks with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, eager and determined to reach the pub at least fifteen minutes early so he could grab a good seat and be ready for when you arrived.

However, Sirius didn’t think you would have the same idea as he burst through the door, only to see you already seated in a booth with a somewhat smug look on your face.

“You’re early,” Sirius muttered, his shoulders falling as he made his way towards the table you were sitting at.

“Is that a problem?” you asked with your brows raised.

“No, no!” Sirius quickly exclaimed, his cheeks flushed a light pink and it was no longer due to the fact he ran from the castle. “I just…I wanted to be here so I could pull out your chair and stuff.”

“Lucky for you, you can’t really do that in booths,” you teased lightly before patting the spot next to you.

Sirius quickly slid in, flashing you a sheepish smile as he held the flowers out for you. “Here. These are for you.”

You blinked. “Oh.”

Sirius’ face fell. “You don’t like them.”

“No, I—” you stared at the flowers with an odd expression before looking up at him. “I’ve just…never had someone give me flowers before.”

“Well, baby, you gotta get used to it with me,” he said with a widespread grin on his face. “Coffees aren’t the only deliveries you gotta prepare for.”

“You’re confident this will go well,” you noted, watching the way Sirius’ arm fell onto the back of the booth with his fingers brushing against your shoulder, but you chose not to point it out.

“I’ve charmed you this far, love, I reckon a few hours with me and you’ll be smitten,” he answered with a sure nod of his head.

“Smitten?” you repeated, your lips twitching up a little.

“Downright besotted,” Sirius confirmed.

“If you say so, handsome,” you murmured, biting back your own smile when you watched his cheeks flush at the nickname.

“I could get used to hearing you call me that,” he muttered with a wolfish grin. And something about it made your stomach twist, in a good way. In a way that made you want to keep that smile on his face.

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pink-sparkly-witch · 4 months

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The Widow Timestamp: Marry Me?

Summary: It’s almost Christmas, and Sam has an important question to ask you.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female Reader

Rating: 18+ Only

Warnings: fluff, objectification of Sam, marriage proposal, smut, oral sex (f rec), fingering, teasing, p in v

Word Count: 1.6k

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Seeing Sam in candlelight is something you’d never get used to. It was extra distracting tonight because he was lit by the candle on the table and the hundreds of Christmas lights that decorated the restaurant. He was spellbindingly beautiful and constantly took your breath away.

You could spend hours staring at him, feeling like the cat that got the cream because Sam Winchester was your man. Sweet and kind, handsome and intelligent, and when you turned out the lights to not sleep… well, you’d never felt anything like it. It’d been the most blissful year and a half you’d ever had.

“How’s the wine?” Sam asks, pulling you from your silent adoration of the hazel-eyed man sitting across from you.

“I’m sorry, what?” you ask, embarrassed that he caught you staring at him. Again.

“How’s the wine, baby?” he asks, grinning slyly at you.

“Good,” you reply, using the opportunity to take a large gulp from your glass and wanting to hug your server for his timely arrival at your table to take your order.

“So,” you began once your embarrassment had died down a little. “What’s with the surprise date?”

“Well,” Sam cleared his throat before continuing. “I know the next few days are going to be busy with you cooking Christmas dinner for everyone, and I wanted to make sure you took some time to relax.”

You took a sip from your wine glass, smaller this time, not completely buying it. You knew him far too well, and you knew when he was hiding something. “Okay,” you say, deciding not to push. Sam would have his reasons, and you weren’t going to push when he’d brought you to your favourite restaurant.

The meal had been delicious, and as soon as your server told you they had freshly made pecan pie, you knew you had to have a slice.

“I don’t know who’s worse when it comes to pie, you or Dean!” Sam chuckles.

“Definitely Dean!” you giggle. “Did you know he wants me to make three different pies for Christmas? Three, Sam! That’s insane!”

“He just wants to take the leftovers home.”

“Yeah, well, he can’t have all three!” you say, smiling as Sam laughs.

Sam smiles softly from across the table as the pecan pie is placed in front of you. You waste no time diving in for your first bite, humming at the taste of the warm, sweet pastry, only noticing he’s staring when he takes the hand not holding the fork.

“What? Do I have pie on my face?” you frown as you look at him. You notice his nervousness in how he runs his free hand through his long hair. “Sam, what is it? You’re scaring me.”

“I’m the one that should be scared!” Sam chuckles, and your frown deepens. “I didn’t bring you here to relax before Christmas, sweetheart. I was going to ask you this on Christmas morning, but I don’t want to wait.”

“Sam,” you mumble, but anything further is lost when he moves from his chair, gets down on one knee and pulls out a little black box.

“Y/N, from the second I laid eyes on you, I knew I had to get to know you, and when we had that coffee date a few days later, I knew I’d found the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I love you more than anything, and I want to make you happy, make you smile, make you laugh every single day.”

Sam paused his speech to pull a Kleenex from his suit pocket and hand it to you. You were already crying and nodding even though he hadn’t asked you the question yet.

“Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?” Sam opens the little black box, and you’re stunned by the elegant diamond band that is small enough to suit your hand but big enough that you’re terrified you’ll lose it.

“Yes!” you gasp, and Sam’s smile widens. “Yes, Sam. Of course I’ll marry you.”

Sam laughs in delight and gently places the ring on your finger. It fits perfectly, and you look up at him, asking the silent question of how he got it so right.

“Jody helped,” Sam grins, leaning forward and finally placing his lips on yours in a celebratory kiss. The butterflies, the fireworks, the pure elation and love for this man course through you, and you feel like you’re on cloud nine. You’re so wrapped up in everything that’s him and your happiness that you don't hear the applause surrounding you courtesy of the other diners.

Reluctantly, you part, and Sam blushes as he takes his seat, making you grin at his adorable shyness. Your server places a bottle of champagne on your table, and you raise an eyebrow at your fiancé. A giggle bubbles up as Sam shrugs, giving you a smouldering pout. The one that means he only has one thing in mind—you, naked on the bed.

When you finally get back home, you’re desperate for him. You need to be with him, to feel him in the most intimate way. “Sam,” you moan as his teeth graze at your neck. “Take me to bed.” Sam wastes no time obeying your command, pulling you up his body and wrapping your legs around his waist. He carries you upstairs and throws you on your bed.

Before you stop bouncing on the mattress, he hitches your dress up, pulls your panties aside, and laps hungrily at your soaking folds. At the first taste of your slick, Sam groans loudly and thrusts his tongue inside you.

“Sam!” you moan, turned on more than you ever thought possible at your fiancé’s desperation for you.

“You taste really good, baby,” Sam grunts from between your thighs, taking a moment to collect some slick on his fingers and rub it into your clit.

Gasping, you squeeze your thighs together at his touch, making Sam tut and shove your legs into the bed, holding them firmly so you can’t move. He looks up at you with a smirk, captures your little bundle of nerves between his lips, and sucks gently.

“Fuck, Sam!” you scream, already so close to releasing the tension he was winding up tightly within you.

“That’s it, baby, scream my name. Let the neighbours hear what I’m doing to you,” Sam pulls away from your clit briefly to plunge two fingers into your seeping hole before he uses his tongue to lick and tease once again.

“Sam, please! I’m close!” you whine, writhing your hips, trying to get more friction against his mouth, but his hold on one of your thighs makes it impossible to gyrate like you need to. You place your left hand on the one holding your thigh open, and he finally lets go, clasping his hand with yours and giving your hips free movement to rock against his fingers and face.

“Come on, baby. Let go. Let me have it,” Sam murmurs against you and thrusts his fingers faster.

You came with a squeal, clenching Sam’s hand hard, your other pulling at his hair as the waves of pleasure soared through you, vibrating from head to toe and back again.

Coming down from your climax, you notice Sam is now topless and unbuttoning his pants. You quickly sit up, pull your dress over your head and unclasp your bra. Pausing, you watch him pull his underwear down, mesmerised by his long, hard cock bouncing against his stomach.

You slide to the top of the bed, removing your underwear and opening your legs, a pang of arousal coursing through you as Sam’s eyes drop what he wants. You touch yourself with your ring-clad hand, trying to entice your husband-to-be into action, but he just smirks at you from the bottom of the bed, pumping his cock in his hand.

“Are you gonna take care of me, or do I need to do it myself?” you smirk, dipping two fingers into your wet heat, knowing Sam likes to be the boss in the bedroom and won’t like you antagonising him.

“Patience, Baby,” Sam smirks back, not taking the bait. “You look so pretty and perfect, all spread out for me. I’m just taking a minute to enjoy what’s mine.”

His possessiveness makes you moan, and you see the twitch in Sam’s upper lip, meaning he’s reached the end of his teasing limit. You spread your legs further apart when he crawls up the bed.

Sam’s lips meet yours in a kiss that takes your breath away. His hands are everywhere, touching everything, and you feel overwhelmed in the best possible way. Your hands reach into his long hair and tug, pleased with the moan that escapes him.

You could kiss him for hours. His kisses always tell you how he feels: love, care, awe, desire, lust. All his emotions spill out in how he kisses you, but tonight, it’s different. Tonight, everything feels amplified, and you can’t help but think it’s because of the extra weight you carry on your left hand.

Sam pulls away from your lips and begins to tease your entrance with his glans, and you rest your left hand on his chest. He clasps his fingers with yours and thrusts forward, entering you in one slow, torturous movement. He keeps pushing until he’s fully sheathed inside you and lets out a thunderous groan.

“You feel so good, Y/N. So perfect for me,” Sam moans, pulling his hips back and pushing in again. His pace stays slow, but his thrusts get harder and deeper. It’s not all that common for him to make love like this, but you love how he fucks like he kisses; filled with emotion and passion that never leaves you wondering exactly what he feels or what his feelings are for you.

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janeyseymour · 5 months

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At Arm's Length pt 4

Yet another installation that is highly unedited because I have to teach again tomorrow and once again it's late

*i feel like most of this would make sense as a stand alone*

Summary: You tell the Abbott clan, and then you have a big realization.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

WC: ~3.8k

You can’t help but notice the way that Melissa’s knee bounces incessantly as she drives the two of you to school. Today was the day you would be telling your friends (her friends) that the two of you were seeing each other- or confirming their suspicions.

“Babe,” you try to assure her as you set a hand on her thigh from the passenger seat. “Take a breath. It’s all gonna be okay. They all think we’re dating anyway, so really… it’s not even like we’re coming out. We’re just confirming what they already think they know.”

“I know, I know,” she sighs as she runs a hand through her hair. “I’m just nervous.”

“There’s nothing to be nervous about,” you tell her gently. “They’re going to be thrilled for us if anything.”

She nods as she pulls into her parking spot. Neither of you can help but notice that the parking lot is relatively empty for this time of morning. Barb isn’t here yet, Janine and Gregory aren’t here yet, and neither is Ava to no one’s surprise. The only other car there is Mr. Johnson’s. With a shrug, the two of you get out of the car, grab your bags, and head into the school.

You both head for the break room, content with the last few minutes in your little bubble before everybody else trickles in and the cat is out of the bag. You put both of your lunches into the refrigerator while she brews the coffee, and the two of you settle at your table for a few more minutes of peace and quiet.

The custodian sees the two of you enter from down the hall. He grins. He knows you two are alright.

You notice the way that as she sits down, her sleeves are pulled up past her hands, and she has her thumbs through the holes in her shirt- a little quirk you’ve noticed about her, but it’s also a telltale sign that she’s nervous about something. You know what she’s nervous about.

You glance at the clock. There’s only about five minutes before everybody’s favorite segment of the news comes on, and you know nobody is ever late to watch.

“I’m gonna run and use the bathroom,” you tell your girlfriend gently as you lay a hand on her shoulder to stand. “Take a deep breath. It’s all gonna be okay.” You kiss her cheek delicately before quietly making your way out.

You know what you’re doing. You’re giving her a chance to not tell your secret because it’s quite evident that she’s a wreck over telling them. You’re not entirely sure why, but she is. So you slip into the bathroom to allow Melissa a few moments in solitary before everything unwraps for the day.

“Hello, Melissa,” Barb enters the staff room cheery as ever. In tow, she has the three work children. She looks oddly at the two coffee cups in front of her filled to the brim. “No Y/N today?”

“She’s here,” Melissa tells the group as she takes a rather large sip of her coffee.

Jacob furrows his brows. “Her car isn’t here though- did she take the bus? I told her if she ever had any car troubles, we could carpool. We really all should be carpooling anyway,” he rambles. “We have to make some sort of effort to save planet Earth from all of these terrible-”

“Gregory and I carpool now,” Janine says.

“Because you spent the night at his house,” Jacob reminds her. The couple averts their eyes with a small shrug.

“Her car is fine,” the second grade teacher says. “I brought her in today.”

“Oh?” the kindergarten teacher raises an eyebrow and gives her friend a look, silently asking if the two of you are okay.

Melissa just nods mutely into her cup before pulling one of her sleeves over her hand and balling the material in her fist.

You enter the room again and take your seat next to Melissa, silently noting that she’s still as nervous as she was on the way in. She’s gripping her mug so tightly her knuckles are white, and you can see the way she’s just barely rocking herself in attempts to soothe herself. As subtly as you can, as you reach for your first mug of coffee that day. You brush your hand against your girlfriend’s and give her a comforting look.

“Good morning, Y/N,” Barbara greets you kindly. “Melissa said she drove you in today? Are you having car troubles again?”

You know Melissa hasn’t told them yet, and you want her to be the one to let the cat out of the bag since she’s clearly so nervous about it.

“I already told youse, her car is fine,” Melissa grumbles, clearly annoyed.

“My car is fine,” you keep up with her charade. “It’s just been making a funny noise lately, and the heat doesn’t always turn on, so Melissa offered to pick me up this morning so I wouldn’t have to freeze on my way here.”

You see her shoulders relax even just slightly as you continue on with your charade.

“Can someone turn on the news?” the redhead asks.

After the news is over, you all break apart to get ready for your day with the kids. Gregory and Jacob leave together, while Barbara and Janine exit the room talking about the assembly you all were supposedly having today. That leaves you and Melissa in the break room together for a few quiet moments before you know you have to get down to your classrooms.

“You coulda told them,” Melissa mumbles, still not looking at you the whole way.

“I could’ve,” you say softly. “But I could see how stressed you were about it, and I respect that. I don’t want to push you into something you aren’t ready for.”

“I-I’ll tell Barb today,” she promises quietly. “I’m just not ready for the kid to jump on me and question me like crazy- not yet. At least not before I’ve finished my first cup of coffee.”

“That’s fair,” you chuckle and glance at the clock. “Just breathe, babe. It’s all gonna be okay. Now, I have to run to greet the little gremlins, but I’ll see you at lunch, okay?”

She nods, and as you go to leave, her hand wraps around your wrist gently. She squeezes your wrist softly, as if to say thanks, before letting you go.

Your morning is fine. You catch a glimpse of Melissa as she quickly makes her way down the hall as the kids start to make their way in, and you frown when she doesn’t look any less stressed.

“Ms. Y/N!” you hear one of your kids call from down the hallway. She barrels into you, giving you a tight hug. “Are you feeling better than yesterday?”

“I am, Alena,” you say softly as you hug her back. “Thank you for asking.”

She grins at you, and when you tell her to start unpacking and get ready for the day, she nods eagerly.

You look back down the hallway towards your girlfriend’s room, and she’s standing in her doorway, but she looks to be in deep thought.

“Ms. Schemmenti!” you call down, hoping to be able to ease her concerns with a soft smile.

She glances up, and you give her a questioning look, to which she just gives you a subtle thumbs up. “Good morning, Ms. Y/N.”

“I’m thinking of another cup of coffee,” you tell her. “Would you mind just standing between our rooms to make sure my kids don’t get too wild?”

She laughs but nods and makes her way down to your room, just so the kids know she’s watching. As she passes you by, you squeeze her hip gently and whisper, “Breathe, Mel. It’s okay. I’m not upset.”

She nods with a straight face before you head back down to the staff room to brew two more cups of coffee.

When you return down the hall, two mugs in hand, she smiles. “One of those better be for me, hon. You have three cups of coffee right off the bat, and you’ll be on a sugar high right alongside your kiddos.”

“One’s for you,” you grin as you hand her a cup. “You look like you could use it.”

“Thank you,” she grins as she lets the hot cup warm up her hands and her heart.

“Thanks for watching over my class,” you tell her. “And seriously, take a breath. You look like you’re about to pass out, and I can’t come running in to save you today.”

She just lightly hip checks you. “I’m okay now,” she promises and squeezes your shoulder before sauntering her way back down to her end of the hall.

Lunch time approaches, and you’re looking forward to the leftovers your girlfriend packed you for lunch. You didn’t want your salad this morning, and she was more than happy to let you steal some of the gnocchi she made for dinner last night.

After making sure your students are settled in for lunch, you make your way back down to the staff room. Your lunch is set out for you as it usually is, and you can’t help but grin.

“Changing it up for lunch today?” Jacob glances over at your spot as you walk in.

“Yeah, wasn’t feeling my ‘bland ass salad’,” you chuckle as you sit down next to Melissa. “Thanks for getting my lunch ready.”

“No problem, hon,” she says as she digs into her own gnocchi.

“You guys have the same lunch?” Janine asks. “Aw! Twins!”

“The same-”

“Of course we do,” Melissa rolls her eyes. “She wasn’t feeling her salad today, and what kind of girlfriend would I be if I let her starve?”

In near comical unison, everybody’s eyes turn to the two of you, but your eyes stay focused on the redhead. Did she really just tell everybody so casually that you two were seeing each other?

Barb just nudges her best friend with a chuckle. “‘Bout damn time you told us.”

“What?!” Jacob and Janine stutter out.

“B-but, yesterday you said-”

“It was all a lie,” your girlfriend chuckles and lays a hand on your leg as she takes another bite of food. “We’re together.”

“Together?! As in-”

“Together,” you state. “As in, we’re dating, and we have been for the past few months.”

“So… that’s why your car isn’t here?” Gregory asks. “Because you were with Melissa last night?”

“Yes, Gregory,” Melissa huffs. “Do we have to spell it out for you any more? Or can we finish our lunch in peace?”

Mr. Johnson wanders in, and the first thing he notices is Melissa’s hand on your thigh. “I see you two are out?”

“Mr. Johnson!” Janine is quick. “How did you-“

“I’m always watching,” he says mysteriously. “Now, I’m heading out for the day, so don’t have any problems, ya hear?”

You all chuckle at the man fondly.

“Yeah, Mr. J,” you tell him. “I’ll do my best to keep ‘em all in line.” You place your hand over Melissa’s.

At the end of the day, Melissa meets you in your classroom, and she leans against the doorframe.

“Hey gorgeous,” she grins. “You about ready?”

You type away for a few more seconds, although her greeting makes you smile like a lovesick idiot. “Yeah, just give me a few minutes to read over this email and get my stuff from the break room.”

She makes her way over to your desk and settles behind you. “I already got your stuff from the staff room.”

“You did?”

“I did. Figured only one of us needed to be questioned by the Abbott relationship police today.” she laughs and wraps an arm around your shoulder.

“Oh, god,” you groan playfully. “What were they asking?”

“Just the basics.”

“Like?” you prompt as you turn your attention away from your computer.

“Like how long we’ve been dating, who made the first move, what made us start to date…” She trails off and blushes.

“What else?”

“Ava asked me if I had ‘hit that’,” she admits somewhat sheepishly.

“And you said?” you raise a brow.

“I asked her who’s business that was with my hands on my hips and a look,” Melissa laughs. “She quieted down real quick… until Barb nudged me.”

“Barbara?” Your brows shoot up in shock.

“Barbara,” your girlfriend grumbles.

“And you said?”

“Nothin. It ain’t nobody’s business but ours,” she tells you seriously, although you feel her hand sliding down your back and towards your-

“What’re you working on?” she asks you, as if she isn’t reaching for your ass as you sit in your chair.

“Just replying to a few emails,” you sigh as you turn back to your computer to continue typing away.

“Do you want to just do that at home?” she asks you. “I can make dinner while you sit at the island and look pretty?”

“Home?”

“Yeah, babe,” she rolls her eyes. “How’s that sound?”

“I-it sounds really nice,” you smile as you close your laptop. “I’ll finish the emails at home.”

“Should we swing by your place so you can grab fresh clothes for tomorrow?”

“Please,” you request softly. Ava spilled her apple juice all over me this morning, so I also want to change my top.”

“Why didn’t you say something at lunch, hon? I would’ve let you wear my Eagles sweatshirt again,” she tells you as she picks up one of your many bags.

“It wasn’t the worst,” you shrug as you grab the remaining bags. “I can carry my own stuff, Mel.”

“Just let me do this.” She somehow still has a hand free to grab yours as the two of you walk out hand in hand.

The two of you walk out together, and she’s nothing but chivalrous as she opens the door for you to slide into her passenger seat.

“G’night all youse,” Melissa calls as she sees the rest of the group leaving for the night. They all call out their goodbyes to the two of you, and you give a broad wave as she closes the door for you.

She gets into the car and immediately holds your hand as she pulls out of her spot. As soon as she’s out of the parking lot, she’s bringing your hand up to her lips and kissing it delicately.

You smile at her, and you lean over to kiss her cheek. “So sweet,” you tell her. “Who knew, under that tough wall you have up, you’re a teddy bear?”

“More people than I wish,” she chuckles. “I’m a second grade teacher; I gotta be soft sometimes.”

You giggle. “I suppose you have a point.”

As she pulls into your apartment complex, you look up at your dingy apartment. “Are you coming up?” you ask her.

“I can, or I don’t have to,” she tells you. “It’s up to you.”

“I’ll be quick,” you promise with a kiss to her lips. You’re out of the car quickly, fully intending to run in and out of your apartment.

But as you walk in, you realize how dull and empty your apartment seems in comparison to Melissa’s. It doesn’t feel like home. It hasn’t since… since you started dating your coworker. Your house doesn’t constantly smell delicious. You don’t have food stuffing your fridge. Your decor, if you could even call it that, is basic and not heartfelt at all. You have one lamp in each room to just barely light up the rooms at night.You don’t have any pictures, except for the single image you have of you and your childhood best friend. Aside from that one picture, there are no features that scream that this place is yours.

Melissa’s house, on the other hand, is always lit brightly or with mood lighting. It smells like a bakery at any given moment. There’s always something to snack on in her house, and you always have options in what you can munch on in between meals. Her house is tastefully decorated, and the walls and end tables are covered in family photos filled with rich history that tell so many stories.

You frown as you wander through your apartment, looking for anything that you might have over your girlfriend. But you can’t. Melissa’ house trumps all, and it always has. With a sigh, you go into your room and start packing your things when you get a text.

You okay, hon? Melissa texts. You’ve been in there a while.

That was ten minutes ago. You go to respond, but you’re cut short when there’s a knock on your door and you hear it opening.

“Babe?” your girlfriend’s voice rings out. “You okay?”

“In my room,” you call back. “Just getting stuff ready, and then I’ll be-” you smile when you see Melissa standing in your doorway.

You’re currently standing on your toes, trying to grab your favorite sweatshirt from the top of the closet. The slightest bit of your midriff is showing, and Melissa licks her lips quietly.

“You need some help, hon?” she chuckles once she’s gotten herself out of her trance.

You make a face at her with a huff. “You’re like… an inch taller than me.” She still comes over and reaches for your pullover with ease. She hands it to you with a kiss as her hand lands on your back.

“I’m ready to go home,” you whisper as you pull yourself closer to her.

“Alright hon,” the second grade teacher grins. She grabs your bag and leads you out, even locking your door for you.

The two of you drive over to her place in a comfortable silence. Your hand lays gently on her thigh the entire way. She isn’t bouncing her leg up and down like she was this morning. Your eyes flicker shut for just five minutes, but in those five minutes, you wind up at her house. Today took more out of you than you thought.

“We’re home, sweetheart,” Melissa kisses your cheek gently. “C’mon. Let’s get you inside.”

“Home,” you sigh, eyes still closed gently.

“Yeah, baby,” she whispers. “We’re home.” You still don’t make any moves to get out of the car, and she chuckles low and deep.

You hear her side of the car open, and you can hear her shuffling to get everything into the house. When she’s inside, she pours you a glass of wine before coming out to retrieve you.

You’re still sitting in the car, eyes unopened, and she can see your breath starting to even out again.

“Honey,” she laughs quietly as she opens the passenger door. “C’mon. Let’s get you inside and comfortable. I can make us dinner while you get a quick nap in.”

You groan. “I have to email back those parents and start on my lesson plans for next week.”

“Well, then I have your glass of wine ready to help you loosen up,” she tells you as she unbuckles your seatbelt, kissing the nape of your neck as she leans over you.

You hum. “What did I do to deserve all of this? You treat me like a princess, and I hardly-”

“You aren’t a princess,” Melissa tells you. “You’re a damned queen. I love you.”

Your eyes snap open. That was the first time she said that to you.

“W-what?” you ask, suddenly very awake.

“I said I love ya, hon,” your girlfriend whispers, and she kisses you gently.

“I love you too,” you mumble against her lips. “God, I love you.”

When you pull apart, she sweeps you into her arms and carries you into the house. She sets you down on the couch.

“Get your beauty sleep, my love,” Melissa tells you softly.

“I can’t,” you whine. “I have things to do, and I want to watch you cook.”

“You’ll be able to watch me cook plenty, amore,” the second grade teacher promises you as she kisses your temple. She reaches for one of the blankets she has thrown over the back of the couch.

“Thank you, babe,” you sigh as your eyes flutter close again. But they only stay closed for a few seconds… you really do have a ton of work to do today. You grumble under your breath as you sit up and wrap the blanket around you, dragging yourself and your bags to the kitchen island.

“Y/N,” Melissa says as she hears you make your way in.

“It’s fine,” you mumble. “It’ll just be an early night if that’s okay with you.”

“That’s just fine, hon,” your girlfriend tells you as she brings your glass of wine over. “We’ll have some dinner, you can do some work, and we’ll head to bed.”

You end up getting slammed with emails about the new project you had introduced to your third graders while you and Melissa are eating dinner. When you look at your computer again, you know it’s not going to be an early night like you had hoped- you have to reply to these emails, and you absolutely have to plan out next week’s lessons.

“Honey,” Melissa rubs your shoulders. “You’re ridiculously tense. Take a breath.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I’m just a little stressed right now… the parents and the lesson planning, and the way that conferences are coming up and I-”

Melissa leans over to close your laptop before returning back to your shoulders. “Deal with the parents tomorrow- we’re off the clock right now. Hell, Barb and I’ll help you deal with them tomorrow. Focus on relaxing for a few minutes, and then we can tackle your lesson plans for next week. I’ll even pull out my old third grade lesson plans, and we can see how my lessons played out and adapt them to fit to your students. Most of your kids were my kids last year, so I can help you tackle the parents. It’s all going to be-”

You turn in your girlfriend’s arms and kiss her soundly. “Thank you,” you mumble against her lips. “Thank you.”

“I got you,” Melissa tells you earnestly as she holds you close. “I got you. You’re gonna be okay.”

With the promises of starting to figure everything out tomorrow, the two of you head to bed not much longer after she reassures you that everything is going to be alright. She’s worked a few knots out in your shoulders before patting them.

“Alright, love,” she smiles as she kisses the nape of your neck. “Time for bed?”

You can’t help the small gasp that escapes your lips before you compose yourself. “Please. I’m exhausted.”

As the two of you climb into bed and lay your head on her shoulder, you know your apartment is no longer your home. Your home isn’t even Melissa’s apartment. It’s just wherever Melissa is.

“I love you,” you whisper before drifting off.

“I love you more.”

#abbott elementary #abbott elementary fanfic #abbott elementary fanfiction #melissa schemmenti fanfic #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti

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januaryembrs · 2 months

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SAVIOUR | Bucky Barnes x reader

Request: Hi congratulations on 1k!!!! Could i request a drabble for Bucky where he and reader like each other but are dancing around their feelings so reader tries to go on a date but it goes south and bucky's there to help? (yes i know this is a cliche but i am hopeless okay 😭)

Description: Bucky comforts you in between the odd grey area the two of you had found yourself in.

word count: 1.35k

trigger warnings: bad date, stalking behaviour, fem!reader

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You shut your apartment door quietly, hoping the latch wouldn’t wake Mrs Addison across the hall, knowing you didn’t have time to receive an earful and catch your bus.

You were already running late, this did not look good on a first date.

You all but stumbled down the stairs in the high heels that had immediately been a mistake, but in the interest of making it to the restaurant on time, what were a few bruised shins?

You’d kept it together pretty well, for a woman who was multitasking between texting and running, and as luck would have it, it wasn’t until the final three steps that one of your ankles finally gave out, an ailment you’d been asking for. A short squeal left your throat, one hand flying out to try stop the damage the hard floor would inflict to your freshly brushed teeth, only to crash into a warm wall of muscle that seemed to groan on impact.

Gaze snapping to your saviour, you met the icy blue eyes you tended to stare at as you both waited for your laundry, or even as you collected your mail, waited for the lift together.

“James,” You breathed in relief, your heart hammering behind your chest at the near miss, and the word had a polite smile spreading on the quiet man’s face, “My god, you must have like superspeed or something, I didn’t even see you,”

Bucky bit back the urge to snigger and reply with ‘Or something,’ his words dying in his mouth as he took in your outfit, the way the eyeshadow sat prettily on your lids, your lips painted a mauve that matched your necklace.

“Off out?” He said after a moment, and it was then he realised he still had you hugged tight to his chest where leaped into action the second he’d seen your heel swerve.

Truthfully he’d been just checking his mailbox, though he’d hoped the loud clicking of shoes running down the stairs would be you. And as luck would have it, it was. He’d wanted to tease you for clearly running late as he heard you cursing under your breath, wanted to joke that high heels were not a good option for an evening jog. He’d prepared himself to be funny, smoothe, the way he would have been before Hydra had him.

He still had an effect on women, he wasn’t blind and he certainly wasn’t dumb, but something about you made every suave move he might possibly pull fly out of his head all with just one of those smiles.

The same one you gave him now, as he gently set you down on wobbly knees, hoping you couldn’t feel the way his muscles tense beneath your fingertips as they clutched his shirt.

“Ye-yeah I got a date, and I’m late,” You replied, flicking a glance at your watch, before looking back at him with a snicker, “That rhymed,”

He smiled, though he felt his heart stutter for a moment at the word date, a little green monster writhing in jealous as he looked at you again. You were dressed so pretty for someone else, were you trying to get lucky, were you going to bring him back here-

Bucky tried not to clench his jaw as he saw you pacing backwards towards the front door to your building, your own unreadable expression when he took a second to answer. You didn’t understand why you’d felt so guilty running into him, quite literally, when you were on your way out. As far as neighbours went, James was great. He watched your cat when you went to visit your parents out of state for a week, sent you cute little reminders when your washing was ready, he even baked you some poor attempt at banana bread the day he moved in, though you were quick to tell him you were pretty sure it was supposed to be the other way around.

So, if he was just your great neighbour James, why did you feel so… dirty running off to see someone else.

You were pretty sure you knew why, and the only remedy for it was a hefty dose of denial.

“You going to be home late?” It wasn’t unusual for him to ask; another reason he was such a good neighbour, he checked in on you on the nights he knew you walked home from work, when the street lights were the only thing between you and any no good delinquent looking for a pretty lady and her purse. That is, unless they wanted the man who had seventy six years worth of rage pent up inside him on their ass.

“Uh, probably. I’ll shoot you a text when I’m home safe,” Texting, another thing you’d been quick to pull him up on, eventually showing him how to open his messages, to which he had three from Sam asking if he was around, how his therapy was going, things like that, and two from you asking if he had spare eggs and if he’d heard the car alarm wailing down the street. “Gotta dash, have a good night, James,”

You gave him a warm smile, almost forgetting the time entirely as you watched him grab for his own apartment door, waving back at you with soft eyes.

“Be safe, doll,” He called after you as you pushed the glass open and step out into the cold night air.

He waited by his cell phone for three hours before he convinced himself to sleep.

–

Bucky damn near jumped out of his skin, at the sound of small knocks on his door, his super hearing making them sound like fists were pounding on the wood, the desperation clear even without his enhanced senses.

He scrambled to look for his phone, another few knocks rattling his doorway as he caught a missed message from you sent ten minutes ago.

I’m on my way home. Date was a mess. Walking to the bus stop now!

His heart plummeted, all but throwing the blanket off his legs as he headed for the door, hoping it was in fact you who had woken him and not a Mrs Anderson complaining about the sound of the TV coming through the floorboards again.

Just as he’d hoped, he swung his front door open to reveal you, a little shaken and wide eyed as your gaze snapped from the glass foyer to where he drank the sight of you in with an alertness only a soldier could know.

“James! I’m so sorry to wake you up, I know its late,” It wasn’t, it was barely ten. But the guilt had eaten you up anyway with every knock on his door, “My date turned out to be a total bonehead, and when I tried leaving, he followed me- I- I don’t want to go home alone,” You said, voice shaking as you kept flicking a glance over your shoulder to where the outside seemed a little too dark for comfort.

Bucky couldn’t hear anything, couldn’t see anything moving outside except for the bushes blowing in the autumn breeze, but he was never going to tell you that when you seemed so frightened and jumpy, all but rooted in your spot.

“I know it’s a lot to ask, but you wouldn’t mind if I stayed-”

“Ofcourse,” Bucky cut you off too quickly, stepping aside to let you into the apartment without question. He watched you falter for a moment, your eyes softening as if the weight of the evening melted away and you could finally take a real breath, the relief palpable in your expression. He was barely expecting you to throw your arms around his waist, but he caught you quickly, pulling you into him the same way he had before you’d even left the building. “Anything to keep you safe, doll,” He said, shutting the door behind the two of you as he let a hand card down your spine, stroking until he felt the muscles there relax too.

“You really are my saviour, James,” You said into his chest, tucking your face further into his warmth.

He knew then he was really a goner.

#Bucky barnes x reader #Bucky barnes imagine #Bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes #tfatws

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shubblelive · 7 months

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— HYPOTHETICAL CAT

summary : your first time staying with wilbur since the beginning of your long-distance relationship, and you're already dreading leaving him. luckily for you, you may not have to.

genre : fluff

warnings : slightly dialogue heavy?? not proofread unlike usual but i think we're good

pairing : cc!wilbur soot x cc!fem!reader

pronouns : none (you/yours) BUT wilbur referrs to reader as a girl

featuring : cc! wilbur soot

requested : Could you do a wilbur fic where him and the reader have a long distance relationship? And one day when she comes and visits him, he admits he cant go such long periods of time without seeing her, so he proposes that she moves in with him, the rest is up to you, thank you! xx

word count : 873

note : okay i wrote this all in one day which i never do but it was a struggle. but, i power through for you guys. i hope you enjoy this <33333

No one told you when you started out that your favourite thing about content creation would be the webcam quality. Of course, it was definitely something you could live without, but on nights when it was just you and Wilbur, a video call on your desktop as your sun rose and his set, the fact that you could see him in picture perfect vision was occasionally the only thing holding you together.

But then suddenly, he was right in front of you.

You and Wilbur had been together for nearly three years, meeting at a creator event ages ago. You’d seen him at a panel and he’d waited in line to meet you just to give you his phone number, asking you to call him, and two weeks later he was calling you darling.

You’d known at that first meeting that you lived awfully far from each other, but that hadn’t been thought of as a particularly big issue until the two of you started dating, and then it was comparable to torture. You’d have semi-regular meetings where he’d fly to your place and stay with you for a couple of days. This time, though, this was different.

“You have been holding out on me,” your voice was heavy with sleep, your head in Wilbur’s lap as the two of you watched something, some nature documentary that was playing so softly it was almost designed to put you to sleep. “Your couch is so much more comfortable than mine is.”

Wilbur looked down at you fondly. “My bad,” he laughed steadily, careful not to be too loud. “I guess I thought that if you got to experience the wonders of my sofa you’d only wanna come here, I wouldn’t get to come see you as much.”

“I knew you and Mr Gardener had some weird thing going on,” you said, accusatory with a smile draped across your face.

“He makes you bread!” Wilbur defended. “How are you not obsessed with him?”

You cracked one of your eyes open sleepily, hand coming up to reach for his. He took it eagerly, drinking in your figure as you lay on his couch. “I’m pretty sure he’s not the one doing it.”

Wilbur threw his head back to rest against the couch, letting out a puff of air. “Okay, maybe Emily is the one doing the actual baking, but you can’t tell me that Mr Gardener doesn’t add to the experience.”

“I’m sure he does.” You hummed.

“You can not seriously tell me that baking a loaf of bread is not made infinitely better by the presence of a cat.”

You paused. “Okay, okay. It would be.”

Wilbur let out a pleased noise, moving down to run his hands up and down the exposed skin by your collarbone. “We should get a cat,”

His voice was barely loud enough for you to hear it, your eyes closed and his voice heavy with exhaustion. The two of you had been out all day on the first day of your visit, finally taking a moment to rest.

“Should we?” You mused. “Who gets custody?”

Wilbur made a choking sound like the answer was obvious. “Well- I would, right?”

You forced yourself up, yawning as you brought your knees to your chest. “Why am I jealous of our hypothetical cat right now?”

Wilbur chuckled and reached for you, sitting forward on his knees, gently tugging at your calves until he was resting on your chest. “You don’t have to be,” he pointed out. “I’ve got a very big bed. And an entire section of wardrobe that I’m not using, and-”

“Wilbur,” you chided. “You know it’s not as easy as me simply never going home. Believe me, if I could spend the rest of my life curled into this couch, I would but-”

Wilbur sighed dramatically, pulling himself off you and standing up. “There you go, dream crusher,” he let out an exaggerated groan, taking you by the hand and pulling you up. His cheek was pressed against the side of your face, hands interlocked. “Crushing my dreams all crush-ier and dreamy.”

You let out a giggle as he poked your side. “You think I’m dreamy?”

“So dreamy,” he nodded. “Dream girl material right here, loves me, loves our future cat-”

“Loves your sofa,” you added dreamily.

“And before I let you two get a room, please just consider moving in with me?” He begged gently. “Come on, wouldn’t it be so nice? Just you and me, I’d even let you name the cat. Please?”

“I’m not doing it for you.” You conceded. “I’m doing it for Rhubarb and all of the future kisses I am going to get from him on my new couch.”

He kissed you on the forehead. “Okay, I’ll leave you guys alone, I see where I’m not wanted.” He pressed another one on the side of your mouth.

“No,” you groaned, trying to drag him back on the couch. “I don’t have our cat yet, I need someone to shower me with affection.”

He huffed as he sat back on the couch, letting you collapse on top of him, revelling in the comfortable weight of you pressed against him. “Fine, fine. If I must.”

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LUtober Day 31: Costume

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“So what is this we’re going to?”

“It’s Tarrey Town’s fall festival and It’s a costume party, which means you all need costumes.” Wild opened up three trunks stuffed full of clothes,

“We can’t just go as heroes?” Twilight asked before being booed by everyone in the room. “Fine, sheesh!”

Wild stepped back as his brothers descended on his wardrobe. If he had a lot of outfits when he first met them, he was overflowing with them now.

“Wild, you are never getting this back,” Warriors said in awe as he posed in the mirror. He was utterly captivated by the Frostbite set, adjusting the blue horn headpiece and looking over his shoulder to check out the backless top.

Legend had gone oddly silent at the Cece hat, eyes wide and jaw slack. “This isn’t a hat, it’s a work of art,” he finally murmured when he could form words again.

“I’m sure there’s an outfit that goes with it in here somewhere,” WIld said, rooting through the trunk. With an aha and a flourish, he pulled out one of Cece’s mushroom patterned dresses. Legend took the dress and went silent again before stripping down to put it on.

“Ooooh, I like this,” Sky said as he held up the Glide mask before digging out the rest of the set.

Four had pulled out the Miner’s helmet and seemed quite happy with just that, while Wind called dibs on the bokoblin mask. They were running around snarling at each other.

Twilight chose the Barbarian set, which made everyone groan and roll their eyes, to which Twilight stuck out his tongue and set the headpiece on his brow. It suited him, to be fair.

“Find something you like?” Wild asked Time, who was holding up the Ember headpiece.

“This is quite impressive,” Time said as he looked it over. “Are you sure you’re okay with us borrowing them?”

“I still have that other mask you recognized way back when, if you want that instead?” Wild asked.

Time chuckled. “Thanks, but no thanks. I’ll go with this one.”

Hyrule looked over Time’s shoulder at the glowing horns. “Are there any other outfits with a headpiece like that?” Hyrule asked

Wild gave him a grin and pulled out the Charged set. “Best part is, you don’t need shoes.”

Hyrule’s eyes lit up as he ran his fingers over the fabric and the headdress. “There’s some serious magic woven into this,” he said.

“Only during a lightning storm,” Wild said cryptically.

Once everyone had donned their costumes, they gathered at the door to make the walk around the hill to Tarrey Town.

“Wild, you don’t have a costume on,” Wind pointed out.

“Oh no, mine is the best,” Wild said as he held up a strangle looking belt. He put it on and a second later Wild was gone, replaced by a seven-foot-tall cat man thing.

Every jaw in the room dropped, to which the cat man gave a thumbs up and headed for the door.

It took several seconds for the group to break out of their stupor and chase after Wild before he got too far ahead.

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HOW TO: LOSE FEELINGS FOR AN IDIOT

01. HOW TO: FORGET ABOUT A WITCH

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how to lose feelings for a CERTIFIED, government approved idiot. it should be easy right? wrong. you are absolutely, positively, done for. you have no idea why you’re writing the guide book when you can’t even get past the first step! first step, the only important step really: don’t have your best friend be kei tsukishima. then maybe, just maybe, you’d have a chance.

You were the go-to problem solver. The one with the all the answers. Someone’s cat died? You could help. Did you lose your job because of a stinky corporation? You could fix it. Your friend group of annoying volleyball boys were convinced, there wasn’t a problem you didn’t know how to solve.

But they were wrong. So so wrong. Because when it came to Kei Tsukishima?

Yeah, maybe you didn’t have all the answers.

Your best friend's ringtone yanks you from your sleep. You let out an exasperated sigh and begrudgingly answer the call, "Tsukki. I swear. This better be important or I’m going to kill you." You glance around your studio apartment, the world still hazy and unfocused around you.

"Did I wake you?" He asks.

"No shit sherlock," you grumble as you toss around in your covers, the warmth making you want to close your eyes again.

"Good. I'm not sorry."

"I know you're not, asshat. You know it’s my day off right? I want to sleep in for once," you say, trying to force back a yawn.

"I know."

The silence on the other side of the line really starts to piss you off. Did this man want anything or was he just being an asshole? While you enjoyed hearing his voice, you'd much rather hear it at a reasonable hour.

"Tsukki. say something or I'm-"

"She broke up with me,” he says, cutting you off.

You pause.

"What?" You ask again. Just to make sure you heard him correctly.

"I got dumped, Y/N. Over text."

You wince. Really? She couldn't even give him a call?

"Okay,” you sigh and lift out of bed, "I'll be there in 30."

And that's not a lie. You're dressed, ready to go, and in a taxi towards his apartment in 20 minutes and there in 10. You couldn’t say you were the biiiggeest fan of his ex-girlfriend. For obvious reasons. A small part of your heart cracked when he told you about her. It was a painful reminder that it would never be you.

The first time you met her, it was game night.

You came with Kageyama and Yamaguchi per usual. You carried the dip, they carried the chips. But when you three walked into his living room and found a woman - oh, you were sick to your stomach.

Kageyama gave you a look, that 'oh, damn, i know this shit sucks' look, while Yamaguchi tried his best to be friendly to her while checking up on you throughout the night.

It hurt. But you accepted her. Tsukki was your best friend. If he was happy, you were happy.

You thank the taxi driver and pay, before running up the steps of his apartment complex to the fourth floor. You had been there for several of your others friends during their breakups. Kageyama had been in the dumps. Asahi was even worse. But like always, you had all the solutions.

But when Tsukki opens the door, you're not sure what to say.

"Sorry...I got here... as fast...as I could," you say in-between breaths, struggling to catch your breath. Why did you run?

His eyes quickly scan you from top bottom. "I can tell. Your socks are mismatched. And is that my shirt?"

You insecurely cover yourself from his eyes. For someone whose suppose to be heartbroken, he had a lot to say.

"I hate to ask, but she really only sent you a text message? Like one?"

Tsukki nods. You shake your head, bewildered. Seven months and he only got a text?

"Did she say why?"

Tsukki's lips press together, and he shifts uncomfortably, "I never made time for her. Or something like that. I don't know."

"Oh."

You couldn't say you didn't see it coming. You knew from the moment you met her, it wasn't going to work. That wasn't your jealousy speaking. It was just the truth. But you didn’t have the heart to tell Tsukki that.

After all, he liked her. Was it your place to interfere? Maybe, but you wouldn't. It wasn’t that she was needy, and that Tsukki was cold, they both just needed and wanted different things that they couldn't give each other. His ex-girlfriend needed him around, but his schedule was demanding. It was no one's fault.

"Yeah. Can you come in? I don't want anyone else to see the abomination on your feet." He holds his apartment door open for you.

"Shut up. You look like an abomination," you mumble back.

He chuckles a little as you walk inside.

Tsukki's trying to act like he’s fine and for a moment you believe it. Everything seems normal with him. It was one breakup. But when you walk into his home and see clutter, you know it’s bad.

"What in the world..." you whisper, and you're sure he hears you. As you step further into his apartment, you catch the faint scent of his favorite jasmine tea. Something he only brewed when he was stressed. And then there's a lingering aroma of a convenience store meal. You walk by the familiar bookshelf you guys had bought. It was a pain in the ass to build. You both took five hundred breaks before completing one half of it.

"I haven't seen you in a while, Tsukki. You've started reading again?" You ask.

His eyes follow yours to the bookshelf, "A little. When I have the time."

A collection of books occupy the corner, some haphazardly placed with bookmarks peeking out, while others were still carefully arranged just the way he liked them. You raise an eyebrow as your eyes roam across the cluttered table next to it.

There are stacks of papers scattered about, a mishmash of calculations from his stats class, and crumpled attempts at writing essays. This was a mess.

Kei Tsukishima was a lot of things—reader, asshole, the smartest man in the room (debatably), but he was not messy.

"Tsukki.." you half-attempt to take a seat on the couch, but it’s strewn with clothes and a half-unpacked bag.

"Hm?"

"Why is there-" you wince at the sight. How could you forget? Weren't they supposed to be heading to a nearby city for the weekend? She had terrible timing.

"Nevermind," you finish, but you've said enough to reopen the scar. He nods his head in understanding.

A lonely volleyball sat on the edge of the couch, staring at you, silently begging you for help.

‘work your magic,’ it seems to scream. ‘do something, anything, just fix him.’

“Are you okay? How many cups of tea have you drank?" You ask slowly, your eyes thoughtfully studying him as he moves across his apartment. You assume he’s getting another cup of tea. His hair is a mess, much like his apartment, and his face lacks any color, like a white canvas thrown away and discarded.

“I'm fine. Maybe three cups, or four, I haven't been counting," he says, but he walks past the clutter in his living room like it’s nothing. You make a face. You definitely need to help him.

Standing up from the couch, you reach for the volleyball and pass it around by your fingertips, "Tsukki, you’re a terrible liar, you know that?”

“I'm not,” he shoots back, stopping in front of you and taking a sip of his tea, “I told you, I'm fine. So I'm fine. Drop it.”

"You know I can't just drop it-"

"Yea, I know," he rolls his eyes, "But today? You can and you will," he cuts off.

You point to the area around you, and he sighs. You weren't gonna drop it.

"I can't! This place looks like crap!" You say, louder than you intended.

He narrows his eyes at you and places his mug on the coffee table, barely making enough space for it. “You look like crap on the regular. I don’t say anything about it.”

You gawk at him. Low blow. You hit him in the chest, making him hiss. “Stop being an asshole. I'm trying to help you."

"I don't need your help," he blows off.

You sigh. This was going to be difficult, "Reminder! You called me here! What did you call me for if you're not going to take my help!"

Tsukki averts his eyes and folds his arms against his chest, "Maybe I just wanted to spend time with you."

You give him a look.

He laughs, "Yeah, I know. I don't believe myself either."

"I hate you," you mumble, before refocusing on what matters, "if you don't wanna talk to me, you could try writing out your feelings?” You suggest.

Tsukki scoffs, leans forward, and steals the volleyball from your grasp, "Be honest with yourself, y/n. Do I look like I would ‘write’ out my feelings?”

You frown. How dare he steal from you. “Maybe if you did, you’d be less of an asshat. Strong maybe."

"Shut up," he rolls his eyes, "next option. Aren’t you suppose to be the notorious ‘problem-solver’? You say I have a problem, then fix it,” he says, heading back into his kitchen. You know he's being sarcastic, but you follow him anyways.

You pick up an old convenience store wrapper on the counter, "When was the last time you had a real, quality meal?"

He grabs it and tosses it into the trash, "A week, I don't know. Been busy. Studying. Volleyball. No time to cook. Is this how you problem-solve? By going through my trash?"

“No. It's not. Okay, Tsukki. Lets talk the next options,” you say. Tsukishima turns, leaning against his fridge, interested in what you’re going to say.

“You're gonna be officially enrolled you in my high-rated, greatly endorsed ‘how to’ class.”

Tsukki groans as if on cue. “Huh? I didn't sign up for this."

“First session! How to: Forget About A Witch!” You come up with the name on the fly. You’re sure it needs some work, but Tsukki doesn’t immediately throw you out of his apartment. That means he’s humoring you. For now.

“You can just say ‘bitch’, y’know.” He says through a smirk.

“I don’t call woman bitches," you wave him off and start again, “How to: Forget About A Witch. Step one, Operation Clean!”

“No.”

Those were words you never expected to hear from him. Shocked for a moment, you quickly sputter, “Hey, you’re enrolled in this class now. You don’t get to say no!”

“I could throw you out right now,” Tsukki scoffs, but you firmly grab onto his elbow and lead him into his living room.

“But you won’t. C'mon. I know you. You hate all of this. I'll help you," you offer gently.

Tsukki looks like he was considering it for a moment, then he sighs and nods his head, "I want to, I just don’t have the energy.”

“Well,” you smile as you lift a book and put it back on the shelf, “I can be your energy.”

You love the way his corners lift into a smile. Then, the operation is on! You're pretty sure it’s working. You can’t help but notice how cute Tsukki looks as he folds his clothes, ensuring everything is perfectly neat. The way he arranges the decorative pillows on the couch makes you want to stay and watch him forever. Then, that smile. Oh my god. No. Focus! This is really not the time for distractions.

But your eyes keep wandering back to him. He seems so calm, so at peace in this moment. Like nothing else matters. You quickly avert your gaze when he turns his head.

“Is there something wrong?” He asks.

“Nope!” You say, turning around so he can't see the stupid blush that rises to your cheeks.

Damn it.

You snap back to reality, taking a moment to admire your hard work. With a sense of accomplishment, you survey the now-tidy living room. And it only took an hour.

“Now,” you flash him a million dollar grin, “onto step 2!”

"There are multiple steps?” He groans. Though he had asked for this, he wonders for a moment if he could rewind time.

“Yes. It's a course. Step 2: Distraction," you announce, making him raise an eyebrow.

“Will I like this distraction?” Tsukki asks as you gently guide him out of the kitchen and into the hallways. He only narrowly manages to grab his keys by the front door as you nudge him along.

“Of course. Don't you worry your pretty head about about a thing, princess. I'm gonna take good care of you.”

“Princess?” he repeats in disbelief. Tsukki reluctantly steps out of his apartment, and the cool afternoon breeze hits you both.

“Lets goooo!"

"As long as you promise to never call me that again."

Yamaguchi called you magic once. That every single time you came, he felt like all his worries were gone. You get a text from him while in the taxi. It's simple and sweet. 'Is he going to be okay?'. It makes you smile. A few minutes later he follows up, 'If anyone can help Tsukki, it's you.'

But he never makes it easy.

“Ice cream…” Tsukki says slowly, eyes blinking from sign to sign of the different posted flavors. The tinkle of the door's bell went off behind them, alerting the workers to their presence. The cool air was refreshing to you both, a nice break from Japan's radiating heat.

Your eyes dart around the displays, your stomach wrestling with happiness, "Nothing says ‘screw you, heartbreak’ like a pint of soft vanilla!”

Tsukki focuses his eyes down on you, "Why do I have to pay to solve my heart break? Can I get a refund on this class?”

"Oh, please. Shut up,' the workers are amused by your banter, chuckling as you two approach the glass, "I’m paying, dummy."

“Oh," he smirks, "then great idea, Y/N. I love ice cream.”

“Uh huh. Now order, before my next How-To class is about hiding a body.”

You both thank the worker before finding a small table near the entrance of the shop. Light pools in from the large windows, making your ice cream look even more delicious.

"Thif ice cweam ish sho delishush," you say with a mouthful of the tasty treat.

Tsukki looks at you with a small chuckle, "Are you four? Eat with your mouth closed."

"I love vanilla,” you repeat once the last spoonful has made its way to your stomach. It was a never-ending classic. You never expected too much from it. It was sweet, simple, just the way you like it. It reminds you of your relationship with Tsukishima.

You both never expected too much from the other. You could go days, sometimes even weeks without contact. You both knew it wasn’t purposeful. You both got caught up in your own lives. It's just the way it went sometimes.

Every bite of vanilla is perfect. Tsukki hates the noises you make when you eat. He's side-eyeing you for the fifteenth when he finally says something.

“Do you have to be so vocal?”

“Yes!" You nod excitedly. If you were going to be shoved out of bed early in the morning, you might as well get some enjoyment out of the day.

You continue talking to him, honestly about something stupid, but as always, he listens. You hope it's helping, even just a little to take his mind off everything.

But then you both notice a couple passing by, their laughter echoing in the air. He looks at her like she's his everything. She looks at him like he's her world.

Tsukki’s eyes lower. Shit. Operation Distraction is going south. From beside him, it's almost like you can feel his stomach drop. It was like he was wearing his heartache on his sleeve to you. He puts down his cup of vanilla ice cream.

“I'm not hungry anymore. Here. I know you probably want more.” Tsukki says, trying stupidly hard to make it seem like he didn’t care.

You try to ignore what he's implying (that you're just a vaccum who will eat up anything, aka the truth) and frown. You place your hand on his shoulder.

His eyebrows furrow, "What?"

“This might have to be a two-day class,” you say softly.

He pauses, and his eyes narrow, “I didn’t agree to spending this much time with you.”

You shrug your shoulders. "Should’ve read the contract of being my friend when you first met me,” you tease lightly, placing down your spoon and immediately reaching for his cup of ice cream. you both stand up, and you make sure you have all your things, before leading him back out into the small town center.

“I was seven. I didn't even know what a contract was." The bell behind you rings again as you exit. The Japan heat tickles your skin.

"Take it up with someone who gives a damn." You say as you look across the busy street for a taxi.

He sighs, surrendering to you and whatever plan you make for him, "Fine. Y/N. What are we doing tomorrow?”

You smile and he knows he’s in trouble. “It's a surprise~”

He frowns. “I don't like surprises."

"You're gonna like this one."

The next day, you've got it all planned out. And of course you do. There was no room for post-breakup boredom. You stayed up all night, crafting the perfect Tsukki hits that would stay playing on his signature white headphones. Then, at 9 a.m. exactly, you’re at his front door step. You ring his stupid smart bell and look straight into his camera.

It clicks, showing it’s recording you. You give it an annoying wave as usual. The door opens after what feels like an eternity, with Tsukki squinting at you, wondering if he should slam this door in your face.

“Are you kidding me? Do you know what time it is? And can you stop making weird faces at my ring?” he complains.

You shrug playfully, not taking his complaints too seriously. “No, and no. You can sleep in the car. Get dressed, and let’s go!”

He does his little grumble, grumble thing but takes a nice shower that takes way too long. He gives you the middle finger as he walks around you to get ready. When he’s finally done, and dressed, you make it to the taxi you ordered. He asks you one too many times where the hell you're going. You ignore him every time.

“Here,” you say as you pull his headphones up from his shoulders and place them over his messy hair. “I made a playlist for you.”

He blinks, looking utterly confused. “You did what…?”

“Just listen,” you murmur, averting your eyes. He always manages to make things awkward as hell.

As you go through the ride, he stops talking. He slightly bobs his head to the music. You smile. All that hard work actually paid off. As you reach your destination and get off the taxi, you thank the driver, and Tsukki tips him generously. He always did, wherever you went. A restaurant, a cafe, if someone was working - they were getting tipped.

“Good playlist,” he comments, glancing around at the area you’ve brought him to. You find yourselves in front of a beautiful temple. “Have you taken me all the way out here to kill me? Why the fuck are we in the next city?”

You don't want to give him the real answer, so you bend the truth a little bit, "Chill, Tsukki. This isn't Criminal Minds. I thought we'd be tourists for a day. Thought you'd like it."

"Since when have you been this thoughtful?" he asks with a scoff. "Did the real Y/N die?"

"Eat shit. Come on," you say, walking down the hill toward a street buzzing with activity. It was the weekend, so the crowds were to be expected. But you knew Tsukki wasn't fond of crowds, which is why you planned to take him somewhere calmer.

"I'm serious," Tsukki continues as he catches up to you and walks beside you. "Did the real Y/N get replaced by an alien or what?"

"Real Y/N is standing right here and will throw you into a bus."

"Ouch. Real Y/N is a bitch."

"Looks like we have a lot in common," you reply with a humble smile.

Tsukki hums. "That and now we're both gonna die single."

So much for distraction. You both wait by a crosswalk to go across the street. You don't respond, and he continues.

"At least we'll be single together?"

You look at him, your best friend, and it hurts. He doesn't know, and how could you tell him, especially right now? So you swallow the burning feeling in your chest and snap back with your usual sass.

"I'm not dying single," you assert as the light turns red, and you both walk across the street.

"All the years I've known you, and you've dated one guy. And he was gay."

You sulk at the reminder. He was so cute too. "And I support him in all his future endeavors. Still, that doesn't mean I'm willing to die a virgin."

Tsukishima laughs in the most cruel way. "Imagine dying a virgin? Haha, that's gonna suck."

You push him, maybe a little too hard, and he almost goes flying into a car. Oops. "Fuck off."

"It's okay, Y/N," he says, patting your back. "One day."

"Fuck all the way off."

He wasn't entirely wrong, though. It had been too many years, and maybe you would die single. If he wasn’t such a government-approved idiot, perhaps things would be different. But here you were.

You both walk a little more before ending up at Japan's most famous geology museum. Tsukki’s eyes twinkle with excitement, and you can’t help but smile, knowing him well.

“I dislike you a little less right now,” Tsukki says.

You chuckle. "I love you too, Kei."

The entire morning and afternoon are spent exploring the museum. You enthusiastically run from one exhibit to another, discovering towering fossils, mesmerizing mineral specimens encased in glass, and interactive displays. Tsukki makes sure to touch each rock formation. His interest is child-like but so genuine. You even manage to catch the attention of one of the workers, who kindly offers you both a specialized tour. Tsukki asks a plethora of questions, using terms you couldn’t be paid enough to understand.

"Nerd," you murmur after he asks a particularly difficult question.

“You failed geology,” he reminds with a smirk, causing the worker to stifle his laughter.

“Your dumbass failed anatomy," you shoot back, making the worker double over in laughter.

“It's only because YOUR dumbass was impossible to cheat from."

The worker at the museum seemed to have a blast with you, and he ended up letting you two keep a small dinosaur toy meant for the kids. You couldn’t resist teasing Tsukki, saying that the little figurine has to be his long-lost cousin. He pretended not to care, but you knew he secretly loved it. You bet he’d sneakily put it on his shelf later, trying to act all cool about it.

The ride back is quiet. You must’ve dozed off without realizing it. Your head was resting comfortably on Tsukki’s shoulder until he gently wakes you up, once you reached his apartment. He insists on you staying over, not wanting you out late like this.

Now, you're wrapped in the softest blanket you've ever felt in your life, watching Jurassic Park. You’ve both been incredibly quiet since you got back. Tsukki had said maybe three words in total.

You worry for a moment. That maybe, even after all that, he's not okay.

“I’m sorry if I’m being boring right now. I’m just lost in my thoughts,” His voice almost startles you. It’s not how it usually is, heavy and strong. He seems tired. You both sit on opposite ends of the couch, a bowl of popcorn between you.

"You’re always like this,” you reply with a casual shrug.

Tsukki rolls his eyes, but then you lean closer, lightly bumping his shoulder. “I don’t mind being bored with you.”

A rare smile sneaks onto Tsukki’s face, and that’s enough to make your heart skip a beat.

“You’re so irritating.” He says.

“But you love me,” you counter.

He sighs but then unexpectedly reaches out to pull you closer. Your eyes widen as he moves you towards him. Fuck.

“I don’t love you,” he claims, his voice oddly cool. However, to your surprise, he leans down and rests his head on your shoulder, and in that moment, you melt.

Damn it.

“Okay,” you respond softly. What else is there to say?

He pauses, as if carefully choosing his words. “Thank you for today. Seriously. I know I can be an ass, but this meant a lot.”

Why does he have to say things like this?

“Don’t mention it,” you say with a smile, trying to hide the butterflies swirling inside your stomach. Tsukki shakes his head and shifts his focus back to the movie.

While you managed to solve one issue, your own only grew more and more. Kei Tsukishima. He would be the death of you.

How To: Lose Feelings For an Idiot?

You don’t. They only grow.

a/n: when i said slow burn i rly did mean slow burn lol. i like this opening to the fic! the others boys will show soon i promise hehe, mostly yamaguchi honestly.

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