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guppiechuu · 24 days ago

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irresistible s.j. ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ (my little gift to you, yay for 100 followers!!)

length: 1.4k

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, light masturbation

synopsis: in which your boyfriend, jake, struggles to pay attention to what you're saying, too distracted by how cute you look getting ready for bed.

⤷ chuu's 💌 ── .✦ (read part two here.)

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Jake was trying to listen to you. Honest.

He was trying to focus on the words that were tumbling out of your mouth, a long winded description of your day and who you’d run into at the store and how annoying your friends could be and where you wanted to go over the weekend with him.

But you were prancing around in your pjs, thighs exposed under your little pink shorts, midriff peeking out every time you reached up to hang something back up in your closet.

He’d been waiting patiently for you to come home, sprawled in your bed scrolling on his phone for what felt like hours. He wasn’t even thinking about fucking you, but somehow he’d ended up with a hard-on anyways.

It wasn’t his fault. Your sheets were all soft and smelled like you, the corners bunched from where you’d grabbed them last night. Mixed in was the smell of his cologne, and the lotion you always used. The smell of both of you mingled together drove him crazy, sparking a build of pressure in his stomach.

It was like your room was designed to turn him on.

The miniskirt you’d worn out with him was hanging off the side of your hamper, wrinkled from his grip on your thighs. Your dresser drawer was half open, the one where you kept your vibrator hidden under your underwear. He could see the pink silicone poking out over the edge.

What had started as a half-hearted absentminded touch—just to ease the tension building beneath his sweats—had become a full on over-the-pants rub out. You wouldn’t be home for a little while longer, and you’d be tired from your day. If he could just take care of that gnawing ache beneath his boxers, he’d be able to drift off happily to sleep with you in his arms.

Well, you got home sooner than he’d expected.

“Jake?” You called, your footsteps echoing up the stairs towards your room.

Jake pulled his hand away from his groin, looking up as you came through your door, already exploding into your daily debrief for him.

“You were totally right. The sale ended yesterday.” You pouted. “I stopped by on my way home and everything was back to full price. I’m such a dummy, I should’ve gone last weekend like you said.”

“That’s alright baby,” He said, slightly breathless. His mind was scrambling to return to normal. “I’ll take you next weekend. I can pay, I don’t mind.”

You gave him a shy smile, bending over your bed to give him a kiss to the corner of his mouth. His stomach fluttered, the persistent ache beneath his boxers still there.

You got on with your nightly routine: changing out of your clothes, slipping into the pajamas laid out on your chair. You put your hair up as you spoke, missing a few strands that curled down the nape of your neck.

Jake was going crazy.

He bit his lip as you talked, nodding along to everything you were saying, trying to listen to every word. But he was just so damn into you—it was chemical at this point.

Just the smell of you on your sheets had him in a heated rut, and now you were there in front of him, soft-skinned and basically half-naked.

“Jungwon and Sunoo are going out for dinner on Friday. Do you think we can go?”

“Mm, yeah,” He said absentmindedly, watching the way your back curved under the waistband of your shorts. He shifted slightly, aching for you under his pants.

“Don’t you have solo practice that evening?”

“Hm?”

“Friday. I thought you reserved a studio for that night.”

“Oh, yeah. I did.”

Did what? Jake could hardly focus.

You weren’t oblivious to the way he was adjusting on your bed, his hand going to rest over his crotch nonchalantly. He’d always had a bad poker face.

When your boyfriend wanted you, there was no way to hide it.

“Are you okay?” You half-laughed, watching as he palmed himself slightly through his sweats.

“Mhm,” He said, still not fully paying attention. His hips jutted slightly, chasing the friction of his hand.

“Jakey,” You murmured, raising an eyebrow at him.

He gave you an apologetic smile. “Sorry, baby. I’m listening, I swear.”

You narrowed your eyes at him but went on, talking about which restaurants Sunoo had suggested. But it was obvious Jake’s mind was elsewhere.

He kept shifting where he sat, not-so-subtly pressing his hips up into his hand, eyes tracking you wherever you moved. He was getting more and more flustered—dragging his hand through his hair, tugging on the neck of his hoodie, chewing on his lip until you thought it might actually bleed.

“What’s up with you?” You laughed. “It’s like you’re ovulating or something.”

He smiled, lip between his teeth. “You’re way too hot. It’s fucked up.”

“I’m glad to know the pajama look is doing it for you, weirdo.”

Oh, but it was. Your cute little ass and the squish of your thighs, all on display for him to see. He wanted to devour you right then and there, put his lips all over your body, taste every inch of you.

“You’re the one parading around in those little shorts,” He protested. “It’s not fair.”

“It’s not? I could always… take them off, if they’re bothering you that much?” Your eyes glinted playfully and Jake’s dick throbbed, aching.

He groaned as you hooked your fingers over them, sliding them all the way down your legs and kicking them to the side.

“Baaabe, that’s not fair,” He whined, falling over to bury his face in your comforter. “You’re being mean.”

“You’re the one not listening to anything I’m saying,” You teased.

Jake felt the edge of the bed dip down and he peeked out from the corner of his eye. You’d pulled your shirt off too, tits exposed, stomach bare. The torturous, tantalizing way you preferred to sleep. He cursed under his breath.

“Missed you today,” You said, climbing on top of him.

He rolled under you, flat on his back, as your legs went on either side of his waist. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He lifted his head up as you leaned down to kiss him again, his hands flat on your ass. Fuck, he loved your body. The weight of you on his groin sent a shiver of pleasure up his stomach.

“Y/n,” He protested as you leaned back, grinding your hips down on him.

“What, you don’t want it?”

“Aren’t you tired, baby? You’ve been up all day.”

You shook your head, grabbing onto his shoulders as he sat up beneath you. “Come on, you know me, Jakey. Can’t fall asleep unless I feel you.”

And you felt him alright. The fabric of his sweats were thin—you could feel how stiff he was, dick rubbing deliciously against your core which was getting wetter by the second.

He groaned again as you sped up, hips working beneath his hands. He grabbed ahold of your waist and flipped you both over, digging his hips down into yours as he opened his mouth against you.

“Feels so good, baby,” He said against your lips.

Your underwear was slick, wetting the front of his pants. He didn’t give a fuck. All he cared about was keeping his cock wedged between your folds, chasing the pressure that was building in his stomach.

“Jake,” You panted, reaching out to pull his sweats and boxers down.

He put a hand between your legs, pushing your soaked underwear to the side and pressing his dick up against you, skin to skin.

“Fuck,” He moaned, shivering at how wet and hot you were for him.

“Fuck me?” You asked, pushing your hips up into him.

He obliged, sliding himself inside you until he was buried to the hilt. You stretched around him perfectly, your walls all soft and soaked for him.

It was a quick fuck. He rutted into you, holding your hips down with a ringed hand as his body stuttered, the release of pent-up tension blurring his thoughts momentarily.

You moaned into his mouth while you came, your legs wrapped around his waist to hold him in closer, deeper. His body shook, hips jutting into yours as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, your name spilling from his mouth.

He curled his hips into yours as you both came down, a thin layer of sweat gracing both your faces. Jake was breathing heavily, planting kisses all over your face as you giggled beneath him.

“So.” Kiss.

“Fucking.” Kiss.

“Hot.” Kiss.

After, you curled into his chest in the dark, breathing in the warm smell of his skin.

“Night,” You mumbled into the base of his neck, pressed as close as one could possibly be.

“Good night, baby,” He yawned. “M’gonna fuck you again in the morning.”

You smiled against his throat. “Promise?” You said teasingly.

“On my life.”

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⤷ chuu's 💌 ── .✦ hiiii guys thank you so so much for 100 followers!! I’ve said this before but I’m new to tumblr and really just wanted a place to be an enha freak without anyone irl finding me hehe ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

it makes me so happy when y’all interact with my writing and just warms my heart so much that people like reading my stuff idk idk I’m happy just thinking about it (>⩊<)

enjoy this quick little oneshot that my roommate actually inspired (thanks bestie). I hope I can keep writing stuff that yall enjoy!!! have a great day :3 .☘︎ ݁˖

#enhypen #enhypen jake #enhypen imagines #sim jaeyun #jake sim #enhypen x reader #boyfriend jake #jake imagines #jake x reader #jake smut #enhypen hard hours #guppiechuu

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thesuperiorrobin · 4 months ago

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Safe space~

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Fem!Crush!Reader

Warnings: none

Damian needed to get out of the house.

Immediately.

Somehow, everybody seemed to be pushing his buttons just right, from the way Jason would just come in unannounced and eat the food while chewing loudly, Dick trying to invade his personal space while completely yelling in his ear, and when Tim would enter a room he was in he would get this annoyed and ticked off feeling that just had him puffing and glaring at the tired man. He needed to leave the manor or else the entire building would be ashes on the ground in the next ten minutes. Bruce was nowhere to be seen and Alfred was doing his own little thing in the kitchen, probably feeding a very hungry Jason.

Damian hides himself in a black car that belonged to his father, a nice old Aston Martin DBS and as he sits in the driver's seat with his phone in his hands he can only stare at the screen, thumbs typing away.

Damian: are you awake?

His eyes glance up at the time on his phone, reading 10:37 pm. He hopes you’re awake, considering it’s a school night after all. He waits for a response, three minutes go by and his phone vibrates in his hands.

You: yeah was literally about to go to bed and rote until 3 am.

You: why? Wanna play Roblox?

You: see I told you it wasn’t so bad. Now I got you addicted 🙄🤚

Damian rolls his eyes at his screencast shaking his head as he starts to type. On your side of the screen, you can see the bubble disappear and appear, for a solid minute before he finally sends the message.

Damian: if you are not busy, I would like for you to accompany me.

You: YAY ROADTRIP😩

You: where we going?

You: also I’m like broke .38 cents isn’t really going get me anything.

Damian: Anywhere. I just need to get out of the house to take a breather and don’t worry about it, whatever you need I’ll get it for you.

You: you okay? Did something happen?

Damian: No. Just be ready when I get there.

You: okay😑

He really hates that stupid emoji.

You’re running out the door when you get the ‘I’m here’ message from him and Damian watches as you almost miss a step and trip over your own feet. You make it into his car in one piece and buckle yourself in.

Damian can see that you were getting ready to lay in bed, entering his car with your hair out of your face, all cozied up with warm black pants that had kuromis imprinted all over, and a black zip-up sweater that’s keeping you warm.

“Helloooo~” you breathe out, placing your tote bag on your lap as you glance at Damian “So where we going?”

“Are you hungry?”

“Yeah….but I wanna skip the meal and go straight for the dessert!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah” you shrug “we got free will, why not use it”

This is where you were now, in the car as your choice of music plays softly, after Damian so kindly gave you the Aux after complaining about his music taste for a solid minute. Your seat is, moved back giving you room to get comfortable as you face Damian with your leg bent over the other.

You seem to be yapping away with the milkshake in hand as you wave it around slightly and he listens, eating away at his ice cream cone as he watches your every move.

Damian feels at ease, relaxing up against his seat as he glances at you—eyeing every feature on your face. From every eyelash to every acne scar to every birthmark to the smile lines that grace your face. He’s memorized them by now. You feel his eyes on you, and as you glance up to stare up at him he looks away shyly.

Clearly out of character for him.

“Is there something on my face?” you question as your arms reach out to pull down the car's visor, seeing as it had a little mirror to look at with little lights to see in the dark “Do I have whipped cream on me?”

“No… just thinking” he breathes out, eyes fixed out ahead of him.

You hum, eyes never leaving the visor as you answer back “Does that have anything to do with why you wanted to get out of the house tonight?”

He doesn’t answer instead, he takes a glance back at you. You’re staring back at him with a questionable look, visor now put back up. He takes a look at your hand, fingernails shining in the moonlight.

“Did you get your nails done?” He’s quick with the topic change, seeing as you glance down to show him but you retreat your hand back with a glare.

“Don’t change the subject!”

It takes hums a moment to answer before sighing “It was nothing serious….every little thing my brothers did irritate me”

“Ah…sibling irritation” you let out a breathy laugh “I get it, your brothers can be a handful sometimes”

At least you get him, others really wouldn’t, and his father sometimes doesn’t. It’s not like he had any siblings growing up anyway. Sometimes people would disagree with him, but you seem to agree with everything he says even if he’s wrong, which is rare, but you still do anyway.

Sooner or later the conversation seems to shift from a different topic to another different topic—and it seems like the cycle continues for hours.

He likes this.

You aren’t loud, you aren’t slurping away at your drink and your presence doesn’t seem to annoy him at all.

Yeah, he enjoys your presence more than anyone he knows.

and as he finishes the last of his ice cream he clutches his head, groaning as he hears you laugh.

“Brain freeze dumbass”

He starts to laugh too, and now the car is filled with your giggles and his breathy laughs.

Yeah…. You’re his little safe space and he’ll do anything to protect it.

Was literally supposed to post something for Valentine’s Day but I ended up getting the flu plus strep throat and an ear infection all at once so I couldn’t write it 😕.

#damian al ghul #damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #damian al ghul x reader #damian x reader #robin x reader #damian scenarios

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jinusajas · 7 months ago

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12/03/24: 04:45pm

lovesick!sung jinwoo x fem.reader

notes: loosely based on the hallmark movie drew gooden was watching and reviewing titled timeless love.

warnings: unedited; canon divergent to fit with this oneshot's storyline; potentially ooc; dark content; obsessive behavior; read at your own caution.

alternate title: your heart belongs to me.

sunlight streams through the open windows, painting the bedroom in brilliant hues of gold. dawn had long since morphed into morning, rousing a once sleeping couple back to consciousness.

the husband was the first to awaken, stretching out his limbs as a yawn escapes from his parted lips. wiping the sleep from his eyes, he trails his stormy grey eyes toward the form settled achingly close to him.

pulling down the comforter, he reveals your sleeping figure with your head buried within his chest. letting out a grunt of approval, he gently delves his fingers into your hair, massaging at your scalp, already grinning the moment you began to awaken.

he was the first to notice the smile that was beginning to spread across your features, basking in your sleepy giggles when he continues massaging at your scalp. "h-hey, if you keep doing that, i'll end up spending the whole day in bed."

jinwoo simply lets out a rich chuckle in response, allowing the tip of his nose to nuzzle against yours, eyes filled with adoration for you, "well, maybe that's what i want to do... keep you here in bed with me for the rest of the day-"

he stops speaking, eyes now turning affectionate at the pitter patter of footsteps quickly approaching your shared bedroom. already accustomed to such sounds, you sit up in bed, already anticipating their arrival when your kids, min-jun and sera, rush into your room.

hearing his children's laughter fills his chest with joy, allowing his son and daughter to jump on his bed, eyes already regarding the way his kids cling to their mother. he rests his cheek against the palm of his hand, admiring the way you pressed kisses against both of their tiny cheeks.

"hey, you guys are making me jealous over here."

sera was the first to move away from you, grey eyes lighting up when she suddenly lunges at him, "papa!"

welcoming his little girl in his embrace, he gives her a series of kisses as well, only stopping when min-jun comes closer to him as well, "dad, i'm getting hungry, can you make breakfast?" sera's eyes light up at the thought of having breakfast soon, with her nodding her head in agreement to her brother's words.

"well, who am i to deny my children's needs?" jinwoo was grinning down at his kids, "how's this for a plan: why don't you and your little sister brush your teeth and wash your face while your mother and i prepare breakfast?"

"yay!" both of his kids immediately rush away from him, giving him a private moment with you. just as you got out of bed, jinwoo wraps his arms around your waist, managing to capture your lips in a sweet kiss while basking in your soft giggles.

"behave, i need to take a shower real quick, then i'll join you in the kitchen." letting out a groan of your name, jinwoo allows you to escape from his loose embrace, not moving from his spot in bed until you disappear into your shared bathroom and locked it.

running a hand through his hair, making them even messier while letting out a yawn. he gets out of bed, remaking it as he places the sheets and comforter in place, adding the finishing touches by fluffing up the pillows and settling them against the headboard.

making his way towards the kitchen, he makes sure to make a fresh batch of cooked rice before making the rest of his side dishes ranging from his famous omelettes with sausages and a side of kimchi. with the table all set, jinwoo calls out to his beloved family.

"min-jun, sera! breakfast is ready!"

he strains his ears, trying to detect any sounds of pounding footsteps. yet... when all he hears was dead silence, concern began coursing through his veins. rushing out of the kitchen, he calls out their names again, voice cracking when he cries out to you-

only to receive the same, deafening silence in response.

the room was felt spinning around him, making him stumble before falling to his knees. his eyes look straight into the digital clock settled in front of him, the time reading 0800 as an incessant beeping sound breaks jinwoo out of his reveries-

"BOSS!!"

sung jinwoo wakes up with a start, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his heart pounding in tune to the heart monitor his body was connected to. no tubes or wires covered his mouth as jinwoo takes in a deep breath to help with steadying his heart.

"boss, are you okay?! you've been out of it for a while now! i was so worried about you-" from beside him, jinho continues on with his concerned rambles as he looks away from him to see the familiar blue screen of the system:

[ player sung jinwoo's slumber has lasted for 21 days and 8 hours... ]

"where's min-jun and sera?" jinwoo asks in a hoarse tone, making jinho furrow his brows at him. "what? who are they?"

"tch, they're my kids." jinwoo was glaring at jinho, as if silently scolding him for his ignorance. "and my wife-" yet the moment he says your name, jinho's expression remains confused.

"boss, i hate to break it to you, but- you're not married at all. you've been single the whole time that i've known you."

"that's-" yet jinwoo's words were cut off the moment a nurse enters his room. she sees him sitting up in bed while pressing down on her communication device, "dr. choi, patient sung jinwoo has just awakened, come to unit d501, quick!"

jinho was immediately rushed out of the room, and the young hunter finds himself surrounded by a plethora of medical staff-

without a single sign of you in sight.

{ ... }

the weeks pass by in a blur, with his sister helping him back home. she keeps a steady hand behind his back, rubbing comforting circles behind his back, "oppa, are you alright?"

lifeless grey eyes meet with his sister's concerned gaze, making him force a smile as he gently ruffles her hair. "yeah, i'm alright."

he continues the trek back to his and jinah's shared apartment, thinking back on the events that had happened so far (according to jinho's recollection).

apparently, they had entered a dungeon together, and jinho had simply witnessed him taking on hundreds of enemies. jinwoo vaguely recalls how the system had ordered him to take out at least a hundred enemies within the span of an hour and how he had fought tirelessly against them with a single dagger-

only to feel something sharp pierce him at the back of his head, successfully rendering him unconscious.

that single attack was enough to knock jinwoo out for a total of three weeks-

within the span of those three weeks, he had dreamt of living a blissful and happy life with you-

but now that he was awake, he had long since lost such feelings of happiness.

"you know..." jinah's voice breaks him out of his momentary reveries, "jinho told me what happened, and he said that you... you wished to see your kids-"

"i'd rather not talk about it." jinwoo grits his teeth in response, hurriedly pulling up the hood of his jacket to help with hiding his expression from his sister. it wasn't like he wanted to remain so closed off from jinah-

it was the sheer fact that acknowledging how it was never real put an even deeper hole within his chest.

detecting the pain in his voice, jinah simply nods, walking beside her brother while softly sighing to herself. somehow, she knew that whatever jinwoo had went through truly took a toll on not only his mental health-

but his heart as well.

{ ... }

jinwoo felt guilty for remaining so closed off with his sister that he decided to cook her favorite meal later that night. while eating, he saw his sister trembling in her seat, eyes filling with tears before admitting to him, "w-when i saw you sleeping so deeply, like you were trapped in a glass coffin, i was so afraid that i would lose you- just like with mom a-and dad."

his heart twists even further upon hearing her admission, making jinwoo stand from his seat. he takes jinah's trembling form within his embrace, delving his fingers into her hair, "ssssh, i won't ever leave you... and i'm so sorry for making you wait for so long."

jinah sniffles and gives him a nod, "y-yeah, but, when you were still sleeping... jinho stopped by and helped a lot. he stayed by your side and gave me updates, s-so..." as his sister trails off, jinwoo felt a strange sense of relief at the thought of jinho helping his sister.

making sure that jinah was well fed, jinwoo makes sure to send her off to bed at a reasonable time for school. with all the dishes cleaned, jinwoo heads back to his room before taking out his phone. his gaze remains expressionless when he searches through the device while typing in a single name.

{ ... }

jinwoo and jinho were settled within ahjin guild's new building, with jinho looking over the thick notebook that held an almost frightening amount of notes pertaining to his boss's so-called dreamwife.

"this is the reason why you won't let hunter cha join our guild?" jinho looks away from the pages to meet jinwoo's gaze as he sipped on a cup of instant coffee. "yes, because i am already a married man and don't wish to have any distractions."

"does she know she's married to you?" jinho wasn't brave enough to flat out tell jinwoo how insane all of this was, since he still held him in high regard. after all, he knew that if it wasn't for jinwoo, then he wouldn't have had much success in kickstarting his own guild.

which was why he kept his own personal musings to himself, still doing his best to support the man he saw as his big brother despite it all.

"not yet." jinwoo glares down at his cup of coffee, "it's just... i know it's crazy, but you don't know what it's like to be in a coma for that long while experiencing something so vivid."

focusing his gaze on the dark liquid, jinwoo continues to reminisce about his dreams, "in my dreams, she was so real to me. her smile, her laughter, and the way she made me feel- every single thing about her has been imprinted on my soul."

finally meeting jinho's gaze, he gestures toward the filled notebook, "those pages contain every little detail that i know about her. from her favorite color to her favorite foods, to even her favorite books and movies- everything was written based on my memory of that dream."

jinho heaves out a little sigh before closing the notebooks all while sliding it back to jinwoo from across the coffee table. "you're right in saying that it is crazy, however, i'm stupid enough to follow with your whims and support you, boss."

{ ... }

jinwoo had a meeting to attend with the chairman, which was what brought him back to the hunter's association. he vaguely recalls go gunhee mentioning a new healer that would be transferring to seoul, and how he responded in a polite manner, doing his best to hide his disinterest.

when he steps out of the chairman's office, he nearly runs into someone, clicking his tongue as he wrapped his arms around the unknown person to keep them from falling to the ground.

"are you alright?" jinwoo asks, only for his eyes to go wide upon seeing a familiar head of hair.

"sorry, i got a l-little lost, is this the chairman's office?"

it was at that moment that jinwoo felt his heart cease its beat-

for he had finally found you.

{ ... }

heat was felt settled on your cheeks the moment you came face to face with sung jinwoo.

and gods above, he was far lovelier than you could have ever dreamt of. despite coming from a different country, you remained achingly aware of how a single hunter from south korea rose to the ranks, losing his former title of being the weakest in the world when he became korea's 10nth s-ranker.

in every candid shot you had seen of sung jinwoo, he appeared goofy yet incredibly cute at the same time. sure, you acknowledged his attractiveness on screen-

but nothing could prepare you when it came to finally meeting him face-to-face.

his boyish features were now amplified, with jinwoo standing well above you with his lanky frame. you take in the sight of his crooked smile and how his beauty seemed to be further accentuated by the sight of his sharp jawline.

you kept gawking at him for a few more seconds before quickly snapping out of it with a shake of your head. an introduction was felt settled on the tip of your tongue, yet jinwoo ends up further surprising you when he says your name.

"it's nice to finally meet you, my name is sung jinwoo."

you open and close your mouth in response, asking in an almost dumb manner, "h-how did you know my name?"

your question succeeds in making jinwoo stiffen in response, his outstretched hand remaining frozen. his mouth kept opening and closing, without a single word being said. "ah... well, the chairman was talking about you being our newly transferred healer earlier, that's why i knew your name."

you visibly relax upon hearing his explanation, letting out a sigh of relief, "oh, right, that makes sense!"

wishing to diffuse the awkward situation, you let out a gentle laugh and gesture toward the chairman's office, "ah, so, i guess i'll attend my meeting now-"

a gasp was felt lodged within your throat when jinwoo grips at your wrist, preventing you from moving forward, "wait."

you give him a questioning glance, earning a warm smile from jinwoo, "i'd like to welcome you here, so... would you care to join me for dinner later?"

the same warmth was felt against your cheeks, making you feel a bit shy when you give jinwoo a nod, "sure, i'd love to join you for dinner."

an overwhelming look of joy takes over jinwoo's features, with him letting you go to attend your meeting with go gunhee. "awesome, that's... great."

feeling dazed at the sight of his smile, you knew that the butterflies that kept erupting all across your abdomen prevented you from truly acknowledging the alarm bells that went off in your head, your mind slowly taken over with romantic daydreams pertaining to the famous hunter you had finally met.

and sadly, you would never know the true depths of sung jinwoo's obsession for you.

{ ... }

jinwoo had spent months preparing for this very moment-

and once he finally had you sleeping in the same bed with him-

there was no way he was going to squander it.

moonlight paints his room in subtle, glowing silver hues, painting our sleeping figure in an almost ethereal light. the powerful hunter was unable to sleep now that he had you so close to him-

exactly where he wanted you.

his whispers of your name remained constant, becoming so frequent that the syllables that made up your name felt like a prayer that fell from his parted lips.

of course it was like a prayer-

for jinwoo solely worshipped you.

you had come into his life in the most unorthodox of ways, where his first meeting with you happened during a mutual raid that happened when he first began his career as a hunter. he was barely out of high school when he attended a raid that nearly killed him.

somehow, he had gotten lost, nearly dying of starvation as he was left to rot-

life was felt quickly seeping out of him-

but that was when you came along.

you, with your gentle healing aura and kind eyes-

you, whose beautiful features were forever imprinted within his very mind the moment you healed him and offered him some food to help with regaining his strength-

you, who never once left his heart ever since that fateful day.

you became his sole source of light, using your existence as a means to push him forward when he was struggling so much with keeping his own life together (a sickly mother with a sister who relied on him in the wake of his father's disappearance).

you were the one who gave him the sole courage to face the many challenges that came with being the weakest hunter-

yet even when he was so close to death, your comforting presence never once returned to him.

by then, he was desperate to know all he could about you, and it was during this time that he realized that you had lived in a different part of the world, saving the lives of other hunters in gates that were more prevalent within your city.

but that didn't stop jinwoo's obsession from growing.

he kept what felt like thousands upon thousands of notebooks pertaining to you and your accomplishments, never once stopping his writings when it came to you all while praying for the day he would see you again.

up to the point where his fate had been altered by the events of the double dungeons-

jinwoo had never once stopped thinking of you. and when the system offered him another chance at life-

your face was all he could see the moment he accepts being the system's player.

while he performed all of the missions and tasks given to him, jinwoo had no intention of getting knocked out by the enemy, falling into a coma that left him helpless-

yet at the same time, the fact that he dreamt of you and the perfect life you had built together-

it only served to further solidify jinwoo's belief that you were made for each other-

made for him.

and it was only a matter of time that you would serendipitously appear within his life.

in fact, jinwoo had carefully orchestrated your transfer to seoul's hunter association branch. using the funds jinho had provided for him, he manages to find you, paying off your guild all while convincing your guildmaster to keep such a transaction a secret as the promise of your arrival further fuels his desires to see you again.

the waiting game for your arrival nearly killed jinwoo-

yet when chairman gunhee tells him about your transfer to seoul-

the hunter couldn't have been happier.

upon seeing you once more, he basks in your presence, knowing that you were by far the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. he ignores the need to chain you to him, wishing to take his time when it came to courting you-

because deep down, he wanted you to naturally fall for him more than anything else.

now, six months later, sung jinwoo finally has you exactly where he wanted you. unable to hide his feelings of pure devotion for you, he makes love to you after celebrating being together with you for half a year. after waiting far too long for you, there was no way he was going to ever let you leave him.

had you been awake, you would have noticed the crazed expression settled within jinwoo's gaze, his voice letting out soft coos of your name before laying beside you. he allows the back of his hand to caress at your bare skin, swearing an oath to never leave your side.

sliding his eyes shut, jinwoo carefully places your body against his naked chest, basking in your gentle hum as you buried your face deeper into his chest. hazy grey eyes look over toward his closet, knowing of the stacks upon stacks of notebooks he had dedicated to you were behind that closed door.

jinwoo supposes he could let his loyal shadow soldiers help with burning those books away-

after all, the shadow monarch had no need for them now that he has you in his arms.

end notes: lmao when the delulu is the solulu in jinwoo's eyes ♡

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

#sung jinwoo x reader #jinwoo sung x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #sung jinwoo x you #jinwoo sung x you #sung jinwoo x y/n #jinwoo sung x y/n #solo leveling x reader #writings 📖

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keeryhours · 8 months ago

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i like the way you kiss me - rafe cameron

Baby daddy! Rafe x Baby mama! Maybank! Reader

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Summary:

i like the way you kiss me

i can tell you miss me

i can tell it hits, hits, hits, hits

not tryna be romantic,

i’ll hit it from the back

just so you don’t get attached

Rafe stops over for a surprise visit with his daughter. She may not be home, but that doesn’t mean he has to leave, does it?

Warnings:

Smut (18+ only!), p in v, fingering, dirty talk, slight breeding kink

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N:

Yay, my first Rafe fic! And y’all I haven’t written smut in years so I hope this isn’t awful. I would love to turn this into a sort-of series of interconnected baby daddy! Rafe and baby mama! reader one shots if you guys would be interested in that!

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“Maaaamaaaaa!”

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself when you were woken up by the baby monitor. Iris never woke up angry and crying, you were greeted every morning to the sounds of her babbling to herself and calling for you.

It may have been earlier than you’d like, but it certainly wasn’t a bad way to wake up.

You climbed out of bed, wiping your eyes before standing and walking down the hall towards the nursery. There was a chorus of “Mamamamama” as you headed towards your 1 year old daughter, who greeted you standing in her crib with the biggest smile. Her sleep sack was tucked beneath her feet - you’re not sure how she even manages to stand in it.

“Hi, pretty girl,” you greeted her, earning a giggle from the baby. She never failed to brighten up your mood, just by existing. You always heard a parent’s love for their child is intense, but you didn’t quite believe it until you had her and experienced it yourself.

She also happens to be the cutest baby to ever exist. With her head full of brown hair and blue eyes, she is certainly her father’s daughter. She’s tall for her age, too. You thought it was a little bit bullshit that you carried her for 9 months and did all the hard work just for her to come out her dad’s twin, but how could you really complain when she was so beautiful?

Iris lifted her arms for you to pick her up, and you couldn’t help but give her a snuggle before you moved to the changing table. You got her changed out of her pajamas and into a clean diaper, dressing her for the day in a light green dress with bunnies embroidered on the chest, a long sleeve white shirt underneath.

Iris had an extensive wardrobe. Shopping for clothes and putting together outfits was one of your favorite parts of being a girl mom, so you were certainly guilty of overspending on her, but the truth was that most of her closet came from Rafe. In fact, most of her stuff in general was from Rafe.

You never asked him to do any of that, but he was always showing up unannounced with shopping bags full of baby clothes, toys, anything he saw and thought she would like. Random packages would show up throughout the week, stuff he found online and sent directly to your house. He spoiled her badly, but it made them both happy, so you didn’t complain. You wanted her to have the world, anything she wanted, and you couldn’t quite provide that, but Rafe could.

“Good morning, my favorite tiny person!” Your twin brother, JJ, greeted his niece as he walked into the pink bedroom. She giggled the second she saw him, and he scooped her into his arms, twirling her around and making her laugh harder.

“JayJay!” she exclaimed, her tiny hands reaching for his messy blonde hair immediately.

“And I also exist…” you mumbled as you threw the dirty diaper away in the pail, but you couldn’t help the smile on your lips.

JJ acknowledged you with an eye roll before turning right back to Iris. “Are you ready for a day out with Uncle JJ?”

Iris grinned wildly at her uncle, one of her favorite people in the world. She didn’t exactly know what that meant, but if it involved JJ, she was certainly happy to be there.

You made pancakes for breakfast, which both JJ and Iris absolutely devoured. Iris was covered in a mess of syrup when she was finished, but thanks to a combination of her bib and baby smock thing, she didn’t get a drop on her outfit. You cleaned up her face and hands, Iris fighting you the entire time.

“You have everything she needs?” You asked nervously as JJ packed up the diaper bag, Iris dancing in front of the TV to the Bluey theme song.

“I got diapers, wipes, a sippy cup, a change of clothes…I think I’m set, sis,” he said, giving a look that says calm down, I’ve got this.

It was hard for you to not be nervous letting your daughter go off without you. She was still rarely out of your sight, besides Rafe’s weekends. You were too nervous to send her to daycare, at least not yet, and Rafe agreed, so he helped pay the bills in the house you shared with JJ while you stayed home with her, which gave you the chance to work on college courses online.

“You packed snacks in case she gets hungry?” You asked, fiddling with the string of your pajama shorts. You hadn’t even had the chance to get changed into real clothes yet, since you’d been following Iris around all morning and making sure she was set to go.

“Yes,” JJ answered, sounding frustrated. “I’ve got this. We won’t even be gone long, she’s going to be fine.”

You probably would have come up with another question, but you were all interrupted by the front door opening as someone let themselves into the house like they owned the place. You and JJ looked towards the direction of the hallway as the sound of footsteps trailed down it, even though you definitely already knew who it was.

“Dada!” Iris practically squealed, and she ran as fast as her little legs would carry her towards the tall frame of her father, who was grinning like crazy and setting down a bag.

“There’s my girl,” he said, crouching down with his arms open wide to catch her. She tripped over her own feet at the last second, falling against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her, standing to his full height again. Iris wrapped her tiny arms around his neck.

“She was just about to head out for a date with Uncle JJ,” you said, smiling at your daughter’s laughing face.

Rafe looked away from her to give you a questioning look. “Why is JJ taking her?” he asked like your brother wasn’t even in the room. JJ rolled his eyes, but didn’t bother to say anything.

“He wanted to spend time with her,” you answered. “And I have a big exam to take so I needed a couple hours alone.”

Rafe looked at you like he was confused, concerned. He was protective of his girl. “If you needed someone to watch her, you should have called me.”

“I know you’d watch her any time,” you said, not wanting to argue with him today. “But JJ really has been wanting to take her to the park, so I told him he could.”

Rafe’s eyes finally went to JJ, and he scoffed with a roll of his eyes, but didn’t push it. He sat Iris back down as JJ zipped up the diaper bag and slung it over his shoulder, picking up the car keys.

“Alright, little lady, ready to go?” JJ asked, a smile on his face as Iris danced around.

“Go! Go!” She chanted, jumping up and down. JJ picked her up, sitting her on his hip.

“Alright. We’re gone,” he said, leaning over to give you a kiss on the cheek. “See you guys later.”

“Have fun!” you called after them. “Be safe!”

JJ acknowledged you with a “Yep!” and then the front door was closing, leaving you alone with Rafe.

You looked at him. He didn’t look like he was in a rush to leave.

“What did you bring?” you asked, gesturing to the bag he had sat by his feet.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” he shrugged. “Just some clothes.”

You laughed lightly to yourself - the little girl already had so many clothes, you weren’t sure if she’d be able to wear them all before she grew out of them.

You took the bag from him, sitting it down on the couch to go through later. You always liked to wash her clothes before letting her wear them, because who knows what kind of germs they’ve picked up in the store.

Rafe trailed behind you as you walked back into the kitchen, picking up the dishes from breakfast and washing them in the sink. He stood next to you without a word and helped by drying them after you washed.

When you were done, you turned around, leaning against the counter. Rafe picked up the stack of dishes and put them away in the cabinet they go in, before walking over to stand right in front of you. He reached up, pushing your hair behind your shoulder.

“You look pretty,” he murmured, his eyes taking in your frame.

You laughed softly. “I haven’t even changed out of my pajamas. I just rolled out of bed.”

A smile played at Rafe’s lips, his hand moving to rest on your cheek. “So? You’re always pretty.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the way your heart beat harder in your chest, your cheeks beginning to heat. “Didn’t you have a date last night, Rafe?”

That made him chuckle. “You knew about that, huh?”

You felt embarrassed, then. You weren’t supposed to know that. The only reason you did was because Sarah had told you. You weren’t supposed to care.

“It was nothing,” he continued. “We didn’t really click. She was…boring.”

You felt guilty for the satisfaction that brought you. Rafe hadn’t had a serious girlfriend since you had gotten pregnant, and you liked it that way. You and Rafe weren’t good for each other, you broke up long ago and it should stay that way. But you can’t help how jealous you feel any time the topic of Rafe and another girl comes up, and Rafe always seems to catch an attitude with you for days every time you mention seeing a guy.

“Well I’m sorry to hear that,” you lied, highly aware of how close he was standing to you now.

His thumb rubbed over your cheek before he moved it to your lips, tracing over them, pulling down slightly on your bottom lip.

“Missed you…” he muttered, his voice low. You felt the vibrations of it through your own body.

Despite your best judgment, your mind went hazy around him. You could feel his breath against your cheek. “I’ve missed you too,” you whispered back, like a fool.

He smirked at that, and then before you knew what was happening, he was leaning in, pressing his lips to yours. They molded together perfectly, as they always did. Rafe’s lips were soft against yours as he kissed you gently at first, almost as if he was testing the waters.

The kiss became more hungry before long, and then he was pressing his body closer to yours, one hand staying on your cheek while the other moved down to rest on your hip. He had his body pressed against yours, practically devouring you with his kiss, his tongue tracing along your bottom lip.

You let him in. Of course you did, you always do.

His tongue pressed into your mouth like it belongs to him. There’s never been anything shy about Rafe. You heard yourself moan into the kiss before you even realized it was you that made the noise, and you felt Rafe’s lips turn up into a grin as he kissed you.

His big hands trailed down your body until he bent down and they reached the backs of your thighs, then he was lifting you up, causing you to squeal and wrap your legs around his waist, giggling against his lips. He laughed too, and he began walking through the house and back towards your bedroom.

He dropped you on the bed and you looked up at him, already breathless. He wasted no time before he was crawling over you, his right hand leaning on the bed and his left sliding beneath the hem of your tank top. It slid up until he was cupping your bare breast, grabbing it and gently pinching at your nipple, drawing a moan from your lips.

He placed kisses all over your neck, gently biting every now and then, as his hand kept up its movements. “You always had the perfect fucking tits,” he groaned against your skin.

He sat up, his other hand joining in on your other breast. He yanked your tank top up to palm at your tits more, giving himself full view of them, thoroughly enjoying himself. Eventually he pulled the thin material over your head entirely, tossing it onto the floor carelessly.

Then he leaned forward again, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples, making you moan in pleasure as his hand slipped beneath the waistband of your shorts. His fingertips traced along your pussy over your panties, feeling how wet the material was already. That made him groan against your tits, sending a shock of vibrations through your sensitive nipple.

“Feels like you’ve been wanting this,” he said, satisfied with the effect he still has on you.

You didn’t even bother denying that. You wanted him desperately. His every touch was like electricity, and all you wanted was to feel him inside you again.

His hand moved up to slip beneath your panties, and you gasped when you felt his fingertips teasing over your slick folds. He moved up to press his lips to yours again, kissing you passionately as he pressed a finger against your entrance.

“Rafe…” you breathed out against his lips, and he groaned at the sound of his name on your tongue. He never got tired of it.

“You gonna be a good girl for me?” he asked, placing kisses around your mouth, over your cheek.

“Yes,” you promised him. You would have promised him anything in that moment, you think.

He pushed one long finger into you then, and you whined, back arching slightly. His eyes darted down to your chest at the movement, and you would have laughed at his obsession with your tits if you weren’t distracted by the feeling of his finger knuckle deep inside you.

He curled it up, pressing right up against that bundle of nerves deep inside you. You’re losing your mind from one finger - it really had been too long.

He added in another finger, stretching you further, and you felt the cold from his ring as he pushed both fingers in all the way. It sent shivers through your body. You were desperate for him to move, to just fuck you already, but he always liked to take his time with you.

After what felt like an eternity, he slowly began to pull his fingers out before pushing them back in. The pace was agonizingly slow, but he was also pushing against that perfect spot every time he thrusted his fingers all the way back inside.

“More, please,” you begged him, your eyes fluttering closed and body writhing beneath him with desperation. You began to push your hips down against his hand, begging him to move faster.

“Look at you,” he chuckled darkly, and you could hear the grin in his voice without having to open your eyes. “Fucking yourself on my fingers. You were always such a needy little slut.”

You felt yourself blushing at his dirty words, but they also only turned you on more, and you started moving your hips along the length of his fingers even faster. He groaned at the sight of you, and he began thrusting his fingers into you at a powerful pace, wanting to reward you for being good for him.

His palm pressed against your clit, rubbing against it perfectly as he kept hitting that perfect spot over and over.

You felt that familiar feeling building deep in your belly, and your thighs began trembling. Rafe noticed, picking up his movements.

“Feel good, baby? Gonna cum on my fingers?” he teased, watching your face with full interest.

“Yes,” you whined, feeling like your vision was going blurry. You felt it through every part of your body, and your pussy clenched tight around his fingers, which he couldn’t get enough of.

Your orgasm crashed through you without warning and you cried out, body arching and hips rocking against his hand even harder. Rafe worked you through it, praising you, watching you come undone on nothing but his fingers.

“Good little whore,” he praised, watching you hungrily. “You want my cock now?”

“Yes!” you answered quickly, practically yelling it. “Yes, please, Rafe.”

Satisfied with your answer, he removed his fingers from your pussy, making you whine at the empty feeling, despite the incredible orgasm you just came down from. Your eyes popped open and you made eye contact as he put his slick fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan.

He moved to his knees between your legs, pulling his own shirt over his head and tossing it away. You took in the sight of his muscular chest, toned abs, thick biceps. You felt like you were drooling over him. Your attention didn’t escape his notice, and he laughed.

His big hands slid over your smooth tanned legs, from your calves to your thighs. He squeezed them, and then he was moving even further up, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and panties and pulling them down together.

When you were completely bare before him, he drank in your naked body, eyes raking over you with obvious hunger. You could see the prominent bulge in his khaki colored shorts, and you wanted so badly to reach out and touch it.

His hands moved to his belt, and he made quick work of his pants, undoing them and pushing them down his legs. He was left in his boxers, and you did reach forward then, trailing your fingers lightly over his clothed cock.

He groaned at your touch, his hips involuntarily bucking forward. He didn’t say it, but you suspected it had been a while for him, too, and the thought of that pleased you. He gripped your wrist roughly, stopping your movements but looking like he really hadn’t wanted to.

“I don’t have long today,” he said, his breathing heavy now. “Made plans. We have to be quick.”

He pushed his boxers down his thighs, revealing his cock, already painfully hard and aching, pre cum smeared at his tip. You took in the sight of it like you were starving. He was so big, it had intimidated you the first time you slept together. Hell, it intimidated you now. You wanted to take him in your mouth, but that’s not what he had in mind today.

He crawled back over you, leaning on his arms on either side of your shoulders. He leaned down to kiss you deeply, then moved to placing kisses along your jawline and down your neck, over your chest. It was nice, and you sighed at the feeling.

“You’re still on the pill, right?” he questioned as you felt his thick length pressing up against your core. You shivered at the feeling.

“Yes,” you answered. As cute as Iris was, you both could agree that you didn’t need another accidental pregnancy when you weren’t even together.

“Good,” he replied, and then he was reaching down between your bodies, lining his tip up with your entrance.

When he finally pushed inside you, you gasped at the stretch, gripping onto his biceps for leverage, which he loved. He pushed into you slowly, knowing it had been a while since you’d been together and not wanting to hurt you. When he bottomed out, he stilled, but his body was shaking like all he wanted to do was fuck into you senselessly.

You let out a shaky exhale, and he kissed you again.

“You feel so perfect, like you’re made for me,” he breathed against your lips, and you moaned at his words.

“You can move,” you told him. “I can take it.”

He groaned at that, and then he slowly pulled out until only the tip remained inside of you, and you found yourself hating the empty feeling he left behind. Then he pushed back in slowly yet powerfully with a roll of his hips, and you felt full again.

He set a gentle pace at first, rocking into you deeply but softly. He kissed you as he moved, distracting you from any potential pain, wanting to keep your focus on him and how good he makes you feel. Because no one does it like him.

“More,” you pleaded when there was no trace of pain left, and all you wanted him to do was fuck you properly. “Harder, please, Rafe.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. He picked up the pace, rutting into your tight heat faster. He buried his face in your neck, groaning at the feeling of you wrapped so tightly around him.

Whimpers and moans fell from your own lips uncontrollably as he fucked you hard, his cock diving even deeper into you than you remembered and making you see stars. Your nails dug into his back, leaving deep red scratches that made him hiss in a mix of pain and pleasure. He loved it when you marked him up.

His sat up more on his knees and his hands grasped the bottoms of your thighs, pushing them up until they were pressed against your chest, making it harder to breathe but also letting him fuck you at a new angle that was impossibly deep and overwhelming.

You let out a strangled moan at the new feeling, and Rafe grunted harshly with every brutal thrust into your pussy.

“Love this fucking cunt,” he grunted out through gritted teeth, a slight sheen of sweat on his tanned skin. “Always think about it. Always come back to it. Can’t fucking get enough of it.”

He moved one hand back to your clit, rubbing circles over it as he fucked you deep. You gasped, moaning loudly as he built up another orgasm in your body, that familiar heat spreading all over you.

“Rafe…’m so close…” you whined out, which only made him move even harder.

“Cum for me again, baby. All over my cock this time. You can do it, baby, I’m right here.” he’s breathing heavily as he speaks, his own release building rapidly.

The tension snaps, and you cum hard, thighs trembling around his body and his name spilling from your lips like a prayer. He worked you through it again, his fingers continuing to work circles over your clit until it became too much.

When you came down from your second high and were left a shaking mess beneath him, he moved both hands back to grip your thighs against your chest as he fucked into you roughly, chasing his own high that was so, so close.

“Gonna fill you up in a second, baby,” he grunts out, watching the way you look up at him, looking completely cock drunk because of him. “You want that?”

“Yes,” you managed to tell him, your body weak now. “Want you to cum in me deep.”

“Yeah?” he questioned, your words clearly doing something to him. “I bet you would like that. I bet you’d love if I put another baby in you, wouldn’t you, whore?”

All you could do was moan in response, taking everything he gave you. His pace began to falter, his hips stuttering as he took everything he wanted from you. He pushed into you as deep as he could, stilling, leaning forward to bury his face in your neck again as he groaned loudly and filled you deeply. You grasped the back of his head as he came inside you, holding him close.

He didn’t move for a minute when he was done. He stayed on you, catching his breath, as you held him back.

Eventually he pulled out of you, collapsing next to you with a big sigh. He wiped his hand across his forehead, breathing heavily. It was silent but for the sounds of the two of you catching your breath.

Finally, you spoke. “You really missed me, huh?” you teased him, looking over at his naked form on your bed.

He laughed, lifting himself up. “‘Course I did. I always do.” He stood from the bed and began to pull his clothes back on, tossing you yours as he found them. When he was dressed, you finally stood from the bed, still naked, about to head into the bathroom for a shower.

“I gotta get going,” Rafe said, pulling his shoes back on. “But I’ll see you soon.”

“Yeah. I have to do my exam.” You watched him as he stood, his full 6’2” form towering over you.

“I’ll text you,” he said, leaning forward and placing a kiss on your cheek. It felt intimate, and it made you blush. “Give Iris kisses for me when they get home. Let me know she gets back safe.”

“I will,” you promised him.

He gave you one last smile, and then he was gone. You heard the front door closing as you gathered up some clean clothes to change into after your shower.

When you got out of the shower, you smiled to yourself as you saw the missed text from Rafe. You opened it, and rolled your eyes as you read it, but you couldn’t wipe the grin off your face anyway.

Rafey

Miss you already.

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bear-yawns · 12 days ago

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　𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗚 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘.　kimi antonelli · #12

　　　kimi has been trying to get your attention for years, frustrated at the fact that you only seem to recognize your brother's race results. is he really that invisible to you?

genres : fluff ... slight enemies to lovers ... reader is ollie's sister ... kimi antonelli x fem!reader.　request : anon for kimi + "did i... did i kiss you last night? i can't remember." for the 100 event　word count : 2.1k.　warnings : alcohol consumption (both reader and kimi get drunk) ... good old liquid courage helping reader out (could be read as underage drinking depending on the laws, but in australia and italy its both 18 so let's say it's not underage drinking lmao).　 note : i started writing this ages ago like literally right after australia and it's taken me this long to revisit the fic and finally finish it </3 but it's here now so yay!!　　　( masterlist )　( taglist )

Kimi woke up with a buzzing headache. He had to attribute it to the alcohol consumed the night before while celebrating his race result in Melbourne. Twelve points scored on debut. It was certainly an astounding feat. Even now, articles were still being released praising the performance of the eighteen year old. Kimi couldn’t be happier. With a race as unpredictable as that to start out the season, any driver would just be happy to finish it without crashing. Almost getting a podium felt amazing.

Even with the pain burning across his forehead and slight ringing in his ear, Kimi couldn’t help but smile as soon as he woke up. Simply put, yesterday had been everything he could’ve dreamed of. There was still so much more to work towards, but just for now, he felt totally weightless, like he was floating through the clouds. Nothing could touch him. Nothing could bring him down from this high. For once, Kimi felt on top of the world.

That was, until it all came crashing down as soon as his eyes fell on you.

So much for nothing being able to bring him down from his high.

Anyone who had ever seen you and Kimi in the same room knew that you didn’t quite get along well. It wasn’t extreme hatred or anything, but you had always gotten on each other's nerves since you were little. Worst of all, you just couldn’t seem to stay clear of the other.

Being Ollie’s sister, you were always there at races in Prema and even now in F1 as well. Kimi could not evade you. He saw your face everywhere.

He got along well with Ollie, but he often wondered how you could even be related to him. You were so different. Ollie was hardworking and precise while you always seemed laidback without a care in the world.

It didn’t stop you from being put together. Somehow, you were always effortless with whatever you did. Kimi never knew if you were trying hard or if everything just came naturally. The public loved to plaster the words prodigy next to your name. As someone who had been called a prodigy himself for many years, maybe there was something about you that intimidated him.

Perhaps he felt threatened by you— by your seeming perfection throughout every challenge. He knew how much he truly struggled to live up to the expectations set for him; how filling a seat that used to belong to Lewis Hamilton was pressure he wasn’t ready for. Until the race in Melbourne yesterday he was so sure he would crack under it all as soon as he got into the car.

Some days he felt that maybe he just wished he was a little more like you. You were in the same situation at times; both of you had lots of expectations thrown at you, and endless pressure to perform under the hardest circumstances. Maybe he wasn’t made to handle the pressure. He didn’t want to find himself crumbling under it all when someone like you would surely shine.

Besides your connection to Ollie, you had no real spot in the world of Motorsport. You didn’t drive, nor were you interested in engineering or strategics. Yet whenever you were outside of your own world, you found your way into Kimi’s. You were always there at races— often one of the first faces he saw when he stepped out of his car. He didn’t know why his eyes always seemed to find yours before anyone else's, or why he couldn’t get his brain to stop being annoyed whenever he did see you in the heart of the crowd. He felt relieved when you missed a race, as if it was finally a time for him to relax and not care about the result. But then the obvious questions arose in his brain.

Why did he care about you being there? Why did he hate to see you cheer so proudly for your brother? Why did it sting when you didn’t cheer him on the same way?

But those questions were all old in his mind; all had their chance to linger for months and drive him slowly mad when he realized he wasn’t ready to face the answer. The main question that plagued Kimi’s headache-stricken brain right now was how the hell you had ended up falling asleep in his arms.

Your head lay against his bicep, effectively trapping him. There was no way he could get up without disturbing your sleep, and for some weird reason a part of him was screaming to let you continue dozing. So he did. He lay completely still, eyes tracing the outline of your figure, quieting his breaths that seemed deafening against the silence of the room, as if they too might wake you up.

You were still in the outfit you wore the night before to celebrate the first race of the season, cheering on your brother of course. And even though your hair was a bit messy and your face bare of any makeup, you looked perfect in Kimi’s eyes. So full of life even though you were fast asleep. So comfortably situated in his arms as if you were meant to be held by them, even though this was certainly the first time he had been this close to you.

The moment should’ve been peaceful, but to Kimi, it was anything but. His thoughts were racing faster than his car could go on track and he gulped as denied feelings he had kept down for so long floated up again. He tried to press them down once more, hide them for a while longer. Once you woke up he could make sure you pretended none of this ever happened and life would go back to normal. But he wasn’t sure he could do that— wasn’t sure that reality would be one he was able to accept.

As his headache cleared and the events of the previous night settled in his memory a bit more intelligibly, he remembered exactly how he had gotten here in this bed with you securely in his arms.

He had been a bit tipsy. Not fully drunk, but definitely enough to not think quite clearly. And you had been overconfident in finding yourself in places you shouldn’t have been. Such as, attached to Kimi’s arm; lips finding their way onto his.

At least, he was nearly sure that had happened. He vaguely remembered the taste of tart cherry on your lips that was likely from whatever you had been drinking during the party. And you must have refused to leave his side to go back to your own hotel room to have ended up in his arms the entire night.

And at that realization of his, your eyes fluttered open. You stared at him for a second, first in shock, and then in realization. You gasped and sat up straight, finally letting Kimi relax the muscles he had tensed to keep still.

“Did I… did I kiss you last night? I can’t remember.”

Kimi’s breath hitched. So he wasn’t just making that part of the night up. His silence was enough of an answer for your question.

“I’m sorry. I must’ve been more drunk than I realized,” you whispered in embarrassment, slipping a bit further away from Kimi once you realized just how close you had been lying to him. He bit back the words on his tongue that wanted to tell you to stay where you were, that he didn’t mind the closeness.

“It’s fine. It was just one kiss,” Kimi assured quietly.

“Are you sure it’s fine? You don’t sound sure,” you said pointedly. And you would be right about that. Kimi really wasn’t sure it was fine; not about the kiss, but how he wished it would happen again. How he wished it wasn’t just one kiss. How he wished that it hadn’t just been a drunken mistake on your part. Was it fine that he felt this way?

Kimi took a breath, “Why did you kiss me?”

You were hesitant to answer. Some anxious part of you didn’t want him to know how long you had wanted to kiss him before this; how many months you had spent harbouring a secret crush on him. You went with the half truth.

“I guess I just wanted to congratulate you on your race result. Your drive was incredible yesterday.”

Kimi could tell that wasn’t the entire reason.

“You never seemed to care before now. You only ever celebrated Ollie’s achievements, even when I scored higher than him,” Kimi reminded you, sounding a bit hurt even though he didn’t mean for it to come across that way. “Has it changed now that I made it into F1?”

“Ollie’s my brother—”

“So I have to become family just to get you to cheer for me?”

You sighed, “I didn’t mean it like that. I was happy for you before this race. In all of F2 I did want you to succeed as well,” you defended, explaining the situation you hoped you wouldn’t have to touch on. Your feelings around Kimi were complicated.

“If you were happy for me, why did you never show it? I thought you hated me all this time because you never spared me more than a glance. I tried so hard to get your attention at the beginning and prove that I was an amazing driver like they all said I was, just for you to not even look at me. I was happy whenever you weren’t at a race cause it felt like I could finally breathe and drive just for the team without you on my mind for once.” Kimi was rambling at this point, his voice frustrated but earnest and still somewhat soft. Even if he was upset with you, he couldn’t raise his voice. And before he realized it, he had spilled much more than he ever meant to. He went quiet when he realized your eyes lingering on him, observing him so carefully.

“All this time, you wanted my attention?” you asked.

“It was all I wanted.”

You let out a sound halfway between a laugh and a sob, covering your face with your hands in disbelief at the truth. It was comical, really, just how badly you both had misjudged each other.

“So all this time… you were trying to impress me? And I was trying to avoid you because I thought it would be easier than getting close to you,” your voice got quieter as you trailed off. “I knew I could never stay friends with you. I’ve liked you for so long. That’s why I kissed you last night, Kimi,” you confessed, nervous but somewhat at peace with how everything was coming to light. It was nice to not have to hide it anymore. Even if he rejected you immediately, you would be at peace with it.

Kimi went quiet at your admission. You watched his adam’s apple bob down in a rushed swallow, his eyes darting away from your face as heat crept up his neck. You looked down at your hands, nestled in your lap above the covers. Your fingertips fiddled with the duvet on the bed, picking at the soft fabric absent-mindedly.

“So… what happens now?” he asked. Your eyes met his— those golden brown irises that always stuck in your mind, taunting you, teasing you, torturing you.

You took a breath, “I’m not drunk anymore, so there can be no excuses this time. If I kissed you again right now would you—”

You never got the chance to finish your question, much less prepare for the suddenness in which Kimi’s lips found their place on yours. With your mind clear of the alcohol and the atmosphere being the complete opposite of last night, you allowed yourself to truly enjoy the feeling, knowing it would stick in your mind forever. You could barely recall what the kiss last night felt like, but you were sure it couldn’t hold a candle to the tenderness with which Kimi kissed you now.

His hand on your jaw, thumb ever so lightly stroking your skin to the same rhythm his lips danced on yours to. His patience was contrasted with your eagerness as your fingers laced through his hair, pulling him closer to you, deepening the kiss in whatever way you could.

At that moment it felt like nothing else mattered. Not the countless headlines and articles about Kimi’s incredible debut, not the next designer brand deal you would shoot for, not even the possible aftermath of you and Kimi becoming a thing. You didn’t care about how your brother would react or if he would approve or not. It wasn’t his place to butt in with an opinion either way. You knew from the way that Kimi kissed you that he was yours now, no matter what anyone said. Nothing could make you happier than that realization.

Perhaps it wasn’t just Kimi floating on cloud nine, for there seemed to be another result even more satisfying than finishing P4.

kimi taglist: @divierses,, @lxvemaze,, @revelauver

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ofstarsandvibranium · 2 months ago

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Heart and Home

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: Your relationship with Bucky was unexpected, but you’re grateful for it. Because if it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t be surrounded by these misfits turned heroes that you and your daughter now call “family”.

Bucky was finishing breakfast when he receives a video call. He immediately smiles when he sees the caller ID is you and the contact photo is of you and your daughter, Emilia.

“Morning, baby.” He says with a smile as your face appears on screen.

You giggle, “Morn-“

“MORNING, BUCKYYY!” four-year old, Emilia shouts into the phone, as she practically grabs the phone from you.

Bucky chuckles, “Good morning, sweet Emmy.”

“Where you?”

“At the tower, baby, but I’m seeing you in a bit. Right?”

“Yeah!” Emmy takes a pause and then asks, “Where Auntie Lena?”

Yelena immediately shoots out of her chair and grabs Bucky’s phone, “Well hello there, my precious Emmy.”

“AUNTIE LENA!” Emmy screeches.

You wince at the volume of your daughter, “Emmy, inside voice, please.”

“Sorry, mommy,” she gives you a sheepish look and then looks back at the phone, “Auntie Lena, I pushed someone off the slide!”

You sigh and Bucky, offscreen says, “Excuse me?”

“Yeeaaah, when we were at the park yesterday, a boy was being mean to her and…well…yeah, she pushed him off the slide.”

Yelena shrugs, “As she should, she was defending herself.”

You groan, “Yelena, I’m trying to teach her that violence isn’t the answer!”

“Not very realistic because sometimes it is the answer when other people are trying to hurt you, yes?” Alexei says off-screen.

Bucky looks at the Red Guardian in disbelief, “Alexei, she’s four. Who the heck is gonna try to hurt her?”

Alexei points to the phone, “Didn’t she say a boy was being mean to her?”

Yelena rolls her eyes and asks Emmy, “Emmy, what do I always tell you about Alexei?”

“Never listen to him ‘cause he’s a dum dum.”

“Hey!”

John snickers, “She’s not wrong,” and Ava smirks.

Bucky plucks his phone back from Yelena, “I’ll come over after this.”

“Ooorrr, you guys can come here. Bob and I can watch Emmy while you and Y/N go out.” Yelena suggests and Bucky cocks a brow at her, “What? It’s been a while since Emmy’s been here.”

Bucky snorts and turns back to you on the phone, “How ‘bout it, baby? Wanna go on a date while Emmy hangs here?”

“As long as all weapons are put away properly this time.”

Everyone turns to Alexei and he looks up in confusion, “It doesn’t hurt to start them young!”

“She’s four!” John exclaims in disbelief.

Yelena, John, Ava, and Alexei all begin to bicker and Bucky distances himself from the dining table turned debate podium.

He slowly approaches Bob, who’s sitting in his recliner by the window, “Hey, man, is it okay if you and Yelena watch Emmy while Y/N and I go on a date today?”

Bob looks up from his book with a soft smile, “Yeah. I’d be happy to.” Bucky turns the phone to Bob to show Emmy and Bob smiles wider, “Hi, Emmy!”

“Hi Uncle Robby! Can we paint again?”

Bob chuckles, “Sure, honey. I’ll get everything ready. I’ll see you in a bit, okay?”

“YAY!”

Bucky turns the phone back to him and takes note of the soft look on your face, “What?”

“I’m so happy Emmy has you guys,” a grateful tone can be heard in your voice.

Your pregnancy with Emmy was very lonely. Your parents were gone and Emmy’s father didn’t want anything to do with her. You had a single mother’s support group, but they didn’t feel like family.

And then you met Bucky.

You’d run into him often on your morning walks with Emmy after she was born and you two got to talking. One thing led to another and now you’re in a serious relationship with him and you and Emmy both consider his team to be family.

It’s not just you and Emmy anymore and you’re grateful.

“We’re happy to have you too, sweetheart,” Bucky replies with fondness.

You found a home in Bucky and he found his heart in you and Emmy.

You two were perfect for each other.

“Mommy lessgo! I wanna see Auntie Lena!” Emmy tugs on your arm in excitement causing you and Bucky to laugh.

“Alright. Alright! Let’s get dressed!” You turn to Bucky, “See you in a bit. Love you.”

“I love you.”

“Love you Bucky!”

“I love you too, Emmy. See you soon.”

“Byyyeeee!!” Emmy says with a wave and then you end the call.

Bucky pockets his phone and then looks back at the team, “All weapons away NOW. Locked up and hidden away. And absolutely NO shooting practice.” He looks at Alexei and then Yelena, pointing his metal finger at her, “And no fight training.”

Yelena scoffs, “Fine.”

#Bucky x reader #Bucky Barnes x reader #Bucky imagine #Bucky Barnes imagine

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rafeys-angel13 · 1 month ago

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golfing with rafe

summary: you have zero interest in golf but rafe wants you to come with him so you do. and after he takes care of you to say thank you.

warnings: none

writers notes: i had to google half of this stuff. i actually have no interest in golf but i definitely have interest in rafe playing golf 😋 also im too tired to proofread this so there may be mistakes…

rafe is always golfing and you're always complaining about him always going golfing. so he decided to bring you along and show you how fun it can be.

you get ready, tying you hair up in two pigtails. you put on a white skirt and a pink tank top with some pink new balance sneakers with white frilly socks poking out the top.

"seriously? you couldn't have just worn leggings and a shirt or something?" rafe leans against the doorway of the bedroom.

"no, ew" you scoff and shake your head, "i wanted to look pretty, so i wore this..." rafe chuckles and pulls you in by your waist, kissing your head. he pulls one of your pigtails gently.

"you always look pretty, sweet girl..." he smiles softly and your cheeks flush.

"thank you, rafey..." you lean up on your tip toes and peck his lips.

"never a problem, babe..." he squeezes your side, you gaze up at him with eyes full of love. his heart basically melts. he pushes down the urge to keep you at home all to himself and takes your hand.

"come on... lets go.." he pulls you outside to the car, excited to spend some time with you doing something you enjoy you get into the car and sigh.

"do we have to, rafe? why golf?" you pout slightly.

"i always go shopping with you... you have to do some things i enjoy sometimes..." he squeezes your thigh gently.

"i guess... but can we not just like... have some cocktails at the country club bar or something... that seems like more fun..." you twirl your finger around a piece of hair.

"they have drinks on the course, sweetheart. i can get you a pink glittery one if that's what your heart desires..."

"really?" you gasp and smile. as he nods with a smug smirk on his face. he always knows exactly how to convince you.

once you guys get to the course, he explains the different clubs and what you use them for.

"so they're all used for different distances, shot types and situations on the course~" you try to listen, you really do, but all you can focus on is how tight his sleeves are on his big biceps. you nod as he talks, zoning out on his tanned, muscly arms.

"you listening, princess?" rafe chuckles, tugging your pigtail.

"yeah, of course" you smile up at him sweetly, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"don't think you were, sweetheart..." he squeeze you.

"okay, maybe i wasn't..." you giggle and he grabs your chin, pulling your head up to look at him.

"you gonna sit pretty and listen, angel?" he presses a few light kisses to your lips as if to persuade you to listen.

"yeah" you smile softly, easily convinced by his sweet kisses.

"okay... so- let me show you how to swing." he grabs a club and stands behind you, positioning your hips against his, crouching slightly to meet your hips. you let him help you hold the club properly.

"my nails-" you whine.

"christ, they're fine, baby... okay- now when you swing, keep your hips in place until the balls moving okay?" he demonstrates, moving your arms with his.

"okay..."

he sets down a ball and steps away from you.

"hit it, baby girl..." he smirks and looks you up and down, not missing your butt sticking out more than usual.

you swing and hit the ball quite a distance, it doesn't even land remotely near where you were aiming but rafe doesn't need to know that. you squeal excitedly and turn to look at him.

"atta girl" he smirks and pats your butt, "you're a natural, babe"

"yay" you giggle

you guys continue around the golf course, he explains tactics and rules as you go.

"rafe... slow down. what the hell are you even saying? can't i just hit the ball and hope it goes in? that seems much easier..."

"no baby... you gotta know how the rules work and how to plan your swing. here.. look" he takes the club off you and doesn't bother to line up the club with the ball and just smacks it, he turns back to you.

"if you don't plan it, it's shit. and you don't wanna lose, right?" he shrugs and you shake your head.

after starting to listen properly, you're starting to think this is pretty fun. rafe is beyond happy that you're enjoying something he also enjoys.

after a few hours, the sun starts to set and you guys head back home. once you get inside, you take your shoes off and lay on the couch.

rafe joins you, sitting next to you and pulling your legs over his lap.

"i'm tired..." you mumble and rub your eyes, your legs immediately relaxing as he starts to tub your thighs.

"yeah you look a little sleepy..." he says quietly, looking over your expression.

you smile slightly as he moves to your calves and rubs them too. after a few minutes of comfortable silence and him rubbing your legs, he speaks up again.

"come on, lets head to bed..." he stands up and takes your hand to lead you upstairs.

once you make it upstairs, he grabs your favourite pair of pyjamas and stands in front of where you're sat on the bed, lazily taking your hair down and makeup off.

"arms up, angel..." he instructs softly and you lift your arms up.

he takes off your tank top and bra, pulling the silky material of your pyjama top over your head and letting you slip your arms in.

"there you go... good girl. lets get this pretty little skirt off..." he smirks and you lift your hips up to help him slide it down your legs.

he swaps your skirt for the silk shorts with the little bow detail on the waistband.

"thank you..." you smile gratefully, yawning and rubbing your tired eyes yet again.

"was that a yawn, tired girl...?" he chuckles softly as he kisses your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before moving down to kiss your cheek. he pulls the covers back and lays the pillows out how you like it.

"it's definitely time for bed, huh?" he lays you down and pulls the cosy white sheets over you. "there ya go... i've got you..." he smiles and presses a few kisses to your face, stripping down to his boxers and getting into bed next to you.

"sleep tight, sweetheart... thank you for coming with me today... you did well, i'm so proud of you..." he pulls your head against his chest gently.

"i need something in return..." you mumble tiredly.

"anything you want, angel... i'd give you the world if you wanted it, sweet girl..." he strokes your back softly, lulling you into a peacefull, much needed sleep.

"sweet dreams, beautiful..." he kisses your head and tries to get some sleep of his own.

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bleulikedaylight · 1 month ago

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Cite Me Later

pairing: academic rival! natasha romanoff x academic rival! reader

synopsis: you’ve always been top of your class—sharp, confident, and unbeatable. in your world, there’s no such thing as a worthy rival. that is, until natasha romanoff strides into your class with a smirk and a sharper argument that throws your entire carefully controlled world into chaos.

warnings: none !! <3 | wc: 2.2k | genre: academic enemies-to-lovers

note: posting a lot 'cause i'm bored as hell. someone pls give me a hobby or a thesis deadline or smth. 🥲

also, to the anon who asked if i have a masterlist—i do now. yay !! here it is: bleu's intro & masterlist !! ♡

You’d always believed in one thing: there is no such thing as a worthy rival.

People either got in your way or trailed behind. You were always two steps ahead, first in every list, most respected, and most feared. That is, until Natasha Romanoff walked into your sophomore political theory class like she owned the world and immediately raised her hand with a better argument than yours.

You’d never hated someone faster.

And you’d never thought about anyone more.

For two years, the two of you danced through every class, every competition, every student council election like twin flames destined to clash. Professors took bets. Students whispered. Even the president of the university made a comment about how you two should “either get a room or co-author a research paper.”

You had no plans to do either.

That is, until your university’s elite debate championship dropped the bomb: final round—1 vs 1 debate: Natasha Romanoff vs Y/N L/N.

Of course. Who else would it be?

You were doomed.

Not because you thought you’d lose. No. You were doomed because last week, Natasha Romanoff looked you dead in the eye after a mock trial and said, “You blinked. I win.”

You did blink.

Because she smiled.

And your brain short-circuited.

—

You arrived at the auditorium ready for war—blazer ironed, cards memorized, hair sleek, lipstick perfectly placed. The student auditorium was packed, buzzing. Wanda, your roommate, waved at you with both hands from the front row while mouthing KILL HER.

Across the stage, Natasha adjusted her sleeves like she was getting ready for a date, not war. She wore her signature dark-red lipstick and a subtle smirk like it was custom-made. Her black turtleneck somehow made her look smarter. Infuriating.

The moderator explained the rules. Each of you got five minutes to open, followed by three rounds of rebuttals.

The topic: “Surveillance in modern democracy—boon or bane?”

You took the negative. Natasha took the affirmative.

Game on.

You were flawless. Your opening statement was clear, concise, cutting. The audience nodded, impressed.

But Natasha?

She spoke like every word was silk dipped in poison.

She paced slowly, making eye contact with the audience, then you, then the panel. Her hands moved just enough to make her point but never enough to be dramatic. And she had the audacity to say, “My opponent makes an excellent point—hypothetically.”

The crowd gasped.

You wanted to scream.

But you rallied.

The third round came fast. You delivered your argument with surgical precision—facts sharpened like blades, your voice unwavering, confident, borderline smug.

And then she took the mic.

Natasha leaned forward, lips brushing the foam cover like it was an invitation. Her tone? Silky and laced with that Romanoff mischief that made half the room forget how to breathe.

"L/N," she said smoothly, eyes gleaming with something dangerous, "you’re making this almost too easy. You always do."

You narrowed your eyes, unsure if she was insulting you or complimenting you—or both.

She continued, "But don’t worry. I’ll let you explain your logic to me again... over coffee, maybe? My treat. Winner buys."

A ripple of laughter tore through the audience. You blinked, thrown off for half a second.

Did she just—

You slapped your hand over your mic and hissed, “Romanoff. Are you flirting with me right now?”

She tilted her head, all smug and no shame. “No,” she whispered back. “I’m distracting you.”

The moderator cleared their throat.

You turned back to the mic, mind rattled.

The final bell rang.

The debate ended.

And the audience? Lost their minds.

—

You stormed out of the auditorium with heels echoing your fury. Behind you, Natasha followed, calm as ever.

“You cheated,” you snapped, whirling around.

She looked amused. “By being charming?”

“By distracting me.”

“I only distract you because you like me.”

You froze. “Excuse me?”

She stepped closer, the hallway quiet and dim. “Come on, Y/N. You only argue with me like that because you want to see if I’ll push back.”

“I argue with everyone.”

“But you only blush with me.”

You touched your cheek instinctively.

Damn it.

“This is why you’re still single,” you said, crossing your arms.

She tilted her head.

“No,” she said, smile softening into something dangerous. “I’m still single because you haven’t confessed to me yet, Y/N.”

Your mouth opened.

Nothing came out.

Your heart forgot how to beat.

And for the first time in your entire academic life—you had no rebuttal.

—

Back in your dorm, you paced while Wanda watched from the bed, popcorn in hand.

“Say it again?” she asked.

“She said—she’s still single because I haven’t confessed yet.” You paused. “Like, what even—what was I supposed to say?!”

“I don’t know, ‘yes, Natasha, I’ve secretly wanted to kiss you since Intro to Gov.’ Maybe that?”

“I’m not falling for her.”

Wanda gave you a look.

You fell back onto the bed. “This is bad. I can’t be falling for my rival.”

“You’re already gone, babe.”

You groaned and fell face-first into your pillows.

—

Fate, or some chaotic god, had a sense of humor. The next class project? Partnered research. Your professor announced the pairings with casual indifference.

Of course, the professor paired you with Natasha.

“She requested you,” your prof said casually.

“Sorry?”

“She said no one else could match her.”

Great.

Just great.

You met her at the library the next day, heart pounding.

“You look like you’re about to fight me,” Natasha said, sliding into the seat across from you.

“I am.”

She chuckled. “Good. I like it when you fight.”

You glared, opening your laptop. “Let’s just get this done.”

Hours passed in chaos. You bickered about citations, rewrote the thesis four times, and debated tone until your heads hurt. But each time her fingers brushed yours, your pulse jumped. When she leaned over to point at your screen and her hair brushed your cheek, you froze.

Once, she leaned over you to point at your screen, her hair brushing your cheek.

You froze.

“You smell good,” she murmured.

“Shut up,” you muttered, ears burning.

She grinned. “Make me.”

You stared at her.

“I will.”

“Do it.”

And just like that, the library air turned electric.

You broke the tension by knocking her water bottle over.

Twice.

—

It happened again at the library—but this time, it wasn’t her. It was Enzo—the third-year International Studies major who always managed to appear when Natasha wasn’t around.

Today, he came bearing coffee. Your favorite.

“You look stressed,” Enzo said, placing the drink beside your laptop. “Thought you could use this.”

You blinked. “I—uh. Thanks. That’s… really sweet.”

He grinned, leaning against the table a little too casually. “I was wondering if you’d want to co-present for Model UN next month. You’re kind of amazing, and it’d be an honor.”

Before you could even respond, a shadow fell across your table.

“She already has a partner,” Natasha said coolly, appearing out of nowhere.

Your heart stuttered.

Enzo straightened. “Oh. Hey, Natasha. Didn’t see you there.”

“I know,” she said. “Maybe next time, announce yourself with a trumpet.”

You choked on your coffee.

Enzo blinked, confused. “It’s just a coffee. No need to be—”

“Possessive?” she cut in smoothly, slipping into the seat beside you. Her arm brushed yours. She didn’t move away. “Good. Just clarifying.”

Enzo left shortly after, citing “a class,” but he looked like he might transfer universities.

You turned to her. “What was that?”

“Coffee makes me territorial.”

“That wasn’t your coffee.”

“No,” she said, voice lower now, “but you’re mine.”

You stared. “Excuse me?”

She smiled sweetly, pulling your laptop toward her. “Now. About that conclusion paragraph.”

You spent the next twenty minutes typing in silence while your brain combusted.

—

The moment it all came to a head happened on the rooftop.

You’d just submitted your joint paper—the professor emailed to say it was “the best submission of the semester.”

The sun was setting, city lights flickering awake one by one beneath your feet. You held a cup of coffee in one hand, a slice of banana bread in the other. Natasha leaned on the railing beside you, hair tousled by the breeze.

Neither of you said anything for a while.

“It’s kind of annoying,” you said finally.

“What is?”

“That we’re good at everything.”

She laughed, brushing a crumb off your blazer. “We are.”

You turned to her. “I didn’t think we’d work well together.”

“I knew we would,” she said.

“Why?”

She met your gaze.

“Because you’re the only person who scares me,” she said. “And excites me. At the same time.”

You blinked. “Is this your way of flirting again?”

“It’s my way of confessing.”

You froze.

“Y/N,” she continued, voice quieter, “I’ve liked you since you corrected Professor Ross on a constitutional clause in front of the whole class."

“That was two years ago.”

“I’m very patient.”

You didn’t know what to say. You tried to say something witty. Clever. Deflect.

“This is bad. I can’t be falling...”

“…for you,” you finished, barely audible.

You expected her to tease you. Maybe crack a smug grin or say something borderline insufferable.

Instead, Natasha just looked at you like she already knew. Like she’d always known.

“I know,” she said softly, stepping closer. “But it doesn’t have to be.”

You laughed, breathless. “We’re rivals.”

“Rivals don’t stay up editing each other’s citations,” she countered. “They don’t memorize each other’s coffee orders or steal pens just to watch you pout and roll your eyes.”

She reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“And they definitely don’t make each other blush this much.”

You hated that she was right. And loved it, too.

Your lips parted to respond—but the rooftop door creaked open.

Wanda.

Of course.

She squinted at you both, eyes darting between your flushed face and Natasha’s proximity.

“I KNEW IT,” she screamed. “I KNEW YOU WERE FLIRTING DURING THE DEBATE.”

You groaned. “Wanda—”

“I’m telling the group chat.”

“You are not telling the group chat—”

But it was too late. She was already running back inside, shrieking something about ‘endgame lesbians’ and ‘slow burn finally burning.’

You turned back to Natasha, exasperated. “You’ve doomed me.”

“I’ll take responsibility,” she said, grinning. “Want me to draft a public statement?”

“You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re in love with me.”

You didn’t deny it.

—

You and Natasha showed up to your next class five minutes late.

Everyone stared.

You were glowing.

Natasha’s lipstick was smudged.

Wanda fist-pumped like she’d won the lottery. The professor didn’t even blink.

Later that week, your university released the final overall academic rankings.

You and Natasha?

Tied for first.

For the fourth time in a row.

She leaned over and whispered, “We’re good at sharing, huh?”

You smirked. “We’ll see about that.”

—

You didn’t sleep that night.

Part of it was the caffeine, but most of it was her.

You lay in bed staring at your ceiling, replaying the rooftop, the smile she gave you, the way she said “you’re mine” like it was a truth she never doubted.

At 2:41 a.m., your phone buzzed.

You stared at the message.

—

You met her outside your dorm, both in hoodies and sneakers, the city quiet and glimmering.

“I was hoping you’d say yes,” she said, falling into step beside you.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re lucky I’m already in too deep.”

You walked aimlessly, passing quiet cafés and flickering lamp posts, your shoulders brushing now and then like it meant nothing. But it meant everything.

“You know,” you said, hands stuffed in your hoodie pocket, “when I first met you, I wanted to push you down a flight of stairs.”

She snorted. “I thought you were a robot. Like, no emotion, just pure ambition.”

You smiled. “You were the first person who made me feel… nervous.”

She glanced at you, eyes soft. “You made me want to be better. And I hated you for it.”

You stopped walking.

“So what now?” you asked. “Are we... a thing?”

“I hope so,” she said, then leaned down, pressing her forehead to yours. “Unless you’d rather we keep flirting through footnotes and rebuttals.”

You grinned. “Maybe both.”

She kissed you.

And it felt less like the end of a rivalry—and more like the start of something real.

—

Your friends started asking questions. The professors started smiling when you bickered in class. You still debated her over everything—lunch menus, political philosophies, even what the best seat was in the student lounge.

But now, when you won, she kissed you.

When she won, you let her.

She still brought up the Enzo moment sometimes.

“Would’ve punched him if he asked you out,” she muttered once.

“You can’t punch diplomacy majors.”

“I can try.”

—

You lost your next debate to her.

On purpose.

She kissed you right after.

You decided maybe losing wasn’t so bad.

Not when it was to Natasha Romanoff.

And especially not when she pulled you aside after the crowd cleared and whispered, “Still rivals?”

You kissed her.

“Always.”

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𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 | chapter 3

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꩜ synopsis: you’re best friends. just best friends. except when she lingers a little too long at your door. except when she calls you her favorite, and it doesn’t feel like a joke. except when her fingers graze yours and neither of you pull away. except when you start to wonder if she’s wondering, too…

꩜ Pairing: Ellie Williams x fem reader (no use of y/n)

꩜ CW: swearing, mentions of smoking. (lmk if i missed any)

꩜ WC: 7.1k

꩜ A/N: HEYYY I’M BACK long chapter (yay) full of tension and full of fluff. I love them sm… hope u guys like this one ;)

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A month had passed since that dinner with Ellie at your place, and something had shifted between you. Neither of you acknowledged it, both too clueless or too careful, avoiding it like it might disappear if left alone.

It was a slow Tuesday afternoon at the diner, the kind that dragged its feet and smelled like coffee and grease. You were wiping down the counter, absentmindedly humming along to the oldies playlist your boss refused to update. Your mind drifted back to Ellie. The closeness, the quiet intimacy. You started to wonder. But before you could spiral, your name was called from the back.

“Can I talk to you for a sec?” Maria, your manager, poked her head out from the kitchen.

Your heart did a tiny, nervous jump. That tone could mean anything. You nodded, tossing the rag into the sink and walking toward her office, nerves prickling at your spine.

She shut the door behind you gently, then leaned on the edge of her desk with her arms crossed. “How long you been here now?”

“Uh… almost two years” you answered, chewing the inside of your cheek.

She nodded slowly. “You’ve been solid since day one. Reliable. Good with customers, good with the crew. And I’ve been watching how you handle things during the rush when I’m not around, it doesn’t fall apart. That means something.”

You blinked. “Are you… firing me nicely?”

Maria barked a laugh. “No, dummy. I’m promoting you.”

You just stared at her, eyes wide.

“Assistant manager,” she clarified, sliding a new badge across the desk toward you. “More hours, bit more cash, little less nonsense from me since you’ll be the one dealing with the nonsense now.”

You picked up the badge like it might vanish. “Wait, seriously?”

“Dead serious. You’ve earned it.”

For a moment, you didn’t know what to say. You grinned widely, and then your eyes prickled without permission. This job even tho it could be shitty at times, it was the first job you got when you moved to the city, after your fallout with your parents, this promotion felt like a reward for all your hard work, “Thank you, holy shit, thank you.”

“Don’t cry in my office,” she warned with a smirk. “Go take five. Call someone.”

“Does this mean I can wear normal clothes now?”

Maria let out a small laugh, “Yes sweetie, no more aprons and visors”

You were grateful for that, already fishing your phone out of your apron.

Outside, leaning against the chipped wall of the alley behind the diner, you called Ellie.

“Hey,” she answered, sounding a little winded. “Everything okay?”

“I just got promoted.”

A pause.

“Wait, what?!” Her voice practically jumped through the phone. “Are you serious?!”

“Assistant manager. Maria just told me.”

You could practically hear the smile breaking across her face. “Dude! That’s amazing. Holy shit. I knew it! You’ve been killing it. I’m so fucking proud of you.”

You laughed, overwhelmed. “Thank you. I don’t know, it still doesn’t feel real. At first I thought I was getting kicked out”

“It is real,” she said firmly. “And we’re celebrating. Don’t argue.”

“I don’t get off for another two hours—”

“I’m already planning it. Just be ready. Something chill.’”

You rolled your eyes, cheeks warm. “You’re not serious.”

“Oh you know I am. Now get back in there, Assistant Manager.”

You smiled like an idiot the whole way back inside.

After the news Maria gave you, the rest of your day flew by. You barely remembered clocking out. Soon enough, you were in the locker room changing into your regular clothes, a pair of jeans and your favorite sweater, the one that always made you feel held. The weather was finally cooling down, and with it came the little joys: cozy layers, boots, and an excuse to drink hot chocolate without shame.

You texted Ellie that you were heading out of work and asked if she wanted to catch a movie or something. Casual. Friendly. Normal. The kind of thing that shouldn’t make your stomach twist but it did.

A few minutes later, your phone buzzed with a notification, your Uber had arrived. The driver, a nice man in his mid-forties, made friendly small talk, and the ride passed quickly. You thanked him, said goodbye, and made sure to give him a five star review.

You juggled a paper bag full of leftovers in one hand and your keys in the other, missing the keyhole on your first try. When you finally got the door open, you stepped inside.

It was dark.

Suspiciously dark.

“Sally?” you called out, flicking the light switch.

“SURPRISE!” your friends yelled, including your roommate Sally.

You nearly dropped the bag.

Dina popped a confetti popper that exploded with sad little bits of paper and glitter. Jesse stood off to the side, holding a plastic tiara he’d clearly grabbed from a dollar store. And Ellie standing at the center of it all, grinning like an idiot holding a cake with the words “ASSistant Manager” messily piped on top, clearly by her own hand. A party hat sat crooked on her head.

Your jaw dropped. “What the—?”

“Congrats, Assistant Manager!” Ellie said in a sing-song voice, raising the cake like a trophy.

You blinked, stunned, taking in the streamers haphazardly taped above your bookshelf, the “YOU DID IT!” banner scrawled in black Sharpie on a wrinkled sheet of poster paper, and the small cake sitting on your coffee table.

“You guys did all this?”

“Dina did the banner,” Jesse said, already munching on chips.

“Ellie baked the cake,” Dina added. “Kind of.”

“It’s store bought,” Ellie admitted with a shrug. “But I did the frosting. Hence the artistic genius.”

Your heart did that annoying flutter thing. You stepped inside, still dumbfounded, still holding the takeout bag.

“You guys are ridiculous.” you said, voice soft around the edges.

“And you are a boss bitch now,” Sally said proudly, giving you a hug as she took the bag from your hands and set it on the counter, next to some sodas and snacks.

Then Ellie was at your side, hand sliding into yours guiding you to the couch, her fingers were warm and steady. Her grin softened. “Seriously. You’ve been working so hard. You deserve this. We’re all so fucking proud of you.”

Your throat tightened. You tried not to cry again, but your eyes betrayed you, prickling with heat. “You’re all so amazing,” you managed to say, voice wobbly. “I hate you.”

“Liar,” Jesse said, and plopped the tiara onto your head without asking.

You laughed, ducking your head. When you looked up, Ellie was still standing close. Close enough that your knees brushed as she sat beside you on the couch. Her party hat had slipped lower now, barely hanging on. Her eyes hadn’t left you.

“This is just the beginning,” she murmured, soft and sincere, her eyes on you. Not the party. “You’re gonna do way more than assistant manager one day. I know it.”

You didn’t answer at first. Couldn’t. The look she was giving you, warm and full of belief, it pressed against something tender inside of you.

God, she made this so hard.

You swallowed hard, tilting your face down as your cheeks grew hot under the weight of Ellie’s gaze. Jesse and Dina were arguing over the playlist now, Sally was cutting up the cake and plating the slices in small paper plates for everyone.

But none of it registered, not really. All you could feel was the heat of Ellie’s thigh against yours, her hand still brushing yours on the cushion, pinky hooked like she couldn’t quite let go.

Sally came over, handing you a slice of cake on a paper plate and plopping down on the armrest. “Alright, boss, say something before we play charades or whatever Jesse planned.”

You laughed wetly, dabbing your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater. “What is there to say? I love you guys. You made me cry over balloons and cake.”

“That was the goal,” Dina said proudly. “Mission accomplished.”

The night went on with soft music, stolen photos, and a dumb group selfie that Jesse insisted on taking under the You Did It! sign. No one drank (per your very clear warning that you didn’t want to show up hungover on your first day with a promotion.)

“I don’t need that kind of karma,” you’d joked earlier, and now you were curled up beside Ellie, full of cake and warm in a way that had nothing to do with temperature. Everyone was chatting, talking about their day and telling dumb jokes, you felt so grateful for this moment, wishing to freeze it forever in time.

Eventually, the party started to wind down. Dina had class early. Jesse had to open the record shop and Sally gave you a look that said “Early shift tomorrow, heading to bed.

Ellie checked the time on her phone, screen dim in the soft light. “Shit,” she mumbled. “Didn’t realize it was almost midnight.”

You looked at her, reluctant. “Yeah. Probably time to call it.”

She nodded, but didn’t move yet. “You tired?”

“No,” you said, a little too quickly. Then you added, quieter, “Not really.”

She smiled at that, the barest curve of her lips. “Still… should probably get out of your hair.”

You didn’t answer right away, eyes lingering on the way her hoodie hung loose on her frame, the strands of hair at her temple slightly flattened from the dumb party hat.

“Have a smoke with me before you leave?” you asked, rising from the couch.

Ellie stood too, rubbing the back of her neck with a shy little grin. “Alright, boss.”

The apartment was quiet as you made your way to the small balcony, your steps echoing faintly against the wood floor. Ellie pulled out her Altoids tin, flicked the lighter, and handed you the cigarette, her fingers brushing yours. Warm.

“So who’s gonna serve me my pancakes now?” she teased, sarcasm curling at the edges of her voice.

“That’s an extra task I’m still willing to do,” you said, lips twitching. “But it’ll require extra tips.”

“Oh yeah? Is being the best friend in the world not enough?” she replied with a lazy smirk, taking a drag.

Your breath hitched a little. Best friend. Of course. That’s what she was. Is. That’s what she’d always been.

You smiled anyway. “Of course it is silly. I’ll make sure to sneak into the kitchen and draw a stupid face with chocolate chips.”

Ellie chuckled, low and real.

Then her hand rested on yours. the one gripping the balcony railing. Her touch was light, but it grounded you like a weight. “Hey,” she said, softer now, no jokes left in her voice. “I meant it. I’m proud of you.”

Your heart thudded like a drum in your chest. “Thanks, Els.”

The two of you shared the cigarette, passing it back and forth in the quiet night. It was almost meditative. Almost intimate.

Eventually, Ellie looked away, exhaling slowly. “I should get going for real. Text me when you get to the diner tomorrow?”

You nodded. “Only if you promise to make fun of my stupid name tag again.”

Her grin returned, that familiar lopsided thing. “Absolutely.”

You walked her to the door. Stepped out the last embers of the cigarette with the edge of your shoe. And just like that, she was gone.

The door shut softly behind her. You rested your forehead against the wood for a second too long, letting out a quiet breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

Ellie stepped into her truck, chest still warm with a feeling she’d been trying way too hard to ignore. Being quiet and alone with her thoughts only made it worse. She turned the radio on, hoping the mindless pop song playing in the background would be enough to drown everything out.

It worked. For a second.

Then she remembered the way your smile crooked just a little more when you talked to her. The way your eyes had gone glassy when she told you how proud she was. She wanted to make you feel like that forever and—

Nope. Fuck this. I’m not doing this.

She cranked the volume all the way up, gripping the wheel tighter, convincing herself it was just a phase. Just something she’d get over.

Eventually.

The next morning, your alarm dragged you out of a shallow sleep. You rubbed your eyes and blinked at the early light filtering through your curtains. You sat up slowly, stretching the stiffness from your arms and legs before slipping out of bed.

The apartment was quiet. Sally had already left for her early shift, and the remnants of the party were still scattered around. Paper plates on the counter, a balloon or two clinging to the ceiling, and your tiara sitting on the coffee table.

You brushed your teeth while staring at your own tired reflection, mentally hyping yourself up for the new responsibilities. You pulled your hair into an almost perfectly neat ponytail, your new uniform sitting slightly-starched in your bed. Once you got dressed and pinned the shiny name tag over your chest, you took one last glance at your reflection. It looked better than your old attire, that's for sure.

You got to the diner a little earlier than usual. Maria was already there, sleeves rolled up, reviewing inventory in the back.

“There she is,” she said, without looking up. “Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, huh?”

You smiled sheepishly. “More like bright eyed and about to collapse.”

Maria smirked, finally turning to you. “Get used to it. You wanted the title, now you get the joy of looking like you’re in charge even when you’re running on fumes.”

She handed you a small clipboard with the day’s notes. “You’ll still be doing floor work today, but I want you to start shadowing the closeout. Cash registers, logs, the whole thing. And we’re short-staffed for the lunch rush, so I might ask you to handle the scheduling this week.”

You blinked. “All that today?”

Maria raised an eyebrow. “You want the job or not?”

You let out a breath. “No, yeah. Absolutely. I’m in.”

Maria nodded, and her face softened. “Good. ‘Cause I wouldn’t have picked you if I didn’t think you could handle it.”

That quiet bit of validation settled somewhere deep in your chest. You glanced down at your clipboard, then back up with a nervous but determined grin.

“Okay, boss,” you said.

Maria rolled her eyes, already walking away. “Don’t push it.”

As you tied your apron and stepped onto the floor, your phone buzzed in your back pocket. A text from Ellie.

“Name tag looking sexy yet?”

You failed to not smile like an idiot.

“Hotter than ever” you replied, shoving your phone in your pocket before getting started with all your new tasks.

You were mid-way through checking the prep station when your phone buzzed again in your back pocket. It was Ellie. “Hey sorry boss, running a lil late. got caught up w/ a shoot. be there soon tho. save me a booth?”

You smiled to yourself, tucking the phone back into your apron. Typical. But you didn’t mind, you still had a shit ton of things to do so it was perfect timing.

“Hey, new boss lady,” one of the servers called from the back, “you gonna assign tables or just smile at your phone all day?”

You blinked and straightened up, clearing your throat. “Right. Let’s move, people.”

By noon, the place was packed.

The lunch rush hit hard. Families, regulars, one annoying couple who kept changing their order, and it felt like everyone had decided to test your patience and the limits of the kitchen at the same time.

“Table five says their toast is too burnt. Again,” Jasmine groaned, setting the plate down beside you.

You didn’t even flinch. “Switch it for sourdough and refill their coffee. Tell them I said it’s on the house.”

She blinked. “Alright, Miss-almost-manager.”

You didn’t have time to respond because the dishwasher shouted something about a clogged drain, someone else said the register was acting weird, and your cook, Leo, had accidentally used the wrong sauce on two different plates.

You rolled up your sleeves, quite literally, and dove in.

Replaced a fuse. Took over the register for fifteen minutes to get the line moving. Helped on the floor. Gave your team water breaks. Even did a quick round of table touch-ins, checking in on customers with a polite smile and a “How’s everything tasting today?”

You didn’t feel calm. You were sweating under your uniform and your back hurt like a bitch, but no one else needed to know that.

You were in charge now, and you couldn’t fuck this up.

At some point between solving a syrup emergency and restocking the napkins, you heard the little chime above the front door.

Ellie stepped in, tugging her camera strap off her shoulder. She was wearing Joel’s jacket and her usual pair of jeans, with her beat up all stars. Obviously. She looked around for a second, a little stunned at the chaos still echoing through the space, and then she saw you.

Standing near the counter, clipboard in one hand, head tilted as you gave instructions to one of the new servers. Calm, focused, in control.

Ellie’s jaw ticked. She was done for.

You turned a moment later, as if sensing her. And when your eyes met hers, something softened in your expression. A flick of relief and joy that made her insides twist up in the best kind of way.

You made your way to her through the lunch crowd.

“Hey,” you said, a little breathless. “You made it.”

“Yeah. Place looks like hell—but you look hot.” Ellie said, mentally slapping herself on the face, why did she say that?

You snorted, shaking your head. “I’ve been on my feet for five hours, I’m sweaty, and I think I might be legally dead inside.”

Ellie gave you a look, taking a step closer. “Still hot.” She didn’t know why her mouth kept moving and it was upsetting her.

That made your face heat up, and you were grateful for the chaos around you to hide it. You cleared your throat, adjusting your clipboard.

“Your usual booth?”

“I want whatever booth comes with a side of you sitting with me,” she said. “When you can.”

Your lips twitched. “Can’t sit during rush hour, Williams.”

Ellie mock saluted. “Understood, boss.”

She took her seat by the window, camera beside her, still watching you as you walked away.

God, she was so pathetic.

When the diner finally quieted down, after the crazy lunch rush, a soft hum of post-rush chatter replaced the earlier chaos. The AC kicked in gently above you, cooling the back of your neck as you brought over Ellie’s usual club sandwich with extra fries and a tall glass of strawberry lemonade, condensation dripping down the sides.

Ellie’s eyes lit up as you set the plate in front of her. “God, I love you.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“—This sandwich. Love this sandwich.” she added quickly, grinning behind the straw as she took a sip.

“Right,” you said, sliding into the booth across from her. “I’ll better go then, enjoy your sandwich date.” You said teasingly.

She kicked your shin under the table. You kicked hers back, smiling stupidly at each other before falling into the usual rhythm, talking about your shift, her shoot, the latest drama from Jesse and Dina (They kissed again but still no love confession), and your roommate Sally’s stupid boyfriend that snored so loud every time he slept over at the apartment.

Ellie was halfway through a dramatic retelling of her awkward run-in with an ex-classmate during her morning shoot when her phone buzzed.

She glanced down, pausing. Her brows lifted.

“Huh.”

You leaned over the table slightly. “What?”

She tapped her screen and turned it so you could see the email.

From: Dr. Anderson, Surgical Foundation

Subject: Event Photography Inquiry

Dear Ms. Williams,

We’re hosting our annual fundraising gala for the Children’s Cardiac Research Foundation and we’re looking to hire a photographer to document the event. Your portfolio came highly recommended…

You blinked. “Isn’t Dr. Anderson, like rich as fuck and almost Elite famous?”

Ellie nodded slowly, scrolling. “Yup. Real fancy shit. It’s black tie, huge donor turnout. And—holy shit, they’re offering me almost double my usual rate.”

“Ellie. That’s insane. You’re gonna take it, right?”

“I mean—yeah, obviously,” she said, still scrolling, “wait—look. It says I get a plus one.”

“You gonna bring Cat as your date?” you joked, but the words tasted bitter in your mouth.

She snorted. “You’re never letting that go will you?” you shook your head in response. As if the thought of Ellie with another girl didn’t make you sick to your stomach.

“Well actually, I was kinda hoping you’d come with me.” She said in a more serious, yet nervous tone.

You blinked.

“To the Anderson gala?”

“Yeah. I mean—don’t worry, it’s paid for. They cover dinner and everything, and I’ll be working for part of it, but—c’mon. It could be fun. You’d look hot in some little dress or whatever. Plus it’s great exposure—for me, I mean,” she added quickly, ears going pink. “But also just… I want you there.”

Your mouth opened, then closed.

Then “Wait—you want me there?”

Ellie raised an eyebrow. “Dude. I want you everywhere.”

You nearly choked on your lemonade.

She laughed, cheeks red now, and quickly took another bite of her sandwich to shut herself up. Where the fuck was all this boldness coming from? She has always been flirty on a surface level with you, but now she felt like being swallowed by the ground every time she opened that big mouth of hers.

You tried to play it cool, fingers toying with a napkin on the table. “You sure? I don’t wanna ruin your gig with my awkward social skills.”

Ellie tilted her head. “I only want you there. You make me feel like I can breathe when I’m working these things. You don’t even have to talk to anyone. Just eat the fancy appetizers, sit near me, maybe sneak me a couple fries while I shoot. That’s all I need.”

You stared at her. She wasn’t joking. She really wanted you to come.

Your heart fluttered stupidly in your chest.

“Well,” you said slowly, trying to sound chill even though your insides were screaming, “I guess I should probably buy a dress, huh?”

Ellie’s grin was so wide it made your knees weak.

“I’ll come with you,” she said. “We’ll make a day of it. Fancy gala shopping spree.”

You laughed, leaning your chin in your hand. How could you ever say no to her? especially when she was asking you like the world would collapse if you weren’t by her side. (Which partly was true).

Outside, the clouds shifted, casting a warm stripe of sunlight across the table. Ellie’s eyes looked extra green in the light. And somewhere deep in your stomach, beneath all the nerves and joy and chaos of the day you already knew.

You’d go anywhere with her.

After Ellie finished her meal, you both agreed to go fancy-outfit shopping tomorrow after your shift. The idea made your stomach flutter, you’d never been to something this upscale before. (Unless your cousin’s wedding counted, but… it really didn’t.)

After Ellie headed back to her studio, you stayed behind for a few more hours, helping close the place and chatting with Maria about your first day as assistant manager. She praised you for how well you’d handled everything. Especially the chaos of the lunch rush, which made your chest swell a little with pride.

By the time you stepped outside, the sun had dipped below the skyline, casting the streets in that soft, dusky glow. The September air was crisp, and you hugged your arms around yourself for warmth while waiting on your Uber. Your mind was still processing everything that had happened that day. your promotion, the rush, the weird calm that followed, and inevitably, your thoughts circled back to Ellie.

She’d asked you to go to this fancy event with her. Needed you there. The thought made your cheeks flush and your stomach twist in a way that felt too familiar. But she was your best friend. Of course she’d want you around for something important—right? She was just being nice. That’s all. You told yourself that, again and again, even as the warmth from the thought lingered a little too long.

Luckily, the car pulled up before your brain could spiral further. The ride home was quiet. you weren’t really in the mood to talk after such a long day, so you stuck to polite small talk and leaned against the window, eyelids heavy.

Sally was sprawled out on the couch when you walked in. Her eyes lit up as soon as she spotted the brown takeout bag in your hand. She immediately set the table for both of you, and the two of you ate together, trading stories about your day.

She vented about her annoying coworker and how she’d nearly slapped someone. You told her about your new responsibilities and briefly mentioned the gala Ellie was shooting, and that she’d invited you as her plus-one.

“So… Ellie,” Sally said, mouth full of burger. “This gala thing’s kind of a big deal for her, right?”

“Yeah. She could get a lot of exposure from it, more clients, maybe even regular gigs.”

Sally raised an eyebrow, chewing slowly. “Uh-huh. And she’s taking you. As her date.”

You almost choked on your salad. “It’s not like that,” you insisted, trying not to turn scarlet. “She’s my best friend and this is important for her, which is why she wanted me to come. That’s all.”

“Mhm.” Sally smirked and went back to scrolling on her phone. “Keep telling yourself that, honey. Maybe one day you’ll believe it.”

You stared down at your half-eaten salad, your appetite suddenly gone. You excused yourself, blaming how exhausted you were—which, thankfully, wasn’t a lie. All you wanted was a hot shower and sleep for three days straight.

Meanwhile, Ellie sat in her studio, hunched over her desk, aggressively scribbling a list of the gear she’d need for the gala shoot. She was so focused that she didn’t realize how late it had gotten, or that she hadn’t checked in on you.

When she finally glanced up, she groaned and rolled back in her chair so fast it nearly tipped. Her journal slipped from her lap and landed open on the floor.

She reached for her phone, still charging on the windowsill, and stooped to grab the notebook. It had flipped open to a familiar page, one filled with soft pencil sketches of you. Some from the diner. One from that time you fell asleep on her couch. A bunch of smaller ones: your eyes, your hands, the slope of your nose.

Her chest tightened. She ran a hand through her hair and grabbed her phone.

“Hey, sorry—got a bit caught up with prep. You get home okay?”

Your reply came just a minute later.

“No worries, I forgot too lol. Just got out of the shower and I think I need to sleep for 72 hours straight.”

Ellie smiled to herself, already picturing your sleepy pout.

“U should go to sleep. I’m picking you up after your shift tomorrow. We’re going fancy outfit shopping”

“Yes ma’am. See you tomorrow, Els;)”

“Night, boss.”

Ellie sat back on her bed, legs stretched out, journal forgotten at her side. The lamp on her nightstand cast a golden glow across the room, soft and warm. She stared at the ceiling,

Her heart felt stupidly full, overwhelmed, even. She didn’t know if it was nerves from the upcoming shoot, this being one of her biggest gigs yet… or if it was the fact that you were coming along. You’d seen her work before, sure—camera in hand, sleeves rolled up, focused and pacing. But this was different. You being there, dressed up and standing beside her, there just to support her… it made her heart swell in ways she didn’t want to name.

You were going to this gala with her.

You were going to wear something beautiful. Stand beside her in a room full of people.

And she was going to have to pretend none of that mattered more than it should.

What the hell was she doing?

It wasn’t like she hadn’t noticed it before, the way her eyes always drifted to you in a crowd, the way her brain stored your smiles like a collector desperate for a full set. But lately, it had become harder to ignore. Harder to laugh it off. You were her best friend.

And maybe that’s exactly what scared her the most.

She sighed and threw her arm over her eyes, the phone slipping from her fingers and landing softly on the comforter beside her.

Saturday was going to ruin her. She just knew it.

Eventually, sleep came. The only time her thoughts quieted. But even then, there you were, slipping into her dreams like it was the most natural thing in the world. You were holding her like you were afraid she might vanish, looking at her with those eyes that made her want to give you everything.

She was so fucked.

It was actually kind of hilarious.

Afternoon sunlight streamed into Ellie’s studio. It smelled faintly of coffee and lemon-scented cleaner. Her camera lay disassembled on the workbench, each lens carefully laid out as she cleaned them with practiced precision, small cloth moving in gentle circles. The ritual grounded her. One lens at a time.

She’d already backed up her SD cards, organized her battery packs, triple-checked her lighting gear, she liked to be organized even if there was still time, it made her feel more confident knowing everything was already in place. She wasn’t nervous. That part was easy. Predictable.

It was you that made her heart act up.

Her phone buzzed from the corner of the table. She wiped her hands and reached for it, it was a message from you.

“Just finished the lunch rush. I’ll be out in 30 min, lmk when you’re on your way”

“Be there soon;)”

“Alright loser”

She chuckled to herself, slipping her hoodie over a black tank top and grabbing her keys. She threw her camera bag into the backseat just in case, because she never went anywhere without it, and headed out the door.

Ellie pulled up to the curb, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel in rhythm with the music playing through her speakers. The windows were cracked, letting in the cool September air, and her smile widened a little too much when she spotted you pushing through the diner’s front doors, bag slung over your shoulder, hair slightly tousled from the long shift.

You were smiling already when you saw her.

She couldn’t help smiling back.

You slid into the passenger seat, sighing like someone who’d just escaped battle. “Holy fuck that was some shift right there.”

Ellie laughed, pulling away from the curb. “Well, soldier, you earned yourself a trip to the mall with your favorite person.”

“Yeah? Who?” you teased.

“Rude, I’m disinviting you now.” she said dramatically, the edges of her lips curving into a smirk.

“Nah, you’d miss me too much” you blinked at her, making you both giggle. The car ride was filled with your usual chatter and jokes, making it go by quick, you almost didn’t realize when Ellie was already pulling up to the mall’s parking lot.

The mall doors slid open with a soft whoosh, letting in the blast of air conditioning and the distant buzz of chatter and music from inside. It wasn’t as packed, fortunately, just a few teenagers and some families. You glanced at Ellie beside you, adjusting the strap of your bag. “Alright,” you said, grinning. “Any idea what we’re going for? Or are we just winging it until we cry in a H&M fitting room?”

Ellie huffed a laugh. “I was thinking classic lesbian formal attire,” she said dryly.

You squinted at her. “You sure you don’t wanna wear a dress? I think hot pink could really bring out your eyes.”

She deadpanned. “I’m leaving you in the food court, I’m so serious”

You both laughed as you started toward the more formal clothing section of the mall. First stop was helping Ellie. She wasn’t picky, thank god, she found a crisp white shirt she liked pretty fast, and after trying on a few blazers and pants, settled on a sleek black set that fit her just right. You made her do a little spin in the fitting room hallway just to annoy her.

“You look hot,” you teased, arms crossed as you leaned against the wall.

Ellie rolled her eyes, but the pink in her ears gave her away. “Yeah, yeah. Your turn.”

And then the fun part began.

You hit three different stores before landing in one that had just the right vibe, not too expensive, but full of gems. You started picking out a few dresses, arms full, while Ellie found a seat just outside the fitting rooms, legs stretched out in front of her as she waited, a few minutes later you came out of the little fitting room. Dress number one was short, silver, and too sparkly. You stepped out with a twirl.

Ellie tilted her head. “You look like a disco ball. A very cute disco ball, but…”

You agreed with her, the dress wasn’t ugly, but it just wasn’t for the occasion.

Dress two was red and tight, she blinked too fast when you stepped out. “That one’s illegal,” she said, tossing a hand over her eyes, peeking through her fingers.

You laughed so hard you had to grab the dressing room door frame to steady yourself.

Dress three? She gave a small thumbs down before even saying anything.

And so it went. Each new dress earning a quip, a blush, or a muttered holy shit under Ellie’s breath that she hoped you didn’t catch. But you were watching her just as closely. Not that she had to know, you were enjoying this a little too much.

Finally, you stepped out in the one.

Simple. Elegant. Long navy blue with thin spaghetti straps. It hugged you just right, flowing soft at the hem.

Ellie froze.

Her eyes looked over you slowly, like she was in slow motion, blinking like she needed to make sure you were real. “Okay,” she said finally, voice just a little rough. “That’s… yeah. That’s the one.”

You turned slightly. “I think so too. It’s just—” you twisted your torso awkwardly, “can you help me up with the zipper please?”

Ellie stood like her limbs weren’t fully cooperating, stepping behind you. Her fingers fumbled for a second at the small zipper along your spine. You could feel her breath, soft against your skin. Neither of you said anything at first.

Then, quietly, almost too quiet, Ellie muttered, “It’s perfect”

You smiled, heart thudding a little too hard. “It’s just a dress, Els.”

“Sure,” she said, adjusting the straps of the dress, her cold fingers lingering at the base of your neck for a beat too long. When you turned around, you were both flustered, trying to pretend like nothing had happened.

You looked in the mirror one more time before rushing back into the dressing room and changing before you could combust. Still a little breathless from the previous moment. Ellie’s hands had been cold and just a little shaky as she helped you into the dress, and the moment had hung in the air like something fragile.

Now, the two of you were heading to the register, your dress in hand, Ellie’s outfit inside the stupidly big paper bags from the first store you had gone to. You bumped shoulders as you walked, laughing about how you almost bought the glitter monstrosity “for the bit,” and then—

“Next in line?” called a voice that made Ellie freeze. There was no fucking way.

You looked up to see a girl behind the counter with a pixie cut and a nose ring, smirking slightly when she spotted Ellie.

“Shit, it’s Cat” Ellie muttered under her breath, too low for anyone but you to hear.

Your brow furrowed. “No fucking way”

Before Ellie could even pretend not to, Cat was already grinning.

“Well, shit,” she said, tapping on the register lazily. “Didn’t think I’d see you again.”

Ellie cleared her throat, suddenly very interested in the hem of the garment bag. “Hey. Uh—yeah. Small world.”

You glanced between them, your stomach doing that weird thing it had done when Ellie first mentioned her.

Cat looked over at you, giving a once over that wasn’t exactly subtle. “Ah I see why you never called back.”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

“I didn’t know you had a girlfriend,” Cat added, smiling wider now. “Congrats, you two look cute.”

Ellie’s eyes went wide. “She’s not—I mean—we’re not together,” you both blurted at the same time, face already beet red. “She’s my—she’s my best friend.”

You nodded, suddenly very aware of how warm your cheeks were. “Yep. Just friends.”

Cat raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced but amused. “Riiight. Well, here’s your ticket and have a good rest of your day. That dress is definitely turning heads.”

You gave her a tight lipped smile, unsure if you were annoyed or weirdly flattered. “Thanks…”

Ellie quickly handed over the card and practically snatched the bag once the transaction was complete. You both mumbled some version of a goodbye before turning on your heels and speed-walking toward the nearest exit.

“Well that wasn’t awkward at all,” you said dryly once you were outside.

Ellie groaned into her hands. “I need to walk into traffic.”

You nudged her with your elbow, trying to keep it light, though your stomach was still doing some type of weird slow roll. “So, uh... that was Cat”

She sighed. “Yup. Bridesmaid number 3, the one I gave Joel’s number, I thought I would never see her again”

You hummed, pretending not to care. “You sure you don’t want her to come to the gala instead?”

Ellie whipped her head toward you. “Fuck off” she snorted.

You shrugged, half-smiling. “Just checking–” she caught the tiny grin tugging at the corner of your lips “Froyo?” you suggested, already pulling out your phone to check if the place in the corner of the mall was still open.

Ellie looked at you like you’d just offered her the key to heaven. “God, yes. I need something sweet after being humiliated..”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s literally your fault for being a flirt.”

You made your way to the frozen yogurt spot, picking your usual mix of flavors and toppings while Ellie piled on way too many cookie crumbles and a questionable amount of gummy worms. After grabbing your cups and two tiny spoons, you wandered back to the parking lot, the sky now a soft pink orange as the sun dipped toward the horizon.

Once you were in her truck, bags safely in the back seat, Ellie started the engine, one hand on the wheel, the other already holding her cup.

You side eyed her. “You are not about to eat that and drive.”

“I’m a multitasker” she said, taking a wild, wobbly spoonful that almost dropped onto her jeans.

You laughed, snatching the cup from her lap. “More like the cause of our death.”

“Oh my god,” she muttered, glancing at you as she pulled onto the road. “You are loving this.”

“You fed me fries the other day. It’s called balance,” you said, scooping a careful spoonful of her frozen yogurt and holding it up to her mouth. “Here comes the airplane.”

She groaned dramatically but leaned over to take the bite, her lips brushing the spoon. “Mm. Okay that’s good.”

“Right? It’s the cookie crumbles.”

You alternated between feeding her and stealing bites from your own cup, giggling every time she tried to talk with her mouth full or pulling a face when she got brain freeze.

At one point, she tried to make you laugh mid spoonful and nearly made you drop it all over her dashboard.

“Ellie, focus on the road!” you shrieked through laughter, one hand gripping the dashboard as she cackled beside you.

“You’re the one that lacks feeding skills” she said, eyes crinkling with joy.

By the time you pulled up to your apartment, The sun had already dipped low. The sky outside was getting darker, the moon already visible, it was cold and quiet in that early night way. Ellie parked just outside the building, fingers drumming absently against the steering wheel.

You turned to her, both of you still glowing from the laughter that had filled the car ten minutes earlier, you feeding her spoonfuls of frozen yogurt like a menace, almost causing a near death experience from a brain freeze at a red light.

“Thanks for driving,” you said, unbuckling your seatbelt. “And for the dress thing. And the yogurt. And surviving the Cat ambush.”

Ellie chuckled, rubbing a hand over her face. “Barely survived, but yeah. Anytime.”

There was a pause that lingered, just a second too long, where neither of you moved. You reached for the door handle, hesitating. “I’ll see you Saturday?”

Ellie nodded, her voice low. “Yeah. I’ll be here early. Gotta make sure you don’t punk out on me.”

You smiled at her. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

You stepped out and gave the side of her truck a light tap before heading toward your building, turning just once to wave. She waved back, leaning her elbow on the open window, watching until you disappeared inside.

Later that night, Ellie sat on the edge of her bed, barefoot, still wearing the black hoodie she hadn’t changed out of since that morning. Her studio lights were off for once, the room only lit by the soft glow of her phone screen. A half edited photo sat abandoned on her laptop.

She had told herself she wouldn’t overthink it, that you were just her best friend, and that the zipper moment and the way your laugh lingered in her head wasn’t anything serious.

But then you smiled at her like that. Like you trusted her with something small and precious. And it killed her in the quietest, stupidest way.

She flopped back onto her bed, arms spread wide, eyes burning into the ceiling.

“Fucking idiot,” she muttered under her breath, dragging a hand over her face.

She reached for her journal out of instinct, but stopped halfway.

No sketches tonight.

Because no matter how many times she put you on paper, none of it could match how it felt to see you. Really see you, and know she couldn’t touch. Couldn’t tell you.

Not yet. Not ever.

So she grabbed her pillow, buried her face in it, and groaned loud into the silence.

Saturday was going to be interesting. Don’t fuck this up.

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foreid · 2 months ago

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੭ ֪ ֹ — ❝ 𝑰𝑵 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺 ! ❞

꒰ ੭ summary: first date jitters with boy wonder.. except he thinks you stood him up :( luckily, even though you’re late, the date goes well and he’s practically head over heels.

what's ahead: fluff (ik very ooc for me!), fem!reader, first date, idiots in love hehe, late s1- early s2 reid i couldn’t decide, a lot of sweet talk, awkward flirting, reid can’t take a compliment, first kiss

wrdcnt: 1.6k

a/n: super rushed! finals season is ending soon yay!!! >.< this was not proofread and tbh.. almost scrapped... so plz do lmk if u hate it ! i love u guys and ive missed u.

spencer swore he was breaking a sweat, his collared shirt felt ten times tighter than it seemed to be.

it felt almost out of character for you to be this late, he assumed, since you were the BAU’s liaison, you had to be punctual.

he couldn’t stop the tapping of his fingers against the outdoor table, running a hand through his hair, which he spent an awkward amount of time combing and gelling back.

standing in front of his bathroom mirror in an uncomfortable stance, trying to figure out if all two buttons being up looked too strange.

never, has he ever worried about his appearance like this. but morgan told him that first date impressions meant everything, and it consumed his entire reasonable thinking for the majority of the afternoon.

but, when all hope seemed lost, spencer heard your chirpy “spencer?” coming from behind him, and it sounded like some kind of angelic choir.

when he turned his head, he didn’t expect you to look so perfect.

your hair was styled in a way he hadn’t seen before, tickling the borders between classy and professional and you wore a tight silk, maxi-dress with a shade of maroon that complimented your skins color perfectly.

spencer stumbled to get up, smiling at you awkwardly as he fumbled to pull your chair out so you could sit.

when you sat down across from him, he sort of swept himself off as if touching the other chair already gave him the same amount of germs as a toilet seat would.

“i’m so sorry, i couldn’t find my other shoe, and then i spilled nail polish all over my desk and i-” you were rambling on, hands up as you spoke, but he quickly cut you off.

spencer stared at you, admiring you as you spoke on. “don’t apologize. i’m glad you even showed up.” spencer muttered the last few words almost as if he was embarrassed, which he was, but he tried not to make it so obvious.

you didn’t even think he knew how charming he was. he seemed too nervous, his hands were prominently trembling, and every time he spoke to you, his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed dryly.

when you cleared your throat, automatically gaining his attention, you smiled over at him before speaking. "you look, really nice. well you always, look nice but... y'know?" you giggled, batting your lashes at him then simultaneously clocking your head to the side.

spencer wasn't too late to react, trying to hide the harsh blush creeping up on his face. it wasn't just your words, but that unfamiliar look in your eyes tugged way too much on his heart.

you were somehow getting into his head.

all you did was laugh, a sweet one that almost altered his brain chemistry. "no one's ever complimented you before? i don't believe that, boy wonder." another teasing remark, just so you could keep that flustered look on his demeanor.

“don’t tell me, this is your first date, ever?” you snorted out a laugh, not thinking too much about what you said until you got a good look at his expression.

“holy shit. it is!” a quiet gasp left your lips, and he seemed as if he was ready to explode right on the spot.

spencer held up his glass of water to his mouth, almost trying to hide the flush that imprisoned his face. “it is. am i being that obvious?” he meekly admitted, shrinking in his position as he stared at you.

if he was completely honest, he could barely even ask you out. if it wasn’t for morgan being able to read him like a book, he would never be in this position.

you thought it was sweet, being his first date, and it was at some nice, cozy, restaurant. it seemed like he knew a bit of what he was doing. the chair pulling, the way he was talking to you, handling the bill? there was no way this was his first.

“maybe not too obvious, but definitely apparent.” you replied with a giggle that would send any man to war for you, for the quick hour and a half you guys had been here, all you did was pull at his heart strings.

he pursed his lips into a tight line at your response, not necessarily aimed at you, but at the fact that he had tried his best to tell himself not to act like a fool, and it was exactly what he ended up doing.

you had finished the dessert he insisted on buying for you, and with a heavy heart, you thought the night was over.

with a clink of your spoon on top of your plate, he’d been watching you this entire time, waiting for a moment to speak up.

“are you ready for phase two?” his voice wasn’t in much of a whisper, but in this setting and the way he was looking at you, it was right on the brink of romantic.

and it left you feeling really excited for whatever was next. “oh? what more do you have planned for me, dr. reid?” you question, resting your chin on your hand, leaning a bit closer to where he was seated.

you swore he cracked a little smile at your words, looking around the area you guys were sitting in before standing up.

when he took your hand and led you out of the restaurant’s outdoor seating area, you weren’t expecting him to even touch you tonight, since you were so sure he hated any kind of human physical affection– so it made you feel beyond special.

if anything, even the memory of him asking you out today made you feel that way. you and spencer were close, far beyond the bond of regular coworkers, but you thought all the slick glances, shared laughs, and inside jokes between you two didn’t mean much to him as they did to you. clearly that wasn’t true, and it felt good knowing that. knowing he felt the same.

spencer held your hand the entire trip, you two walked side by side, going nowhere in destination– at least that was what you thought.

at some point in your walk, he stood in front of you, blocking your line of view from anything that was there.

“okay,” spencer started, staring down at you with his hands behind his back, not as if he was hiding anything, but almost to make himself appear wider. “i’m going to cover your eyes, but i need you to trust me.” he looked and sounded very excited, a charming grin on his face that you were nowhere near accustomed to. but you could get used to it.

you immediately questioned him, raising a brow and trying to look past him, but he quickly blocked it by grabbing you and pushing you back to your original stance.

he looked down at you almost like a stern owner scolding their disobedient pet. you sighed in defeat and closed your eyes, muttering out a soft “i trust you.” there was no way for you to tell where he was leading you, but you felt spencers cold hands crown right on top of your eyes and he started walking, you followed, moving your feet in the same pattern as his.

the walking stopped deliberately and you tried to recognize the surroundings you heard and felt. you could feel the grass tickling your ankles and the sounds of people, it wasn’t bustling but it wasn’t too calm either.

you felt his breath near your ear and before moving his hands to your shoulders he muttered a short, “you can open your eyes.”

when your vision flickered back to normal, a park filled with different groups of people surrounded a large lake that was mounted in floating lanterns, ready to be released with different designs or writings on their surfaces.

all you did was choke out a gasp, star-struck at the view, and it only got better as you looked down.

beneath you sat what seemed like a picnic blanket and your personal lantern to customize.

spencer eventually interrupted your speechless silence by sitting on the blanket, waiting for you to say something, anything. anything to stop him from freaking out. he couldn’t read you, your slack-jaw expression and big eyes, he should say that you’re enjoying it, but he also could never be too sure.

coming back to your senses, you sat down across from him, just like in the restaurant, and immediately started thanking him, an overwhelming amount.

“how’d you know this would be my dream? have you been stalking me?” you joked, but were kind of half serious. although, you wouldn’t mind thinking about the idea of spencer asking around about things you’d like for a ‘perfect date’. the thought made you blush in its own.

it seemed like half of your thought was true, because he had a flushed expression on his face that read: ‘you caught me.’ he got over himself and looked over at you, nodding. “yeah, kind of? i asked garcia and jj if they knew anything… or if you ever talked about what an ‘ideal date’ would be.” spencer seemed to grow shy again, the way he’s been the entire night.

a silence grew between you two, but it wasn’t awkward or overwhelming. it was comfortable, almost familiar.

in a blink, you were holding yourself up with your hands and leaning towards him. and in a blink, your lips were pressed against his in a warm kiss. this was kind of your way of ‘thanking him’ for making tonight so romantically special.

spencer was beyond shocked, but he immediately melted into your lips, feeling them as the most comforting things he's ever felt. along with the intoxicating smell of your perfume.

everything about you seemed to be so sweet.

he didn’t pull away or make any movements that proved he didn’t want it, instead, he leaned in to make it deeper and rested a hand upon the nape of your neck.

the kiss was sweet and lasted much longer than either of you intended, but neither of you wanted to let go.

this felt right as much as it felt surreal. and spencer knew this was exactly where he should be.

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