#it's ya boi rach

[denimshortsdean]

Cas really read dean to filth within an inch of his LIFE three (3) minutes after meeting him (What's the matter? You don't think you deserve to be saved?), threatened him the very next time he saw him (You should show me some respect. I'm the one who dragged you out of hell. I can throw you back in.), then the time after that overshared about being a good little soldier (Can I tell you something if you promise not to tell another soul? I'm not a... hammer, as you say. I have questions. I have doubts)

absolutely insane writing from the destiel show

#look i don't even know where i was going with this post #im just.... the timing of it all #like literally their first three interactions #in this exact order #im just fully insane about s4 and the way cas changes almost instantly after meeting dean in person #destiel #don't ask me to make sense of this post please it's almost midnight and i got like 4 hours of sleep last night #and lord im about to do it again #spn #it's ya boi rach

[msmargaretmurry]

it was about your actual eldest daughter quinn cisswap fic :D

hahahaha thank you for clarifying <3 even though it would have been a delightful message either way

i'm so pleased to hear it though! i love her so much, i am slowly but doggedly plugging away at that fic in the precious free time i have and i am looking forward to hopefully one day share her with you and the five other people who are excited to read her story. also it's been a while since i wrote a female protagonist and it's been such a fun and interesting writing process digging into how the gender of it all does or doesn't change things.

anyway! have a little snippet of exposition!! <3

Technically, Quinn met Brady before they were fifteen. The elite hockey world is small, and they played with and against each other at various youth tournaments, but fifteen is when everything really started. Women in the NHL were no longer brand new, although still treated like a novelty — as if that’s ever going to change — but having girls in the national team development program was still in the experimental stages. After all, international competition was still strictly gendered. Someone had convinced the powers that be that if the best girls in the game were legitimately shooting for the NHL now, then it was good for the Americans to at least present the illusion of equal institutional support, the same way Sweden and Finland were doing. Can’t be falling behind the Europeans.

So the program wanted Quinn. Her parents, despite her years on boys’ teams and her tenuous commitment to Michigan, whose D-I hockey team did not historically include girls, had expressed some reservations about sending her off to live in an environment that was 90% teen boys before her sixteenth birthday. They were supportive, yeah, but they kept asking about special accommodations — a phrase that Quinn at fifteen loathed, feeling that it highlighted a difference between her and the boys that she would prefer for everyone to just forget about. But Brady, obviously, was also program-bound, and at a spring tournament in Wisconsin, Quinn’s coach connected Quinn’s parents with Keith and Chantal. Their dads already knew each other from years in the league: Jim behind the bench and in front offices, Keith on the ice. Both families familiar with the other from years of running in the same circles. The Tkachuks, it turned out, had a place in Ann Arbor while their boys were in the program, and they would be happy to let Quinn have the basement apartment, if some guaranteed parental supervision from a take-no-shit NHL veteran would put everyone’s minds at ease.

Brady, tall and gangly with his sweaty curls matted to his head, had watched the adults deliberating for half a minute, then turned to Quinn, stuck his hand out, and said, “Hey, how ya doing? That was a sick goal from the point your last game. Seriously, hell of a shot. I pointed it out to my dad and he was like, well, yeah, Brady, you could do that too if you didn’t have legs like spaghetti noodles. So I guess it’s gonna be leg day every day this summer.”

Quinn, once she had processed all of this, her hand still being shaken, had said, “Uh, yeah, looks like you could really use some work in that department.” Then she winced internally, because, yeah, great first impression on the kid whose parents were brokering her path to the NHL right at that moment. But Brady just laughed.

“So you think you’re gonna come to the program?” he asked.

Quinn nodded at the council of grown-ups. “If they let me, yeah.”

“They’ll let you. You’re too good not to go,” Brady said, so breezily assured that for a moment Quinn forgot why she had doubts. “It’s great. You’ll love it. My brother is there and he loves it. He says it’s not weird at all having girls around. I mean, like, obviously, we’ve got Nicky and Rach on our team right now and they’re great so I didn’t think it would be weird anyway. But Matthew says—” he laughed again, shaking his head “—he says, ‘just remember, you can hit them, but don’t hit on them, and it’ll all be fine.’” 

Despite herself, by this point, Quinn was grinning. “Sounds like a pretty good rule.”

“Yeah, he’s a knucklehead, but sometimes he pops out a gem like that,” Brady said.

“Brothers are usually knuckleheads.”

“True. Wait, hey.”

Quinn gave him a sidelong look, one eyebrow raised. He slugged her in the shoulder.

“Quinny, come here a sec,” her mom said, and that’s how Quinn wound up living in Brady Tkachuk’s basement for two years.

#ask #eldest daughter quinn hughes #hockey for ts #usually i'm so cagey about sharing from wips but it's gonna be so long until i have anything ready for posting........ #counting on u all to forget all of this by the time i finish the fic 😅

[secretsandwritings-blog]

Campus Latte, Wait No, Americano

[Tag: Alternative Universe - College/Universe, Getting to Know Each Other, Keith and Lance are Co-workers, Feelings Realization, Emotional Rollercoaster, Cliffhangers / AO3 Link]

by secretsandwritings-blog

Why do the cabinets have to be slammed so early in the morning? Is what he thought to himself as HUnk continued slamming the cabinets. He just lifted the blanket over his head to seem like he’s still sleeping when Katie walks in. She must've told Hunk to stop slamming them because the slams just stopped all the sudden or he found what he was looking for.

“Keithy, when you wake up make sure to check your schedule,” she says, to him peering from his door not knowing where his head was. He just groaned in reply as she closed his door.

As they left he threw the blanket off of him and his head was pounding, he must've drunk something that Katie gave him. He was clearly having a hangover so he went to take some aspirin to numb some of the pain (it’s not going to do much of anything for him honestly).

“Okay let’s see if I have work today,” he says, checking his phone that he clearly forgot to charge last night from its blinking at 18%. He doesn’t have to work today and it’s only about 11 am on a Friday. The sense of judgment for the time went out the window since he thought it was already two o’clock. He scrambles to find Lance’s number on the floor only to see it was taped to his door by Katie and with a note: “Don’t forget to text your boyfriend, I mean friend ;)”

He rips it off unamused at her humor and starts to message Lance.

KEITH: Hey, it’s Keith, I might be late to the little coffee meet up thing

LANCE: Oh heyyy!! Don’t worry about it lol, I’m currently taking my sister to her appointment

KEITH: Uhh, can she take herself to her appointment?

LANCE: Oh hell no, she’s only about 16 with no car yet, plus my mom wanted me to

KEITH : Why didn’t she take her?

LANCE: I rather stay alive than argue with a Latina mother

KEITH: Oh… I didn’t know you were Latino

LANCE: …

LANCE: I’m kinda disappointed in you, Keithy boy

KEITH: Please don’t call me that 😒😭

LANCE: That’s what Pidge saved your name as on my phone and I rather not argue with a tiny woman

KEITH: Would you ever argue with a woman?

LANCE: Only if she’s wrong (besides my mami, abuela, and Pidge)

LANCE: Shit, I can’t text for long so see ya there

KEITH: Oh okay

He found leftovers in the fridge and ate them cold, which was just gross, then went to take a cold shower. He can’t stop being nervous over the whole meeting in a coffee shop that could be crowded with people. Keith starts to feel claustrophobic at the thought of that. He must’ve washed his face a million times already which didn’t cloud away the imaginary bags he had under his eyes.

He started to walk toward the coffee shop around one in the evening and hoped he wouldn't have to wait long for Lance. He does choose a window seat; a booth that’s in the back that shows the front of the college. He had never seen the front of it before and was taken aback at how beautiful the entrance was.

He wonders what Lance studies to be here at this university but was cut short by a waitress wondering what he would like to order. He told her that this is his first time being here so he didn’t know what to expect to order. She’d said she’ll be right back with a menu for him in a couple minutes.

He can clearly see Lance or someone that looks like him approach the coffee shop with a young girl, slamming the doors open with a cheeky grin. It seems to be a good day for him, honestly.

“Hola Verónica, finalmente estoy aquí y traje a Rach conmigo,” he announced to the waitress that was helping Keith. Veronica gave him a warm smile and twirled him in a bear hug.

“¡LANCEY! Empecé a preocuparme por ti, pero gracias a Dios estás aquí y Rach necesita volver a la escuela, ¿sabes?”

He could tell she was disappointed that the younger girl is here but she’s happy that Lance is? Keith doesn’t know Spanish really well and he feels weird to be listening to their conversation while everyone else isn’t.

“Le dije a su escuela que no se sentía bien, que estaba súper estresada y avergonzada porque su período había comenzado, ¡así que hoy estará con nosotros,” he whispered to Veronica, after realizing how loud he was being.

“Lancelot, ¿realmente empezó el período de Rachel o lo inventaste tú,” she pressed, whispering back.

“Yo no lo inventé, Ronnie, ella realmente lo hizo y no tiene energía para regresar, así que la excusé de clase, ” he answers, with a smile nudging the younger girl. Veronica called over the owner to take the younger girl somewhere.

He scans the windows and finds Keith near the back and gives him a flashing smile. He shipped over there to him with the menu in his hands. Keith just gave him a puzzled look like: What the fuck was that about? Lance just giggles at his puzzlement while ordering himself a latte as Veronica waits for Keith to order.

“Um, I don’t know what to get..,” he mumbles, a bit overwhelmed.

“He’ll have a latte also – wait no, he’ll have the Honey Caramel Americano, Ronnie, ” Lance answers for him. He just looks at him with the warmest smile Keith has ever seen. How can someone radiate so much warmth in a smile?

“Can we swap spots? The sun is in my eyes and I don’t like it, " he whined. Lance agreed and swapped places with him.

“Woah,” he says, looking into Lance’s eyes.

The ring of the yellows and browns swirling together. So fascinating to look at with how intriguing they are. They could put a spell on him with how enchanting they are especially, with his lashes, they were heavenly also. He was so stunned by looking at them and the way Lance just allowed him to stare.

“Your eyes…”

“I know, I know”

“I - wow”

“I can say the same about yours,” he chuckles.

“Mine are boring”

“No…they’re beautiful, like the night sky,” he confessed with a tint of a blush.

“You’re soo…”

“Weird? Yeah, I know that already”

“No. You’re so interesting,” Keith admitted.

“A good or bad interesting,” he queried, leaning across the table.

“Um, I would say you’re a good interesting?” His face felt warm looking at Lance’s smile growing after hearing that. So in trance while staring at Lance’s eyes but his were a boring black, though to Lance his eyes resembled the night sky.

“Good I find you interesting, in a good way too,” Lance said, giving him a wink. Keith couldn’t help but smile at the comment.

“Even your smile is wonderful,” Lance admitted.

Keith was taken aback, “What,” he was so flustered hoping that it wasn’t noticeable. Lance wouldn’t be with someone like him, he knows that. There’s a pit in his stomach telling him that.

“Uh oh, where did the pretty smile go?”

Keith didn’t want to smile but he couldn’t help it, he wasn’t used to this from anyone. Is it because Keith looks like a girl that Lance would want to hangout with him? What’s the reason for Lance wanting to know him so badly?

“Would it be better if I was a girl,” Keith declared, breaking their moment, and just cutting it apart. Lance gave him a puzzled look.

“No it wouldn’t then I wouldn’t be this eager to talk to you,” Lance answered. To be honest, Lance didn’t really talk to girls and he’s never been interested in them.

“You’re eager to talk to me?”

“Of course, I am”

“But why?”

“You’re interesting already and I want to get know you, so please, tell me about yourself”

“Where do I start?”

“Anywhere”

“Um, so I’m adopted by two gay people… Is that weird?”

“Nope,” he beams a smile making Keith smile shyly at him

“Oh, okay, uh, I live about three states over and go to college there”

“So Washington?”

“Yes and uh, I’m an art and criminal justice major”

“Oh wow! I’m only a computer science major – nah I’m just kidding”

“Then what else do you major in, Lance,” Keith peered at him.

“HEY! I am here to learn about you”

“So? Can I not learn about you?”

“Okay, okay, uh I’m learning astrology”

“But that’s not majoring it?”

“Okay, you buzz kill, ruining the mood,” Lance scoffed, rolling his eyes teasingly.

“I am NOT,” Keith announced, offended. Lance just kept smiling at him. Veronica came back with Lance’s latte and Keith’s americano.

“¿Estás jugando con él,” Veronica asked Lance, smacking his head. Lance shot up from the table and was about to hit her then he saw it was her.

He crossed his arms with a smirk, “Tal vez ~” Veronica wasn’t pleased at all and hit him again. He rubbed his head from her smacks.

“¡LANZA!”

He laughed at her, “Hehe con buena intención lo prometo,” which he did mean. She looked at him like she didn’t believe him.

“If he misbehaves let me know, okay,” she says to Keith. He gave her an unsure nod.

“Wow now my sister is using you against me”

“Wait, that’s her?”

“One of them. I have two, Ronnie who is 22 aka the one you just nodded to, and Rachel who was taken upstairs by my mami,” Lance confirmed.

“So you have more than one sibling?”

“Yeah, I have Veronica, Marco, Luis, and Rachel. I’m the middle child”

“Oh wow, you got a big family”

“Mhm,” he nods his head while sipping his latte. Keith didn’t realize that their drinks were there already. Counting down the days he has with Lance, so now they have: 5 days left .

“You have a larger family than mine, I have only three people plus a siberian husky”

“I would love a small family but I’ve grown to love a big family AND YOU HAVE A WHAT??”

Keith just laughs at Lance's amusement for Keith’s husky. It seems like dogs aren’t too common in the MCclain family like Keith initially thought.

“Do you not have pets in your family?”

“No?”

“That’s so, so sad”

“That sounded so ungenuine, Keithy,” Lance whined, covering his face with his hands.

Keith slapped Lance’s hands off his face, “I need to see your face to talk to you, you know”

“Oh really,” Lance smirked.

“That sounded flirtatious,” Keith grouched.

“I mean I could flirt with you if you’d want,” Lance admits, revealing his smirk on his face.

“You wouldn’t though”

“And why not? Because you’re a guy?”

“Well duh obviously,” Keith frowned.

“Eres adorable, Keithy,” Lance teased.

“Did you just call me adorable?”

“Finally he uses his context clues,” Lance declares, smiling and tearing open a muffin.

Where did the muffin come from? When did he order such a muffin? And it’s a banana nut muffin too, Keith’s favorite. Keith huffed and rolled his eyes, his bangs dripping over his eyes.

“Uh oh, did I hurt someone’s feelings?”

Keith didn’t say anything, he also gave Lance a kick from underneath the table. Lance winced in pain from the kick so he took that as a ‘yes’ to his question. Keith’s Americano had run cold but nonetheless it was still good, Lance chose a good one for him.

“Liking it,” Lance asks, sneaking a glance up at Keith.

“...Yeah and when are you going to stop laying on the table?”

“Never and we need to continue our little thing”

“‘Our little thing’ what do you mean by that?”

“Getting to know each other, duh, silly boy”

“You remind me of my dad by calling me that”

Lance clears his throat and sits up, “Anyway, I’ll ask questions then you answer, okay?”

“Sure”

“Number one, what is your favorite color?”

“Blue”

“Two, what is your favorite music genre?”

“Indie and 80s Rock”

“Interesting; three, are you a morning person or a night owl?”

“Weird question, but night owl”

“Four, which father are you closest to?”

“My dad not my papa”

“Snuggling with my husky”

“Awe, that’s adorable,” Lance glimmed, with a smile.

Keith flushed a tint of pink behind his bangs. Lance leaned across the table to move Keith’s hair out of his face. Keith looked up at his hand and moved his bangs out the way with a micro hair clip that was probably one of his sisters. Keith didn’t want to move as Lance was placing the hair clip in his hair. Lance didn’t tug on his hair when clipping it up unlike how his papa would.

“Now I can see you again,” he says, moving the last piece of Keith’s bangs and by instinct he booped his nose. It’s something he’d do to Rachel after clipping her hair with the little clips. Keith flitched at the booping since he never had his nose booped.

“Sorry for the random booping it’s something I do to my sister after I do her hair, anyway where were we on the questions? Oh right! Oh okay, hmm”

Lance readjusts his seating and sits on his foot, taking off his flannel and throwing it off to the left of him in the booth. Lance is much more built and taller than Keith had anticipated. Their height difference wasn’t major but they did have one and it was noticeable.

“Five, what is the biggest risk you ever took,” Lance asks, cutting Keith’s thinking short.

Keith blinked in surprise, “Uh, coming to work here?”

“That’s not really a risk, Keithy”

“Then what am I supposed to say?”

“I dunno like something, life or death?”

“Oh, um, I don’t know what to say for that then”

“Nothing?”

“Nope”

“You want to take a turn with the questions?”

“You asking me to ask you questions”

“... Yes,” Lance says, covering his face unamused.

“Why?”

“Don’t you want to know things about me too?”

“I do”

“Then you need to start asking questions, Keithy boy”

“Oh. Right”

— [ SAWB; KG: “Thank you so much for reading these! Took me a while to really think of them but if you are wanting more headcanons then you can certain suggest a character and what type of hc’s you’re wanting on the day of or after April 28th” ]—

#secretsandwritingg’s work #voltron legendary defender #fandom fanfic #klance au #klance #keith kogane #lance mcclain #pidge holt #hunk garrett #allura voltron #CO: secretsandwritings on AO3

[brighter-by-the-daly]

Rachel Daly x Reader

Part Thirteen - Jealous

You woke up first, pulled some joggers on and went downstairs to start breakfast for you all. Finding bacon and sausages at the back of the fridge you decided to do a fry up and started making your own hash browns. While everything was cooking you went outside to call your friends, you didn’t tell them about Millie but told them everything else. Rach had practically asked you to move in and declared your love for each other, albeit inadvertently. You suggested them coming up tonight and all go out to G-A-Y which they were so up for “can you invite Lucy?” Georgia asked, you laughed saying you’ll try before hanging up. You crept back inside and stared at the eggs, longing them to cook themselves just when Rachel appeared hugging you from behind kissing your neck. “Good morning beautiful” you said quietly, spinning round and placing your hands around the back of her neck, she pushed you against the counter and gave you a long slow kiss. Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear so you could admire her face “every day I think you can’t get anymore gorgeous and everyday I wake up wrong” you said before kissing her again “everyday I wake up thinking I couldn’t fall for you anymore than I already am and everyday I wake up wrong” kissing you more. “What ya making?” as she picked you up and placed you on the counter “Fry up, but it’s more of a grill up because I know you two can’t eat fried stuff, do you know how to poach eggs?” tilting your head ad longing for her answer to be yes. You can’t cook eggs for the life of you. “Oh step aside babe, I am the queen of poached eggs!” As she took over that task, you made the teas. You both plated everything up and took it upstairs. Gently waking Millie up “oh mate, I could get used to this!” She said sitting up to eat. You and Rach climbed back into bed with yours and turned on the news. The first thing that came on was about the Lionesses, letting out a cheer. Rach took a photo of you all in bed which made you ask why she takes photos of everything; when her dad passed she realised she didn’t have many photos of anyone and vowed to take more to remember the good times. “So the ones of me yesterday?” you quizzed her quietly with an eyebrow raised “Shhh, they’re for my secret folder” she said hushing you “I’ve gotta see this folder Rach!” as you grabbed her phone to find it, there was so many of you that you never realised she had taken “pretty sure this is illegal babe!” you joked.

“Millie, I have a question. Did you talk to Rachel about the chat we had after karaoke?” Millie shook her head “what chat?” Rachel asked, you ignored her and held out your little finger for her to pinky swear which she did with no hesitation. “What chat?!” Rachel asked again but louder “Millie asked where I thought we were going” “and (y/n) said it was up to you to make that decision” “and I wondered as you asked me to be your girlfriend the next day if Millie had said anything” “nope, that was all Rachel” Millie smiled. “Why was it up to me?” she seemed genuinely confused “Because I didn’t know if you just wanted a shag while you were in town or if you actually had time for and wanted a relationship” you said “wherever I go, I see you there with me” Rach smiled holding your hand. “And you Mrs!” she prodded Millie “my two best girls, I don’t ever wanna be without you” she put an arm around each of you and pulled you closer to her.

Millie spoke about Levi and said she’s decided not to be sad, she’s in the highlight of her life and she’s not gonna let some silly boy ruin it. “AMEN!” You and Rach shouted together. “I’ve invited my girls over tonight, thought we could all go out if you two are up for it? They’re already shopping for outfits so you can’t say no really” you cornered them but they were both up for it, Millie is in desperate need of fun. “Georgia asked me to invite Lucy so can you two do that please” you giggled “we should invite all the girls!” Millie excitedly started texting everyone. Mary, Beth, Ella and Alessia replied immediately, Lucy took some convincing but eventually agreed and the RSVPs came trickling in thick and fast… except Leah who left Millie on read.

“Has Leah got a problem with me?” Rachel and Millie let out a big sigh and both rolled their eyes “noo.. it’s with me, she told me she liked me and I turned her down and now a few weeks later I got with you” she responded with no hesitation “oh!” Is all you could manage after hearing that “I don’t like her in that way and I feel a bit bad cause I said I wasn’t ready for a relationship and then I found you” her head bowed. “Hey, you can’t control when people walk into your life Rach, I wouldn’t worry about it” Millie said flippantly “but I do worry about it affecting our team dynamic, we’re so good I’d hate for this to be the reason we don’t win”. “Girl are you hearing yourself?! Leah doesn’t want that either she’s just a bit jealous that’s all! Imagine someone you liked turning you down and then getting with someone else. (Y/n) you’re gonna have to work a bit harder to get her to come round but she will, everyone else loves you!” Millie exclaimed. “Except this one” pointing at Rach “she just likes me” looking at your girl with a smirk on your face. “Shut up!” Rachel jabbed you in the ribs jokingly.

Part Fourteen - Third Wheelin’ 🔞

#rachel daly #rachel daly x reader #woso masterlist #woso x reader #millie bright #lionesses #leah williamson

[sarahsmi13s]

congratulations on 500 followers, vinny!!💖💐

for your 500 followers moodboards celebration, could i request eddie and decorating?? please and thank you!!

love you so much!!😚💗

hiiii rach! thank you for celebrating with me! 🥰

|| big and bright ||

it's a little red truck hauling a christmas tree

When Eddie bought his own ranch, he had been too busy to worry about decorating it for the holidays. He had left the decorating up to Shannon. But, when Chris was born, he played a much bigger part in decorating the house. And even after Shannon's death he kept up with decorating the house, for Chris's sake, it was one of his favorite things to do with Eddie. But Eddie had never thought about doing other decorations the ranch - he was only one guy after all. Then you came into his life. And you weren't about to let the festive spirit stop at the house. The animals deserved some Christmas love too. Eddie asked why you thought it all was necessary, your response was - "It's gotta be big and bright, Eddie, this is Texas after all" So, while keeping the old traditions Chris started with his mom, you started a new one. And both of your boys loved you even more for it.

thank you again for celebrating with me rach! i hope you like it and that you don't mind that i threw cowboy!eddie in there! love ya!

you can find all of the moodboard for this celebration here! -> unwrap us!!

#vinny's moodboard multiverse #vinny creates #500 follower celebration #moodboard celebration #9 1 1 #eddie diaz #cowboy!eddie diaz #big and bright #bradleybeachbabe <33 #sarahsmi13s

[callmemana]

Papa Mine:

Summary: This is a series of Drabbles about Iceman and Slider having soft!dad moments with their daughters Baylie & Raven Kazansky and Amanda Kerner as they watch them grow and become the beautiful and smart women they are now, just like their mothers!

Thank you @dragon-kazansky , @mrsjaderogers , @bayisdying , and @starlit-epiphany for helping! 💛💛

Key: smut -🍓|fluff -🌼|angst -🐂|personal fav -👓|

Key 2: baby -🍼|tot -🧃|child -🧸|teen -🚙|y/a -🎓|adult -💍|bootcamp -🪖|navy -🛟|

Key 3: Bay -🍀|Mana -🪺|Ray -🐭|Mama Jade -🥃|Mama Rach -🐉|Dad-miral -🧊|Sli-dad -🍔|chaos sisters -🎞️|all -📹|

🍼:

Two Plus Signs = We’re Gonna Be Parents!|The Kazansky’s finding out their expecting 🐉🧊

Unexpectedly Excited|The Kerner’s finding out that their pregnant 🥃🍔

Officially Ours!|The Kazansky’s are home with a baby Raven 🐉🧊

Hear My Voice|Tom talking to utero Bay 🧊 (dad-miral’s version)

Remember Me|Ron talking to utero Mana 🍔 (sli-dad’s version)

Daughter Mine|Tom talking to 2 mo. old Ray 🧊 (dad- miral’s version)

Her Silver-green Eyes|Tom holding Bay for the first time 🧊 (dad-miral’s version)

Little Bundle of Chaos|Ron holding Mana for the first time 🍔 (sli-dad’s version)

Our Little Blessing|Tom holding Ray for the first time 🧊 (dad-miral’s version)

🧃:

The Howling Kerner’s|Beach Volleyball Game 📹

🧸:

Bloody Noses & Ice Cream|Bay & Ray fight for Mana’s sake. 🎞️ (chaos sister’s version)

Our Protector|Meeting Bradley 🎞️ (chaos sister’s version)

In Your Absence|Big Brother Bradley steps up when Ice & Slider are deployed 🎞️ (chaos sister’s version)

🚙:

Do Me a Favor, Kill Me| Jr.Prom Dress Shopping 📹

The Sparkle in Your Eye|Jr.Prom 🎞️ (chaos sister’s version)

Treat Her with the Respect She Deserves, Boys|Jr.Prom 🧊🍔 (dad’s version)

Absolutely Not!|Sr.Prom Dress Shopping 📹

Second Times the Charm|Sr.Prom 🧊🍔 (dads’ version)

Hey Ya Big Stud, Dance with Me or Lose Me Forever!|Sr.Prom 🎞️ (chaos sister’s version)

Never That Close|Meeting Jake 🎞️ (chaos sister’s version)

You’re Wayyyyyyy Outta His League!|Meeting Grace 🎞️ (chaos sister’s version)

You Kissed Him? Like on Purpose?| Best friend to Boyfriend (🍀 version)

Nepo Babies; UNITE!|Meeting Alana 🎞️ (chaos sister’s version)

Shots & Stims|First HS party 🎞️ (chaos sister’s version)

🎓:

All Grown Up|HS Graduation 📹

🪖:

Here’s Lookin’ at you Kid|Bootcamp Grad. (🪺 version)

💍:

Do Me the Honor?|Proposals (🐭 version)

From Ring Pops to Diamonds|Proposals (🍀 version)

Where Our Adventure Starts|Proposals (🪺 version)

You Have a Question for Me?|Proposals (🧊 version 1/2)

Glad You Asked, My Answer is Still No|Proposals (🍔 version)

Tell Me Why|Proposals (🧊 version 2/2)

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[foxgloveprincess]

Rach!! If you got to pick your downstairs husband from your Attics Wives Anonymous verse, who would you pick and why? 😏😘

Omg, downstairs husband. 🤭 I love it! But why do you have to ask such a hard question!?

Andy’s a bit too intense for me—verging on scary. So no dice for him until he gets a little nicer (which may be in the cards once Ari shows him the way). Ransom is a bit too full of himself (and I love me a cocky guy, but I feel like it would grate on my nerves after a while). Lloyd is doting enough, but at the same time also really unhinged (I’ve been writing for him and not even 1,000 words in and I’m a bit 😳). So not those three. 😣 Unfortunately.

Part of me really wants to say Freezy 🫠 or Jake 🥴 cause they both have my heart and I love them. Their characters just speak to me, which is why they’re in this verse. But I think Freezy wouldn’t give enough and Jake would give too much. Freezy is caring, but standoffish (even with all the presents he gives, the emotional distance would be too much for me). And our sweet boy Jakey. He’s Obsessive (capital O) cause there is not a moment he isn’t by you or thinking about you or giving you any room to breathe. I couldn’t take that pressure. Ya know? So, not those guys. 😭

Which leaves me with Ari and I gotta say, I’d love being his li’l dip. He’d get me everything I could want or need. He’s devoted and anttentive and uber protective. Just enough of the intensity and confidence from the other guys (and just as unhinged). He’s like my golden ratio out of all the guys. 🥰 Also, he gets the fantasy, plays into it. He’d know everything before getting me up into his attic. Once he set his sights, he’d dig until he knew you to your very core. He’d embody my perfect guy all while being his charismatic self. Plus, he’s a silver fox and willing to do whatever it takes to keep me happy and content. I mean, how could I resist? Look at his face!

It would take me exactly five minutes before I’d be putty in his hand. 😌 I am not proud, but I am ready.

For those interested: Read Ari’s Story Here and a little drabble Here 💜

Thanks for sending this in Siri! Who would you choose? as if i don’t already have a guess 👀

#✨rachel replies✨ #stargazingfangirl18 #attic wives anonymous

[indestructibleheart]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @lilythesilly. There was some (very delightful) interest in my “fuck you, patrick (affectionate)” concept, so here’s a piece of how that starts off:

BEEP.

“Hi, Patrick. It’s your mother. Where are you? I know you said you need to figure some things out, but I haven’t heard from you in a few days and I’m starting to… Just let me know you’re okay. I love you, my sweet boy.” BEEP. “Patty, it’s me. I really think we should talk about this. Can you call me back? Please? I love you.” BEEP.

“Hey, son. It’s your dad. Call your mom back, would ya? She’s worried about you. We all are. Love you, kiddo.” BEEP.

“Patrick, it’s Rachel again. I don’t know where you’re staying, so I brought the ring and a couple things you forgot at the apartment to your mom. She says she hasn’t heard from you either. You don’t have to talk to me, fine, whatever, but at least call your parents. … I hope you’re okay.”

BEEP.

__________________

Patrick slaps his hand onto the nightstand, feeling aimlessly for his ringing phone without lifting his head from the pillow. He finds it eventually, scraping it messily across the wood onto the bed, and taps the ‘ignore’ button at least two more times than strictly necessary. It’s not like him, he knows, but the thought of facing his latest failure just makes his stomach churn… and that’s why he’s burrowed into an uncomfortable bed at a roadside motel, somewhere outside a town called Thornbridge. 

Two days ago, he’d detonated several well-placed bombs in his personal life and blown nearly everything that he’d been comfortably living with for years now to smithereens. He’d quit his boring (but stable) job, packed up his things, broken off his engagement with his high school sweetheart, and driven away from the only town he’s ever known. It’s the most reckless thing he’s ever done — finally topping the horrible decision to propose in the first place — which leaves Patrick oscillating between feeling free and like the worst person who’d ever lived.

“I can’t marry you, Rach. It doesn’t feel right. I don’t… feel right.”

“What does that even mean, Patrick?”

“It means I need some time. To figure myself out. I need some time alone.”

What he needs is a plan.

He needs to pick himself up from this pathetic little spiral and come up with a plan.

He also needs to call his mom.

But he doesn’t want to call her back until he has a plan because he needs to have something positive to tell her when he drops the final bomb: he’s not coming back. Not anytime soon, anyway. (Maybe never.)

“I’m sorry, Rachel. I really am. You deserve better.”

Patrick has always been a take-charge kind of guy. In some ways, he thinks that’s how he got himself into this mess in the first place. Because he’s spent so much time bending himself into different shapes, trying to fit into the spaces carved for him by others — a Brewer man, a future husband, the responsible friend. Until now, it’d never occurred to him to carve his own space. And the problem is, his limbs have become so mangled in the game of Twister he’s been playing with himself, Patrick doesn’t know what his natural shape is anymore. 

If he wants to figure that out, he needs to start over.

And he needs to do it alone.

#m:wip

[blossom--of--snow]

Starting this bad boy out with a demotion and zero context

#hoo boy #tom ya done fucked up #rach watches voyager #thirty days

[sunasbabie]

-ˋˏ  keep me  ˎˊ-

synopsis: osamu wanted to be a part of you and your daughter’s life, will you let him?

pairing: osamu x f!reader

genre: fluff with a little angst

word count: 3915

note: thank you @velvetfireworks​ for beta reading this and helping me with the transitions. belated happy birthday rach this one’s for you 🤍

masterlist

part 2

who would have thought you would be here, a single mother at 23?

it wasn’t easy being a single mom but somehow you made it work. (you especially surprised yourself when you managed to finish university even while you were pregnant.)

most days were a mundane routine, waking up early to prepare breakfast for your 4 year old daughter before waking her up, giving her a bath and dressing her up for kindergarten. then came cleaning the apartment, taking a shower, driving your daughter to school and finally going to your job.

but there were other days like this - day that made you relax. you had just discovered this new restaurant that sold one of your favourite food, onigiris. you were on the hunt for some cheap but yummy onigiris for a while now and this shop “onigiri miya'' was perfect. not only was it close to your daughter’s kindergarten centre but the owner was also really attractive with his beautiful eyes to his luscious lips and broad shoulders.

you would usually go there on fridays after you picked up your daughter, suki, to get some snacks for her. after all she took after you and your appetite and loved onigiris as well. with the amount of times the workers have seen you two in the shop they considered the two of you regulars. there were also some days wherein miya osamu himself made and served the onigiris you would order. you even formed a friendship over the love for onigiri you two had.

“so what happened in school today suki?” osamu asked your daughter while taking a seat beside her. your daughter had taken a liking to him, arguably because he would usually make her little onigiris that she could actually bite into and not the regular sized ones that were meant for adults.

you listened as suki told osamu about her day and the friends that she made. she was saying something about how one boy got the toy that she was playing with and wouldn’t give it back to her.

“well maybe he likes ya, that's why he did that, ya know boys tend to do that when they have a crush on someone, they try to get yer attention,” osamu says chuckling.

“but i don’t like him samu, he’s mean, he always gets the toys that i pick out and i never get to play with them,” your daughter huffed, to which osamu let out a giggle.

he found your daughter adorable, he even liked to tease her from time to time to see the pout on her cute little face, even though he would have to bribe her with sweets just to get her talk to him again. it was a scene that you loved watching - your daughter having fun with someone other than you and her friends from school.

“hey ya wanna go to the grocery shop with me later, i’m buying some ingredients for a new recipe i’m trying and i want ya to taste it.”

“can i?” she said with hopeful eyes

“well ya have to ask yer mom first if that’s alright, then we can go,” he paused to turn to you

“it’s fine, i have to do the groceries as well. what time do we leave?”

“we can leave in 30 minutes, i just have to talk to my staff”

“alright, sounds good”

osamu hummed and continued to listen to your little girl talk her heart out about her new favourite show that she had been watching. as the three of you walked out of osamu’s shop, suki in the middle. she held osamu’s hand, still talking about her favourite show; sometimes it amazed you how much she could talk and how observant she could be.

osamu sat her in the backseat of his car, making sure she had her seatbelt on properly before he opened the door of the passenger seat for you. you thanked him before getting in, pleased at what a gentleman he was.

the drive to the grocery store mainly consisted of small talk about how his shop did today, and some of the customers he encountered and how your work was.

it was all too quickly that the three of you arrived at the grocery store (you had found yourself wanting to spend forever in his car, talking and getting to know the elusive, handsome owner of onigiri miya). you got a cart for your groceries, with osamu getting one for himself. after all, the man was probably going to be buying a ton of stuff if he was trying out some new recipes.

suki wanted to sit on the baby seat of the trolley, her signature whine resounding throughout the supermarket when you refused her. with a sigh, you obliged, not wanting her to cause a scene. but before you could carry her up, osamu was there to sweep her feet off the floor. she giggled when he lifted her up and placed her in the cart, ruffling her hair.

the three of you were oblivious to it, but the people around you were just looking at the three of you wondering “what an adorable family”. some even approached the two of you saying “hello, this might sound weird coming from a stranger but i just wanted to tell you that your family is beautiful”.

the both of you just smiled, not knowing what to reply to the stranger, although this wasn’t a surprise anymore, considering this was not the first time that someone has said that to the two of you. people just always assumed that you and osamu were together and that suki was his daughter. you couldn’t blame them though, suki’s eyes were almost the same shade as osamu’s grey orbs. that was the only thing she got from her father, everything else she got from you.

the two of you took longer than expected because it was already dark out by the time you guys finished shopping and suki was already falling asleep while the staff was punching in the items and putting them into bags. you carried her to osamu’s car while he pushed the cart full of grocery items and placed it in the trunk.

he insisted that he drove the two of you home since it was late and that he would just drive the two of you tomorrow to his shop for the taste test. you were hesitant, but eventually agreed. tomorrow would be undeniably better since suki was already asleep and you didn’t want to wake her up and have a fussy child on your hands.

the drive to your apartment was short and quiet, with suki still sound asleep by the time you arrived.

osamu popped open the trunk, trying to help you with the groceries before your grip on his wrist stopped him. you eyed the grocery bags, there weren’t much, you could handle it by yourself no problem.

“hey samu, i got this, can you help get suki and carry her in for me?”

he shot you a dubious look, “i can carry the bags ya know, they’re heavy”

“what do you think i am? a weakling?” you joked, making osamu roll his eyes at your statement.

“nah just thought ya’d wanna carry suki upstairs that’s all,” he replied before opening the door to where he found suki still asleep. osamu cradled her in his arms as he got her out of the car, locking it and giving it one last glance to make sure you didn’t forget anything. as he walked towards the door, the sudden wrapping of arms around his neck and the nuzzling of suki’s face in his neck stopped him in his tracks for a second. so endearing, he thought to himself, his own hand moving to rub her back gently, soothing her back into a deep sleep.

you smiled to yourself at the sight, opening the apartment door to let him in first before shutting it behind you.

“you can put her in her room, first door to your left.”

he nodded, heading towards the direction you told him to. he placed her in the middle of her bed and pulled the covers up to her chest so that she wouldn’t get cold. before he left her room he couldn’t help but push a few strands of her hair away from her face. he muttered a soft good night to her before closing her door.

once he left the room he saw you putting away the stuff you got but stopped when you saw him. you walked over to him, “is she still asleep?”

“yeah i just tucked her in.”

“that’s a first, she usually wakes up if i tuck her in after she falls asleep. hmm maybe you should do that for me more often, samu,” you said with a small giggle.

he laughed at this “maybe she’s just really tired from today, i can’t imagine being able to talk that much. it was always tsumu who had a big mouth”.

you smiled at him. “you want something to eat or drink before you leave?”

“nah, it’s getting late i probably should go home and get some rest, see ya tomorrow y/n.”

“wait what time are you going to pick us up?”

“maybe around 1pm, sound good?” and you simply replied with a yeah. you walked him toward the door letting him lead the way but once he got to the door you spoke up, grabbing his attention.

“hey samu?” he stopped and turned around to face you only to find you close to his chest. he didn’t make a move to step away from you, instead he admired your face. he thought that you looked beautiful, even after a full day of work and grocery shopping. his body acted on his own, and before he knew it he was leaning in closer to you.

acutely aware of the proximity, you stopped him with a “thank you for driving us home”.

he stepped back feeling kind of embarrassed, scratching the back of his neck as he replied “yeah it was no problem, good night y/n.”

“night, osamu drive safe” you said before closing the door on him. once you knew he had left you sighed to yourself.

what was that? you never expected osamu to lean in for a kiss, you knew you wanted it but you couldn’t. you couldn’t let yourself fall in love after him.

the next day came and you got ready to go to osamu’s shop with suki. you let her pick out the clothes she wanted to wear; she ended up choosing a cute light blue top with some pants that had small flowers embroidered on them to go with it.

you heard the doorbell rang, signaling that osamu was here to pick you up. you told suki to hurry up and put on her shoes before opening the door for osamu. you let him in and told him to wait on the couch while suki put on her shoes.

suki couldn’t help but to run to osamu once she spotted him sitting on the couch. osamu heard the familiar patter of her footsteps bounding towards him, standing up to catch her in his arms, carrying her up and over his head. suki was giggling because she loved being carried, especially by osamu - it was just an entirely different view from up there.

as he spotted you coming out of suki’s room, he asked “are ya ready to go?”

“yeah, let me just lock up the place and we’re good to go.”

however, a phone call from your boss just as you were about to get into the car meant a slight change of plans. apparently there was a screw up at work and he needed you in later, to which you agreed. you know he’d never call unless it was really important.

“hey, my boss really needs me right now, is it okay if you help me take care of suki later?” you asked before either of you got in. you trusted osamu enough to leave your daughter alone with him, besides, she loved him a lot too, you could see it. (there was also the fact that you had been slowly falling for the grey-haired man, although there was a nagging voice in the back of your head that told you you shouldn’t.)

“is everything okay?” he asked.

“no, someone screwed up at work and they need me to fix it. i’m really sorry but i have to go,” you turned to look at suki, “hey, is it alright if i leave you with uncle ‘samu for today? i promise i’ll be back later, okay?”

lucky for you, you had a very understanding daughter (osamu thinks she’s much like her mother, although he doesn’t say it.)

“it’s okay mommy, i’ll just spend the day with samuuu”. you smiled at her reply, knowing she liked to spend time with osamu, plus the fact that she was going to be hanging out at his shop where he has her favourite food.

you kissed her head and said “alright behave today with samu okay, no funny business.”

suki giggled and said “i promise mommy” while giving you the biggest smile. you turned to osamu to tell him “take care of her please, and drive safe”

“i will, don’t worry, now go, your work needs you” and with that you nodded and made your way to your own car, leaving behind your two favourite people to look after each other.

osamu turned back to look at suki, “looks like it’s just the two of us today. what do ya say squirt, ready to taste some onigiri with me?” suki grinned and nodded her head. anyone could feel her excitement. after all, she just got a chance to find out how to make her favourite food with one of the two people she loved to spend time with.

once the two of them arrived at onigiri miya, he led suki to a table near the corner of his shop before going to get the onigiris that he made earlier, before he went to pick you up.

suki let her curiosity take over, legs moving to take her on a walk around the shop. It was just after lunch, so the crowd had cleared, not leaving many people in the cosy shop; just an old couple sat near the entrance and a couple with their son, one that looked around the same age as suki. the sight would typically make anyone feel warm at heart, anyone but suki, who felt a deep sadness.

she couldn’t help it. she wished she had a family like that, a complete one. yet, where was her father? how many times had she tried to ask you about it, but failed to do so? How could she bring herself to? she may be a child but she knew what would make her mother sad. probably because he has never been in the picture.

any time suki would find the courage to bring up the topic, it was only met with passing remarks of “your daddy’s not here, sweetheart” or “i’ll tell you when you’re older, okay?”.

suki snapped out of her thoughts the moment she saw osamu approaching her. “samuuu you’re back,” she said while smiling up at him “where’s the onigiri, samu? you said you were going to get it?” she tilted her head noticing that osamu came back empty-handed.

the man, whose blonde hair suki had failed to realise, just looked at her, bewildered, wondering who the hell was this kid that just called him “samu”.

“who are ya kid?”

suki puffed her cheeks “i’m suki, samu, you told me to wait for you to come back, now where’s the food?”

“listen i’m not samu, kid, i’m his brother. do ya know where he is?” atsumu looked around, trying to find him.

“samu doesn’t have a brother, he never told me about him” she pouted

atsumu bent down to suki’s height,“do i look like samu to ya?” he raised an eyebrow.

now that she looked closer, they did look alike, aside from a few minor differences aside from the striking hair and orbs of different shades. although now, she thought she could definitely tell them apart.

“no, you’re ugly. samu’s handsome” she said with a huff, crossing her arms.

laughter rang from behind the counter, distracting atsumu from suki’s unfavourable reply.

“she really called ya ugly huh, looks like we now know who the better looking twin is” osamu remarked with a grin. he turned to look at suki “and i thought i told ya to stay at the table? c’mere it’s time for ya to test out the new ones i made and tell me which ones ya like”

while suki bounded over to osamu, he turned to look at atsumu, “what are ya doing here tsumu?”

“i came here to pick up my order samu, ya know the one i put in a while ago. the team was in the neighbourhood and wanted some of yer food”

“ah yes, it’s in the back, let me just go get it. watch suki for me”

“why do i have to babysit this squirt?” he complained, indignant, although osamu paid him no mind. he looked at suki wondering who the hell this kid was. did his brother have a child that he didn’t know of? well he might since the kid had samu’s eyes. he pushed his thoughts aside knowing his brother wouldn't do something as getting a girl pregnant out of wedlock. he approached the kid who was happily munching on the onigiris that his brother made for her and sat down at the table.

“so how do ya know samu?” he asked the little girl

“he’s friends with my mommy” she replied to him while looking at him again “i’m sorry i called you ugly, you’re not” she muttered shyly

atsumu was taken back by this, he didn’t expect her to apologise just for that. kids rarely ever paid attention to their offhanded comments anyway. he smiled, pleasantly surprised, “it’s alright kid”

osamu came back carrying the two bags of food, for the team. he handed these bags to atsumu with a “payment?”

“huh what do ya mean samu i’m yer brother, i should have special privileges”

"you're right, you're my brother, maybe i should charge you double the price."

(to which atsumu had to suppress the string of curses that were dying to leave his mouth.)

atsumu left straight after paying, leaving behind suki and osamu to continue with their taste test. it was a success, considering suki had a few flavours she liked best, even going so far as to pester osamu into making her more for some other day. (and of course osamu obliged, he could never say no to her.)

suki fell uncharacteristically quiet after a while, though, piquing the curiosity of her caretaker. “hey, what’s the matter?”

“samu do you have a daddy?” suki asked, seeming slightly dejected. she wanted to know if she was the only one who didn’t have a daddy cause even her mom had one and he was her grandpa.

“yeah, i have a dad suki, why did ya ask?” osamu was slightly surprised by the sudden question, although he had a hunch about why suki would ask such a thing. he knew the father was out of the picture the moment he failed to see a ring around your finger the first time he met you, but he never approached the subject either, figuring it was a tricky one.

“i saw a family in the shop while you were busy getting the food and they looked really happy. they had a son and i think we’re the same age and he has both a mommy and a daddy...” she paused for a second to look at osamu with tears brimming from her grey eyes. “am i a bad daughter? is that why my daddy didn’t want me?”

suki couldn’t contain herself anymore, tears falling from her eyes to the floor and osamu couldn’t help but give her a hug. he didn’t know what to say to suki. it was an awfully touchy subject, and considering you weren’t around, osamu didn’t want to risk saying anything that would make the situation even worse.

“no, don’t say that, yer a great daughter and anyone would be lucky to have ya. i don’t know what happened to yer dad suki, maybe he just wasn’t ready. whatever his reason is, yer not a bad daughter suki, trust me. don’t ever say that again okay?”

suki looked up at osamu with tear stained cheeks, sobbing seemingly calming down. she managed a nod before burying her face in his chest yet again, sniffling.

this was the sight that you saw when you entered onigiri miya. you quickly rushed to your daughter’s side taking her from osamu and asking “hey sweetheart look at mommy, what’s wrong why are you crying?”

suki just shook her head this time burying her face into your chest and hugging you close to her. you looked at samu for an explanation.

“she was asking about her dad and she got upset saying that he didn’t want her and that she was a bad daughter”

you looked down at your daughter still crying into your chest, stroking her hair muttering a “oh baby it’s not your fault, you’re a great daughter, the best, don’t ever say that again okay. I love you so much” you say the last part as you pull her away from you, wiping away the tears on her cheeks.

“i think we should go” you looked at osamu “thank you for taking care of her today, it means a lot”

you got up carrying your daughter in your arms but before you could walk away osamu grabbed your wrist to make you look at him.

“i’m here if ya ever need anything, ya know that right?” osamu felt the need to say that, not only because he was your friend but because he genuinely cared about you and suki.

you stared at him for a moment before answering “i know. look i’m taking her home now. she isn’t in the best shape, but really, thank you samu for taking care of her and making her feel a little better.”

he couldn’t help but nod as he watched you walk out. this was something that he had no business in but he wanted to make it his business. he wanted to talk to the guy who left you and your kid with no ounce of support. it still amazed him how you raised such a wonderful daughter all on your own.

he had just closed the shop and got into his car and started driving to his apartment but then he was reminded of you and suki, of how he wanted to do everything in his power to help the two of you, to protect the two of you and make the two of you happy. he decided right then and there that he was going to help you. it was then that he made a decision-he had to talk to you.

you had just put suki to sleep and was getting ready for bed before you heard a knock on the door, surprised when you had opened it up and saw osamu standing there.

“we need to talk”

*suki means beloved one

note: this was supposed to be a fluffy one shot but then rachel was like let’s sprinkle a little angst

#miya osamu #miya osamu x reader #osamu x you #osamu x reader #haikyuu #miya osamu fluff #miya osamu angst #miya osamu hcs #haikyuu x reader #osamu imagines

[denimshortsdean]

TAG GAME!!:

Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up.

I was tagged by the darling @e-mio ! Decided to shuffle my Daylist (classic anthem late friday night in case you were wondering)

Changes - David Bowie

Day Tripper - The Beatles

Keep Yourself Alive - Queen

Brown Sugar - The Rolling Stones

Bad Medicine - Bon Jovi

absolutely no pressure to do this but I'm tagging @nostalgicbones @forkinthegarbagedisposal @letterlimerence @electric-loser @deansotherotherphone @passiveagressivepoet and @thesurprisinglyqueertoast!

#it's ya boi rach #tag games #rb games #music #gpoy #sam im sorry this is so late!

[echos-newlegs]

if you’re still doing requests, would you maybe do #9 with Crosshair & a reader that uses he/him pronouns (but is maybe not cis idk?)?? Like maybe the batch rescued the reader from some sort of bad situation, & Cross is the only one awake to comfort him when the reader wakes up from a nightmare or has a flashback??? If this is too specific just lmk I just have a lot of Feelings about Crosshair ahdjajdjsksm

-boba-filth (<— side blog I check more for fic stuff)

Bad Dreams

Heck yes 😎 sorry if it is out of character and cruddy. Running into a bit of a writers block, but I’m tryna force it over— maybe.

@boba-filth

Crosshair x reader: “I’m not going to leave you, not now, not ever. You’ll never have to suffer alone again.”

Warnings: brief mentions of family death, touch starved, slightly out of character. Passing out/fainting from being malnourished. Reader is a Slave and TBB save them.

You were born into slavery. It was what made up your life. You never once imagined that you could be free. Live your own life. Make your own decisions. The idea of freedom made you laugh, honestly. It was just such a far stretch and unimaginable. You figured you'd die in the spice mines like the rest of your family did.

You were on lunch break. Eating quickly to avoid getting harassed or beaten by one of the soldiers watching you and the other workers on break. You guys rarely got time to yourselves. When you did, it was barely even a half hour long. So food was often shoved into your system like it was your last meal.

You looked up when you heard the sirens go off. Breath catching in your throat. They only went off for intruders or when there was a group of miners attempting escape. The noise was enough to have you and the others standing and starting your own commotion.

Fights broke out, blasters were fired. You didn't want to be caught in the middle of the fire, so you ran. Your eyes wide and darting around. You had to hide. Sure, life sucked, but you didn't want to die. Not today at least.

"Hey, you there!" A guard shouted, pointing to you. Making you run faster in a panic. You felt tears prick the corner of your eyes when a hand grasped your arm. Pulling you to the side. "Where d'ya think you're goin', wise one?" Another guard asked. Your body trembling as you stared up to him. "I was, I was just, I was getting out of the mess. They were firing-" you rambled. The guard snarling and shoving you. "Can it, fool."

You were sure you'd be shot. Closing your eyes when the one holding your arm raised a blaster to your forehead. "We don't do well with run aways, do we?" "Nope," the other guard answered. "What do ya say we play a-" Bang! Bang!

You inhaled sharply. Squeezing your eyes shut more than they were. Jumping as your fists clenched at the sound of the blaster. The smell of burning flesh and blaster residue filling your nose. "Hey, you alright?" A voice came from in front of you. Eyes parting to see someone in armor, with goggles? You were alarmed, to say the least. They had to be an intruder. But why did they save you..? A nobody?

"You saved me.." you babbled. Blinking in shock as you stared at the other. "Well, you looked like you needed the help, are you alright, though?" You nodded, rubbing your arm where the guard squeezed. You were sure there would be a bruise there. Your skin was so sensitive anymore. "Good," he started walking off, and you felt your body tremble again. "Wait! I know the exits. I can help you, if you get me out of here." You bargained. The man turning back to face you. Sighing, then kicking a blaster from one of the motionless bodies to you. "Alright, but stay close."

You did as told, and kept your piece of the deal. Following who you soon learnt to be named Tech, around the mines. The two of you meeting up with four other men. Who each had bags full of viles of spices. "Who's this?" The one asked, motioning to you with his helmet. "Our escape plan, they claim to know some exits." "The guards don't even know about them. We use them to get out of the mines for our breaks." You added, and the bigger of the men shoved you a bit. Though it wasn't in a forcing way. "Then let's get going!"

The six of you took through the tunnels. Feet grinding against the gravel as you ran. You felt so weak, tired. You wanted to rest, but this was your chance at freedom. Even if you didn't know these men. Life as their servant or whatever they planned on doing with you, would be a hell of a lot better than this life you portrayed.

You pressed your back against the wall when you heard foot steps that weren't your guys. Motioning for them to do the same, and they did. Men running by the tunnel hall heading the other direction. "How much further?" Tech asked, and you pointed to a latter. "There, that latter. It leads up to the surface." You spoke, and they nodded. Motioning for you to head there first, so they could keep watch.

The ground began to shake, parts of the tunnel behind you collapsing. "Hurry!" You shouted. The pain in your chest making your throat clench. Climbing up the latter as quickly as you could. The boys following after you. Making it out just as the tunnels caved in.

You practically threw yourself on the ground as you made it to the top. Everyone doing the same. Each of you panting, adrenaline racing. "So who are you guys?" You asked in between breaths. Standing to your feet a bit shakily. "We're Clone Force 99," one spoke. "We call ourselves the Bad Batch, I'm Hunter, this is Tech, Crosshair, Echo, and Wrecker." You nodded a bit. "Thank you," you murmured. Them all giving you a questioning look under their visors, and you were sure of it by the way Echo and Tech tilted their heads. "For helping free me."

Tech nodded. Approaching you, helping steady you as you swayed. "You can some with us, least we can do for you helping us." You looked to the others, and they all nodded. "Got any family?" You frowned. "No." Everyone was silent at that. "Well, it's settled then, Tech, Echo, help them to the ship. Cross, keep a look out for any guards or clankers. Wrecker, help me carry the cargo." Hunter spoke, causing you to weakly smile. Passing out at some point to the ship.

When you went limp in their arms everyone panicked. Echo and Techs grip tightening on you to help lift your deadweight. "Are they alright?" Wrecker asked, and Echo sighed as the two raced you into the Marauder. "I'd say they're just wore, they look extremely malnourished, I know from experience it's hard to not pass out in that state." Echo informed. Lying you on a bunk, and Tech nodded. "They aren't a clone, either, so I'm shocked they kept standing as long as they did."

You were fine, really, but Tech and the others took turns watching over you while you rested. Water and rations next to the bunk you rested on. It was Crosshairs turn for the night to keep watch. Make sure if you woke up before they got back to Naboo to return the cage that he could explain where you were. Keep you from panicking, or so they hoped.

You were beginning to sweat. Eyebrows creasing, hands balling into fists at your sides while you dreamt. It was hardly a dream, more a reply of your past. Your family. Watching them die before you. Held at gun point. Bags over there heads, blaster shot to their foreheads. Out of your parents and four younger siblings, you were the only one kept alive.. 'This is what happens to slaves who don't listen! '

You jerked up with a startled sob. Hands clenching the sheets. Feet scrambling while you looked around. Chest rising and falling in a quickened pace as your eyes darted around the dimly lit room.

Crosshair looked up from polishing his gun at the commotion. Setting the rifle and cloth aside. "You okay?" He asked, he wasn't too confident on what to ask. Other than that. Watchibg as your head turned to look at him. "Who are you?" You asked with worry. He was about to question you, until he remembered you hadn't seen them without their helmets. "It's crosshair, you saved my brothers and I from the mines." He explained. You calmed slightly at that. Licking your lips, then looking down. "Oh okay," was all you spoke.

You both sat there in silence for a bit. Your hands relaxing. Now resting in your lap as you leant against the wall. Attempting to steady your breathing. "There's some food and water for ya." He motioned to the small table beside you, and your eyes darted to it. You were starving, you didn't get to eat today before the alarms sounded. Raching over to take the rations and water. Dowing them both like you'd never eaten in you life. Which sometimes it felt that way.

Crosshair watched with a small smirk. "Hungry, little one?" You felt a bit self-concious at his words. Only nodding slightly as you took a final sip of the water. Then placing the tray back down next to the bed.

"You have bad dreams often?" He questioned, and you looked down to your hands. Fiddling your thumbs as you nodded shyly. "Sometimes, yeah.." he sighed at that. "I can lay down with you," he joined, causing you to glance over to him. Watching as he stood and approached where you were resting. Taking this time to notice he wasn't in his armor anymore. Only his blacks, which gave you a better image of his body. As the fabric hugged his skin.

Your heart was racing. Squeezing your hands together to keep them from trembling. You hadn't had physical contact in so long, even the offer of it intimidated, but also excited you. "You don't have to," you told him, and he shrugged. "It'll help us both."

You scooted over as he began to climb into the bed. Pulling the covers over the both of you. The two of you sinking down to lay on your backs with small sighs. "You this nice to every new comer you come across?" You asked. Turning onto your side to face him. Cross turning his head to look at you with a small shrug. "Maybe I am," he gruffed. Making you smile a bit. "I doubt it."

Crosshair didn't respond to that. The room falling quiet again. "You get bad dreams too, then?" You blurted, and he exhaled. "Yeah," you nodded a bit. "Do you ever.. Dream about memories? Bad ones?" You asked. Playing with the fabric of the pillow, and he nodded again. "I keep dreaming about my families death." You admitted, and he looked over to you. His expression unreadable, but his eyes screamed worry. "Does it ever stop?" You asked. Voice cracking.

He thought for a moment, then licked his lips. "Somedays." You felt a little better hearing that, you guessed. "Sometimes they're worse." You frowned at that.

He looked over, catching your look of disappointment and displeasure. Turning to his side to reach out for you. It was weird for him, touching someone he barely knew, but you seemed like you needed it, and something about you struck his interest. He saw part of himself in you.

"Hey, I’m not going to leave you, not now, not ever. You’ll never have to suffer alone again.” He reassure. Rubbing small circles into the small of your back. Causing you to stop breathing for a second. Processing what was happening. "But you tell aby of my brothers about this, I'm leaving you in the streets of Naboo." You smiled faintly at that. Unsure if he was serious or not, but you could hear the hint of sarcasm in his voice. You hummed, curling up closer to him. "I won't."

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[mysterystarz]

the ceremony:

brides note: here is the ceremony in which you shall witness the shenanigans caused by stealing keijis shoes (it’s a part of my culture that i decided to integrate here!) and witness the vows shared between keiji and i! i want to thank my bridesmaids for providing me things they actually would say as well as admit that i got a bit emotional writing our vows. to whoever reads this, i hope this brings you as much joy as it brought me <3

warnings: absolute fluff and one innuendo that isn’t really explicit but still there

word count: 2.9k (i got a bit carried away but have no regrets)

The morning of Keiji and Nova’s wedding was absolutely gorgeous.

Above the garden estate that served as the venue, clear blue skies and soft white clouds accompanied a gentle breeze that filled the entire venue with a sense of tranquility. The very atmosphere itself was buzzing with anticipation, yet still had an air of serenity as the bride and groom prepared themselves to greet each other at the aisle.

Nova’s dressing room was a hubbub of emotion and excitement as she stared at herself in the mirror, her bridesmaids all surrounding her as she spun around in the dress they had all helped her pick out. It was truly surreal to her.

In an hour’s time, she’d be marrying the man she had loved for so long, the man who had guided her through her best and her worst moments, all while sharing the moment with the people she held so close to her heart.

The very thought made her smile with an accumulation of warm feelings pooling in her chest.

“Keiji is going to cry when he sees you.” Moon stated as they gestured to Nova, “You look beautiful.”

Nova giggled softly as she stared back at herself, “All good tears I hope.”

“No shit!” Natalia remarked, pointing to her dress. “You should see yourself! Hell, even I’m on the verge of tears! Keiji loves you the way you always are, but I bet he will be blown away when he sees you. No joke.”

She felt her smile widen even further as she turned to face her bridesmaids, dress swishing behind her. “I’m so glad to have all of you here today. Really.”

“I’m pretty sure that we’re all glad to be here,” Silla smiled, “I mean, none of us would ever dream of missing your special day. It was about time you two tied the knot.”

“No it really was.” Rach laughed, “Nova has been in love with Keiji for the longest time. She literally finds a way to relate everything back to him. If that’s not a sign to get married, I’m not sure what is!”

They all giggled and relished in the joyous atmosphere before Nova spoke again. “Alright, so how much money do we want to get out of them?”

“How much what?” Moon asked, raising an eyebrow, “Wait…what are we even getting money for?”

Inez chuckled at the side before walking to step near Nova, a black box in hand. “Here they are, as promised.”

“Are you two doing something illegal?” Natalia questioned promptly. “Nova, you know there are other ways to cure nerves!”

“Seriously Natalia,” Nova deadpanned before reverting back to her usual smile. “Anyways, this lovely black box here is Keiji’s shoes that we were able to acquire courtesy of Inez and her amazing stealthy skills. How did you manage to get them in the first place?”

“A magician never shares her secrets.” Inez shrugged, tracing a finger along the seam of the box. “To be completely honest, I expected this from Keiji.”

“So did I,” Nova chuckled as she tucked the shoes under a compartment in the dresser that she used to get ready. “So, I expect that any minute now, we’re going to have our plus ones at the door.”

“What’s the shoe stealing thing for?” Empress chimed in, “Like, what’s the reason for it?”

“It’s a fun wedding tradition we like to do to symbolize the groom’s promise to always take care of the bride and show the generosity of their heart.” Nova grinned mischievously, “Besides, now that we’ve got the shoes, the groomsmen need to come up with something to get it back.”

“Well they’re probably brainstorming,” Maia said. “I’m not sure what they’re thinking, but I think we’ll find out soon enough.”

MEANWHILE:

“So you’re telling me that your shoes are gone?!” Oikawa asked incredulously, “There is no way! I made sure to put them in a safe spot away from them!”

“Well, Inez came to retrieve them and she did,” Keiji chuckled, reminded of their earlier encounter. “She pointed a pistol at me and demanded shoes that I made sure I didn’t know the location of, yet here we are.”

A FEW MINUTES PRIOR:

“Keiji. Shoes or I’ll shoot.” Inez threatened, smiling innocently.

“But I don—“

“Shoes or shoot.”

PRESENT:

“There’s no way!” Atsumu remarked, “A pistol? Ya’ must be joking!”

“I wish.” Keiji smiled, “Nova planned this out better than I anticipated.”

“Akaashi. Your wife to-be and her bridesmaids just accomplished the ONE thing we tried to prevent, and you’re still smiling like a lovesick idiot. You are so whipped.” Kuroo rambled, pacing across the room.

“I am marrying her,” Keiji grinned, “I’ve been ‘whipped’ since we met.”

“You raise the standards for all of us Akaashi!” Oikawa pouted. “But in all seriousness, how do we get them back?”

“We’ll have to go and go to them and figure out where they hid them,” Kuroo explained, leaning on the wall casually. “Once we’ve done that, we have to strike up a deal with them. If it all goes well, we should be able to get Akaashi’s shoes without too much strain on our wallets.”

“Wallets?” Ushijima asked, stepping into the room. “Couldn’t we just politely ask for his shoes back? He’ll need them later.”

“It’s a wedding tradition on Nova’s side of the family,” Oikawa added, glaring at Ushijima. “Anyways, Kuroo, Kita, and Atsumu, come with me. Let’s see if we can try a diplomatic approach first.”

The four of them went to leave when Kuroo suddenly turned around, brandishing his cell-phone in the air. “Akaashi, I know you want to see her, but you’re staying on the phone. Got it?”

Keiji offered a subtle nod in response as the designated gang left the room, sprinting to the other side of the venue in the hopes of getting the groom’s shoes (and to see their plus ones looking hot).

Kuroo threw open the door of the dressing room, only to be greeted with the smug grin of Nova and her lovely bridesmaids.

“I ran as soon as I heard,” Iwaizumi suddenly said, pausing to look at the predicament they were in, “Damn, you all cleaned up nice.”

“You can do better than that Hajime,” Mai teased. “You still look handsome though.”

“Oi, stay on task!” Oikawa directed, surveying the room before looking at Nova. “Ahh, looking good Nova!”

A second later, he was met with Maia’s playful glare as he sputtered and backtracked, trying to defend his honor.

“Ladies,” Kita began, “You all look as dazzling as the stars themselves. However, we require Akaashi’s shoes so we can all witness the lovely union that is to occur soon. May we have a civil discussion about this?”

“How about no?” Rach grinned, turning to Natalia, “And YOU better not go betraying us because your boyfriend is here, you hear me?”

“I would never!” Natalia argued, turning her gaze to Kita, “My marshmallow, can help his team try and negotiate a good deal, but there’s no way I’m letting us get away without something.”

“Can we settle on twenty?” Atsumu began, stepping towards the door, “It’s a fair amount according to me.”

“More!” Moon yelled out, “You’ve got to give us more than that.”

“Yeah!” added Maia, “Let’s settle on five-hundred dollars, shall we?”

Nova high fived Maia and the rest of the bridesmaids as the boys stared at each other in horror.

Five-hundred dollars?! For shoes???

“Empress! Baby, please convince them to lower their rate!” Kuroo shouted in a way that was half-scared and half fond.

Empress merely smiled at this, waving a dismissing hand. “Nice try, but not happening. I say five-hundred sounds good.”

“Ladies,” Oikawa smiled disarmingly, “One hundred. It’s more than generous, and I think Keiji and the rest of us would be more than willing considering how gorgeous you all look.”

“Flattery gets you nowhere, Tooru,” Inez deadpanned, a laugh escaping her when she saw Oikawa’s crestfallen expression. “One hundred is starting to sound quite nice, but five-hundred sounds better. Isn’t that right guys?”

“You bet.” Tee smirked. “Where’s Omi? I’m sure he’d support our case.”

“I would,” Sakusa shrugged, joining the groomsmen at the doorway, “Lets just give them the money and get back. They’ll use it well anyways.”

“We would!” Angie yelled, glaring at the taller men, “Unload your wallets and you’ll have the shoes!

“Sakusa, you could help us, you know?” Kuroo sighed. “Wait, I’m calling Akaashi.”

Nova giggled at this declaration as the men all huddled in the doorframe, toe-tapping anxiously until Keiji picked up the call at last.

“How much are they asking?” Was the first thing that Keiji asked, a slight note of panic in his voice. “It’s not too outrageous,,,right?”

“How do ya’ feel about five-hundred dollars?!” Atsumu exclaimed, “I’m sure that falls into the outrageous category!”

“Five...hundred?” Keiji whispered, his tone rising in shock. “You’re serious?”

“Completely!” Natalia said into the phone, “I think it’s a fair price and—STOP SMILING LIKE A LOVESICK IDIOT NOVA!”

Sure enough, from the corner of the room, Nova was beaming brighter than she had before, a pure reaction to the sound of Keiji’s voice.

“Nova?” Keiji called out, “Are you over there?”

“Yup,” Nova whispered, stepping to the phone. “Hi Keiji.”

“As cute as this is, we’ve seriously got to get his shoes back.” Iwaizumi announced. “A hundred-twenty-five dollars? Can we all agree on this?”

“I think we can go a little further,” Silla added from the corner, a mischievous smile creeping up her face, “I mean, it is their wedding.”

“Hundred-fifty!” Kuroo yelled, “Please tell me that’s enough!”

“We can go mo–” Natalia had begun before Nova cut her off.

“Two hundred from Keiji’s wallet and yours right now and you’ve got a deal,” Nova smirked. “Three seconds to accept or reject. Three….two….on–”

“IT’S A DEAL!” Oikawa hollered, throwing a twenty dollar bill on the table. “Akaashi, are you good?”

“I’ll sacrifice two-hundred if it means I get to see my wife.” Keiji sighed into the call, “Kuroo, you’ve got my wallet. Hand it to them.”

Kuroo hesitantly handed Natalia the wallet before he began rummaging in the drawers for the shoes. “Where did you guys hide the damn shoes?”

“Right here Kuroo,” Kita responded calmly, opening the compartment of the dresser. “It was in quite the basic spot.”

“Alright then,” Atsumu shrugged, “See ya’ soon ya’ hotties.”

With that, the groomsmen sprinted out of the room, brandishing the shoebox that they had fought so hard to get. The whole dressing room was filled with excitement and exhilaration as they stared back at the cash that greeted them.

“Now we can get ice cream.” Inez smiled, “We did good.” “As long as it’s not mint-chocolate chip.” Empress hastily added, “I’m not sure how anybody can tolerate that stuff.”

“I’m not having ice-cream discourse before my wedding!” Nova interjected, twirling around. “Oh my god….wedding. I have to....walk down an aisle...WHAT IF I TRIP?”

“Don’t trip...even though I’m sure Akaashi would appreciate the view of your ass.” Rach laughed.

Nova frowned playfully, although a slight red overtook her cheeks. “You are a gremlin.”

“Then I’m doing my job,” Rach shrugged.

“No, but you’re not going to trip.” Moon assured, “Oh my god, you’re growing so fast! You’re going to be married!”

“You’re not even that much older than me!” Nova argued, although her point was lost on the happy smile on Moon’s face.

“Don’t bite him when you kiss him.” Angie winked, pacing around the room.

“I think I’ll save the biting for later, don’t you think?” Nova replied, eliciting laughs from all her bridesmaids.

“NOVA, save it for the honeymoon.” Natalia scolded, jabbing Nova playfully in the shoulder. “I know you’re looking forward to that.”

“Shut up Natalia!”

They all shared a last laugh before they exited the dressing room, stepping into the lush gardens where in just a few minutes time, Nova and Keiji would unite eternally.

The surrounding gardens brought a certain liveliness to the aisle, with the multicolored flowers adorning the path where they’d finally meet. The skies above them were blue and clear as Keiji waited at the altar, Bokuto as his best man behind him.

They stood in silence as they marvelled at the sheer beauty of it all.

Nova and Keiji were getting married. It was really happening!

Keiji found himself worrying a slight bit, fingers twitching of their own accord as he attempted to calm his nerves. A million things soared through his head, but he knew that half of them was merely his brain panicking.

Nothing could have prepared him for the sight of Nova.

The wedding march played out into the venue, filling the space as her bridesmaids walked down the aisle with their plus-ones at their sides. They clutched their flowers beautifully, offering him congratulatory smiles, standing off to the side as he finally saw the person who had taken his breath away from the minute they had met eyes.

Nova beamed at him from the other side of the aisle as she clutched a bouquet of pastel flowers, smiling all the while as she accompanied her dad to the altar. She walked slowly, but he felt the elegance she had in every step of hers.

Keiji was the epitome of handsomeness from the way he looked standing there. In his tailored suit, he looked practically ethereal, illuminated by the sunlight that hit him at all the right angles. She felt the love for him pool in her chest as she took his hand, calloused and gentle as it always was as she gazed back at him, admiring him for everything that he was. Her vision grew a little blurry from the sheer happiness she felt, but she had never expected similar tears to fall from Keiji’s eyes.

He looked at her and saw radiance in its purest form. She had always been beautiful to him, an enigma of sorts, but nothing could ever rival the way she looked right then.

“You look beautiful,” Keiji whispered, placing a flower delicately behind her ear.

“I think that would be you,” Nova choked out, her smile widening at the small gesture, her hands still intertwined with his.

The officiant offered a pleasant nod to the couple as he began his speech. “We are gathered today to witness the union of Nova and Akaashi Keiji in this fateful union of two souls who love each other, and will promise to always love each other for as long as they breathe. If anyone has any objections, please speak now, or forever hold your peace!”

The guests all offered pure smiles of joy as the officiant nodded gleefully. “You may now begin your vows to each other.”

Nova blushed freely as she stared back at Keiji, full adoration in her gaze. “Keiji, from the minute we met eyes in the library, to where we stand here now, you have always had my heart. You have always been my anchor, supporting me through the toughest times of my life and bringing me through them, hand in hand as you’ve always done. You’ve always been my sunshine, bringing endless brightness upon our shared days, and making me fall even more in love with you as the minutes pass. I never knew life could be a dream until I met you. Today, with all of our loved ones, I chose you to be my husband. I promise to stand by you through everything, and give my everything to you. I vow to inspire you, support you, and cherish you for as long as we live. I promise to be at your side in sickness and health, for richer or poorer. I vow to love you with every inch of me forever, and always.”

Tears flowed freely down his cheeks as he regarded Nova with as much love as he could possibly muster in his gaze. “Nova, you’ve captured me, mind, body, and soul from the minute we met. You are my other half, completing me in ways I never knew before I met you. You bring me joy in every way possible, and a sense of peace that I only feel with you. You are my person, my inspiration, and I vow to love you till the end of time. Today, I take you as my wife, and I promise to love you through everything in life. I vow to express my love for you for as long as I breathe. I promise to be your support, and to support you. I promise to love you with every fiber of my being for as long as I live. I vow to treasure you, cherish you, stand by you, inspire you, and to adventure through life with my hand in yours. It is my promise to you, my darling, that my love outnumbers every star in the galaxy, and that I will always love you that way, now and for eternity.”

Nova was crying, the joyful tears streaming down her face as they shakily exchanged the rings on each other’s fingers, a physical manifestation of all they promised to share.

“You may now kiss the bride.” The officiant called out, clapping grandly when Nova and Keiji exchanged a passionate kiss, hugging each other tightly as the applause flooded the gardens,

“I introduce to you, the new Mr. and Mrs. Akaashi Keij!” The officiant added as everyone rose to applaud the new couple.

“Akaashi Nova,” Keiji whispered, placing another peck to his wife’s lips. “I quite like the sound of that.”

“You’ve got forever to hear it, Keiji,” Nova grinned as she placed a kiss on her husband’’s cheek. “We have forever together.”

“That we do,” he smiled, linking their pinkies. “We’ve got that and a whole lot more.”

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[riseofnightwing]

Days Gone ll Dick Grayson Imagine CH1

Summary: Reader’s powers try to warn her that something bad is coming up while Dick has to travel to a Justice League mission and something terrible happens.

Pairing/Relationship: Married!Dick Grayson x Titan!Wife!Reader

Warnings: ***100% angst***, i cried while writing it so..If you like angst, you’re hopefully going to like it too.

**y/sn= your nickname

It was going to be one of those days.

You felt it by the way that the rain covered San Francisco. The feeling in your chest wasn’t clear but you recognized it as the same feeling you felt in the day your parents died when you were just a kid.

The rain fell non-stop as you looked  through the window of your and Dick’s shared room. You were still in your pajamas when the boy entered the room, he had woken up earlier as usual to check the tower and the team, leaving more time for you to sleep.

“Hey, gorgeous, how you’re doing this morning?” You heard your husband’s voice; you turned to look at him, only to find him staring at you with half smile on his face, the same one that used to bring you peace, but now, not even it could take the bad feeling out of your chest.

“Good Morning, love” you smiled at him “So do you think i’m still gorgeous even with a sleepy face and my pajamas?” you pushed him by the the collar of his famous social blue shirt that you loved so much.

“You’re always going to be the prettiest woman ever” he caressed your hair with his hand leaving the free hand to place it in your waist “I love you”

“I love you, Grayson.” You answered him with a hint of sadness in your voice.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Dick asked you

“I don’t know, Dick, something’s wrong. My powers aren’t making it clear to me so I can’t see what exactly will happen but it’s unquiet here, you know? My mind is as misty as today’s sky and I don’t have a good feeling, not at all.” He listened to you carefully as he always did, so compreensive.

“Maybe you just have to wait, baby. They will make you understand better when it’s time, i’m sure. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe, right?”

“You, protector of Blüdhaven, Gotham City and San Francisco will keep me safe? Well, I feel honored.” You mocked him trying to ease the tension. “I’ll be fine baby, as long as you’re with me."

He smiled tenderly at you. 

“I came here to tell you something” he said, changing the subject

“What’s up?” You asked him

“Clark and Diana called. They need me in Washington to help the Justice League.” He told you. That same feeling you were harbouring this morning came rushing back and settled in your chest, heavier this time. Your expression changed immediately.

“Dick..” you breath deeply, looking down and his hands run to your face.

“Hey, just one mission and I’ll be back, Bruce will be there.” he said 

“Tell them you can’t go, tell them we will need you tonight here in San francisco.. just please, don’t go” He felt the fear in your voice as you tried to make him stay. You would never ask him to decline a misson but it wasn’t a normal kind of situation.

“Listen, I know what you’re feeling and I don’t think you should ignore it. But I can’t decline a call from Clark, he wouldn’t call me if it wasn’t important..It’s Clark, I can’t do this to him.”

You felt your eyes watered and you looked down.

“ I don’t want this bad feeling to be about you because.. I wouldn’t bare losing you, Richard” You said in a small voice.

“I’ll call you every minute i’m free to tell you that I’m okay. Hey” he lifted your face with his finger  “I’ve done this many times, and I came back, I always came back to you.” He said softly caressing your cheek

“You better do that" You did your best to keep a serious face, but when he kissed you you instantly melted.

------

Dick packed what he needed with your help, he got his suitcase and his favourite jacket and walked down towards the elevator.

“Promise me you won’t get too worried, alright? I love you” Dick said touching his forehead with yours.

“Be carefull, Wing, I Love you too”

The brown haired guy kissed you deeply and waved goodbye to the others too.

“Bye, guys, be careful, see you soon.”

“Bye Dick” Rachel replied.

The doors of the elevator closed and you took a deep breath while Donna put a hand in your shoulder.

“C’mon, let’s watch some GOT, girls time” and you both made your way to her bedroom.

You and Donna binged watched almost the entire first season.  You glanced at your watch thinking it was almost time for Dick to arrive in Washington and as if your thoughts were connected, your phone started vibrating and his smiley face appeared on the screen.

“Hey Donn, it’s Dick calling, be right back.” You told the black haired woman who was still watching TV and didn't even pay attention to you.

“Hey, I just landed and now i’m on my way to meet the league.”  Dick said.

“Hey, Wing, how was the trip? All fine?” you asked him

“I just feel a tightness in my heart, you know?” He said and you tense “It’s because I miss you” he laughed.

“You’re an ass, you know?” you laughed along with him.

“It's true” you heard his deep breath “I wish you could be here”

“Me too”

“Babe, i’m already in the league’s base. I’ll call you before we leave to the mission, alright?”

“Alright, be careful.” you replied.

“Love you"

Hearing that he was okay was a relief, maybe your bad feeling was about something else, you hoped. You entered Donna’s bedroom and found her on her feet ready to leave the room.

“Hey Donn, wanna train?” You asked her.

“Let’s go, so I can kick your ass” she mocked you.

“As if you could” you laughed.

---

It was already night and you have just finished cleaning the kitchen. You, Donna, Dawn and Rachel were having a girl’s talk when you heard your phone ringing.

“I’ll be back in a minute, girls” you told them.

“Hey, bird boy” you said.

“Hey, babe. Just wanted to update. We're about to leave for the mission. It’s the Legion of Doom, they’re causing panick in Washington. Just called to say that i love you”

“Couldn’t they give a break? Damn.. go there and end them. I love you so and watch out.”

“I will, don’t worry, see ya soon” he said softly an you hung up.

--

The next morning, you woke up earlier. It was 5am when you got up. Normally you’d wake up later than Dick, but something was wrong and it disturbed you so much that you couldn’t get a decent night of sleep.

You glanced at your phone looking for a message from Dick or even a call but nothing. Maybe things were bigger and they took more time to solve it. You’d wait.

It was night when you and Hank were training Gar and Rose on an intense class of martial arts. Your mind was somewhere else and you were doing your best but Hank knew you well enough to notice.

“Hey, Y/n. You got your head in the clouds?” he asked you smiling.

“I’m sorry, guys, Let’s do it again, I’m here now” you smiled weakly and you all returned to training.

Later that night, when the training was already over, you took a bath and went to the living room, he should be coming back home, you wished he was, so you kept waiting.

No call, no message, no nothing. It wasn’t like you were obsessed but it wasn’t normal of Dick to wait this long to text you, even more so when he knew how you were feeling when he left. It was weird and you tried to think he was okay, he was just busy.

You ended up sleeping on the couch waiting for him. the next morning, you felt a hand on your shoulder and you woke up wishing you could see his figure, but it was just Rachel, who was worried about you.

“Hey, y/n, why don’t you go to bed?”

“Hey Rache” You smiled at her “I just fell asleep here”

“He’s not back yet, but i'm sure he’s just doing he’ll be back soon.” She talked about her mentor with pride and you smiled at her keeping the your thoughts to yourself. She didn’t need to know or worry about it.

4 days later

You were getting crazy

Five days had passed with no news about Dick. You knew something was wrong,you just couldn't quite put your finger on it. You tried to call Bruce many times, but he never answered.

It was like they had disappeared.

Night came without any news either, and the titans were reunited in the the room before the training. Rachel and Gar were inside their room, hopefully studying, while the others were talking about life like you all used to do.

You were trying to keep your mind out of it and think that he was okay, because after all, that’s what he asked you to do.

Suddenly, the elevator doors opened, and you stood up with a sight of hope that it was Dick who came back from Washington, but it revealed someone else: Bruce Wayne. He looked at you specifically, you didn’t know what to expect or what to say.

“Hey, Bruce. What’s up?” You heard Jason’s voice and Bruce kept a serious look on his face.

“Hey, Bruce. I tried to call you but i didn’t get an answer, where’s Dick?” You asked him, waiting for what he had to say.

“I...I’ve tried to figure out a way to tell you that...” He seemed to be out of words “Dick is dead Y/n, I’m sorry” he said looking in your eyes.

You stood there in silence,  trying to understand what you had just heard.

“What do you mean?” It was the only thing you were able to say.

“He got shot in the head, Y/n. I’m truly sorry. He’s gone” He had an apologetic look on his face. His voice seemed so far from you

He is gone.

Your chest felt heavy. As if someone had dropped a ton of bricks on top of you, cutting the air from reaching your lungs. You finally understood what Bruce meant.

Dick died.

Your realised you were crying when you tasted the salt of your tears.

“No...” you tried to ignore the lump that formed in your throat. “No, he- he left for a mission and he should be back by now. You were with him, and now you tell me that he is gone!?” You asked in desbelief.

“How dare you coming here and telling me that my husband is dead?” You spoke a little louder, you got closer to him now to face him;

“I’ve been waiting for him to come back home for 5 days, can you understand it? I’ve waited for him to come back, to see him or hear his voice and I got nothing, Bruce, how could you let it happen?” you screamed at the man, you were in too much pain to care about anything

You felt a hand on your shoulder. It was Jason trying to show you some support, he was also crying, the other titans were too shocked to react.

“I’m truly sorry” Bruce didn’t know how to tell you this, he tried to come earlier but he was too hurt, just like you “I brought you this box with all his things” he left a box on the table and left.

The whole situation was too much, your mind tried to process while your body couldn’t answer and the feeling in your heart was of hundreds of knives stabbing it.

Dick wasn’t coming back home anymore.

When the man left, all you could do was cry, you couldn’t move, so you stood there. Jason guided you to the couch so you could sit. The room was silent, they were also trying to digest such horrible news. Jason brought you the box, it was the only thing you received.

You took the box and thanked Jason, you needed to breath, you needed to be alone to understand, but the truth was you just wanted to run and find him. You wanted to believe it wasn’t true and that  any moment now he would walk through the  door saying he was finally back.

“I’m sorry guys, i...” You said trying to excuse to leave to your bedroom.

“Don’t worry take your time” Donna said, she understood what you were feeling because she also lost the love of her life.

You nodded  and left with the box in your hands.

When you got in the bedroom, you were broken. Every little thing you looked remind you of him. His smell was still there. You grabbed the box and opened it.

It was extremely painful, but it was the only thing he left before dying.

All of his clothes were inside;  the jacket he wore when he left.  You pulled it to your chest, hugging it hoping that the numbness would go away.

His wedding ring was also there, he used to take it off to wear the suit. You cried your heart out. You just wanted him back.

You started getting tired, it was too much for your body to take, so you slept attached to his jacket.

“Save me, y/n, save me” Dick said with blood streaming down his head.

“Tell me what I can do, Dick, I’ll save you” you cried trying to hold him.

“You can’t” He said disappearing.

Kory woke up when she heard you screaming. She ran to your bedroom, finding you asleep, disturbed by nightmares.

“y/n wake up, it’s just a nightmare.” She told you trying to shake you awake. You were covered in sweat and panting.

“Kory” You hugged her, now crying

“Shh, calm down, it’s okay”

“He asked me to save him, Kory, I couldn’t and now he’s dead”

“Listen to me, it wasn’t your fault. if you want to blame someone, blame the person who killed him, okay? You need to sleep, you’ve been through a lot.”

You nodded at her and before she left she hugged you. You were thankful for friends like Kory.

--

Days passed t and the grief was taking over you, little by little. The nightmares never stopped and the numbness never left you.

You were in the rooftop watching the sunset; you breathed deeply accepting the air from the cold breeze of San Francisco in your lungs before releasing it.

“Hey Dick” you were talking to the sky in a hope that he could hear you.

“I’m lost” You try to hold your tears “When you left, you took everything with you. The abscence of you is everywhere I look. It’s like a huge hole have been ripped through my chest and the pain only reminds me that  you are not here anymore.” tears streamed down your face;

“Wherever you are Wing; know that you are safe in my heart.”

#dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson imagines #dick grayson headcanon #dick grayson imagine #nightwing x reader #nightwing #nightwing x y/n #dc nightwing #brenton thwaites #brenton thwaites imagines

[atlafan]

Take it Slow - Part Seventy-Nine

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff and smut.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

I’m too fucking high for this right now. Harry thinks to himself as you explain your coffee chat with Seth. He may have been having a kickback with Sarah, Mitch, Gemma, and some other friends, and they may have started passing a bong around.

“Wait, so a guy you used to hook up with is bisexual and you want to set him up with Isaac?”

“Yes! Isaac’s so cute, and Seth is such a good guy, like, the best. Better than the best.”

“Please, keep tellin’ me how great Seth is, I love to hear it.” He says sarcastically.

“Oh, stop it. No one’s as good as you, that’s a given. Maybe I’ll pop by the studio tomorrow after work to see what Isaac thinks of all of it. If it works out we could all go on double dates and stuff.”

“Mmmmm, no.”

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

“Because then it would be like you two were on a date, and I don’t need that.”

“No it wouldn’t. I’ve never even been on a date with Seth.”

“But you dated.”

“No…we didn’t. Why are you getting mad about this?”

“Why are youuuu gettin’ so excited?”

“Are you okay? You’re talking funny.”

“Don’t I always talk funny to you, what with my accent?” Harry starts coughing and then starts to laugh. “Look, I can’t talk much longer, I have friends over.”

“Oh…sorry to bother you…”

“No! You weren’t botherin’ me!”

“Okay…well, bye.”

“Wait, now you’re mad.”

“I’m not mad.”

“I can’t have friends over?”

“I never said that.”

“I told you I’d be hangnin’ with friends this week.”

“You did.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

You hang up the phone and roll your eyes. Harry texts you immediately.

Harry: you’re mad at me :(

You: I’m not

Harry: you are

You groan and toss your phone on the sofa. You take a quick shower and come back to watch some TV with Buster. You have five texts from Harry.

Harry: Y/N?

Harry: where’d ya go?

Harry: love?

Harry: angel?

Harry: baby girl?

“Jesus Christ!”

You: I went to take a shower, get back to your friends

Harry: you didn’t tell me you were taking a shower

You: didn’t realize you needed a play by play

Harry: :(

You sigh and call him.

“Hello?” He says.

“Are you okay?”

“Nevah bettah.” His accent was extremely thick today.

“Harry…I feel like I always need to tell what I’m doing and who I’m doing it with, but you’re always very vague.”

“Am not.”

“Am too.”

“Okay, you wanna know what I’m doin’ then?”

“Please, enlighten me.”

“I’m with my friends at my flat, and we’re blazed.”

“You’re high?”

“Yep. Makes me a little clingier than usual, m’sorry.”

You don’t say anything. You really didn’t like the idea of him toking up. You weren’t judging, you just didn’t understand the appeal.

“You there?”

“Yeah, I’m here.”

“Are yeh disappointed?”

“No…I just don’t understand why you feel the need to do that.”

“It’s better than drinkin’ til I’m sick.”

“Is it?”

“I miss you. I miss you’re cute little face, and you’re-“

“Harry.” You smile. “Go back to your friends, babe. Go be a good little host, hm?”

“Alright. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You sigh and hang up the phone. You look at Buster who’s looking at you.

“Daddy is bonkers sometimes, Buster, absolutely bonkers.”

//

You were at the bar with your friends, one of the perks of being twenty-one, you could go out drinking and not have to worry about the cops showing up to bust you and your friends. Kate was busy with Kevin, and Sarah was busy with Ben. You rolled your eyes at them.

“Here.” Rachel says handing you a vodka-cranberry.

“Thanks.” You two clink your glasses and look over to the boys who were all playing pool.

“So, you and Seth, huh?”

“It was just one night. We haven’t hooked up since.”

“Why not? Thought you two were gonna do the friends with benefits thing.”

“We are…I think we’re both scared to make the first move again. I’m hoping tonight though. It was so good Rach.”

“Well, let’s go over there then. We can watch them play.”

You and Rachel walk over to Seth and Max, and a couple other guys. Seth smiles at you.

“Aw, you brought me a new drink, you shouldn’t have.” He says to you.

“Not yours.” You smirk.

“Can I get a sip?”

“Sure.” You hand it to him and he takes a sip. You watch as he licks his lips after.

“Thanks.” He hands it back to you. “You look hot tonight.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Well, you always look hot, but-“

“Seth, can we get back to it? It’s your turn.” One of the guys says.

He rolls his eyes and goes to make his shot. You and Rachel get bored and head to the dance floor. Seth looks for you and sees you dancing with her.

“Fuck this.” He says and goes out to the dance floor. “Mind if I cut in?”

“Not at all, she’s all yours.” Rachel pushes you towards him.

You giggle and back your ass up to his pelvis. His hands go on your hips and you start dancing together. You had danced with Seth plenty of times, but never really like this. He plants soft kisses on your cheek and neck. Your head rolls back to his shoulder.

“Wanna get out of here?” He whispers in your ear. You turn around and nod.

“Can we go to your place?”

“Course.”

He grabs your hand and leads you out. You make eye contact with Rachel quick and you nod at each other.

“You cold, want my jacket?” He asks, already taking it off.

“Yeah, thanks.” You put it on and feel warm instantly. His jacket smelt just like him.

He walks with his hands in his pockets on your decent to his off campus apartment.

“Sorry I haven’t really texted…” He finally says.

“Why are you sorry?”

“Because…we fucked and you’re my friend and we didn’t really talk after.”

“I didn’t exactly reach out to you either.”

“Awkward, right?”

“Very awkward. Why is it so awkward?”

“I don’t know…I don’t regret anything.”

“Me either.” You smile at him.

“I think it’s just hard to find the balance, you know?”

“Seth, we don’t need to play by anyone’s rules but our own. If you wanna text me after we hook up, great, if not, it’s not a big deal. If you wanna hang out as friends and not fuck we can do that, and if you wanna hang out solely so we can fuck, then that’s cool too.”

“You’re awesome.” He throws an arm around you and it stays that way for the rest of the walk.

//

After work you head to the studio to see Mariah and Isaac. Mariah was outside getting some golden hour shots with a client.

“Hey!” Isaac says brightly to you. He walks around the desk to give you a hug, and gives Buster a treat.

“Hi! So good to see you.”

“How was London?”

“It was amazing. The weather was beautiful, and Harry was a prince as always. He’s a lot of fun to travel with.”

“I got to go with him once when had to travel for Plant Geo, so much fun. I turned twenty-one on the trip, he gave me my first shot.”

“Aww. How old are you anyways?”

“Just turned twenty-three a couple months ago.” You nod. “So, are you like super lonely without your man?”

“I think I would've been, but I have Buster so it’s not so bad. He keeps my head preoccupied.”

“We miss him a lot here. He’s so funny, and way more outgoing now that there aren’t people around to piss him off.”

“That’s great! I love hearing that kind of stuff.” You bite your bottom lip and grin at him.

“What’s that look for?”

“Okay, this may be out of left field for me to say to you, but you’re single right?”

“Y/N, you’re nice and all, and as much as I’d love to see Harry naked, I don’t think a threesome is the way to go.”

“Oh my god!” You start laughing. “No! Oh my god, nope, no, that’s not where I was going at all.”

“Oh!” He starts laughing. “Sorry.” He blushes.

“So you wanna see my boyfriend naked, huh?” You smirk.

“As if you didn’t know.”

“How ‘bout I do you one better?”

“What do you mean?”

“I have a friend, a really good friend…we’ve recently reconnected. His name is Seth.”

“Seth?! As in ‘fuckin’ Seth Rowan’.” He says in Harry’s accent. “Didn’t you hook up with him back in the day?”

“How nice of Harry to air my dirty laundry with you.”

“To be fair I was trying to pry out of him why he was walking so funny one day, and he decided to tell me about Seth instead.” Your cheeks burn.

“Uh, right.” You cough nervously. “Anyways, Seth is bi…as he’s recently told me. Don’t be mad, but I showed him a picture of you and he said you were adorable.”

“Adorable? And bi? I don’t know, is he just looking to experiment?”

“No! He said he even dated a guy long enough that he introduced him to his family. I think he’s still trying to figure out in the grand scheme if he wants to be with a man or woman, but he also said he was very fluid, and you’re so sweet Isaac, I just thought-“

“Do you have a picture?”

“Tons! Hold on.” You pull out your phone and go to Seth’s Facebook.

“Oh my god…bitch you have a type.”

“Stop! They’re not that similar. Seth actually has way more tattoos than Harry. And Harry doesn’t have any piercings.”

“So this guy…said I was adorable? He looks too hard to say something like that.”

“Oh my god, Seth is the sweetest guy ever. He just has a slight punk exterior.”

“And you wanna set me up with him? That’s not weird for you?”

“Not at all.” You scoff. “We never dated, we were just friends who hooked up from time to time.”

//

Seth gets you into his room, and once the door is locked his tongue is down your throat. You feel the cool from his piercing against your tongue. His hands were cupping your face and yours were gripping the back of his shirt. You felt like you could kiss him forever.

“So are you gonna let me get a taste tonight, or what?”

“A taste?” You giggle. “of what?” He looks at you, down to your crotch, then back to your eyes.

“Oh! You actually wanna do that?”

“Um…yeah?” He kisses on your neck and you groan. “Don’t you wanna know what this feels like rubbing up against that little clit of yours?” He says into your ear. Goosebumps raise all over your body.

You kiss him against and tug his shirt up overhead. All clothes come flying off and you get on the bed. He kisses down your entire body and pushes your legs apart. The second you feel him against you, you gasp.

“Oh my god.” You say in surprise. “Wow, oh wow.” You tug at his hair. “Seth, holy shit.” You groan.

He looks up at you and smirks.

“I know it feels good, but I do have roommates.”

“Shit! Sorry.” You blush.

“I mean, it only feeds my ego, but I don’t need a pat on the back from them. Plus, poor little Maxy.”

“I’ll be quiet.” You push his head back down and you feel him chuckle against you.

You clasp a hand over your mouth as he continues to lick you up and down. Guys had gone down on your before, but not like this. Who knew a little piercing could feel so good? You tug at his hair harder when you feel your entire body get hot and your legs start to shake. You were panting and sweating and he made your body feel better than it ever had. He kisses your inner thigh as you catch your breath.

“Do you want me to, um…” You point to his throbbing cock.

“Nah, I’d rather just stick it in, that okay?”

“Yeah!”

He smiles and grabs a condom.

“Seth?”

“Yeah?”

“Sit against the headboard.”

He raises an eyebrow, but does as you say. You move to swing your leg over him but you don’t face him. You turn to look at him over your shoulder and you kiss as you line him up with you. He groans as you sink down on him. His hands trail up to your breasts.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He nips at your earlobe. “Ready to go for a ride?”

“Mhm.”

//

“And you didn’t have any feelings for him?”

“Not like how you might think. I cared a lot about him, and he cared for me.”

“So you know how big his dick is then.”

“Yes.” You blush. He raises both his eyebrows at you, waiting for a better answer. “It’s huge man, it’s so fucking big.”

“Oh shit, really?”

“Yeah, like…I couldn’t walk right for like three days after we first hooked up. Thick too.”

“Oh, he got that girth?”

“He got that girth.”

“Shit.” He blushes. “Is it bigger than Harry’s?”

“Isaac!” You squeal.

“Oh come on, just tell me.”

“It’s…Harry’s…Harry’s is the best dick I’ve ever had, dude. Like, he just knows what to do with it. Like, it just hits all the right spots. Every time we do it, it’s like the first time. Like I always need time to adjust, even still. There’s no other dick that I’d want for the rest of my life.”

“Excuse me, I need a very cold glass of water.” He saunters over to the waiting area where there’s a glass water pitcher. You laugh at him.

“So, can I set you up with Seth or not?”

“I’d like that. It’s been a while since I’ve gone on a real date. How old is he?”

“Twenty-four.”

“Oh, well that’ll be nice. And what does he do?”

“He’s in sales.”

“Making that money, okay.” You smile.

“So like do you want me to set up a dinner for the two of you, or-“

“Can we do what you did with Mariah and have a double date?”

“I brought that up to Harry, and he didn’t seem thrilled…”

“Let’s join forces. If he has to look at the two of us while we ask, there’s no way he’d say no.”

“I think you’re right.”

“Thanks for thinking of me for this by the way.”

“No one else I could’ve thought of!” You two hug and decide to grab a quick bite to eat together before going home.

When you get home you take a leap of faith and call Seth.

“Hey Y/N!”

“Hi Sethy!”

“How was your day?”

“Good, how was yours.”

“Way too fucking hot, but it was good.” You laugh and agree with him. “So what’s up?”

“Well, I talked with my friend Isaac today…”

“Oh?”

“He’s interested.”

“I didn’t doubt that he would be.”

“Narcissist.”

“Bitch.”

“Whore.”

“Slut.”

“Okay!” You both laugh. “Jesus. Anyways, we wanna set up a double sate to take the edge off, but I have to convince Harry of it.”

“Oh, so he’s not into the idea of hanging out more intimately with a guy you used to have insanely hot sex with?” He asks sarcastically.

“Can you stop saying stuff like that?”

“Why, it making you all flustered?”

“No! You wish.” You hear him chuckle.

“I’m kidding, you know that right?”

“Yes.”

“Well, look, I think a double date is a great idea, and I hope you can get him on board with it.”

“I’m sure I’ll be able to.”

“Just suck his dick, and keep sucking after he comes, you’re good at that.”

“Seth!”

“Oh, does he not know where you learned that?”

“I will murder you, I will come there and end your life. If we all go out and you can’t say things like that.”

“Obviously! I’m not stupid.”

“Jesus, you scare me sometimes, you really do.”

“When’s he come home, by the way? You lonely?”

“Why do people keep asking me that?” You sigh. “He’ll be home in three days. And I’m not super lonely, I have Buster.”

“Buster? Oh! Your dog.” He laughs.

“I can’t think about missing him too much or else I get kind of sad.”

“You really love him, don’t you?”

“More than anything. I’ve never felt this way before.”

“Think you’ll marry him someday?”

“Definitely.”

“That’s nice. I’ve seen you cry over too many douches, I’m glad you’re with someone that can really take care of you.”

“He takes the best care of me, Seth. We take care of each other.”

You and Seth talk for hours. You tell him so many things about Harry, and he talks about some of his past relationships. You talk for so long you fall asleep with your phone in your hand.

//

There was a party at the boy’s place. You and Seth kept making eyes across the room. You had been hooking up pretty regularly. There was another girl at the party trying to get his attention. He was humoring her, but his eyes kept falling to you. He tells the girl he needs to use the bathroom, but his feet take him to you instead.

“Hey.” He says, taking a sip of his drink.

“Hi.” You smile and bite the rim of your cup.

“You drunk?”

“A little. You?”

“A little.” You both giggle. You put your hand on his shoulder.

“Listen, um, I know this is your party and you probably don’t wanna leave.” He starts laughing. “Come on let me do it.” He makes a serious face and you clearn your throat. “You probably don’t want to leave, but I need to get back to my apartment, and I don’t wanna walk alone.” You pout. “Would you be able to walk me home?”

“You know, it would be rude to leave my guests…” He looks you up and down. “But as a gentleman and a scholar, I find it to be my civic duty to make sure a pretty girl such as yourself get home safely.”

“So selfless of you.”

“What can I say? I live to serve.”

He smirks and puts an arm around you. You knew you’d have your room to yourself tonight. It was perfect.

“Do you have everything?”

“Mhm, got my purse right here.”

“Cool.”

He leads you to the front door and you both slip out.

//

“You look exhausted.” Niall says when he picks you up for work.

“I am.”

“Why?”

“I was up all night on the phone.”

“Aww, you and Harry just miss each other that much?”

“I…wasn’t on the phone with Harry.” Niall gives you a confused look.

“Who could you possibly be on the phone with then?”

“Seth.”

“Y/N!”

“It’s not what you think! I’m setting him up with Isaac, remember? I spoke with Isaac yesterday and he’s into it. So I called Seth to tell him, and then he asked me all these questions about Harry. I pretty much mouth vomited about Harry. He told me about some of his relationships too. It was totally innocent. We used to talk all the time.”

“You’re a guy-friend girl.” He shakes his head.

“What?!”

“That’s your thing. You have the girls, but you I swear you prefer guy friends.”

“I suppose you’re not wrong. Guys are just so much easier…”

“That’s a load of bull.”

“Is not! Seth and I were friends for years and he was always easy to talk to. He still is. You’re really easy to talk too.” You grab his hand and give it a squeeze. “Niall?”

“What?”

“Do you think I’m replacing you?”

“No.” He pouts.

“Niall!”

“What?”

“I’m not replacing you!”

“Course not, I’m the one you replaced Seth with.”

“Don’t do this, don’t be like this.”

“I can’t remember the last time we just talked on the phone all night.”

“You wanna call me tonight? Let’s have a phone call tonight.”

“No, now it’s a force.”

“Do…do you and Sarah want to come over for dinner tonight?”

“I think that would be nice, yeah.”

All men are babies. You think to yourself.

//

“That’s nice they’re comin’ over for dinner tonight. What are yeh havin’?”

“I’m grilling some veggies.”

“Nice!”

“I miss you.” Your voice cracks.

“Babe…”

“I wish you were home.”

“Two more days.”

“I know.”

“Please don’t cry, if you cry then I’m gonna cry and if I cry again I think my sister will murder me.” You start laughing and so does he.

“I just want you home…I’m sorry.”

“Just think, in like a week we’re gonna be at a nice beach house for like five days with all our friends for your birthday.”

“Yeah, it’ll be so much fun.” You hear your buzzer. “They’re here, I better go. I love you.”

“Love you too babe.”

You let Sarah and Niall in, and the three of you get settled outside.

“Mm, I didn’t even know you could grill veggies.” Sarah says. “This is yummy.”

“Thanks!”

“So…how’s Seth?” She smiles.

“Oh good, Niall told you we were talking.” You glare at him.

“Didn’t realize it was a secret.” He smirks.

“It’s not. And he’s good. I’m setting up with Isaac.”

“He’s gay?!” She nearly spits. “No fucking way, that man loves pu-“

“He’s bi…” You say before she can finish the sentence.

“Oh… well alright then.” She sits back and Niall is glaring at her. “What?”

“Nothin’.” He sips his water.

“He’s pretty excited to meet Isaac. I think they could be good together.”

“Isaac is so sweet, he deserves a little loving.” Sarah says.

“Exactly! The second Seth told me he was into guys I immediately thought of Isaac.”

//

The next couple of days go by agonizingly slow. You were going nuts without Harry. You and Seth text off and on, and Isaac texts you a bit too. Eventually the day comes where you’re supposed to pick Harry up at the airport. You take a half day from work to go get him.

You change into a cute pair of shorts and a short sleeve shirt to go pick him up. You drive up to the pick up area of Logan and see him just walking out. Everything felt like slow motion. He had his sunglasses on, a snapback, shorts and a t-shirt that says Girls Are Smarter on it. Your jaw drops. It was like you were seeing him for the first time ever. You park and immediately get out of the car. He smiles when he sees you. He drops his bag and picks you up as you jump into his arms.

“Fuck, I missed you.” He says as he kisses you.

“I missed you too.” You groan against his lips. He sets you down and you both rush into the car.

He keeps his hand on your thigh as you drive out of the airport, and squeezes it.

“Harry, we just need to make it home.”

“I know.” You were completely flustered.

“How, um, how was your flight?”

“Good.” He smirks.

“And, uh, the rest of your week? It was good?”

“Yup. How wet do you think your knickers are right now?”

“Harry, please. We’re twenty minutes from home, please.”

Buster yips from the backseat.

“Oh shit! I didn’t even see him, hey buddy!” Harry gives Buster his hand and he licks it.

You get up to your apartment, and through the door. Buster runs over to his bowl of water and then settles into his dog bed. You pin Harry up against the wall of the front hall and he raises both eyebrows at you. You grab his face and pulls him down for a kiss. Your tongue is in his mouth in seconds. His hands go to undo your shorts and yours move down to undo his.

You yank his shorts and boxers down, and kneel in front of him.

“Babe, I’ve just been on a plane for six hours, don’t you want me to-oh, okay, ngh, shit.”

He was already down your throat. You didn’t care about anything right now. You wanted him so bad. You look up at him while you swallow around him and his mouth falls open. You smirk at him and hollow your cheeks. You bob up and down on him and grown. His head rolls back to the wall.

“I’m gonna come if you keep doin’ that.” You suck on him faster. He grabs you and pulls you off.

“Wha-“

“Don’t wanna come yet.” He pulls you to your feet. “But I appreciate your enthusiasm.”

He pulls you in for a kiss and walks you over to the couch. You each tug your shirts off, and he unhooks your bra. He kisses down your chest and sucks a nipple into his mouth.

“Ah, fuck.” You moan. He reaches a hand between your legs.

“Jesus, you’re soaked.”

“I want you so bad Harry, please just fuck me. Come on, take me on the couch.”

Harry sits down on the edge of the sofa and pats his legs you. You sit down on him, straddling him, facing him, taking him in.

“You look so tan.”

“Got outside for a bit.”

“Oh yeah?”

You sink your teeth into the crook of his neck and suck on him.

“Yeah.” He breathes.

You line him up with you and and sink down on him.

“Holy shit!” You yell. “Oh my god.” The familiar stretch from him was so satisfying.

“Fuckin’ missed you.” He slots his lips over yours and works his way to your neck and his arms press you close to him.

You move your hips in small circles at first, adjusting to him easier. You start to move up and down on him and he moans out. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth and tug at his hair as he thrusts up into you. You’re bouncing up and down on him at a delicious pace. You two continue to kiss each other sloppily.

Wet kisses trail down your neck to your chest as he sucks on your skin, leaving mark after mark. Your nails dig into his back and claw down when he starts to hit your g-spot.

“God, do that again.”

“It’ll leave marks if I do.”

“When have I ever fuckin’ cared about you leaving a mark on me?”

“Good point.”

He gives another sharp thrusts and your nails trail down his back again. He groans again. His hands on your hips move you faster and faster on him.

“Oh my god, Harry, fuck, I’m gonna come, baby, shit!”

You moan loudly and release around him. You rest your head against his shoulder as he continues to thrust up into you. He picks you up off of him and bends you over the side of the couch. You grin and gasp when he reenters you. He smacks you ass a couple of times as he rocks in and out of you. A hand snakes around to rub your sensitive clit.

His other hand is on the base of the back of your neck as he drives into you. Your hands grip the sofa and your knuckles turn white.

“Tell me how good it feels, Harry!”

“Feels so fuckin’ good!”

He rubs your clit faster and your legs start to shake. You come again, but he continues to pound into you.

“Fuck, Harry! I want you to come for me!”

“Yeah, you want me to fill that cunt up?”

“God, yes!”

His thrusts get sloppy, but they’re forceful. His comes shoots into you and you gasp at the feeling. He takes a moment to catch his breath before he pulls out of you. You stand up and turn around. You wrap your arms around his torso and rest your head against his chest. His arms wrap around you and he kisses the top of your head.

“My baby.” You coo. “My doll.” He chuckles and tilts your chin up to look at him.

“Can we go to the bedroom?”

“Mhm.” You smile.

“Do you have enough energy to, um…” You give his bum a little pat.

“Want me to take care of you?”

“Please, I’m desperate for it.” He rests his forehead against yours. “Well, not so much it, more so watching you do it to me.”

“I would love to take you in there, and make you feel so fucking good.” You kiss him. “Let’s go.”

//

You and Harry spent the entire afternoon in bed together, taking turns making each other feel good. You took care of that ass just like he wanted. Instead of going right to the bath though, he had you sit on his face. It wasn’t something you did often, but when you did it felt amazing. It was only a week apart, but it felt way longer.

You spent some time snuggling and giggling and talking. He showed you some pictures he took on his phone and you would steal kisses from him while he was talking. You were ravenous by the time it you would normally eat dinner.

“Wanna go out tonight, or are you exhausted?” You ask him.

“Yeah we could go grab a bite.” He smiles. “I need to shower though.”

“Me too.”

You both rinse off quick and get dressed.

“Where do you feel like goin’?” He asks as he gets a t-shirt on.

“Anywhere’s fine. Did you wanna see what Niall and Sarah are up to?”

“Nah.”

“Nah?”

“Yeah, I just wanna spend time with you.” You kiss him.

“We could go down to that pizza place that has the cauliflower crust.”

“Oh! Great idea.” You both leave the bedroom. “Buster, mummy and daddy are goin’ out. We’ll the TV on for you. We won’t be long.” He pats him on the head.

You both head out and start your walk to the pizza place. It was a beautiful night. Harry kept your hand in his. You feel your phone go off and see that it’s Seth.

“Hey!”

“Hey, how was your day?”

“Good, my doll is home.” You look up at Harry and smile.

“Oh that’s great! He fuck you up when you got home?”

“A little bit yeah.” You chuckle.

“Oh good, I’m glad.” He laughs. “I watched that movie you suggested last night, and it was as funny as you said.”

“Right?! I still can’t believe you had never-“ You look up at Harry. “Hey, w’re about to get dinner…”

“Oh shit, yeah, um, enjoy! Talk later?”

“Sure! I’ll text you.”

“Cool, bye!”

“Bye!”

Harry looks down at you as you put your phone back in your pocket.

“You didn’t have to rush off the phone.”

“I know, I just, wanna be in the moment with you, that’s all. I can talk to him anytime.”

You and Harry get into the pizza place and seat yourselves. A waiter comes over to take your order. You each order a beer for a drink as well.

“So…when did you want this super fun double date to happen?”

“Harry.” You sigh. “I’m not going to force you to do something you don’t want to do.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to…” He runs a hand through his hair. “I just, like, what if this is all some elaborate scheme for him to steal you away from me. I mean, does he call you every day?”

“Not every day…but we’ve been talking more. Harry, he’s not interested in me, not like that. We never wanted a relationship with each other. It was strictly physical.”

“It could still be physical.”

“But I only want you.” You put your hand over his and squeeze it. “I only ever want you.”

“He’s a little similar to me, it freaks me out a bit. It’s like you have a type or somethin’.” You scoff and shake your head.

“Maybe on the outside you two have some things in common, but you’re two very different people, I can assure you.”

“And Isaac’s excited about him?”

“Very excited.” Harry sighs and takes a sip of his beer.

“Okay, after your birthday weekend, we can all go on a double date.”

“Really?” You beam at him.

“He seems important to you, and I’m tryin’ to be less jealous about the people in your life. I mean, my friend Sarah has been in my life for a long time and you didn’t get jealous once.”

“She’s with Mitch.”

“But still. You’re always so…secure.”

“Because I love you more than an anything Harry, you’re my everything.” He smiles at you.

“And you’re mine.”

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“Hey, can you get me a grande iced macchiato?” one of your coworkers asks you on your way out. Your boss wanted coffee, you wanted coffee and any reason not to be stuck in the office on such a gorgeous day, so you volunteered to do the coffee run for everyone. The word spread around your office fast, this being the fourth person to stop you on your walk out the door to tell you their order and give you money for the twelfth drink order that you were going to have to carry. 

“Gotcha. I’m putting it on my card, so I’ll Venmo you the difference?” Once you get the ok from her, you make a beeline towards the door so no one else asks you for coffee. You already weren’t sure how you were going to carry the twelve drinks the three blocks from the coffee shop back to your office. Taking out your phone to rehearse the dozen drink order in your head so you don’t sound like an idiot when you approach the counter, you shift to the Find my Friends app to see if anyone is around to help you. 

“Hey, Rach,” you say into the phone when your roommate picks up. “I need help carrying drinks to the office, would you be able to help me? You’re at the dinner across the street.” 

“Uh, yeah,” you hear her say. You can hear a familiar voice on the other end asking who it was, for her to tell her to just say, “My roommate.” It sounded almost like Brock. You two had been seeing each other for about a month now, going on dates and hanging out, but you weren’t official or anything like that just yet. As far as you were concerned, he was free to see other people, but your roommate of all people? “I just need to pay for my lunch so I’ll meet you there. Sound good?”

“Sure. See you soon.” There was no need for you to feel anything about Brock being out to lunch with your roommate. You never said anything about her being off-limits, but you would think that a guy wouldn’t date a girl and her roommate at the same time, right? 

You get into the Starbucks, the line not too long considering the lunch rush was just about over. Going over the twelve drinks in your head yet again and praying that you don’t mess anyone’s up, you zone out and find yourself staring out the window. Your attention snaps across the street to the cafe, where you see the familiar red hair of Rachel in the arms of an equally familiar broad-shouldered blonde haired boy. When they pull away, you finally make the connection. The guy on the phone with her was Brock. Why were they at lunch together? Why didn’t she tell you? And why were you freaking out over this? 

You get up to the cashier and start spitting out the orders, apologizing profusely for the long order like the millennial/gen-z cusper you were. After what seemed like too long, Rachel finally comes up to you, a weird happiness about her that you’ve only seen when she’s been out with someone she really likes. 

“Hey, love. How’d you get roped into getting a baker’s dozen coffees?”

“Just a dozen, not a baker’s dozen, thankfully. Holding thirteen coffees seems like some weird bad luck omen just waiting to ruin my life,” you joke, trying to remain calm. Do you ask her why she was with Brock, or do you play it cool? Well as cool as you can considering the marathon your mind was running after seeing Rachel with Brock. 

“You have such weird superstitions. Why do I live with you?” 

“Who else would?” you joke, earning a smack on the arm from her, “But how was lunch? Was it a treat yourself kinda day or were you meeting up with someone?” 

“Uh, just meeting up with someone from school.” She still has a smile on her face, but she won’t look you in the eye. Why was she lying? Do you tell her you know she was with Brock?

“Oh, who?” The two of you have been in school together since high school; everyone she knew, you knew. Why won’t she just tell you?

“Remember, Bailey?”

“From my history class? You hated him. Rachel, he told you your eyebrows were uneven while you were hooking up.”

“We’re in public!” she says, blushing, but still smiling, “And besides, we had a class together last semester; we just sort of forgot about that whole freshman year crap and became friends. He was back in the city, so he hit me up to grab lunch.” 

All of you hated that she was lying right to your face. You just wanted to know why? There was no reason for you to be this upset over her getting lunch with Brock; one of her friends from work was friends with one of his friends or something like that. Basically, she had a closer connection to him than you did, so why should it matter?

The barista finally calls your name with your annoyingly large coffee order, you apologizing for what was probably a fourth time over how large it was while Rachel takes two of the trays and you take one. You needed the free hand to get into your building with your ID, and you couldn’t do that with two trays of coffee. 

Rachel goes on and on about something from work, trying to change subjects so that you won’t ask anything else about lunch. Neither of you were dumb; both of you knew she was lying and neither of you wanted to admit it. 

As you get back to your office, your phone starts buzzing in your pocket with messages. Brock had sent a string of texts; two memes that he found and wanted to share with you, and then ‘any chance I can see you tonight??’ Even though you were paranoid that he was seeing your roommate, you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of seeing him. 

“Who’s got you blushing?” Rachel asks, craning her neck trying to see your phone. “Is it Brock?”

“Uh, yeah, he wants to see me tonight.” 

“What are ya gonna do?” she asks in a slightly childish voice, wiggling her eyebrows. 

You had told him that you would, asking what he was planning. “He said that it was a surprise, but dress ‘nice.’ What does that mean?” 

“Ask him how nice?”

“I don’t think he would know how to answer that question.” 

You both burst out laughing; the boys you had dated in the past had never been good at suggesting proper attire for the date, they were as vague as Brock was, or they wouldn’t even say anything at all. One guy once told you that they were taking you somewhere really special, so you wore a nicer dress. He ended up taking you to his brother’s senior day for his college lacrosse team. You haven’t seen that guy since. 

“I can help you pick something out when we get home?” Rachel suggests once you get up to your office. The swarm of people comes for their coffee, you starting to Venmo each of them for whatever change they were owed. 

“Yeah, that sounds great!” With everyone trying to figure out which coffee belonged to them, you nearly forgot that you had seen Rachel and Brock literally on a date not even half an hour before. “I’ll see you at home.” 

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“What could he possibly have planned that would require me to dress ‘nice?’ And what does nice even mean? Like something that I would wear to work? Something that I would wear when we go out to the bars on a Saturday night? Something that I would go to Mass in when my parents come to town and force me to go with them?” You were freaking out over Brocks date attire suggestion. The entire rest of your day at work, you had been trying to get him to tell you more about what you were doing. All he said was that you were going to like it. Nothing more. 

But what was even worse was when you had called him on your way home from work, like you did at least once a week. You had asked him what his day had been like, and all he said was that he had practice. You knew he was at that cafe. There are only so many men in Vancouver who look like a Disney prince like he does. It had to be him with Rachel.

“It could be worse. It could have been like the lax guy.” 

“Men are so dumb,” you turn to her, a shirt in your hands. “What about this?” 

“That makes you look like a nun.” 

“Hey!” you say, throwing it at her. “Can you please actually help me instead of just sitting on my bed playing with the pillows?” Every time she was in your room, she had a habit of rearranging the pillows that were on your bed. She hated the way you had them and didn’t seem to care that you liked them that way. 

“I don’t get why you don’t like my pillow arrangement. You would spend so much more time on your bed if you had them like this instead of just the pile that you had.” She gets up and goes over to your closet, flipping through the clothing that you had. “What about this?” She pulls out one of the rompers that you got and have never worn. You loved it, you just hadn’t had a place to wear it yet. 

“Is that too nice, though?” Boys not knowing how to describe fashion was frustrating. 

“Nah, wear it, with these shoes.” She practically chucks the nude pair of sandals that you have at your head, you just barley dodging them since she wasn’t looking where she was throwing things. “Can I borrow this at some point?” she asks, pulling out your black cardigan. 

“Get out.” You push her out the door, taking the cardigan and shutting the door behind her. You lean against your door. Why didn’t you know how to ask her why she was with Brock? It was too late now; Brock was going to be at your place to pick you up in less than half an hour. Knowing Rachel, any story or explanation she would conjure up would take at least an hour for her to get through. 

‘Can’t wait to see you :)’ came up on your phone from Brock, which mean he was just about to leave his place. That also meant you had hurry the fuck up and get dressed instead of rearranging the pillows thanks to Rachel. 

But what was Rachel doing with Brock at lunch today? Should you ask him about it? But he already lied to you. You just wanted to know why they both lied. 

“Wow,” Brock says when you finally get into his car. “You’re... you look... wow.” 

You can’t help but blush at his stammering. “Thanks, you look pretty wow yourself. But where are we going?” 

“You’ll see,” he smirks, pulling away from your building.

He starts talking about something going on within the team, but you weren’t paying attention. He looked so good in his outfit; a white short sleeve button down with powder blue dress pants and brown shoes. It was admittedly a fuck boy outfit, but hey, he pulled it off. While driving, you realized your eyes were in his direction, but you weren’t actually looking at him. You were zoning out, freaking out about earlier still, the same questions running through your mind over and over again: why, why, why?

“Hey, Y/N? We’re here.” He parks his car, rushing out to help you out from the passenger side. 

“The aquarium?” you say, excited. You’ve always loved going to the aquarium since you were a little girl. The best moments in your life were always there; your parents told you that you were going to have a little brother one time when they took you, you found out your cousin got engaged while you were there on a school trip, you got your acceptance letter to your top choice university, you got the most incredible job offer while there with your fraternity for a social event. Everything good came from a day at the aquarium, no matter what aquarium it was. 

“Have you ever been to one before?” he asks, taking your hand and leading you inside.

“Anytime I go to the aquarium, something good always happens.” 

“Oof, I’ve got a lot to live up to then, don’t I?” 

“Well, that just means you tell me or do something great. So no pressure,” you joke as he leads you further into the aquarium, not stopping for anything. “Wait, but, look at the fish!” you whine like a child as he pulls you deeper into the building.

“We have time for that later, don’t worry.” You didn’t think the aquarium could actually be that big, but after walking for what seemed like forever, he finally stops. “Are you ready for this?” You nod as he leads into one last room; glass walls surrounding the entire room, fish, sharks, turtles, everything you could imagine swimming around the enclosure, with a blanket and picnic basket set up in the middle of the room. 

“What is this?”

“This is the first part of our date tonight.” 

“The first part?”

He sits you down, starting to take out the food from the basket. “Well yeah, I have a whole night planned. Here, dig in,” he hands you a container, still a little warm full of penne a la vodka, one of your favorite meals.

“Where’d you get all this?” you ask, starting to dig in, “Holy shit this is so good.” 

“I made it!”

“Seriously?” You had no idea he could cook, but damn you were glad he did. You loved spending time with him, you just wish this were more of a permanent dating thing, not him seeing your roommate behind your back and both of them lying about it. “Ok, but you have to tell me what else you have planned.” 

“Well, by the time we were finished eating, we would have enough time to get over to Lighthouse Park where we could watch the sunset together and be all corny and sappy and crap because you love sunsets, and then go to Earnest Ice Cream where they have your three favorite flavors: lavender, birthday cake, and London Fog.”

You sit there, mouth wide open in shock. You don’t remember telling him any of that, but he had planned the absolute perfect date. “How did you know? And why now?” 

“Well, I was gonna wait until the sunset to ask you, but, now that you said good things always happen at aquariums, I might as well do it now. And this is corny and cliche, but only because you love that” he starts, getting visibly nervous. He reaches out and takes your hand in his, his cheeks turning red, a smile covering his face, “Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?”

You wanted to say yes. You hadn’t been seeing anyone but him, but you weren’t sure if he was doing the same. But him asking meant that he would want to only see you right? “Can I ask you something first?” He looks slightly shocked by the lack of a real answer, but nods his head anyway, “How come I saw you with Rachel at that cafe for lunch? And then why did neither of you tell me about it?”

“Rachel lives with you. She knows you better than anyone. How else would I be able to plan the perfect date to ask you to be mine without spoiling everything? I’ve been, like, secretly meeting with her to plan everything out.” 

“You weren’t on a date with her?”

He starts laughing again, lifting you off the group so he can wrap you in a hug. “You’re the only one I want to date. You are the girl I want to be with.”

“I want to be with you too,” you tell him as he plants a kiss on your head. 

“So is that a yes?”

“Of course.” 

“I guess, though,” he says, separating himself from you just enough so he can look you in the face, “if this doesn’t work out, then I could go out with Rachel.”

You both start laughing, “Don’t push it, please.”

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