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uselesssomebody · 2 years

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𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕛𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥 - billy hargove x reader

complete masterlist | stranger things masterlist | billy hargrove masterlist

words || 𝟚𝕜

series masterlist || week to all hallows' eve

summary || in which billy's got the same outfit as someone else

a/n || writing daily is hard oh my god?? who woulda guessed?

➵ part of my 'week to hallows' eve' halloween countdown. check out the masterlist ^ ➵ i am not a billy apologist! he is a piece of fucking work in the show, but this is fiction and he is represented differently for the sake of fantasy.

➵ actually why have all of these been the same length idek how i do it

➵ not yet proofread

➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!

warnings || fluff/angst

➵ there is one incident of accidentally kissing someone w/o consent!

he looked so stupid. he glanced down at himself in his rearview, adjusting the collar of his shirt and tapping ask off of his cigarette, a puff of smoke escaping his lips and out of the open car window. the low hum of the car filled his ears, as he tried to drown out the noises of the children a couple blocks away. trick-or-treaters lined the streets, accompanied by their friends and family, and he just hoped that they could get out of here before they reached this part of the cul-de-sac.

the tapping on the window of his passenger determined that his wish had been granted, and he’s quick to unlock the door and allow her in. she looked fucking stunning, hair curled and tousled to perfection, outfit hanging snugly over her frame.

“hey, billy.” he almost misses her greeting as he’s too busy ogling her.

“hey, baby. y’look good.” he can see her blush, and she smiles sweetly, before checking the watch on her wrist.

“thanks! oh, the party’s starting pretty soon, we should get going.” he nods, complying, and driving off.

it had been a long process of convincing billy to dress up for halloween. as much as she loved him, he hated doing things he thought were unnecessary, or sappy. thus, when given the proposal of a couple’s costume, he was reluctant to give in to her hopes.

she’s prodded at him the entire month, suggesting several different pairs for them to go as, and he had - though kindly, and patiently - rejected all of them. finally, after sifting through several options, she presented him with the prospect of playing danny zuko - from one of the many rom-coms that she had put on for the two of them to watch, though that had ended up fading into the background while the indulged in other activities.

thus, they were now on their way to attend a harrington party, their outfits in perfect accentuation of each other. they step out of his shoddily parked car - not his fault, the driveway and adjacent roads were crawling with cars, and he’s quick to wrap an arm around her shoulder, pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead. his leather jacket hugs his torso - and he looks fucking good - but, seeing the smattering of goosebumps on her exposed shoulders, he’s quick to drape it over her

it does complete her look, and she smiles at the fact as they enter. she liked to greet the host first and foremost whenever she went to a party, but she couldn’t find steve ‘the hair’ harrington anywhere. besides, knowing her boyfriend’s tumultuous relationship with the guy, she figured it be best to just drop it.

as billy grabs them both a beer, she scours the room, and, seeing no other dannys and sandys, she breathes a sigh of relief. she’d been fretting that their costume was absolutely unoriginal, and that they’d be surrounded by doubles the entire night, but she was pleasantly surprised that that wasn’t the case.

she jumped a bit when billy snaked his arm around her middle, turning around and sighing in relief when she realized who it was. he handed her a can and, though she didn’t particularly favor drinking beer, she took a long, wincing sip. he smiles at her, looking at her fondly as she swallows the acidic flavor. it was something so small and, to most, not noteworthy, but he found himself loving every move of her very expressive face.

she was so open with how she felt, never shying away from smiling, or making her sadness heard in a way that it could be resolved, or her worry and fear. and, though it sometimes upset him, seeing her upset, he found it was infinitely better than having her hide how she felt from him.

he’d done that for far too long, and he was well aware of how damaging it had been for all of his relationships.

and, he still did it. he found himself seeing himself - in car windows, in glass door, in rearview mirrors - with a vacant gaze in his eyes, his lips pressed in a thin, unemotive line. she could still figure him out, though. she could tell when his vacant eyes had the fire of anger or upset in them, or the way his lips twitched up slightly when he would reminisce of his fonder memories. she could tell when he loved the movie she’d put on - the one he’d bemoaned as she placed it into the player - and she could also tell when all he wanted to do was pass out after a long day. she was quick to let him, tracing her fingers lightly over his clavicle, scalp and shoulders - under the guise of simply feeling touchy - and knocking him out within minutes. she could also tell that he still had no idea that she knew how well that system work.

billy didn’t think he believed in love. but, when confronted with someone who oozed love as she did, it was a little difficult. besides, of his pick of people to fall for, that gleam in her eyes definitely put her in first place - by a long margin.

he’s broken out of his thoughts by a pat on his shoulder from one of the guys on the basketball team, greeting him and inviting him to join a game a beer pong. he turns to pull her along with him, but finds her in conversation with a friend. so, instead, he simply waves at her to let her know she’s leaving, and tries to hold onto the image of her sweet smile goodbye as he’s lead away.

her friend’s had her entangled in conversation - complimenting her outfit, gushing about the movie, and fawning over how good she and billy looked together. she smiled at the praise, while equally ecstatic over their own fantastic outfits. they’d talked and talked - for a while now - as one of them had been supplying everyone cans of beer or strawberry-flavored punch. she’d been careful not to get too wasted, but she could feel the slight comfort brought by the onset of relaxing alcohol in her muscles, even building up the courage to begin dancing with one of her friends.

it’s a haze of bodies, loud music, and dumb giggles from the pair of them, and she suddenly sees the blond hair and black t-shirt of her boyfriend. it hadn’t been very long since they’d parted, but it felt like an eternity, and she’s quick to pull away from her friend and quickly make her way towards him.

she hugs him from behind, spinning him around and pressing a deep kiss on his lips, closing her eyes as she sank into his touch. just as quickly as she allowed herself to be comfortable, though, she tensed again. his lips were more chapped than usual, his aftershave smelt different than when she’d been in his car, and his hair had less volume that usual.

before she can climb off of him, he’s being pushed away from her, and she stumbles forward, into another blond with a black shirt - who smelt and felt much more like her boyfriend.

for the past few moments, billy had heard the shocked voices behind him, and directed his gaze to the center of everyone’s attention. he figured it was something stupid, before his mouth hung open at the image of his girlfriend clinging onto some fucking guy - in the way that she was supposed to hold him. it took him less than a second to get there, gripping at the guy’s shirt and wrenching away from her, the ordeal making his stomach churn in an unforgiving mix of anger, pain and disgust.

“who the fuck are you?” billy’s voice is gruff, the timbre of it deep and the rage shaking his body to the point where she could even recognize the vibrations. she blinked, looking up, and realized that whoever she’d kissed had absolutely not been billy. he was danny zuko, but not the one to her sandy.

“i - i don’t -” he begins stammering, as billy advances on him, the area of the room having gone eerily silent as everyone predicted a - bloody and short - fight.

“you think you can just touch my girl?” it’s a rhetorical question, but the guy tries his best to respond. seeing billy swing at him, she yanks his arm hard, in an attempt to stop him.

“bill - billy, stop it! it’s not like that, oh my god!” her voice tightens in desperation, and she throws her whole body weight into stopping that punch, practically hanging off his arm. it works in pulling him back a few steps, enough to diffuse the situation. he turns to look at her face and, seeing the glisten of tears in her eyes, he clenches his jaw, grabbing her arm and pulling away from the scene. in a series of choked exclamations, she attempts to apologize to the poor guy she had accidentally violated and nearly gotten injured.

he sits in silence in his ford, not having - as he usually did - opened the door for his girlfriend. not knowing what to say, and also knowing that he needed a moment to calm down, she attempted to suppress her light sobs, the alcohol in her system absolutely not helping in keeping her emotions in check.

when billy turned to look at her, he felt his soul depress at the sight of her screwed shut eyes - an attempt to hinder any more liquid from escaping them. though, remembering his previous thought, he had to accept the width of her expressive emotions - including the times that she cried. he turned to face her better, taking her face in his large hand and thumbing away her tear tracks.

“i’m sorry, god, i’m sorry, billy, i-” she chokes it out, whispering so as to not disturb the sobs caught in her throat and introduce a new wave of tears.

“it’s alright, babe, it’s alright.” for every apology, he reassures her, knowing that this was all some misunderstanding that she would explain in good time to him. she grips at the hand on her cheek, allowing it to ground her as she steadied her breathing. she was careful to wipe off her remaining tears with her palms, as opposed to her usual method of using her sleeves, as she didn’t want to ruin billy’s cherished jacket. realizing this, he felt his heart swell and, suddenly, his shock and anger became to secondary - secondary to her.

“i -” she hiccuped, and blew a deep breath out of her mouth to calm herself, “i saw him from behind and he looked like you, and i thought it was you, and i had missed you since you went off with your friends, and janice and i had had a couple glasses of punch, and i just wanted to feel you again, and-” she was rambling - a tendency she had when she was upset, and one he thought was sweet. he’s lightly shushing her, letting her know that she doesn’t have to continue explaining herself, and he pulls his face towards him, placing a soft - too soft for billy hargrove, but nonetheless - kiss on her lips.

now, she really did sink into it, with no reservations: his lips were soft and smooth against her own, he smelt like him, and she was able to really dig into his hair and pull at his locks. she cherished the feeling, trying to wash away the memory of the previous, not-exactly-right kiss at the party.

when he broke away, she wanted to chase his face, not quite done with him yet. he laughs, realizing the attempt, and she likes the sound of it, a smile gracing her own lips. his smile dies down, though, his lips pressing into a graver purse.

“i’m sorry for acting like that, babe.” he thought his days of getting into petty, drunken fights were in the past - in face, it was a vow to be better that he had attempted in her honor - and he couldn’t help but feel ashamed at the crass reaction.

“no! no, i - you -” she was stuttering, not sure how to collect her thoughts, “i get it. i’m sorry for scaring you.” the retract slowly, and he places his hands on the wheel.

“wanna go home?” she’s quick to nod.

“please. let’s go watch a movie.” he laughs, remembering the stack of halloween rentals she still had, and knowing that they’d have a long night ahead of them. she looks quite excited at the prospect of a movie marathon with him, and, as he look at her big doe eyes and the way that his jacket sits pretty on her shoulders, he smiles.

“i love you, babe.” it’s a soft statement, and it shocks her a little - as much as she knows his feelings to her, he was never very brazen in verbally representing it. nevertheless, she smiles warmly at him.

“i love you too, billy.

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #billy hargrove oneshot #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #fluff #dacre montgomery #his jacket #week to hallow's eve #halloween #grease

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lyssala · 7 years

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Sunset

Pairing: Cindy/Prompto, Final Fantasy XV

Rating: K

Words: 3179

Setting: Post Series, Hammerhead

Notes: This was inspired a song that played on the radio when I was at a 4th of July party. I just saw them dancing to an old song on an old radio in the garage and it gave birth to this. I also really love writing from Cindy’s perspective because we all know how he feels about her haha but we only ever get that she’s a workaholic. While yeah, true, I don’t for a second believe that wouldn’t mean they’ve wouldn’t have grown in to best friends as they lived on Hammerhead together and that she wouldn’t fall right back in love with him. It just might’ve taken her a little while to realize what she always had.

AO3

Cindy never cared too much for having the radio on while she worked. Cid liked to listen to music, but save for the occasional song popping on she enjoyed, she could’ve done without it. She didn’t even know his ancient radio still worked till Prompto flipped it on one day when he was snooping around her garage. Cindy decided to let him leave it on, the music reminding her of when she was younger watching Cid and trying to learn everything she could. After a few days of melodies filling the garage though she didn’t have the heart to tell Prompto to turn it off; not when he started to tap his feet to the beat against her work bench where he was usually perched, fiddling with something or other. Not when he’d move around in small dancing motions as he’d walk around the room, and especially not when she’d catch him singing under his breath cause he didn’t think she could hear him.

Cindy found she started to like having the radio on. Maybe having the sound started to grow on her as opposed to just the sounds of her working or whatever was going on outside. Maybe she started to like the actual music that played; it was similar to the songs Cid used to listen to as well. It was a nice change and even she found herself nodding along to the music as it played. Prompto flipped the radio on just about every day he came to hang out in the garage with her, bringing the bright energy with him as he kept her company. Some days he was quiet as he read or tinkered with a weapon of sorts, other days he chatted with her about anything and everything that came into his head. The one thing she found she recognized the most was on the days the garage were quiet again were usually the days Prompto wasn’t there. While it was exactly how it used to be, she found it harder to work but she also found she couldn’t turn the music on when it was just her and no smile to greet her.

It was one of those days, and it had been for most of the week. She couldn’t remember exactly where he said his job was but it was a bit out of the way. It was quiet since he left. Not terribly quiet, there was still commotion outside at all hours, with hunters coming and going, taking a break or restocking and refueling. It was nowhere near as much as before the sun came back but people still had to make a living and for a lot of them it was all they knew.

Cindy had taken to working underneath one of her client’s cars, trying to get it back running before he wanted to leave tomorrow. At least there she could focus on her work and not how empty her garage seemed to be. It never used to be an issue really. She never had a difficulty being able to focus. Cindy could always tune everything out just go but somewhere over the years that seemed to be getting harder.

She wasn’t sure what it was, it wasn’t like she loved her work any less than she used to. Well, she knew what the problem was today. Maybe she could just call him, make sure he was okay and not coming home in pieces. The thought made her stomach clench strangely, though whether it was because she was worried about him when she knew he could take care of himself or the thought of him coming back and turning on that stupid radio, she really didn’t know.

She reached her hand down for a tool but the spot she thought she left it was empty. Cindy moved her hand around but none of the tools there were was she was looking for. With a groan she realized she probably left it out in the garage somewhere. She glanced out on the cement floor and sure enough there it was sitting way out of reach. She huffed to herself and was about to push herself out to get it when black boots came into her view. They stopped near the tool before kicking it gently and letting it slid under the car.

The person kneeled down, blonde hair and blue eyes bright in the afternoon sun and that warm smile on his face popping into her sight. “Hey, Cind, forget something?”

She couldn’t even think of a good response, there was something nearly overwhelming that washed over her instead. She was much happier than before. She pushed herself out from under the car as he moved out of the way, standing to her feet as he stood up too. “Hey, sunshine,” she said, pulling her probably oil smeared gloved off to toss them on the chair nearby. “Did ya just get back?”

He looked like he did when he left, well, there was a bandage on his arm but nothing that looked very serious. Knowing him he probably tripped and scraped his arm on a rock.

“A few hours ago,” he said, absent mindedly running his hand along a nearby bench.

Now that she looked at him he did look cleaner than he usually did after a hunt, most of the time covered in dirt and who knows what else, and his hair was a little wet still probably from a shower, fresh clothes too she’d assume.

“Oh.” She leaned up against the bench, leaning her hands back against the old wood. It was stupid, he had every right to take a shower and change when he was away from a while, but she couldn’t stop her stomach from sinking a little. He usually would always come see her first, regardless of what he was caked in. “Welcome back then.”

“Thanks, good to be back.” He stretched his arms over his head. “Don’t let me keep you from your work. I just wanted to say hi.”

It was an odd sort of tension. While most of the time they fell into an easy and familiar pattern every so often it was like neither of them knew what to say despite seeing each other almost every day for ten years. Gods, had it really been that long? No wonder she was starting to feel lonely when he was gone, they had lived on Hammerhead together for a decade. That’s it. She just missed him, and there was nothing wrong with that.

Cindy let a smile on her lips. “It wouldn’t be a day if you weren’t tryin’ to keep me from my work.”

It was almost like a sigh of relief when he grinned. There it was, the easy relationship they had. “Oh c’mon, you make it seem like you actually listen to me when I talk instead of just working through my presence anyways.”

“I do too,” she said, reaching over on the bench to find the first nonmetal thing on the bench to toss at him; it was a rag that he quickly batted away. “You’re always welcome here, ya know that.”

He didn’t say anything which was a little strange, Prompto usually had a quip for everything, but he didn’t leave. In fact he reached over to flip the radio on and hopped up onto her work bench.

Suddenly, things felt a little more right. The music started to crackle through, and Prompto was there tapping his feet against the wood as he reached to pull something out of his pocket. She didn’t see what it was; she turned back to the car so she could get back to work but this time with a lighter heart.

“How was the hunt?” she asked as she sat back on the ground so she could slide back underneath the car.

“Not terribly exciting,” he said, though his voice was a little distant. She couldn’t tell if it was because she was working under the car or he got up to walk about. “Not terribly hard. Just a lot of walking.”

She made some sort of acknowledging noise but she already felt her concentration fading to the parts above her. If it bothered him at all, he didn’t say anything. It usually didn’t, well, she at least hoped so; she assumed he knew her well enough by now that, jokes aside, she wasn’t ignoring him, just working.

Cindy wasn’t even sure how long she worked on the parts that needed fixing under the car. She just did it until they were done. She heard the music playing and Prompto moving around occasionally but when she pushed herself out from under the car, grease covering her hands and probably all over the rest of her body too, the sun was already starting to go down.

She grabbed a rag off the table to start to wipe her hands. The beginning of the sunset was pretty tonight, some purple mixed with a deep orange; it reflected against the distant mountains making them seem dark in comparison. The automatic lights outside hadn’t come on quite yet meaning it wasn’t too late yet but it was much later than she thought. Sometimes she’d look out and realize it was the middle of the night already or sometimes Prompto would have to come and get her just to make sure she actually went to bed.

With a jolt she realized how quiet the garage was. The radio was still crackling along but Prompto wasn’t sitting where he had been before she went under the car. Her chest felt clenched, like it was a little hard to breathe. He usually didn’t leave without saying something first. Was he upset about something? Did she do something to make him upset? She really wasn’t sure why she was suddenly afraid she did something wrong when she was pretty sure she hadn’t done anything out of the normal. Did she do something wrong?

“Well, look who’s still alive.”

She tried not to turn her head too fast but she followed his voice to the side of the garage where her corkboard hung on the wall. It used to be notices, notes to remember, various things she didn’t wanna lose but over the years it became filled with pictures as Prompto slowly hung up pictures he took he thought she’d like. He was pushing a pin into one now, though from the distance she couldn’t tell what it was.

“Yeah,” she breathed with a small laugh that was more to hide her rush of the relief that was almost embarrassing. “Owner wants to leave tomorrow.”

“Always something,” Prompto said as he stepped back to apparently look over his handy work. There were so many pictures from over the years she could barely tell which was the new one. Most of them were just random pictures of a variety of people they knew, some were silly pictures Prompto took of himself, a few of them together, and some of her that she didn’t even know he was taking until they showed up on the board. She never really minded after the fact because they were always pretty pictures. Her favorite was at the top though, the four boys with the Regalia, of days long past. They were so small back then.

Prompto was still looking over the pictures, a smile on his face. He didn’t look as young as he used to but he still had that same air about him.

He was special. Lots of guys hung around her garage in the past, wanting whatever they may from it, but they always lost interest when the glamour of her looks washed away into the fact they’d never come first. Cindy never really cared all that much, she wasn’t interested in them to begin with. Prompto was different though. He hung around for years and years even when he had no reason to anymore. He still stayed with her and never once complained. He was just happy to listen to music in her garage, talk to her even if she wasn’t always as responsive as he was, get her lunch when he knew she hadn’t eaten anything, surprise her with a new picture on her wall, and never ask for anything in exchange.

Her heart was in her throat as she watched him, though why she wasn’t completely sure. She just…what would she do if he was ever the one to leave?

He turned her head to him and she felt the need to quickly look away, tossing her rag on the nearby bench. “Is it done then?”

“Almost,” she said, ignoring the tight feeling in her stomach. Cindy reached over to run her fingers over the front of the car. “Needs a little more work, but not much. It’ll be done tonight.”

He opened his mouth to say something but the song changed on the radio and he instead started to grin, his blue eyes lighting up like they did when he got excited. “Man, I haven’t heard this song in ages.” He reached over to the dial and turned up the volume even though the reception wasn’t that great to begin with but it didn’t matter cause she started to laugh when he danced a little in place.

Prompto looked up, that same silly grin on his lips. “C’mon,” he said, gesturing to her. “Dance with me.”

Now she really couldn’t stop laughing. “Stop it, ya can’t dance, sugar.”

“Yes, I can,” he said, a look of mock outrage on his face as he walked over to her. “Best man, remember? You really thing Ignis wouldn’t force me to learn?”

Prompto had a point but she couldn’t actually tell him that because he was already standing in front of her. Before she had a chance to do anything he had one arm around her back, pushing her arm up so she could rest her hand on his shoulder, his other hand grabbing hers, not seeming to care much if she got grease all over him or his clothes. It was more him goofing around than actually dancing she assumed since he was just kinda rocking his body to the upbeat tempo and in turning making hers move with him.

She still could barely focus from laughter, especially when he started to sing along to the song, low and just slightly off pitch just like he always did. His arms were strong as he held her, shoulders broad under her fingers. His hand held onto hers, callouses under the own ones on her hands. He smelt like the shampoo he usually used, mixed with the smoky smell of a campfire and the familiar smell of her garage. Blond hair fell in his face some as he moved, soft cheeks leading to his firm jaw, scruff covering some of his baby face he still had even despite the scars and the way the world bore down on him. When her eyes met his they were still the same, the ones she always knew, the ones she could find anywhere. She was having a hard time remembering to breathe.

Before Cindy could catch her breath, he spun her out and tugged her back to him. She wasn’t very graceful though and he used a little too much force because she ended up nearly falling into him. Prompto reached his hands out to grab her by the waist, so they both didn’t fall over though he was laughing now too. She went to reach up to hit him in the chest for nearly making them both fall but she found when she looked up at him again; her hand lost any force and just rested on him instead, his heartbeat under her fingers. He took her breath away.

Prompto was still laughing lightly, eyes bright and a sweet smile on his lips as he watched her. Even though she knew he had demons that plagued him, that he buried deep down where he didn’t think she could see, he still was so full of life that it made her forget everything they had lost and made the world a brighter place, with or without the sun.

He was so beautiful.

If Prompto thought it was strange that she didn’t say anything or move away, he didn’t say anything. He just stayed where he was, watching her with this almost adoring look on his face. Her heart was up in her throat again, a sort of fluttering warmth in the pit of her stomach. Did he always look at her like that? Did she never notice before?

Cindy didn’t know. She didn’t really know anything in that moment expect for this desire to reach her hands up to his face, the one she cared for more than she even knew how to say, and just kiss him. He was so close. He was always close to her, but he was here just under her hands. Aside from joking they were never very physically affectionate with each other and yet, nothing felt out of place. It felt normal, comfortable, easy. She didn’t want it to-

The song on the radio changed and almost just as fast as it came, the air changed. Prompto seemed to realize first and quickly took his hands off her waist, stepping back just slightly as he reached both his hands up behind his head.

He looked a little nervous, cheeks slightly red but he still smiled at her. “It’s getting pretty late, you hungry? I can go get us some food if you want.”

She was still trying to get her head to catch up to heart which was pounding in her chest. “Ah yeah, that sounds great,” she said even though she wasn’t feeling very hungry herself.

“Okay,” he said, walking backwards out of the garage before giving her a wave. “I’ll be right back.” He turned and she just watched his back retreating out into the compound. The auto lights had come on, shining on him as he walked away. The radio played on, echoing in the garage.

Her chest clenched as she watched him leave and there it was. Cindy didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

He used to have a crush on her when he was younger, probably part of the reason he came back after the darkness fell but he stayed. He stayed when no one else did. Even now he was leaving with a promise to come right back and that’s what she wanted. She always wanted him to come back here, to the garage, to his home, to her.

Cindy reached over to tap at the bench, biting down on her lip as she tried to hold back a smile. The radio was no longer an annoyance to her, but comforting, it meant he wasn’t far away from her even if he was out of her sight now but she knew.

Somewhere along the way, she fell in love with the sweet boy and his big heart, gentle hands, and kind eyes.

#prompto x cindy #prompto argentum #cindy aurum #I hope you guys have figured out I love for the sappy fluff #my fics:ffxv

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yuujispinkhair · 2 years

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How would Yuuji put a ring on it?

Thank you so much to @brautschnitzel for this cute prompt!

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (gender-neutral) Genre: fluff Word Count: 1k Warnings: none, this is just a sappy little thing that makes me cry because of too much cuteness! All characters are of age. My blog is 18+, so minors don't interact. Yuuji is the type for a big public proposal. I know this can be very embarrassing, but hey, this is the man you chose! Just kidding, Yuuji is a sweet guy and a versatile king who just wants to make you happy, and he would never force you into a public proposal if that isn't your thing. So I wrote three different scenarios. A big public "all eyes on us" proposal, a semi-public proposal with a few friends, and a private proposal, just the two of you. Pick the one you want to have:

Scenario 1: Movie theater

Yuuji takes you on movie dates to the cinema all the time. And since it's your anniversary today, he chooses a rom-com and is like:

"Hey baby, should we dress up really nice for our date? I was thinking about formal wear and all that. It would be funny, wouldn't it?"

You wonder why he wants to do that, but he's grinning so sweetly at you that you could never say no to him, and so you agree. And after all, it's a good excuse to really go all out and wear your best clothes and spend hours getting ready.

Yuuji picks you up with the biggest smile and a cute blush on his tan cheeks. He looks so handsome in his black suit and the light pink shirt and black tie! Even after several years of dating him, he still gives you butterflies!

Especially when you hear his happy laugh and see that sparkle in his honey eyes that he always gets when he's really excited about something.

He shoves a huge bouquet of pink and red roses into your hands and offers you his arm to walk you to the car, being a real gentleman. He's so cute!

Of course, people stare at the two of you when you walk into the movie theater dressed up fancy like that, but it's funny, and Yuuji always has some cheeky comment for the people who stare too much. He makes you laugh all the way into the cinema.

Once you sit down in your seats, the two of you share a big bowl of popcorn. It's an average movie date at that point, and you sigh happily and rest your head on Yuuji's shoulder, getting lost in the movie.

You watch the movie protagonist obsessing over how to ask the love of his life to marry him, and it's hilarious and cute, making you snuggle even closer to Yuuji, catching yourself thinking that you really hope to marry the sweet boy next to you one day too!

That's when Yuuji gently pulls away and whispers to you that he wants to get something to drink and he'll be back in a few minutes. So you keep watching on your own.

Finally, the main character stands in front of his beloved, clutching a ring to his chest, and he's about to propose.

And then the movie pauses.

A murmur passes through the whole room as everyone wonders what's wrong. Of course, you're asking yourself the same.

But then you see someone climb up on the little stage in front of the screen, and to your shock, you see pink hair and a familiar tall, muscular figure.

Yuuji?? What is he doing up there?

"Hey, I'm sorry for interrupting the movie, but I have something important to say."

Oh gosh! A loud gasp leaves your mouth, and you already feel your eyes becoming moist.

And then Yuuji continues:

"There's someone here who has been my movie date partner for three years already, and also my best friend, my ride or die, fearless tester of all my cooking and baking experiments, my binge-watching partner, my karaoke teammate, and the love of my life! Can you come to the front, please, baby?"

Your legs are shaking, and your heart is beating so fast that you feel dizzy from it as you make your way to the front of the movie theater, stopping in front of the small stage where Yuuji is standing.

He bites his lip and grins at you, looking so relieved that you really joined him. And then he drops to his knees and holds out a ring to you. The little diamond in it catches the light coming from the movie screen, and it sparkles almost as beautiful as Yuuji's eyes when he says in a soft voice:

"I want to go on movie dates with you for the rest of my life, so I was hoping you'd say yes if I ask... Will you please marry me?"

Scenario 2: Karaoke bar

You're at a karaoke bar with Yuuji and some friends, just like a hundred times before. It's always so much fun to sing duets with your cute boyfriend, who is having the time of his life when he can sing and dance. You can't get enough of watching him, and he always makes sure to steal kisses from you in between songs.

But tonight, he seems a bit distracted, and you don't understand why. Suddenly Yuuji grabs the mic out of your hand and is like:

"Give me that, baby. The next song is a solo. You sit and listen to me, ok?"

You watch him with a confused look on your face. Why is he making such a fuss about a solo performance? But you're his biggest fan, and so you do as he wishes and sit there and smile and watch your cute boyfriend perform.

When the song starts to play, your heart jumps to your throat.

Why did Yuuji choose "Marry you" by Bruno Mars? Is he....???

Yes, he definitely is!

Yuuji drops to one knee in front of you and looks up at you with his pretty honey eyes and a sweet smile on his face. He holds your hand while singing the lyrics to the song:

"Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you."

But once the song is finished, he says:

"Actually, I KNOW I wanna marry you, babe! I have never been so sure about something before!"

He pulls out a little red box with a pink ribbon tied around it and holds it out to you.

"Do you want to marry me too?"

Scenario 3: Birthday Surprise

Yuuji has been worrying his pretty head about how and when to propose to you for a long time. If he did it his way, it would be a public proposal, a big gesture in front of everyone. But that would probably be too much for you. So what should he do?

And then your birthday is drawing closer, and suddenly Yuuji has an idea! Why not add a little extra birthday surprise on top?

He spends two days in the kitchen, telling you not to look, and you assume that he's baking a fancy birthday cake for you.

That's already enough reason for you to swoon over how sweet your boyfriend is. But you break down in tears when you realize what Yuuji was really working on:

Your pink-haired sweetheart made a cake, yes, but it's not a regular birthday cake. Instead, it's a birthday/wedding cake mashup.

There are little figures on top which Yuuji made himself. A little Yuuji who holds a heart and a ring in his hands. And a little you who stands before the little Yuuji, pressing your hands over your mouth in surprise.

There are lots of miniature roses and hearts decorating the cake. And written there in red icing are the words:

Happy birthday to my future spouse!

And Yuuji is getting on one knee in front of you, offering you a pretty ring and an even prettier smile.

"You already have my heart, but you don't have a ring yet... so here it is if you want it. Do you want to marry me, baby?"

Which one is your fave? I think I would pick the karaoke bar proposal! But I would cry happy tears no matter how Yuuji baby would choose to propose! Writing this made me so soft awww! I cried during Yuuji's speech in the movie theater! He owns my heart! Please let me know what you think. Reblogs and comments make me happy!

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loving-all-for-loki · 3 years

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How about a Loki x reader.. Tony moves his baby sister into the compound after something happens to her but he won’t tell anyone what. She refuses to leave her room until everyone is in bed. She comes out one night and is caught by Loki. She immediately apologizes and becomes so shaken up that she drops her things and breaks a glass. Then it hits him why she was secretly moved in. Tony had discovered his little sister living in a bad situation with her now ex and suffered years of abuse. Loki decides then to take his time to make her feel safe again and they eventually fall for each other.

A/N: I hope this works! I got really sappy at the end, but I also don’t know how to end these one shots. This is a bit of a lengthy one, so bear with me.

He’s Not Him

Summary: Tony Stark has enough of his sister’s ex and moves her into the Avengers Tower. After taking notice of her shy and timid behavior, Loki digs deep at her past, making him want to make her feel safe.

Pairing: Loki x Stark!reader, Tony Stark x Sister!Reader

Word Count: 2993

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of domestic abuse, language

Forever Tags: @mm2305

Y/E/N - your ex’s name

*If you or someone you know is being domestically abused, please reach out to 911 or call 800.799.SAFE (7233) for help. Love you all*

Tony storms into his sister's apartment. After standing outside of her door for a half hour, he bashed in the door at the the sound of a scream from inside. Frantically, he pushes his way around the furniture and bursts into your bedroom. His eyes go wide at the sight of you on the floor in a ball and your ex boyfriend above you with a fist out. Stark grabs your ex’s fist and rips him away from you, pushing him into your dresser.

“Get the fuck out!” Tony screams.

“Oh, the great Tony Stark is here. What are you going to do? Drop a bomb on me?”

You’ve never seen Tony’s skin turn so red. He storms forward and punches your ex square in the nose, sending him down on the ground. Tony unleashes all his energy until the man is left with a broken nose and multiple bruises.

“Get. Out.”

Your ex runs out of your room, without missing the chance to break a few things, and out of your apartment. You look up out of your ball to see Tony rushing to your side with panic in his eyes. He lifts up your head as you climb into his lap.

“Come here, darling. You’re okay. You’re safe now.” He coos.

You cry into the crook of his shoulder as he rocks you back and forth, his hand on your back.

“I’m getting you out of here,” He says, placing you on your bed, “I’m taking you to the tower with us.”

Tony leaves you on your bed as he gets a suitcase and packs your things. He gathers all of your clothes and some of your possessions like books, drawings, and others. You can feel the tears starting to dry on your skin as you stop crying. Tony doesn’t miss the way you start to uncurl and the bruises on your neck show up. His face drops to see the choking marks on your neck.

“I’m… so sorry, Y/N. I should have been here to protect you.”

You shake your head at him as he joins you on the bed. Tony reaches around your head to undo your ponytail and cover the bruises.

“There, now no one will ask you about them.”

You give him a gentle smile which eases him a little. He leans forward and kisses your forehead before taking your hand and helping you up. Tony and you walk out of your building and into the garage where Happy is in the car. He drops you off for five minutes to go talk to your landlord about you leaving.

“You’re going to be okay,” Happy reassures you.

“Thanks,” you manage to get out.

He gives you a warm smile. He has always made you smile throughout the years. Tony comes back, joins you in the car, and takes off to the tower.

Upon arrival, you look up at the large tower in awe. You’ve visited a couple of times, but that was a year ago since your ex didn’t allow you to see Tony much. It’s always been impressive. You were thankful for Tony letting you live on your own and make something of your own life instead of letting you mooch off of his fortune, but you do regret sometimes not letting him support you more. You were always so proud of him.

Tony carries your luggage as he leads you to the elevators. He looks down at you every so often, noticing the anxious way you bite your nails.

“You’re safe here. We have the best security and you’ll be surrounded by trained assassins and heroes. They’ll protect you, I promise.”

You nod your head at Tony’s words. As much as they help you, you don’t really want to see or talk to anyone. After having your ex break into your house every day for two weeks, you want to be alone except for the occasional visit from Tony.

The elevator doors open and reveal you and your brother to the Avengers who are all lounging in the living area. They turn to look at you with puzzled faces, making you nervous and hide behind Tony’s arm. He lets you stay behind him instead of forcing you to say hi as you exit the elevator.

“Everyone, this is my sister, Y/N. She’s going to stay here from now on so be nice to her,” Tony announces.

Everyone says hi to you but you stay silent behind Tony. He doesn’t question it even though the others look at one another in concern. Steve thinks to himself that you can’t be that rude, but given the way you look, everything must be very different to you from the rest of your life. You look shocked and scared.

Looking at the Avengers, you take in each and everyone’s appearance. Bucky and Nat look the scariest in your opinion and you make a mental note to stay away from them. Sam, Steve, and Clint look nice, but Wanda looks like the sweetest lady in the universe. She has a smile that warms your heart. Turning to your right, you see two very tall men standing and staring at you.

The taller one has blonde hair and a big grin on his face. He has a large stature, but he does not look intimidating. He has a golden retriever energy to him, but the man next to him is a different story. With his pitch black hair and powerful stand, the other man stares at you with daggers in his eyes. He sends shivers down your spine without saying anything.

You drag your eyes away from the intimidating man and follow Tony down the hallway. He leads you to your room where you get settled in, unpacking your clothes and putting away your things. Laying in the bed, you take a big nap which is needed. You feel as if you let out a breath you’ve been holding for days. The idea of being away from your ex finally settles in and you feel the wave of relief wash over your body, letting you drift away into sleep.

You’re woken up by Tony letting you know dinner is being served. He lets you know that you’re not being expected to come out and eat with everyone, which you appreciate. Ten minutes later, he comes by your room and slips a plate of food in your room as he opens the door, letting you eat alone.

Tony returns to the living room by the other Avengers eating and gathered around the couch. He takes his plate and sits next to Pepper who has her own food, smiling at him as he joins.

“So, your sister?” Sam asks.

“Don’t even think about it. She is not to date any of you.”

“Woah, I didn’t say that,” Sam laughs.

“But we know what you meant,” Steve chuckles, rolling his eyes, “She seems shy.”

“She is. You probably won’t get a lot out of her.”

“Can I ask why she’s staying her?”

“No.”

Steve shares a look with Bucky. The elevator door opens and Peter walks into the living room.

“You guys started dinner without me?” He asks, jokingly.

“Early birds get the worm,” Steve laughs.

The group chuckles and keeps eating their food.

“Is Y/N a new Avenger?” Steve asks.

Tony sighs and rolls his eyes at the question. Everyone notices the annoyance in Tony with talking about you and collectively decide to stop asking questions. It’s clear he doesn’t want to talk about you much.

“No, she’s not.”

“Who’s Y/N?” Peter asks.

“I’ll fill you in later,” Nat replies.

The day goes by fast and you find yourself staring out at New York in the moonlight. You have always enjoyed the night time. They say New York is the city that never sleeps, but you’ve always found peace and warmth in the New York night. Everyone goes out to party or to bed. It’s a time of joy and relaxment.

You hear the last door shut for the night, signally everyone going to bed. Looking outside of your door, you don’t spot anyone so you sprint outside to the kitchen with your empty dinner plate. Upon entering it, you search the walls for the light switch for about five minutes. There’s no other light than that except for the over. You finally find it and switch it on. As you turn around, you’re startled by the frightening black haired man standing there.

Scared, you drop your plate, shattering it on the tile floor. Your eyes go wide as you start to back up against the wall. Without saying anything, the man takes a step forward, scaring you half to death. Your mind plays tricks on you and all you can think about is your ex breaking into your home. You start to have a panic attack, sliding down against the wall, and curling up into a ball.

You miss the way Loki’s eyes go wide. He watches you descend into an anxiety attack and doesn’t know what to do, knowing he’s who caused it. Quickly, he rushes down the hallways and bangs on Tony’s doors.

“What do you want, Reindeer Games?” He groans.

“Your sister…”

Tony doesn’t wait for another word for following Loki down the corridor. He spots you panicking in the corner of the kitchen and grabs you, lifting you into his lap. You grab onto his neck and pull him close, crying into him. He lifts you up and carries you off to your room without saying a word to Loki, leaving him standing in the kitchen agape.

Not knowing what to do and unable to relax, Loki makes his way to his room and opens up an old laptop Thor had gotten him. After spending thirty minutes just to figure out how to work it, he starts googling things about you. He starts with your name and finds multiple articles on you and Tony, the Stark Industry Golden Children. You left when you were eighteen, wanting to make your own life and not follow in the family’s footsteps. He gives you credit for being yourself, something he had struggled with. He knows the feeling, not wanting to be your family.

Then a certain website catches his eye, Facebook. He finds a profile of you filled with photos and text. There are some of you with friends in the town, a couple of old coworkers wishing you a happy birthday, then there’s a photo of you with a man. There are no other photos of you with him other than this one a couple months ago. He keeps scrolling to find more photos of you with him, but they all stop after that first one. Clicking on something tagged in the caption, another profile pops up.

Y/E/N’s profile. Filled with photos of drunk nights at the club, shirtless gym time, and quotes from misogynistic authors, Loki finds himself despising this man he does not know. He scrolls through finding very little of you in his account, as if you don’t matter as much to him as he does to you. Closing his computer, Loki decided to go check on you. He’s frustrated by whoever this man is, not knowing whether he’s important or not.

Loki peeks into your room to see Tony laying next to you, brushing through your hair with his fingers. Tony looks up and meets him in the eyes. There’s slight anger, but Loki doesn’t feel pushed away. He takes a step in before Tony leans into your ear and whispers. You look up and over to Loki, but you don’t ask him to leave. Loki continues to walk into your bedroom quietly, but with a small gentle smile on his face.

“I’m sorry for scaring you earlier,” he says, “I didn’t mean to.”

“I know. Thanks,” you mutter.

Your voice is small and timid like a mouse. He can hear the hesitation in your voice, not knowing whether he should talk to you or not.

“Are… you okay?”

“Yes.”

Another awkward pregnant pause erupts between the two of you. Loki looks around your room as Tony continues to hold you. He whispers into your ear again before leaving.

“I’m going to go back to my room,” he says, “call me if you need me okay?”

“Thanks, Tony.”

“Of course, anything for my little sister.”

He kisses your forehead and heads out of your room, leaving you and Loki alone. You don’t mind his presence anymore. After Tony tells you that Loki isn’t your ex and you’re okay, you’ve accepted him.

“I have to ask… who is that man on Facebook?”

Loki gives you a quizzical look. You think for a moment about how Loki got on Facebook and what guy he’s talking about.

“His name is Y/E/N.”

Your body clenches at the sound of his name and Loki takes a step back, looking at you. He’s never seen anyone physically close up just from a name. It may be some Midgardians thing he doesn’t understand, but the way that you are shaking, he thinks otherwise. He sits down next to you and wraps his arms around your shoulders. You lean into his touch as you attempt to calm down.

He’s not here. I’m safe. He’s not here. I’m safe.

You keep repeating that in your head, reminding yourself that you’re safe in the tower like Tony said. Looking up at Loki, you see his concerned face. He cares. This man you barely know cares about you.

He’s not him. He’s not him. He’s not him.

“I don’t think I properly introduced myself. I’m being quite an ass asking you these questions without manners. I’m Loki.”

Loki, not Y/E/N. He’s not him. He’s not him.

“Well, L-Loki,” you say with a stutter, “He’s uh… my ex. Ex boyfriend.”

“Ah.”

He nods as he takes in the information at hand. Your ex, who makes you quiver in fear even over people who have done nothing to her, has no photos of you. He shares his lavish lifestyle that most would presume belongs to a single man. Loki looks back at your depressed ridden face. The color in your skin has drained from you and you’re staring blank cold at the wooden floors under your bed. Loki places a hand on your neck to move your hair and give you a light massage, but you flinch away from him before he is able.

Loki’s never seen so much fear and worry in someone’s eyes before. You jerk away from him muttering yourself, as if it were taking everything in you to not scream. He looks over you to see bruises along your neck where your hair had moved from when you moved. A wave of anger runs through his body, infuriating him. He did that to you. That’s why you’re so afraid of him.

“Did he-”

“Yes.”

Loki rises from your bed and clenches his fists. You see the anger pouring from him and rush to his side before he can storm off. You grab his arms and force him to look at you.

“Please, don’t… don’t do anything.”

“Why shouldn’t I? No man should ever do that to a woman, especially you.”

“Just let it be.”

He releases his fist but the fury in his eyes doesn't. You pull him towards you to make him sit again. Moving in closer, you lean into him. Loki wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his lap. The two of you lay down in your bed, you curled up on him as he held you, running his fingers in your hair.

For some reason, Loki feels as if he has to protect you. The way you ball up gives him this sense of innocence about you. You haven’t done anything to deserve those injuries, just live your life and try to find love. Loki always knew there was a good reason to hate Midgardians, not just for their stupidity and now he’s found it.

The two of you fall asleep without realizing it. The light from the sun peaking in the windows wakes you. Stirring in bed, you look up to see Loki under you, his arms holding you against him by your waist. You're cradled into his chest as his chin barely rests on the top of your head. Loki’s eyes flutter open at the feeling of you moving on top of him. He looks down at you and smiles.

The way the light shines on your face makes you look angelic. Your smile warms his heart and the warmth of your body against him makes his heart jump. You turn over to face him, leaning up on your shoulders over his head.

“Hi.”

“Hello, darling.”

“You slept here.”

“Both of us did, actually,” he laughs.

You drop your head laughing. Loki’s sweet laugh fills the room and blesses your ears. He’s not too bad to be around. He’s quite kind and sweet.

“Thank you for last night.”

“For what? If I remember correctly, I gave you a panic attack.”

“I mean the way you calmed me down and held me. It was needed.”

“Well, I’m glad I could do that for you.”

Loki means it when he says it. Looking at you now, there’s not much he wouldn’t do for you. You don’t deserve what the world gives you, especially that asshole Y/E/N. He would hold you for the rest of time if that meant keeping you safe.

You won’t lie either when you tell Loki he makes you feel safe. Every day before he sneaks off to his room so the others don’t know he spends the night with you, you tell him that he makes you safe. He never believes you. He’s shocked that anyone could feel safe with a monster like him, but after all to you, Loki is not him.

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samuel-de-champagne-problems · 3 years

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You Can Hear It In The Silence

Summary: Sneaking around can be fun, but sometimes the silence is just too quiet, or falling in love with your best friend.

Pairing: Spencer x Fem Reader (SMUT) MINORS DNI

Word Count: 3.7K

Warnings: Smut Minors DNI (It’s smut, nothing kinky but very romantic and soft) oral (both receiving), kissing, lovebites and tame scratching, penetrative sex, unprotected sex in a committed relationship(like last time, let me know if I missed anything)

Author’s Note: Minors please DNI, I have a lot of other fluff pieces that are totally acceptable for you guys to read. I hope that this isn’t too schmaltzy because that just gives me agita. This is based off You are In Love by Taylor Swift and maybe a little bit of Dress

You Can Hear It In The Silence

It’s a blurry line, going from best friends to dating. There’s nothing like playing that dangerous game of stolen glances and surreptitious touches in a dark room. Eyes ranking over figures decked out in soft cardigans and tweed blazers or black dress pants and silk blouses, desperately wanting to see more, touch more, taste more. The senses could only sated for so long before the desire for more bubbles to the surface.

Across the table, Spencer watches as Y/N sips the red wine JJ brought over. It’s hard to not watch her; to not completely hone in on the way her eyes are light with laughter, or the way her hair cascades down her shoulder, blending into the dark green color of her dress. Spencer kills himself trying to not look at her because he knows if he does, he’s done. Or rather, he knows that if he lets himself love her openly, he’ll only end up hurting themselves. So, he sits there, in Derek’s backyard trying to pretend that he’s not staring at Y/N. The only thought that comforts him is holding on to the idea that Y/N is doing the same thing. He supposes that’s what happens to relationships that blossom from the shadows of secrecy. In their attempts to not hurt others, they end up almost destroying themselves.

He decides to pretend to find Garica’s cuckoo clock fascinating. He stares at the wacky colored birds and swinging arms entirely too long. In the corner of his eye Spencer watches the next couple of moments unfold. JJ and Garcia drunkenly bounce over to Y/N; they put their arms around her in a fit of giggles and smiles. Garcia’s arm extends around JJ’s neck and she lets out a loud announcement for a “Selfie” or rather what Spencer can only assume is a photograph of the three of them. The phone, even though Spencer does have some disdain for the invention, sure does serve its purpose. In all the light rays bouncing around and the blinding flash, pure magic happens. Spencer is aware that it makes him sound like a total sap, but he’s jealous of the phone. He’s jealous that his eidetic memory may only allow him to remember the Y/N’s notes in the margins of her case file or the annual “Happy Birthday, Genius” on a Hallmark card once a year. What he would give to just be able to capture her in the light of company, not hanging on to fleeting memories in the shadows.

Lost in his thoughts, Spencer does not notice an unusually drunk Unit Chief wandering over to the empty chair next to him. All of his awkwardness, Spencer is not sure if he should acknowledge his drunken boss or stop staring at his secret girlfriend. It’s at time like these that Spencer resorts to reciting Crime and Punishment or 100 Years of Solitude either seem ironically appropriate.

“Reid,” Hotch says, leans in close, far too close for the usual uptight and business-like Aaron Hotchner that Spencer has grown to know.

“Hotch?” Spencer answers, his voice laced with trepidation and anxiety.

“You gotta stop staring at Y/L/N. You’re gonna rat on yourselves if you don’t stop staring at her like that,” Hotch tells him, his breath might smell like whiskey, but his eyes tell Spencer that he’s a lot more sober than he seems.

“Like what?” Spencer counters, choosing to play dumb at best as he could, or at least just slightly clueless.

“That doesn’t work on me, Reid. You should stop looking at her like you love her,”

Spencer looks at his boss, at Y/N, and back at his drink. Was he seriously that transparent?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Hotch. Y/N and I are-”

“Spence! Spencer!,” Y/N shouts as she practically runs over to where Spencer sits with Hotch, watching the rest of the team.

It’s like Hotch isn’t even there anymore, it’s like no one is even there. God, it might sound sappy, but Spencer doesn’t care anymore. It’s going to kill him playing it like he doesn’t care about Y/N, especially considering he’s doing a mediocre job.

“I have a really bad headache, Spence. And I need you to take me home,” Y/N asks him, and Spencer notices an eager glint in her eyes that tells him all he needs to know.

“Keep this between us please, Hotch? Just until we figure it out,” Spencer almost pleads to Hotch who answers with a dismissive wave. He leaves them there to figure out their plans to sneak out of Garcia’s undetected.

“Hotch knows? Of course you know,” Y/N says with a roll of her eyes and a quick wink at Spencer, whose growing embarrassment from the situation is only second to his excitement at the night to come.

“Spence, go say goodbye for me? I’m going to head to your car. You really gotta sell that I’m feeling sick,” Y/N tells him, standing a little too close and dipping her hand a little too low on Spencer’s waist for this to be a friendly gesture to any of their friends that might pass by. She takes a peak around the room and reaches her hand into Spencer’s pocket. He gives her a startled glance, but they both know that the thrill of sneaking around like this is kind of worth it.

As Y/N ducks out of the room, Spencer makes his way to where Emily, JJ, Garcia, and Derek sit at the kitchen table taking shots of a clear liquid Spencer thinks is tequila. Great, Spencer thinks. Him and his secret girlfriend, who as far as the team knows is his best friend, have to sneak out of Garica’s place in front of a pile of loud drunks. Spencer feels his phone buzz, altering him that there is a very impatient Y/N waiting in the car for him

“Uh, Garcia, Y/N’s got a really bad headache. I think it’s an onset of one of her migraines that she gets from red wine,” Spencer lies through his teeth, completely terrified from the way Emily glares at him. It’s like she can see right through him.

“So you’re taking her home?” Derek asks, speeding along the process and for that Spencer considers himself forever grateful.

“Yeah, you know we are neighbors after all,” Spencer reasons.

The awkward silence in the kitchen is only interrupted by JJ’s quiet humming to the song that plays in the background. Derek and Emily share a knowing glance as Penelope starts pouring the next round of shots.

“I’ll see you guys on Monday, Y/N is waiting for me in the car,” Spencer says without a further glance to his very perceptive colleagues.

“You go take care of Y/N, Pretty Boy!” Derek yells as Spencer walks out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him, perhaps a little too eagerly.

When Spencer gets to his car, he stops himself before opening the door. In the light from the lamppost, Spencer can see his reflection in the back window of his car. He runs a hand through his hair and attempts to fix the crookedness of his tie. Smiling to himself, Spencer gets into the driver’s seat of his car and is greeted by Y/N, who even in the dark makes him feel alive.

“Hey,” he offers nervously. Even though they’ve been together loads of times, there is a tingle of intimidation that settles in his heart everytime she looks at him.

Never the one to shy down from a confrontation, Y/N leans in and places her hand gracefully on Spencer’s neck and her face looms close to his ear. Her voice is low and seductive and Spencer swears he can feel himself melt at the feeling of her being this close and him able to touch her. He brings his hands up to rest, one on her upper thigh, placed bravely under the slip of her silk dress, and the other draws circles around her elbow..

“Spencer, I need you to drive us home,” Y/N tells him a voice that Spencer knows he could never deny.

He doesn’t answer her, because the silence speaks for itself. They can hear all they need to know in the silence. The quiet way that their bodies seem to just gravitate to each other. Spencer’s hand cups Y/N’s thigh and her fingers graze the back of Spencer’s neck. It’s those quiet touches that tell the other what they are too afraid to say aloud.

The quietness settles between them even as they pull into the parking spot. It’s like they’re dance partners, completely a routine of sneaking in the shadows effortlessly. Or like they’re actors in a play, pretending that they’re not dying to play the role in reality. It’s a dangerous game that they play. But all of that is forgotten, pushed to the side as Spencer opens the door and the curtain rises.

Y/N initiates the kiss, pushing Spencer down on the couch. She straddles his waist, her silky green dress spills over her thighs and Spencer is in awe of how the color contrasts against her bare skin. He’s not an artist, but looking at her he’s sure he has laid his eyes on the most beautiful being he’s ever seen. He might not believe in magic, it’s all just science and mind tricks, but he’s nothing but transfixed at the women sitting in his lap.

“Spencer, please get these clothes off,” Y/N commands in a voice that gives away how badly she wants him.

“Wait your turn, Y/N” Spencer says in a teasing tone that brings out Y/N’s sly smile.

“Then do something!” Y/N shouts, getting even more impatient than she was in the car.

“You’re so beautiful like this, I-I mean you’re always so beautiful, but you’re just so-” Spencer stammers over his words, and the only thing he’s sure of is that his insecurity is the biggest turn off. But Y/N continues to surprise him each and everyday, and tonight is no less.

“Slow down, baby. It’s just me. There’s no need to go so fast right now. We have all night,” Y/N soothes, craning down her neck to plant wet kisses down Spencer’s neck. She’s probably leaving marks, Spencer thinks, but his desire to be seen as her’s outweighs the teasing from Morgan on Monday.

The fact that it’s Y/N perched in his lap, kissing down his neck and wiggling around in a way that she can feel everything does nothing to fend off the adrenaline that Spencer’s high off of.

“I need to see your face,” Spencer says holding her by the shoulders. He reaches around her as she leans back to unzip her dress. She stands so it falls to the ground in a pool of dark green fabric. Her body is out in the open to him and Spencer’s flushed face must be on fire by now.

“I need to see your face, Spencer,” Y/N says in a way that Spencer knows that he can’t disobey.

There’s that silence again. That loud silence, filled with lines of unsaid love poems and quiet love songs. The silence that says the perfect things that Y/N deserves to hear, but Spencer is too scared to say. Three months too soon to say, I love you, Spencer tells himself. His mind spins so fast that he feels guilty for neglecting the naked woman standing before him.

“If you’re gonna fuck me Spence, we’re gonna do it in a bed. I love you and all but this couch is not going to handle me when I get a hold of you,” Y/N says as she runs off into his bedroom, leaving Spencer dumbfounded in her wake.

Spencer swallows down his fears and anxieties. He sheds his clothes off during his walk to the bedroom. Y/N lies down on his bed and Spencer won’t let the silence speak for him this time.

“How are you this perfect, Y/N?” Spencer asks as he crawls in between Y/N’s legs. He rests his hands on her upper thighs and looks at her like expects her to answer his question. Spencer dips his fingers down to the place Y/N wants him the most. In the low light from Spencer’s lamp he can see how his fingers glisten.

“You took too long at Penny’s Spence, I had to start without you,” Y/N explains, a slight flush to her cheeks reminds Spencer that she too is just as affected by him as he is by her.

“You touched yourself in my car?” Spencer asks pressing a firm kiss on each side of Y/N hip bones. He dances his long fingers up to her stomach, where her own hands sit as if she’s shielding this part from him.

“Yeah,” Y/N tells him, slightly breathless from the small kisses Spencer places on her stomach and back down to the softest part of her inner thighs. He tells himself that he’s got to slow himself down before he loses it at the site Y/N wriggling and moaning at his smallest touches.

“I left you a present in your glove compartment, Spence,”

“Huh, who knew I had such a naughty girl,” Spencer says with an unfamiliar bravery in his voice. Unsurprisingly, Y/N picks up on this and decides to see how far she can take it.

“I have needs, Spencer. Do you think you can take care of them?”

Spencer doesn’t respond, but ducks his head down to drag his tongue across her clit, feeling how wet she is. He refuses to break eye contact and realizes how obsessed he would get if she’d let him do this for the rest of his life. Spencer’s eyes carefully watch how Y/N’s facial expressions morph in intense pleasure. It’s like a science experiment. When he plunges his tongue into her, she closes her eyes. But when he blows softly on her inner thighs then leaves hot, wet kisses her fingers come up to latch onto his scalp. He peers at her and waits for the way she moans when he slips one, then two fingers in her. He curls them up in such a way that he knows drives her crazy.

“Oh my God, Spencer! Please,” Y/N cries, twisting in the sheets. He continues at the pace he’s set, chasing the blissful feeling of her coming undone because of him. The moments leading up to her release, Y/N tears her hand away from Spencer’s head and connects her palm into his. Holding her hand, Spencer whispers praises and presses small kisses into her pussy.

“Come here and kiss me now, baby. I need you,” Y/N whispers, grasping onto whatever parts of Spencer she could touch. Her fingers move to cup his face and she holds him like he’s made of glass. In between the soft sheets and even softer touches, Spencer knows what it’s like to feel precious. Y/N cranes her head forward to attack Spencer’s neck with kisses. She relishes in the soft and supple skin of his neck. Once again, Spencer finds himself not caring that she’s going to leave marks.

“How are you this perfect, Spencer?” Y/N asks Spencer, who for the first time in his life does not have an answer for a question.

He closes his and lets himself float around in the fuzzy feeling in his brain. All he can focus on is Y/N’s mouth. The way her praises make him believe in forever and the way her kisses litter his cheeks, eyes, chest.

“You’re the perfect one, Y/N. I don’t even compare,” Spencer says as he watches Y/N twist underneath him and somehow maneuver herself so he lies beneath her.

“None of that, Spencer” She tells him sharply. Y/N drags her nails down Spencer’s chest, not leaving scratches, just light discoloration. Her head and mouth is dangerously close to where his hardened cock lays leaking between his legs.

She grasps around the base and just gingerly touches him that Spencer is sure he’s going to be blinded from the pleasure. Suddenly he feels almost self conscious. His anxiety is not unknown to Y/N, who lays a comforting hand in his, mirroring her earlier motion.

“You don’t have to Y/N. I mean if you don’t want to. I don’t want you to think just because I’m your boyfriend and I did it for you-” Spencer rushes out, terrified of what Y/N’s reaction will be.

“Look at me, Spencer. Do you want me to suck your cock, baby? Look at me,” Y/N says in a voice that Spencer doesn’t recognize and doesn’t dare ignore.

“Yes,” he breathes out, his voice shakes as he feels Y/N’s mouth take in his tip. He hisses at the sensation. The smallest movements set him on fire. Spencer’s large hands come up to hover over Y/N’s shoulder blades.

“Don’t be quiet, baby. I want to hear you,” Y/N says before she deepens her hold of. She releases him to glide her younger down the side, sending shockwaves of pure pleasure in Spencer’s entire being.

“You like that, Spencer. You like my mouth on your cock, baby?” Y/N eggs him on.

Even though he’s lost the ability to speak, Spencer’s moans bounce around the room. He knows he’s a whimpering mess below Y/N, but he’s chasing the feeling of release shamelessly.

“Y/N, Y/N. Baby, you gotta stop. Or I’m gonna cum right now,” Spencer chants, tightening his grip on Y/N’s hand. He forces himself to calm down to focus on Y/N, but it’s a little difficult when all Y/N is focusing on him.

Spencer sat up, his back against the headboard, and he pulled Y/N forward so she rested in his lap. She grins up at him, and Spencer can feel his heart squeeze at the look. She’s going to be the death of him, but at least he’ll die a happy man.

Much to Y/N’s pleasure, Spencer lets out a lewd moan as she grinds down, pressing her wet pussy to his throbbing cock. He feels a little ridiculous getting so worked up and she’s not even inside him yet.

“Please, Y/N. I need you, I’m not going to last long,” Spencer utters. He says her name like a prayer, it’s a hymn to her ears.

“I got you, Spence,” she tells him, sheathing his length into her.

Spencer pulls Y/N in closer so that their chests are flush together. Among the chorus of moans and mumbles of praise, Spencer reaches down to hold Y/N’s hand. He’s not a believer in soulmates. He was sure that he’d never find his match. Never find the one person who’d share his dreams and become his dream. But sitting there, Spencer cannot deny that he’s tethered to Y/N. Their hands link together and mouths refuse to let go, searching for any exposed skin.

“Spencer,” Y/N groans, leaning her forehead into his. She looks into his eyes and Spencer dares to wonder if her eyes are glassy because of him. It’s magic how someone like her can make a believer, a dreamer out of a man afraid of living.

Spencer closes his eyes in pure ecstasy. Y/N sucks along the tender skin of his chest, causing him to flush at her ministrations. He can feel her tighten inside him, so he snakes his fingers down to stroke her clit, exciting moans and more fervent kisses along his chest and up to his ear.

“Just like that, Spence. You’re so perfect my sweet boy,”

“Y/N, cum on me, cum on me baby,” Spencer cries, finally able to let go as he feels himself come undone underneath Y/N.

Spencer’s whimpers and constant moans set Y/N over the edge. She mewled into Spencer’s shoulder, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin. As her orgasm rakes over her body, Y/N tugs on Spencer’s hair, suddenly quite happy he’s keeping it almost shoulder length.

Both of them feel their bodies come back to life, their breathing steadies and their hearts seem to beat a little bit slower. Gone were the array of moans. Gone was the burning desire to chase their release. Gone was the sound of praise. All that stands between Spencer and Y/N is the silence. The silence that says quite enough for them.

The silence that’s braver than Spencer.

He’s quiet as Y/N flops to his side, entirely spent and tired from the company of friends and strenuous activities that just transpired.

“I know what you’re thinking, Spence” She offers, turning to her side to look at him. He gives her a straight faced smile, unsure of how to approach the subject. He knows that she knows what he’s thinking about, sometimes even before he’s thinking about it.

“I meant it, Spencer. I really do love you,” Y/N professes, finally breaking the silence. Spencer swallows as his eyes scan the girl before him.

“You’re my best friend, Y/N,” Spencer says quietly, and suddenly realizes that it’s probably not what a girl who just confessed her love for you wants to hear. But he knows that Y/N understands-- she understands him.

“What I mean is, I want midnight coffee nights with you. I want small talk and deep conversations and everything in between,” Spencer says quickly. “I want you in secret Y/N, but I want you in public too,”

Spencer watches his confession settle into Y/N’s face. He’s scared for the rejection, for the daylight to break on his dream.

“I’ve waited for you to say that for so long, Spence,” She says, leaning in to close the gap between their naked bodies. Spencer pulls her in to rest his chin on top of Y/N’s head. It’s comforting being there, feeling her heartbeat in the tune of his own. He feels safe, wrapped up around in Y/N.

They’re sweaty and smell like sex, but Spencer doesn’t care. His hair is messy and he’s exhausted, but Spencer doesn’t care. His neck and chest are littered with lovebites and marks, but Spencer doesn’t care. After months of running around in the shadows, months of letting the unsaid say what he desperately wants to say, months of being patient but dying with anticipation, Spencer doesn’t care. Spencer doesn’t care because on Monday morning, Y/N won’t drop his hand when they walk into the bullpen.

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Show Me [Part 2/2]

Summary: Spencer finds out his girlfriend’s a virgin. But she wants him to change that.

A/N: This is Part 2 of an anon request. I was shocked by the response to Part 1, and I’m so excited for you guys to read this one! (I also set up an 18+ sideblog @spenciebabie if you wanna check that out)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Mostly smut, and a lil fluff

Warnings/Includes: smut, graphic descriptions of sexual acts, oral (female receiving), fingering, masturbation (female), penetrative sex, please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed

Word count: 4.1k

Request: “Omg I’ve just found your account, you’re an amazing writer! If you’re taking requests, could you write something with virgin!reader and like season 13/14 Spencer?”

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He’s booked a hotel room. A nice one. A really nice one.

They spent the whole week hoping that they wouldn’t get pulled away on a case. Just counting down the days until the weekend hit and they could finally release all of the pent up tension that had been building in each of them.

Of course she was still nervous, but the good kind of nervous. The kind that made you giddy more than it made you worried. Since she’d opened up to Spencer he’d been nothing but kind and supportive. It sort of made her want to sleep with him even more than ever, but he insisted that they wait, he wanted it to be special.

And now that she had time to prepare, she did all the things she thought you were supposed to do before having sex. She got waxed for the first time, and it hurt. It hurt way more than she was willing to admit. She bought lingerie. She had no idea what Spencer’s taste was when it came to things like that, but she did what Spencer would do and she made an educated guess. She knew that he liked it when she wore dresses, he would always compliment her when she wore pale colors. He said she looked pretty in everything, but especially in white.

So she picked out a set that was white, with lots of intricate little lace details. No one warned her that lingerie was so expensive, but Spencer was paying for a hotel room, so she figured she could spring for some pretty underwear. It wasn’t just for him, when she tried it on in the dressing room she knew she couldn’t leave without it. Something about the lace and the way it hugged her body just made her feel amazing.

Not that Spencer would’ve minded if she’d done none of that. He’d still find her sexy if she turned up in sweatpants and a t-shirt with stains on it. She was perfect to him. Which is why they didn’t want to jump into it right away. Where was the sense of occasion in that?

Instead Spencer had planned out the evening, he’d pick her up from her apartment, and they’d drive to the hotel, drop their bags, then head out for dinner. When they returned to the room that evening, then they’d have sex.

She didn’t have the heart to tell him that it didn’t sound so sexy when he gave her a regimented list of activities like that. But she knew he just wanted her to have the best possible time, and she trusted him. As always.

And she was right to trust him, but Spencer had been losing his mind about that all week. Stressed that he was going to be a let down. She’d never been with anyone else before and what if he was underwhelming? What if it was the worst first time anyone ever had? He knew the statistics, how few women cum their first time, how few cum from penetration alone. And in spite of himself he was determined. Determined to make this the best it could possibly be for her.

She was perfect, and she deserved no less than perfection.

He thought about filling their hotel room with roses, so many that you’d hardly be able to see the room. Or maybe just rose petals, scattered along the bed and the floor. Would candles be too much?

Instead he stopped himself, and he kept it simple. He bought a bouquet of roses before he went to pick her up. When he showed up at her door, flowers in hand she wasn’t quite ready to leave yet. Her hair and make-up were pristine, but she was still in sweatpants and an oversized jumper.

“Are we staying in tonight? I could’ve sworn we had plans?” he jokes, stepping inside and handing her the flowers.

“Haha, very funny. I just need 10 minutes to change.” she swats his arm, “Aren't you a walking cliche, a dozen red roses?” she admires the bouquet, bringing her nose to them to take in the sweet scent.

“Nope” he says with confidence, “Only 10. While red roses signify love and romance, the number of roses given actually carries it’s own significance.” he explains, “And the message that 10 roses sends is, ‘you’re perfect’, which you are”. He can feel the heat rising in his cheeks as he says it. He feels so sappy but from the way she looks up at him he can tell she’s just as sappy.

“You’re too much” she says, and pulls him in for a short kiss, “Will you put these in some water for me while I get dressed?” she asks, and he wants to tell her not to bother, they should ditch the plan and he’ll just scoop her up into his arms right now and take her on her bed. But he just about manages to stop himself.

When she emerges from her room again she’s in the sweetest little dress. It’s white, and the bodice hugs her while the skirt fans out once it hits her waist. She looks like a fucking princess. He loved her, he loved that this was what made her feel confident, and sexy. And he can’t escape the little gasp that falls from his lips. She just giggles at him.

“Close your mouth” she teases.

“No way, come here” he reaches out for her and settles his hands on her waist, pulling her in close and pressing their lips together, slow and deliberate. Taking his time to taste her, making sure she can feel exactly how excited he is to be with her. It takes longer than it should but she has to press her hands on his chest and push him away gently to break the kiss.

“If you keep kissing me like that we’re not gonna make it out of my living room” she says, and it’s supposed to be a joke but they both seem to know it’s only just shy of the truth.

— —

The hotel’s not far from either of their apartments, but it feels like a completely different planet. It’s expensive looking, and it’s such a stark contrast to all of the motels they have to stay in across the country.

The bed is plush, and high off the ground with crisp white sheets. And even if they weren’t planning on having sex in it, they’d still be excited to sleep in it. As they enter the room Spencer drops their bags while Y/N all but sprints over to the bed, throwing her body onto it with such force that she bounces back up off it just a little.

Spencer laughs at her, and her giddy excitement. There was still a nervous energy present in her, but nothing like before. There was no worry, no uncertainty.

He can’t help but admire her, the way she’s spread out on the bed, her hair fanned out around her like a halo, her dress spread out, blending into the white of the sheets as she giggled, her chest rising and falling with her deep breaths.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” he says, walking over to the bed, standing so that he’s looking down on her. She just shakes her head from side to side.

“That’s you” she turns it back on him and he smiles. He leans down over her bracing his hands on either side of her head as he leans down to kiss her. Her own hands move up to cradle his face, holding it gently as their lips move against one another. When they break apart she’s just looking up at him adoring.

“How did I get so lucky?” she asks this time, and his heart just about explodes in his chest. He leans in again, kissing her with a little more force than last time. Climbing onto the bed instead of hovering over it so that he can be closer to her, feel more of her pressed up against him than just her lips.

He moves so that they’re both on the mattress, so that he can wrap an arm around her waist and pull her so tight against him while they kiss. He uses his other hand to roam around her body, down her shoulder, trailing delicately along her arm. Along the curve of her waist, gripping her hip just a little when he passes it. He uses that hand to slowly pull up the skirt of her dress. Not with an intentions, just so that he can have a hand on her bare skin. Resting so gently on her thigh so that he can feel the goosebumps that he leaves behind.

That’s one of the things he loves most about her, just how responsive she is. It never takes very long before she’s gasping and moaning beneath him, even if his hands are gentle. And that’s exactly how they end up. With her writhing beneath him, tiny moans passing from her mouth into his as his fingers dig into the skin of her thighs. Hiking up her dress, further and further until he could see her panties. Just like that evening on his couch.

“Spence?” she moans out as his hands creep further and further inside of her thighs. He pauses for a moment to look down at her, to check in.

“Are you okay?” he rasps, his breathing shaky, and she nods quickly, putting him at ease instantly.

“I just— could we— can we do it now?” she’s looking up at him completely doe-eyed, her hands draped lazily around his neck, she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth in anticipation. And all he wants in the world is to say yes. Fuck it, yes of course, anything she wanted. But he couldn’t.

They’d waited this long, what was another few hours. Besides, they had reservations, he didn’t want to have to rush anything to make it to the restaurant in time. He wanted to give her all of the attention she deserved. So he shook his head.

“Nope” he says, telling himself as much as her, “We’ve got dinner in 30”

She pouts immediately, and he wants to give in right away but he pulls himself back, removing his hands from her thighs, and freeing himself from her soft grip. She pouts even more as he stands up off the bed completely.

“You’re really gonna leave me like this?” she asks, more brazen than usual, sitting up on her elbows a little so that she can see him as he walks across the room.

“I don’t want to start something I can’t finish” he jokes, but she doesn’t look impressed.

“You already did” she counters, his eyes darting to her exposed white panties between her legs, but he shakes his head again.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom, you better start getting ready for dinner” he points at her as though he’s trying to be stern, but they both knew he was wrapped around her finger.

She’s got absolutely no intention of using this time to get ready. Instead she reclines back in the bed, resting her head amongst the pillows, and she takes up right where Spencer left off. Pulling her skirt up and tucking her fingers into the waistband of her panties to find herself soaking wet. She trails her fingers between her folds, her lips softly parting to let out a small moan at the overall feeling that was building in her already.

She can’t help but cry out just a little as she sinks one of her fingers inside of herself, burying it as deep as it will go and curving it up to hit that spot she knows so well. By the time she’s added a second finger Spencer’s back in her line of sight. And he looks like he’s almost frozen in place when their eyes lock.

“Y/N” he just gasps, so small, she’s mentioned that she was the only other person who'd touched her like that, but for some reason he’d never thought to picture it. And thank god he hadn’t, it wouldn’t have held a candle to this.

“You started it,’’ she whines, “so I’m finishing it” her chest it heaving as she takes in long, labored breaths, her back arching up off the bed as her fingers continue to move inside of her panties. When it looks like she might just be about to cum her intervenes, sitting next to her on the bed and grabbing her wrist softly.

“Let me” he breathes, and she lets him pull her hand out of her panties. Instead of leaving it down by her side he brings it up towards him. Taking the two fingers that had just been inside of her and sucking them into his mouth. His soft lips sealing around them. She didn’t even know what to say.

“I’ve wanted to taste you for so long” he says once he lets the digits out of his mouth, and she's not only speechless, but she’s breathless now too.

With that he repositions himself on the bed so that he’s lying in-between her legs. He pulls at the sides of her panties and slides them down her legs so that she’s exposed to him. Now that he’d gotten a taste of her he was desperate for more.

Reaching further up under the skirt of her dress so that he could rest his hands on her hips, he uses the leverage to pull her a little closer. So that his face is right up against her centre. He places lingering delicate kisses all along the inside of her right thigh, and then her left. Agonizingly slow, teasing his way closer and closer to where she wanted him.

Once he’s run out of spots to kiss he’s finally at her core, and he introduces his tongue in one tentative lick right through her folds, tasting her even better now. Thankfully he’s got her hips pinned down with his hands or else they’d have sprung up off the bed.

“Fuck” she moans already, and that’s a good sign.

“Do you like that?” he asks, not playful or teasing, just genuine.

“So, so much” she affirms, and he dives right back in.

His tongue swiping between her folds, just grazing her clit every once in a while so that he could feel the way she squirmed beneath him. When he wraps his lips around her clit and begins to suck, with just the lightest pressure, she’s moaning so loud they’re probably going to get a noise complaint.

“Oh god, oh god” she starts to whine, “I think I’m close” she manages to force out. So he takes that as his queue to release his grip on one of her hips so that he can slowly push one of his long fingers deep inside of her. The stimulation from it, coupled with his lips in between her legs is enough to kill her she thinks.

Before she can think about it she’s cumming around him, on him, her hands fisting the sheets for any kind of purchase. Unable to control the moans the ripped through her.

When Spencer reappears from beneath her skirt a moment later his lips and chin are glistening, and there’s a dopey smile on his face, so she can do nothing else but pull him down on top of her for a kiss, tasting herself on his tongue. She wonders for a second if this turned Spencer on as much as it turned her on.

“Spencer” she breathes once they’ve broken apart, “that was amazing.”

“Yeah?” he looks at her, and delighted is the only word to describe his expression.

“Yeah” she tells him and he doesn’t miss a beat before he's on her again, diving in and placing feverish kisses all along her neck, down her collar bone, right to the cleavage that’s just exposed at the neckline of her dress. He starts to pull down the straps on her shoulders, doing anything he can to get it off her without having to move from his position, so perfectly situated on top of her.

“Spencer” she giggles, pulling his face up out of her chest, “What ever happened to dinner?

“We’re already 9 minutes late” he just laughs, “fuck dinner” and he dives back in. And she can’t fight him on that one. He’s sick of working around the fabric of her dress so he sits up the the bed and pulls her up with him.

“We’ve gotta get this off” he says, frantically searching for the zipper, and she wants to laugh at his eagerness, and she would, if she weren’t just as excited to be undressed. She has to help him find the zipper at her side so that he can slide it down. The dress goes slack around her just enough that he can pull it off over her head.

And now she’s just lying down in front of him in nothing but a bra and he thinks he might pass out. It’s a pretty one, white, and lacy, with a little satin bow in-between the cups. It’s so gorgeous against her skin that he almost wishes he hadn’t taken her panties off earlier. So that he could properly admire the whole set.

“I like this” he bites his lip, “I like it a lot” she doesn’t have to ask ‘what’ he’s looking so unashamedly at her breasts that she can’t mistake it.

“I bought it for you” she gazes up at him. And it makes this heart melt, she’d bought it for him, for him to see, to touch, to admire, to remove. “Can we take off your clothes now?” she asks then, and he feels stupid that they’re still on. He was so caught up in looking at her he’d almost forgotten he was even there. So he moves quickly, hopping up for a moment to rid himself of his clothes.

Once he’s in front of her in nothing but his boxers she starts to feel nervous again. She’s seen his cock before, she’s held it, tasted it, but this time was different. This time it was going to be inside of her. What if he didn’t like it, what if she was bad at all of this and he hated it.

He takes them off so that she can see just how hard he is, flushed and leaking, so excited to be with her. And it should feel reassuring, but it just feels like pressure. Pressure to be good.

Once he’s hovering over her again, his mouth working against hers as his hands work to unclasp her bra he can feel the hesitation in her kiss, in her touch. So he stops, and he pulls back.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” he says, his voice laced with equal parts love and concern.

She thinks for a moment before she speaks, “I just don’t want it to be bad for you” she whispers, like she’s embarrassed. And he can do nothing to contain the shock that spreads across his features.

“It could never be!” he rushes out, “This could be the worst sex of all time, and it would still be the best sex of my life, because it’s with you”

She softens immediately, he always knew exactly what to say to put her at ease. To comfort her so completely. So she pulls him back down to connect their lips once again. This time with the passion that she usually did, no apprehension, no worry.

And they stay like that for a few more minutes, him on top of her, their mouths moving against one another. With her bra on the floor his hands caressed and squeezed her bare breasts, fingers gently teasing her nipples in a way that made her gasp.

He has to climb off of her to get a condom from his bag, and for the brief moment that his warmth is gone she misses it more than she ever thought possible. When he returns to the bed, foil wrapper in hand she’s excited. This was it.

“Can I—” she starts, “can I put it on?” she asks sheepishly. And honestly he’s confused, but he hands her the wrapper anyway. She rips open the foil and pulls out the condom. Holding it in one hand as she grips his cock with the other, pumping it gently, softly gliding up and down the length a few times. She leans down into his lap for just a moment and licks up the underside of it, leaving an ever so slight kiss at the tip where it was leaking. Then she starts to slide the condom down his length, all the way down, so, so, slowly until it was at the base. No one had ever put a condom on him but himself, and he had no idea it could’ve been that hot the whole time.

He pulls her in for an appreciative kiss, pushing her back down on the bed so that he was on top of her once again.

“Can you, um— can you be on top?” she asks, biting her lip and looking up at him.

“Of course, whatever you want.” he whispers, “You’ve got to tell me if you don’t like something, or if you’re in pain, or not comfortable, or if you just want me to stop for any reason. Okay?” he asks, so sincere, and so full of love. And she’s so unbelievably happy that she waited for Spencer.

“It’s usually more comfortable and enjoyable if the woman has already cum once during the session, so you should be relaxed, but I’ll go slow.” she nods up at him.

“I’m ready” she sucks in a deep breath and pulls him in by his neck to kiss him, her lips open on his right away as she delves her tongue into his mouth. The taste of her arousal still lingering on his tongue. He pushes in while their mouths are still connected and he can feel her short gasp against his lips. She lets out a small wince at the sensation and it breaks his heart just a little.

“Are you okay? Do you need me to stop?”

“No, no! It just takes a little getting used to, you can keep going” she reassures him. And it does hurt a little, but it’s more like pressure. A pressure she hadn’t felt before. He pushes further in, and further in, and further in, until he’s completely inside of her, as deep as he can go. He moves so slowly so that she can take her time getting used to the feeling.

And if he was honest with himself he needed time to adjust too. She was so tight and warm around him, and whenever he’s still he can feel her clench around his length. He’d forgotten just how good this felt. Or maybe it had never felt quite this good before.

He keeps still inside of her, leaning down to litter her neck with kisses. Giving her time, she seemed to be enjoying it a little more now, biting her lip as she looks up at him.

“That feels so good Spencer” she moans out, her fingernails digging into his back as he raises up to look at her, “Does it feel good for you?” she says, and he almost can’t believe she’d even have to ask.

“It feels perfect. You feel perfect, so tight and wet” he lowers down so he can moan it right into her ear and that does something to her.

“I think you can start moving now?” she says

“Are you sure?” he asks and she nods, enthusiastic. And so he starts to move, slow and deliberate, long deep thrusts in and out of her. It doesn’t take long before she really seems to like it, adjusting to the feeling faster than she thought she would. Her legs come up to wrap around him, heels digging into his back to pull him close.

And they’re both moaning in tandem this time, moving together, breathing in sync, becoming one whole in every sense of the word. When she started to squirm beneath him, her hands gripping at his shoulders, his neck, wherever she could, he almost couldn't believe it. She was close.

So he put one hand on the headboard to steady himself and slipped the other down, skimming it along her torso before settling it right in-between her thighs. Circling her clit with his finger, faster and faster to match the speed of his thrusts as he tried to continue pumping in and out of her.

“Spencer, I think I’m—” she moans out, breathless and perfect, “Ah fuck! Right there!”

“That’s it baby” he hums, comforting and reassuring, his hands and his cock continuing their movements, working her closer and closer, “Cum for me.”

A second later she’s writhing beneath him, her back arching up off the bed, her nails digging so hard into his back that it hurt. “Fuck! Spencer!” she cries out as he works her through her high. It only takes another moment or two before he’s there himself, releasing inside of her, and the feeling is indescribable.

He pulls out of her slowly, taking care not to hurt her, when he’s sure she looks comfortable he allows himself to finally lay down on top of her. Collapsing softly, and resting his head on her bare chest.

On instinct she moves her hands to his hair, it’s just a little sweaty but she combs her fingers through it anyway. He was so beautiful.

“That was—” she wants to tell him, but she’s got no words, none that would do it any justice.

“Just the beginning.” he finishes for her.

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My Best Friend's Wedding chapter 5

A/N: As always, this is dedicated to the wonderfully amazing @the-omni-princess and I’m hoping you guys will continue to love the story as much as I am.

I will just warn you all, it will become smutty and mostly angst-free, because I think I need to read and write a story that’s just sappy and hot. That’s all.

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Chapter 5: Beautiful Things

It felt like the drive back took hours, maybe even a lifetime. Bucky filled up the small car impressively more than normal, and you shifted uncomfortably in your seat - it felt like the air around you had been sucked out.

“So, did Steve try to give you the whole I’ll kill you if you hurt him-speech, or was he just trying to figure out if you’re actually insane for dating me?” Bucky asked with a grin, breaking the silence as he turned down to the small, dead-end street where Peggy and Steve’s house lay nestled in. You huffed.

“He could try. I’d kick his balls into his throat.” You winked at him. “Nah, he didn’t. Honestly, he seemed pretty good with the dating and all that, he just wanted to make sure you were okay and being taken care of.” You shrugged, pulling your hair out of the pins, gently massaging your scalp. Heaven.

He sighed and the car turned off before he turned fully to face you. The proximity of him was entirely too close, and your breath hitched slightly.

“He means well, but I told him he shouldn’t worry.” You smiled gently and patted his hair. “He can’t help it. Brothers, y’know.” He rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, but… A few nightmares, and I’m suddenly… sensitive.” He cringed. You quirked an eyebrow at him.

“Aw, Buck, I promise it’s not just the nightmares, buddy. You just are lil’ delicate flower.” You grinned and quickly got out of the car, him huffing behind you.

“You’re a shitty best friend.” He pouted. You kissed his cheek as he unlocked the door.

“You still love me.” He blushed.

You’d finished getting ready for bed, trying to get comfortable on the daybed, while Bucky was finishing his business in the bathroom. You were trying your hardest to be relaxed and not look at the halfway open door, but the rustling out there kept drawing your damn eyes to it. You caught a glimpse of Bucky in just his underwear and you almost wanted to die.

“Stop it. You’ve seen it before. It is nothing. It is your best friend. Not sexy. At all. Especially in the grey undies. Those are most definitely not sexy.” you whispered unconvincingly to yourself. Your eyes went instead to the window, hoping to occupy yourself with the stars, but they had disappeared behind a thicket of clouds since you left the venue, so all you had left was the very uninteresting ceiling.

He left the bathroom, turned the lights off and laid down with a soft shit, as the mattress swallowed him. “This is not a mattress, this is quicksand.” He mumbled from his cocoon of pillows, blankets and a seemingly very soft mattress. You laughed. “Wanna switch?” He chuckled.

“No way in hell, doll. I am on first bed-shift, you get the couch-thing.” You rolled your eyes. “You’re stubborn as a mule, you know that?” He sighed happily.

“At least I’m comfyyy.”

“Fuck you, Buckster.”

“Goodnight to you too, Y/N.”

Bucky

He woke up by the sound of feet quickly walking across the wooden floor, small whimpers following. He glanced at Y/N, only dressed in his t-shirt, crossing her legs and hopefully looking at him with those fucking eyes.

“I can’t get comfortable. Can I sleep here?” Her voice was a hushed whisper. How could he say no? He nodded and pulled the blanket away, opening a space for her along his left side, where she quickly climbed in and snuggled close to him.

“Is this okay?” She asked softly, her fingers tracing his abdomen lightly. I will combust, right here, right now.

“Y-yeah.” He cleared his throat.

“What about this?” her fingers danced dangerously close to the elastic of his boxers, his breath hitching as one dipped below the band and grazed the soft hairs.

What the fuck was going on?

He turned his head, looking at her. She was bathed in moonlight, her hair lit up by the silver light. She bit her lip and with hooded eyes glanced at him.

“It’s just yes or no, Buck.” Her face was insanely close to his, it wouldn’t take more than a slight jerk of his head before their lips met. He was trying to hang on by flayed nails, but then she fucking moaned as her fingers dipped slightly below the waistband of his boxers.

He was a goner.

He growled softly, his hand suddenly behind her head, drawing her close and meeting her lips in a feverish haze. She was soft and her breath smelled like strawberries, and she moaned against his lips. Not one to waste an opportunity, he quickly let his tongue dance against her, rutting against her hand, that had wrapped around his already hard cock.

His ahnds went to her back, inching the shirt she was wearing up, higher, higher, until her breasts were exposed, nipples hard against his skin. He groaned and flipped them, so she was under him, rutting against her again as he pinched her nipple and her body arched into his. He let his fingers move from her nipple to her stomach, to…

“No underwear, doll?” He smirked at her, and she winked. “Didn’t see the need.” She simply said before grabbing his head and pulling him under for another kiss.

He could die a happy man.

His fingers went to her inner thighs, and was surprised by how slick she already was for me. He growled as her fingers tightened around his hard length, and he knew he’d been done in no time, but time was all he wanted and his thoughts were cloudy, desperate, like a man drowning was desperate for air, and he dipped a single, then two fingers inside of her to her lewd moans. She was pulsating around him, her hips ebbing against his hand, desperate for more.

“You want me, sweet girl?” he moaned against her neck.

“Please, Buck… James, please.” He fucking could have spent himself right there in her hand by the sound of his name. She never called him James.

He quickly pulled his underwear down, her hand falling limply to her side, as she stared at him with burning eyes. He was twitching and he felt precum leaking out of him, as he positioned himself in between her thighs, grabbing her breasts and then hips, almost wanting to bury himself in her skin, be closer, because this just wasn’t enough. “Buck…” She moaned his name again, rolling her hips up, trying to catch his length and he tutted at her, grabbing her face with his free hand, while he pumped himself a few times with the other. “Where’s your manners, sweetheart?”

She didn’t get to answer him. He dipped inside of her warm pussy, moaning at the sensation of her slick, warm walls. He closed his eyes, relishing in the feeling of her… She mewled and moaned, calling his name, louder, louder..

“Buck.”

She sounded stern.

“Bucky.”

Something was off.

“James Buchanan Barnes.”

It was his mother.

His eyes snapped open to a room bathed in morning sun, and he gasped, trying to make sense of what the fuck had happened. A quick glance around the room told him that no, Y/N had not come to his bed in the middle of the night, pantieless and wearing his shirt. She was, in fact, still asleep in the daybed in her pyjamas set that he gave her last christmas. His mother was not in the room, thankfully, and he furrowed his brows at Y/N’s sleeping position. She looked wildly uncomfortable.

Half of her body hung over the daybed, her head lolling to the right, her shirt riding up, exposing her soft, fucking perfect skin, one arm freely hanging down over her face, while the other fisted the blanket she was under. Her legs crossed weirdly on the armrest and a small snort sounded, pulling a light smile from Bucky. It had been a dream.

“That’s what you get for fantasising about her all day, you dickwad.” He whispered to himself, painfully aware that his cock was not aware that it had been a dream, and throbbed with the missing release.

He got out of bed, trying not to creak too much, and stepped into the bathroom, turning on the water and turning the heat way up. She was too much.

He stepped under the scalding water, sighing deeply. He glanced back through the slit in the door, seeing her head still in the same position as before, and decided she wasn’t going to wake up in the next two minutes. He had just enough time.

As the water cascaded down his back, he grabbed the conditioner she normally used and took a tiny, tiny drop on the palm of his hand. He must’ve been programmed to recognize the scent by barely anything, because he instantly was overwhelmed by the scent of lavender and roses that normally clung to her.

He spread it over the palm of his hand and quickly grabbed his hard length with a hiss, clenching his fist slightly, trying to remember how fucking tight she was in his dream. His hand moved on its own, pumping him as he rutted against it, keeping the pace and dream behind closed eyes. He was pumping hard now, gasping for air, moaning quietly, trying to keep her name from his lips. “Fuck me, such a good girl, sweetheart…” He whispered, hoping the water would hide his voice and the sounds of skin against skin.

As he felt himself tightening and his release just seconds away, he couldn’t hold back; her name fell from his lips in a hushed prayer as ropes of cum shot from him, mixing with the water by his feet. He was panting and leaned his forehead against the wall, letting the water drench his hair.

He didn’t notice the pair of eyes following his every move. He didn’t notice her hand under her pants, her chasing her own high by the sight of him, and he didn’t notice the way she moaned his name as she came undone as well.

He got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist and stepped into the shared room with Y/N. She was awake, rubbing sleep from her eyes roughly.

“Hi, good morning. Hi.” She said, her voice airy. He raised an eyebrow at her. “What’s gotten you wired this morning? That was twice as many greetings than normal.” He said with a grin. She gestured to him.

“Well, that. It’s distracting.”

“You just gestured to all of me.”

“I stand by my words. I need a shower. If you used all the hot water, I will end you.” She said, pointing a finger at him - he looked shocked. “I would never do such an abhorrent thing!” He said, grinning slightly.

“I’ll get your coffee ready downstairs, okay?” He yelled through the sound of water hitting tile and her humming. “Thank you, babe!” She yelled back. She seemed completely oblivious to the fact that she had called him babe and very much oblivious to the fact that his heart apparently jumped to his throat and swelled to double size, making swallowing impossible.

“Yup!” He yelled back, throwing a shirt and pants on haphazardly, not even bothering fixing his hair before heading downstairs, hoping caffeine could fix all of his problems.

Of course, Steve stood at the foot of the stairs, a cup of black coffee outstretched to him with a sly smile playing on his lips.

“Oooh, Babe, wanna have coffee with me?” Steve mocked. Bucky slapped his temple, but grabbed the coffee thankfully.

“Fine. If you behave.”

“I never do.” Bucky sighed and sat down at the small, round table in the kitchen, sipping coffee, waiting for Steve to talk. Steve leaned against the counter and looked at him with worry.

“Does she know?” He asked, worry clear on his tongue. Bucky rolled his eyes. “She doesn’t need…”

“Buck. She needs to know.” Bucky sighed and took another sip of coffee.

“Why? Why should I burden her perfect brain with that? Those things should stay locked up in my mind.” Steve shook his head.

“This is not something you can do alone, buddy. You’ve been calling me more and more at night. I know the anniversary is coming up, and it makes you angsty. You sleep like shit, you forget to eat, you get panic attacks.” Bucky sighed and ruffled his hair.

“That’s not her fault, though. No need to burden her.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“You are more stubborn than your mother.” He said, sitting down in front of Bucky. “Buck, this is for real. If you love her just a fraction of the amount she loves you, you owe this to her. You can’t go AWOL on her.” Bucky was quiet for a few moments.

No, she shouldn’t know. But no, she shouldn’t have to live with him going MIA for several days, showing up with purple crescents under his eyes, completely balls to the wall.

He was about to answer, when a soft hand landed on his shoulder and a pair of lips fell even softer on his forehead.

“Goodmorning, babe.” Her voice was sweet, like warm honey, and she smelled like strawberries and roses. Steve smiled at her.

“Coffee?” He asked. She nodded.

“Although this one…” She nudged him and winked. “Had promised to have it ready. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” There was no mistaking the laced undertones in the final word, the one he’d used in his dream, and, he realised with a start, this morning in the shower.

His heart went to his toes.

How did she know?

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matsbarzal · 3 years

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can you please do fluff #15 with Jamie Oleksiak???

15. "i can't wait to see you." - jamie oleksiak

word count: 1.6k pairing: jamie oleksiak x reader

Jamie had left for Seattle the day he got the call from his agent.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t upset about how quickly things were changing. One second, he was a fan favourite of the Dallas Stars, next he was being left unprotected and easily getting swept up by the Seattle Kraken in the midst of the expansion draft.

He had promised you things wouldn’t change too much, that the two of you would be able to work everything out and figure out what you were going to do, whether you were going to follow him to Seattle or try to make it work from miles away. He had promised you that you guys would figure it out before engulfing you up in his arms, his body wrapping eagerly around you as you pressed yourself as close to his as you could.

Jamie bid you goodbye with an eager press to your lips, his body ducking down while your lips moulded against each other, the unspoken words flowing through before he pulled away, a quick press of his lips to your forehead and one last hug before he had to make his way through the airport.

That was three days ago, and you were already starting to lose it a little on the inside. Jamie was busy, you knew that it was inevitable, but the two of you had barely had the opportunity to talk, the Kraken hoarding him and his teammates during the short week they had with them before they let the players loose for the summer.

Every time your phone vibrated, or your watch dinged, or you felt even the slightest movement of your phone, you were pulling it up to your face and trying to figure out if it was Jamie messaging you or calling you, but it never was. Especially in the middle of the day.

Except for this time.

The FaceTime request shined bright on the screen in front of you, Jamie’s contact name evident at the top of the screen as the FaceTime sound made its way throughout the small deck you found yourself on. You were still in Jamie’s Dallas house, agreeing that he’d meet you there the moment Seattle let him go free for the summer.

His face appeared on the screen, a wide toothy grin crossing his face when he made eye contact through the screen.

“Look at that beautiful damn face, baby. I’ve missed you.”

Sticking your tongue out at him, you could feel your cheeks start to warm as his compliment. “Don’t go getting all sappy now, Big Rig, I still have almost a week until I get to see your handsome face in person.”

“What if it was… less than a week?”

Quirking an eyebrow at him, urging him to continue as you didn’t let any words pass your lips.

“I’ve been thinking. We have a lot of free time in Seattle, I’ve just been spending it with the boys, but Ebs is bringing his wife up on Thursday, and Tanev said he’s flying his girlfriend up tomorrow. You wanna come? See the city I’m going to beg you to move to?”

The immense joy that burst inside of you at his words was incomparable. That was the last thing you were expecting Jamie to say, you didn’t even let a thought cross your mind before you were nodding your head eagerly, a large grin taking over your face as you looked at your boyfriend through the screen.

“Oh my god, yes. Obviously yes, one hundred times yes.”

A wide grin took over Jamie’s face as he watched your excitement play out. He had barely given it a though when his teammates said they were bringing their wives and girlfriends to go house-hunting with them, citing the fact that it would be a better idea to get started now than at the end of the summer and right before training camp.

Jamie quickly jumped on the idea, knowing full well that there was no guarantee you were moving from Dallas to Seattle for him, but after all of the houses he had the opportunity to see in his few days here, he knew it would be easy enough to convince you how worth it the move would be. He just didn’t know how right he was.

“Glad you said yes, your plane ticket should already be sitting in your email. See you tomorrow at 10am, babe.”

Mock groaning at the early flight time, all you did was pout as Jamie continued to grin back at you.

“I can’t wait to see you, baby.”

“I can’t wait to see you either, lover.”

Your arms barely wrapped all the way around his body, your frame tucked happily against his own large one as the both of you ignored the hordes of people walking past. Solely focused on each other, Jamie whispered sweet nothings in your ear, telling you how much he’d missed you, and how happy he was to see you, and how excited he was for you to see Seattle.

The cool air of his rental car greeted you kindly, the warm Seattle air unexpected. You couldn’t deny that Jamie was right, Seattle was beautiful, and you did love it practically the moment you saw it.

His hand was pressed gently against the exposed thigh above your knee, eagerly pressing a kiss to your lips at every stoplight, squeezing your thigh with every laugh that passed his lips. You had missed him so much, and this was why. He was attentive, and kind, and just a constant figure, he constantly made his presence known and apparent, constantly made sure you knew how loved you were and how obsessed with you he was.

“I feel like we’re going the complete opposite way of the hotel?”

“How would you know where the hotel is, nerd? You’ve never even been here before.”

Pursuing your lips at him, you turned your head slightly to look out the back window, the downtown core of Seattle highlighted in the view you were currently looking at. Forcing your body back around to glance at him, you quirked an eyebrow in response.

Rolling his eyes playfully, all Jamie did was squeeze your thigh again and grin. “I’m showing you something that I think you’ll love. Brought you out here for a reason, didn’ I?”

Shrugging your shoulders with a smile, you grabbed his much larger hand and entwined your fingers with his. His response: a light and gentle squeeze before pressing the back of your hand to his lips and then moving your entwined fingers back to the top of your thigh.

The house began to appear, the downtown core slowly dissipating as Jamie made his way more and more towards the suburbs of Seattle. The houses were all beautiful, the minimalistic and cottage core-like aesthetic flowing through the area the deeper and deeper Jamie found himself driving.

It took a few minutes for Jamie to find the parking lot he was looking for, a playground parking lot the most vacant lot he could find in the area. Curious, you followed his lead, unbuckling your seatbelt and following him out of the car. His arm easily wrapped around your shoulder as he directed you on where to walk, the conversation flowing lightly between the two of you.

The area was quiet, there were some families on the playground, couples walking their dogs, but it was quiet, and homey. Similar to the area you and Jamie lived in, in Dallas.

Pointing with his hand that wasn’t attached to the arm wrapped around your shoulder, you averted your eyes to gaze at the object. Your eyes met the bright right of a ‘sold’ sign, the beautiful mint-coloured home behind it staring back at you.

“Jordan Eberle and his wife bought this house before they even looked at it. Ebs and I went yesterday, it’s so gorgeous in there. You’d love it. Open-concept kitchen, the living room couches won’t be pressed against the wall, the master bedroom has two walk-in closets. You’d be so jealous.”

You couldn’t deny the jealousy that creeped up inside of you at the sounds of what he was describing. Four things ticked off your list for the future house Jamie and you would one day hopefully inhabit, almost immediately? Sounded too good to be true.

The two of you continued, before stopping in front of a second house, just steps away from the previous one you had eyed.

“This house is almost identical. Except for the colour, obviously. But the baby blue and white are cute, no?”

Nodding your head at his words, you couldn’t deny that the house was cute. Minimalistic, a nice white porch, a swing prevalent just steps away from the front door. Just the outside alone was everything you had always dreamed of and more.

“Almost the same setup inside, except one of the walls on the main floor may have to be torn down to accommodate an open concept kitchen,” quirking an eyebrow at his words, you turned to him with a questioning look in his eyes.

“I want you to move to Seattle with me, I’m prepared to put an offer in for this house in 25 minutes if you say you like the house and that you’ll move here. I’ll even let you decorate it to your heart’s desire, be our own little interior designer or whatever.”

You could barely contain the smile of glee at his words, you had been on edge about following Jamie to another city after getting situated in Dallas for the second time, change was hard, but when it felt like change kept occurring every two years… well… it made things even more difficult.

It was like Jamie could sense your worries as he started again, “Seattle’s in it for the long-run. The contracts five years. I think here is it for us, baby. I think you’d love it here, and I think you’d love this house.”

“Show me our future house then, Mr. Oleksiak.”

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Gambling and Babies

soon to be father!bokuto x pregnant!reader

gender reveal and gambling uncles (wc: 1475)

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i apologize if this is messy, i've never been to a baby shower before i just got the idea after watching a tik tok and felt like writing about it after baby fever hit me like a train. please let me know if i can improve anything about it <3

“Are you sure everything is ready?”

Akaashi was beyond nervous. Planning a baby shower for his best friend’s first born child was not something he ever saw himself doing, but how could he have passed upon the opportunity after seeing how excited Bokuto was at the idea of having one?

Obviously, you and your dear husband had no idea about the whole event, at least not until a few days ago. Atsumu ringed you both up to tell you about Akaashi’s surprise and told you to clear out your schedule for that day. You hadn’t seen Bokuto that excited since the day he got married to you in front of his (old and current) volleyball team and direct family. Quite frankly, the whole idea was also a surprise to you- you did mention wanting to have one once or twice at the beginning of your pregnancy but you didn’t expect anyone to actually follow through with the idea.

“Yes, stop stressing. Bokuto and Y/N are on their way already.” Hinata tried his best to calm Akaashi down, but the dark haired man still couldn’t stop fidgeting with his fingers. He wanted everything to be perfect, literally.

He kept walking around the big garden, recounting the balloons and making sure the amount was the exact same for the blue and pink ones.

23, 24, 25… alright, 1, 2…

“IS THIS ALL FOR US?”

Bokuto’s loud voice turned everyone’s head toward you two. He started looking at the place with stars in his eyes- literally, while you greeted the people who were invited. Some congratulated you, some hugged you and others were inviting you to bet with them on the gender of the baby.

“Thanks, but I’ll pass.” you said with a smile on your face. You didn’t really care that much about the gender of the baby and neither did Bokuto; both of you were ready for any of the outcomes possible, you just wanted the baby to be healthy. And with how your pregnancy was going so far, that’s not something you were worried about.

After thanking a few more guests for coming, you were making your way to Bokuto who was chatting with Akaashi.

Bokuto was clenching Akaashi’s shirt, telling him something with the pouty voice he used on you when you told him no a few too many times. “... promise I won’t tell her.”

“For the last time, Bokuto-san, I will not tell you the gender of the baby. You’ll have to find out later.”

“Kou, baby, you’re not causing Keiji trouble, are you?”

Bokuto straightened his back up at the sound of your voice and ran to you, quickly wrapping his arm around your waist.

“No, babe we were just playing, I was actually thanking him for putting up everything together.” Bokuto gave you a small peck on the temple.

You moved to take Akaashi’s hand in yours, “Oh, yeah Keiji this really means a lot, thank you so much.”

“It’s really nothing,” he went back to fidgeting with his hands, “I’m just glad you guys like it.”

You chuckle at the sight of the little habit he’s had since your high school days, it felt kind of nostalgic to see a part of the old him. Akaashi has been with you and Bokuto since the beginning, he’s actually the one who helped your husband confess his little crush on you back in high school. Seeing how far you three have gone was enough to water your lower lash line.

“You okay?” Bokuto asked, “We’re gonna pop the balloon soon, do you want me-”

You cut him off, “I’m perfect.” You cupped his cheeks to bring your lips together in a kiss. “Let’s go see what gender our child is.”

Bokuto nooded took your hand in his and kissed the back of it, something he’s always loved doing.

“No matter the gender, they’re gonna turn out to be the greatest volleyball player in Japan- No! The whole world!”

“With you as their father, I don’t doubt it at all.”

Bokuto and you stood in front of the table full of gifts. You were glad that Akaashi only invited your closest friends because you weren’t sure how to act in front of a too big audience.

“Bet it’s a boy” Atsumu said with a few money bills in hand.

“And I’m telling you it’s a girl!” Meian replied.

Chatters among the small crowd regarding your unborn child’s gender started taking up place. Atsumu and Meian had unexpectedly started a whole debate.

“Will you two lower it down? They’re going to pop the balloon.” Sakusa said before rolling his eyes at the antics of his capitan and teammate.

“WAIT, THE CAMERA” a panicked Hinata sprinted across the garden with a small camera and tripod in hand. “Don’t start without the camera.”

Meian moved to help him set up the whole thing, hoping it would save everyone some time. “What were you doing all this time?”

Hinata didn’t say anything and looked behind his back where a smiling Kuroo with yen bills in his hands could be seen. He put the money in his front pocket and joined the rest of the group.

“Come on guys let’s not waste any more time.” he said, hoping to get the attention off of him for a second.

Hinata hit play on the camera and everything from there started rolling. Akaashi gave you and Bokuto the large black floating balloon, not before congratulating you too one last time.

Large needle in hands, you started noticing how much you were shaking. “You pop it or I pop it?” you asked your husband.

“You pop it, I’m too nervous.”

“As if I aren’t.” you mumbled under your breath. “Let’s do it together?”

Bokuto eagerly nodded before wrapping his free hand over yours, the other was holding the string, stopping the balloon from escaping the party. The gesture calmed you down a bit, it was like a little reminder that you were definitely not in this alone. He has always been with you and will always be, he had promised, after all, and Bokuto would rather die than break a promise he’s made to you.

He leaned down slightly to kiss your cheek. “Okay 1, 2...3”

At the count of three, blue papers exploded from the balloon, leaving you and Bokuto speechless for a second. Tears started blurring your vision when you felt your husband’s arm around you, jumping up and down, not being able to contain his excitement anymore. He gave you a loud kiss on the mouth before joining his friend group who were all yelling and screaming about some were right and others were wrong. You were, yourself, quickly surrounded by a few people who bragged about knowing it already because Mom’s sense, Oh no it was just easy to tell, Actually women pregnant with boys- you lost count of the explanation they came up with you. You were just really happy to know that you and Bokuto would be welcoming a little boy to the world in the next few months.

After the excitement being calmed down, you joined Bokuto who was still chatting with some of his teammates. You could hear some of them complain about the money they’ve lost and it made you giggle.

As soon as the whole celebration was over and after cleaning everything up, you Bokuto and Akaashi went for a car ride like the good old days (in Bokuto’s words).

“We’re adults now” Bokuto sighed as he rubbed your belly with one hand and stirred the wheel with the other.

You laughed at his sudden realization. “Did it take you a whole baby to figure that?”

“Yeah,” he said dreamily “I’m just really glad I get to experience this with you, you know?”

“Me too, wouldn't experience it with anyone else.” you took his hand from your belly in yours and kissed his knuckles. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Gosh you guys are as sappy as you were in high school.” Akaashi mumbled from the backseat.

You quickly turn around to give your good friend a small smack on the knee.

“It’s all your fault Akaashi!”

He laughed and leaned back in his seat, admiring the sunset that could be seen from his window. “Yeah, and I would do it again.”

bonus

“You said you knew the gender!” an angry Hinata was scolding Kuroo.

“I said I’m eighty-five percent sure of the gender, it’s just bad luck that it landed on the fifteen percent remaining!”

Hinata rubbed his face, trying to make the math in his head “Give me back my money at least.”

“Can’t do that.” Kuroo yawned, “That’s just how business works.” he pat Hinata’s head before walking away, leaving the small red head trying to figure out if he really got scammed or not.

#bokuto #bokuto kotaro #bokuto koutarou #fluff #bokuto fluff #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #domestic!bokuto #dad bokuto #soon to be dad bokuto #domestic!haikyuu #tw. pregnancy #bokuto x you #bokuto x reader #hq x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n

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kirschteinsj · 3 years

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Pinky Promises

Nanami x fem! reader

Warnings: nothing too much! maybe language but overall just a bunch of fluff and lovey dovey stuff

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: Domestic Nanami and reader, just thinking about how much they love each other. sappy and cute stuff.

A/N: Hi! ^_^ Second time posting, I’ve had this one shot saved for a bit now! finally posting it lolz. I've noticed a lot of people have written domestic Nanami pics or drawn art, very glad society as a whole has this perception of him. it truly heals the soul I think. anyway, I hope u like this and sorry if there’s any grammar errors I wasnt able to catch U_U im thinking of doing a hc post next.... unsure hm, we’ll see ^_^!!

“I’m hooooome.” He says loudly as he steps through the apartment door, setting his briefcase down and taking off his beige coat. Putting down the grand kitchen knife she was using to chop up spinach, she rushed to the door with a smile and engulfed the tall blonde into a tight hug, saying hello. She took a deep breath, inhaling the soft scent of his cologne, the smell of something sour and musty soon taking over. Her face scrunched up and she let out a giggle.

“Oh god, Nanami, you stink, what did you go against today?”

“Nothing too bad. Just a grade 3,” He sighed “A smelly grade 3.” He sounded disappointed, probably because he knew he stunk too. Though the smell was horrendous, she still remained in his arms and he still held on just as tight.

“Are you tired? I was thinking of making dinner with you tonight but if you’re too tired I can-”

“No no. I’m fine. Just let me wash up and I’ll help out.”

“You sure?” She asked looking up towards him, questioning once more to reassure. He looked down and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

“I’m sure, dear.”

While he showers upstairs, she gets back to readying the ingredients so they could begin cooking their masterpiece as soon as possible. Tonight she had chosen chicken alfredo with a tossed salad; One could say it was her favourite, but saying that would imply that she would eat it when cooked and served by whomever. But to her, she would only eat it when it was him who had made it for her.

Y/n adored him. He adored her. To her, he was her light. She could simply not imagine life without him, not after he had come in and changed her in such a way. She never in a million years would have thought to be so in love with someone. To have known someone who cared enough to hear all about her day or listen to all her tangents, whether they made sense or not. Who listened to her talk forever about anything just so he could see the faint glow of passion in her eyes. Someone who remembered the small details in regards to the things she loved and the things she despised; Like how she hated the feeling of peanut butter on her fingers and how she absolutely admired the scent of fresh pages in a new book. Sometimes, she felt undeserving of him.

He admired her like no other. Never did he believe he’d be capable of opening up to anyone in such a way, at least not until she walked into his life. He could write a million lists, all full of everything he loved about her. The way she smiled cheekily at him after a witty remark, how she'd give every hug as if it was the last, the way she was oh so patient with him. It took him time to become vulnerable in the slightest, he just didn’t know how to do so without burdening her. She knew his job was hard, he’d told her. But rather than running away like he expected, she stayed with him right by his side. She refused to leave him over that. If anything, it made her want to stay more since she felt the need to be there for him. It felt like a punch to the gut but a good one. “So, is this love?” He had asked himself then. Nanami had someone who brought out the much more joyful side to him. At the end of the day, he knew he’d walk through the front door only to see her, arms wide open and with a big smile offering a cozy hug. She was his home. Sometimes, he felt undeserving of her.

Putting the final piece of broccoli into the container, she tidies any clutter and went back to their shared bedroom. Sinking into the bed and falling on it with a plush thump, she lets out a deep sigh mixed with some sort of a groan. She herself was exhausted from work too to say the least. She didn’t deal with curses or anything like that, but she did teach a class of 9 year olds which one could consider just as frustrating. Yawning, she checks her phone to read the time: 6:15 PM. Nanami hadn’t been in the shower for too long, a small nap wouldn’t hurt. Quickly, she settled for a little 30 minute nap. That way, she could get up soon enough to help him out in the kitchen and not abandon him to do everything on his own. She turns her phone off and slowly, her eyes shut.

…

Y/n slowly opens her eyes and notices a grey throw blanket placed on her, something that she doesn’t recall going to bed with earlier. “Must’ve been Nanami.” Grabbing her phone, she turns the screen on, wincing at the incredible blue light piercing into her skull. “Fuck.” she mumbles. Once her eyes adjust, she glances back at the screen for the time: 7:30.

“FUCK,” she says, voice croaking “I overslept.” With the speed of light, she leaves bed and runs down the hall to the bathroom to freshen up. She soon makes her way over to the kitchen silently, slightly ashamed and guilty. Y/n mumbles a whine with a frown, “He’s probably done making things now. I could have helped.”

The kitchen is filled with the delicate scents of sauces, cheese and herbs. She watches him from the door frame, admiring her boyfriend. He stood in front of the stove mixing at the sauce for the alfredo, which scent alone made her mouth water. Nanami seems to be in his own world, as he stands humming to himself softly, stirring the pot of sauce and adding in the broccoli and spinach, not seeming to notice y/n. With a final stir, he carefully sets the lid and turns to rinse his hands. Her gaze sits upon his figure, how his grey oversized shirt slightly clings to his shoulders and loosens as it goes down his body. Looking down, she noticed the bright red christmas pyjamas he had on, the ones with adorable little reindeers all over them. Grinning, she remembers how she had bought those for him. She purchased a matching set for the two of them and insisted on wearing them all day on Christmas last year. Nanami had responded to the idea with a stern “No” which left y/n in shambles. She didn’t expect him to agree, but hey, a girl can dream. However, on Christmas day, lo and behold, she had woken up to find Nanami sitting on the couch, watching the news with his reindeer PJs on. Immediately, she had attacked him with hugs and kisses and all Nanami did was sit there and accept them, secretly loving it the whole time.

A deep voice throws her out of her thoughts. “You know, it’s rude to stare, right?”

Y/n chuckles quietly and makes her way over, wrapping her arms around him from behind, snuggling into his back.

“I like to stare at you, you’re cute,” she breathes in his scent once again, “ah, you smell so much better now. Like the nami I know.”

“I am not cute. I am a grown man.”

“C’mon, you can’t possibly be saying that right now. Not while you’re wearing these pants.” She coos, gently patting his butt. He goes silent, refusing to rebuttal knowing that he’s lost. He leans against the counter, his front facing her. Though he didn’t say anything, y/n sees this as an open invite to his arms. The rope of his arms finds her waist this time, her arms in an embrace around his neck.

“Whatever, tell me, how was your day, hm?” He posed, changing the subject.

“Same old, yenno. The kids and I had a discussion today about drugs and safety. It was cute, hearing them rat out their neighbours for smoking cigs and talk about how yucky they thought alcohol is. It was… sweet. How was work for you, hon?”

“Shit.” He retorts, closing his eyes, “Work is shit.”

“Oh come ON, I’m sure it’s not always that bad, right? Say, how’s your friend doing, you know, the one who kinda looks like one of my makeup brushes! Isn’t he good company?”

“Yeah, if good company means having to deal with a nuisance to society on a daily basis then by all means, yes, Gojo is wonderful company.” He joked, loosening his grip on her and making his way over to the stove to check on his sauce. She follows, opening the first drawer and pulling out a silver spoon, “You’re so mean sometimes. I think he’s a great guy to be around! I met him once, such a flirt.”

He teases calmly, “If you love him so much, why don’t you get with him?”

Taking her spoon, she lowers it into the pot and brings it back up to her face, blowing on it carefully before she puts it to her lips to taste. “Hmm, I would. But I don’t think he’s as big as you. I’ll have to pass.” She smirked, putting the spoon into her mouth as he watched and sighed in disappointment.

He glares,“God, you’re something else.”

“I’m just kidding, babe.” Bringing her spoon down for another taste. He swats at her hand and she retreats it with a whine. “Don’t do that. You’ve tried it already, and will again when we get to eat.” He scolded tenderly, “Plus, you shouldn’t be given these privileges anyway. It’s not like you helped out or anything.” He smiled, teasing her.

“Nanamiiii, I’m sorry,” she whines, half laughing, “I promise, I was going to help! I just got a little bit sleepy and sort of lost track of time…” He turned over to her and lifted her face with a finger under her chin. Laughing, he delicately caresses her cheek, tapping it admirably with a curled finger. The blonde chuckles and looks her in the eyes, “I’m just joking with you, love. I know you’ve been tired lately, I can tell. Why haven’t you been resting?”

Her smile falls and she sighs. Y/n wrapped her arms around his waist and brought him into her, hiding her face into his chest. It was true, she was exhausted but she didn’t deem it to be anything so serious. Work was just heavy this past week from having to grade her students’ work in time for report cards. All she wanted was the best for her kids and was finding ways to get the kids out of their comfort zones enough to do well in class. That reminded her, Nanami also mentioned having a student of his own.

She takes her face out of his chest and glances upwards. “It’s just this week of work, I promise I’ll be back to normal soon. I’ve just been busy with lesson plans and activities, yenno. Anyway, speaking of students, how’s the one you’ve been assigned to?” She posed in a soft tone. Half smiling, he turned around to add the strained pasta to the sauce, scattering it into the pot.

“He’s special. Quite lively. And cheerful. He reminds me of you sometimes,” his voice strains as he stretches to grab the bowl of cooked chicken to finally add into the pot, finishing the meal, “He’s got potential.” Y/n beamed with happiness. Nanami really seemed to like this kid and if he thought you had potential, then it sure as hell meant you had it.

She lets out a squeal, “EEEEEEK!!! That sounds amazing! I’m so happy for you!” Nanami suppressed a laugh and rolled his eyes, “It’s not that-”

“This calls for a drink, don’t you think?” She babbled with excitement, “We should have some wine! Right?”

Grabbing her wrist as she skipped her way over to the bottle, he reminded her, “You have school tomorrow. You always end up having more than needed and struggle to wake up in the morning.” Y/n frowned at his words, to which he noticed and tried to fix, “Tomorrow’s Friday, you can drink plenty tomorrow, hm? I’ll drink with you.”

“Ugh, fine. You’re right. But you have to promise.”

“I promise you ca-”

“No! You have to pinky-promise.” She demanded, pouting as he stuck out her pinky finger.

His heart skips a beat. Was she always this cute? Her angelic eyes stare into his tired ones. Bottom lip poking out, awaiting Nanami’s pinky to interlock with her own. He knew she took pinky-promises very seriously despite her grown age. It was among one of the many petty details that he cherished. Something about this pinky-promise was enough for her to ensure trust onto someone, it made him laugh. Her naivety is what made her so kind hearted, what allowed her to see the best in people. He felt that this naivety is why they’re together to begin with. He didn’t ever think she’d give him a chance. He reminisced of their first few encounters. The way she did her hair back then, the way she dressed, her shy smile and how she’d look at the floor whenever she’d blush. Maybe it was her timid nature that made him fall head over heels for her. Or maybe it was her generosity. Perhaps her beauty. He was unable to simply confine the reasoning for his infatuation with just a few traits. She grew overtime, more comfortable and less shy, she was more confident around him but he knew he could still make her blush so badly that she’d have to hide her face from him. He enjoyed their banter, her company. He felt it was luck. Or maybe it was fate. Who knows. He didn’t want to think so much about it. He wanted to live in the moment, adore her in this present time. In that instance, he felt the strong urge to kiss her. And so he did.

The kiss was short and sweet, yet full of an unfathomable amount of love. It took her aback, she didn’t quite see it coming. She too stood in the present moment, then and there, cherishing the man she loved.

His lips leave hers and he extends the smallest finger on his hand, declaring, “I pinky-promise.” And a ginormous grin washes over her face. In a whisper, she squeals and scoops her arms around his torso, resting her head onto his chest. They stay like this for a while, not too long really, but to them it felt like an eternity being in each other’s affectionate embrace. He goes to speak and she feels the vibrating boom of his voice make his way up from his chest.

“I love you.”

She sighs, “I love you too.”

Turning her head, y/n smoothly gets on her tip toes and clasps her arms around his neck, giving it a tender kiss and attempting to make a trail leading up to his sharp jaw. Catching onto her tactics he laughs, putting his big hand against her face and pushing her back.

“Seriously?” He chuckles, “You couldn’t wait till after dinner? Come on, take out the plates.”

“Wait for what? I was just kissing you! You’re so dramatic, Nami.” She lies, playing innocent. She knew damn well what she was trying to do. She wasn’t going to admit to it though. Taking out the plates and utensils, she readied the table.

…

After dinner and meaningless conversation, the two lovers tidied and headed towards their room. “Do yo wana wah a mohee tomowwow nie?” Y/n proposed from the bathroom as she brushed her teeth. He perks his head up, confused, “Do I want to what?” She spat into the sink and rinsed her mouth, repeating her question.

“I said, do you wanna watch a movie tomorrow night? Like at home? There’s this documentary I saw on Netflix, it looks really good! It’s crime related.”

“That sounds fine with me. Though, that’s only possible if you don’t end up drinking too much. I always have to get you to sleep early when you drink.” He states nonchalantly, nose poked into a thick book. She rolls her eyes and smiles, “I promise I won’t drink all that much.” Shifting his book to the opposing hand, Nanami silently takes his pinky finger and holds it out to y/n. She snickers and reciprocates.

“You’ve now pinky-promised. Don’t break it, y/n.”

“I never do.”

The nightstand lamp illuminates the room with a soft yellow glow. Shadows of objects on the nightstand hang on the walls. Laying in bed on her phone, y/n turns over to Nanami, who was still reading his book. “Nami, come lay next to me, I wanna cuddle. Please?” Her voice faint. He looks down at her and puts his book away immediately. He could use a cuddle too. Bringing himself down, he lays on his back, y/n closing the gap between the two. Their legs intertwine, her arm and head resting on his chest while one of his hands rested on her bum, the other dotingly playing with her hair. Neither of them spoke a word for a while. Until y/n broke the silence.

“So, were there no other pairs of pants you had left to wear or-”

“Please, be quiet.”

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nobodyfindthisacc · 3 years

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Slides and Monkey bars

Sana x reader

Fluff

Request~ “can you please do the prompt: only time can tell, with g/n reader x sana (twice) please make it angst but with happy ending im a sucker for sappy endings 😭”

Word count~ 1.2k words

A/N~ didn’t turn out as angsty, so i hope you still like it :))

There she is, dancing and singing on stage in front of millions of fans. Even with a single wink, she manages to capture thousands’ heart. You aren’t an exception either, you’ve never been. And maybe that’s why it hurts, knowing you’ve been there for her since before debut, yet you had no chance in winning her like she did with you.

You wish you could leave. You wish you had the heart to ghost her, for the sake of your heart. Yet here you are, standing helplessly at the backstage with flowers in hand, awaiting for her to jump into your arm per usual. And she does. Pumpkin orange hair fills you vision, as the idol hug your waist tightly.

“Wow there m’lady. Be careful, you could’ve made us fall and crush these beautiful flowers i brought for you.” You say with a hand on her shoulder. “Haven’t you already fallen for me? And these flowers aren’t as enchanting as you are” she flirts with you like she always does, but you knew better than that. “Sana” the smirk on Sana’s face fades away, along with her hands around you. “You have to stop flirting, I’m fine with your affection but now it just feels like your leading me on.” You say with a somber smile.

“no no, I didn’t mean to lead you on! Im sor-“ Sana’s frantically waving her hands, in order to make sure she doesn’t hurt you. She might not be your lover, be she’s definitely your friend. “I know, you didn’t mean to. Don’t worry.” You cut her off and give her a cheeky smile in hopes to cheer her up.

The air after that is a bit awkward. With Sana being self conscious with everything she does and says to me. She’s a really nice friend at least. You guys go off for a walk while the rest of her group goes back to their dorms. The car ride’s not as awkward as before as she starts loosening up again, singing to the songs on the radio with casual humming from you.

Once you arrive at the park, sana gets off whilst rubbing her hands because of the chill breeze going through the sky in autumn night. You offer your hand, to which she takes. While strolling through the park, you encounter a playground, far too familiar for both of you.

“Hey it’s that playground we played in back in high school!” With that she goes of to the said playground, climbing up a slide. You chuckle at the girl as she slides down the toy. “Aren’t you a little to old for that miss?” You tease only for the later to pull your arm to another part of the playground. “Oh stop it. Just because we’re older, doesn’t mean we can’t play with it too.”

You end up in front of a monkey bar. A particularly tall one at that. “Can the master still go through the highest bar? Or are they now a drowned out used been?” You let out another laugh as she challenges you with hands crossing her chest. “You really want me to climb a monkey bar for children?” You insult the toy, “hey it’s still taller than both of us” her rebuttal made you narrow your eyes towards the figure in front of you, with a smirk displaying on your face.

“I need more convincing.” Sana looks at you puzzlingly as she thinks of a way to convince you to have some fun. Only deciding to be mysterious. “You’ll get a reward!” “From who? You?” You ask, pretty intrigued. “Of course me! Who else?” She proclaims slightly offended by the lack of belief. “Ok, i just thought you were gonna have jyp transfer some money into my pocket.” “Hey!” She pouts at your tease. “So what is it? The reward?” You ask one more time, only to be met with a grin from the other. “You’d have to do it first.”

You end up doing it. You were gonna do it, even without the reward, it was just fun teasing sana. But the reward was a bonus. She’s probably gonna buy you some drink from the soda machine near the playground. Your hands are starting to feel a tad burn from all friction the bars gave, and you are definitely bad at swinging compared to when you were called the “master of monkey bars” but you held on finishing it for a free soda, but mostly because of pride. With an arm reaching for the last bar, you finish of with a jump.

As childish as it sounds, you’re ecstatic at the accomplishment. Maybe it’s the feeling of still having a little part of yourself way back in your younger days, maybe it’s just because you like proving to others you can do it, or maybe it’s just because of the reward. You continue to jump to Sana in happy fit. “Ta-da!” You do jazz hands in order to show off to the later. “The master still got it.” You exclaim, now panting after several jumps of high, resting your hand on your hips.

Sana didn’t know what she feels right now. But seeing you jump in joy to her reminds her of a puppy running to its owner after catching a ball. It’s unbelievably cute. She just wanted to keep you in her pocket. She wants a lot of things right now, actually. But she couldn’t put in words. “Sana?” So she ends up doing something on autopilot.

She kisses you.

You pull away in surprise. Why did she kiss you? She rejected you didn’t she? She didn’t like you right? Not in that way right? Is she purposely leading you on? Questions fills your mind as you look at her questioningly and with caution.

Meanwhile, Sana backs away in fear. What’d she do? Why did she do that? She isn’t romantically interested in you, right? God, do you hate her now? Are you going to leave her? She looks shook by her own action. Thus why you’re the one to cut the silence.

“Sana, what was that?” You as curiously, you didn’t voice any anger for that’d make things worse. And you’re truly more curious than anything. “I-I don’t know.” She stutters. “I’m sorry. I fucked up. I know. I just, I just did it on instinct? I don’t know, I just did it without thinking and I’m so sor-“ she rambles on and on, not even realising her feelings spilling out.

“Sana, stop for a bit. Breathe in and breathe out. Your starting to shake.” You stop yet again, now going closer to the later, putting both hands on her shoulders. With your instructions, she starts to calm down from all the fear of you leaving. You wouldn’t, she assures herself.

After a moment of silence, you ask her the most important question of your relationship, the one sana dreads the most. “Do you like me Sana?” She didn’t know. She’s unsure of herself. She’s afraid of ruining things. Things like your relationship, things like the public’s opinion, things like her friends and family’s opinion. But ultimately, she figures to admit the truth. “I think I do”

Letting go of her shoulders, you both stand there in silence. Until you ask again, “Do I have a chance?” A whisper of hope is let out, as the crickets chirp in the background. Not like you guys would ever acknowledge it, too immersed in each others’ eyes and warmth.

“I don’t know yet.” A helpless cry responds to the question. Confusion, love, and disappointment swim in her eyes. She didn’t know. So your hand reaches out for hers, intertwining them. “It’s fine, i can wait.”

#twice imagines #twice imagine #gxg #twice x reader #sana imagines #twice scenarios

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pappydaddy · 3 years

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Eternal Flame (s.h)

A/N: Finally have another request done! I am getting them done slowly but surely lovelies! Anywho, this was requested by the lovely @the-weeping-author! She is one of my moots and one of the first friends I made on this platform! You guys should definitely check out some of her work and she has recently revamped her blog! I love this song with all my heart so I was beyond excited to get a request with this as a prompt! So, without further ado, I present this fic to you lovelies! Hope you guys enjoy it💛!

P.S: I added a 70s and 90s reference in here😉.

Disclaimer: Eternal Flame came out on the album Everything in 1988, but for this fic (set after season three - 1985/86) let's just say it came out around then.

tv show/movie: stranger things

pairing: steve harrington x fem!wheeler!reader

requested

sequeal to right behind you

steve harrington taglist: @the-weeping-author

warnings: angst, awkwardness, just being a teen in high school who has a crush, insecurity, sibling insecurity (fellow siblings know what I am talking about), comparing oneself to their sibling, fluff, sappy speeches.

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There are a lot of things in life that are hard to navigate. Growing up, your thoughts, school - and that’s just to name a few, but there is one thing that is the hardest to navigate (let alone deal with) and that was feelings. Romantic feelings were pesky things that cause a flurry of butterflies to flutter around your stomach, making you feel both enlightened and like throwing up all at the same time, that also causes your mind to turn to mush at any given second, that made you question everything and anything about yourself. Y/N hated romantic feelings, but in the past, she had found them somewhat navigable, but her ability to navigate the troublesome tangle of those stupid feelings slipped past her fingers the second they became tangled with her familial feelings.

Of course, she thought she was perfectly fine when she struck up a friendship with her twin’s ex-boyfriend, but she was proven horribly wrong within six months of their friendship when she finally clued in that the little fires burning under her skin whenever he touched her wasn’t just because he produced an unnatural amount of body heat. To top it all off, his actions were completely unreadable now that it was revealed that he actually had a heart that cared for more than popularity and hair products like she once believed. Normally, she could figure out if someone liked her, but with Steve, his soft touches and warm gaze confused her. She couldn’t tell if the softening of his eyes when they looked at each other was his natural, kind self or if he was envisioning a golden circle surrounding her like an angel. But the worst part of it was, it didn’t matter if he did like her back, it wasn’t like it would work out. He dated her sister, her better-at-everything sister. How could she even compare to Nancy? How could they date without it being completely weird? However, even though it was utterly hopeless, the flame within her heart burned warm and relentless, warming her body with misery and love.

“Hey, Loser,” Robin snapped, tossing a piece of popcorn at Y/N’s forehead, hitting her right between the eyes. She jolted, looking up from the open textbook and binder sprawled out in front of her, taken back by Robin suddenly pelting her with food. “Could you stop thinking about the Dingus for like five minutes and help me with this question? I’ve tried to do it, but each time I keep getting a different answer.” Robin complained, gesturing to her own books on the floor between them.

“I wasn’t thinking about Steve.” She lied, leaning across the popcorn bowl in the middle of the midst of them and the school books. Robin gave her a look.

“Sure, and I was thinking about kissing Rob Lowe,” She remarked sarcastically, watching as Y/N turned her book around, looking for the question. “Number 19, part one,” She told her. Y/N nodded, eyes instantly dropping to the question, scanning it over with furrowed brows. “And I know you were thinking about Dingus because you had that sad, ‘I’m-in-love-but-it’s-so-tragic-and-doomed’ look you always have when you think about him.” Robin informed her dramatically.

“I do not have a look-” She gasped.

“You have a look,” Robin nodded, making Y/N slump against the foot of her bed, huffing as she tossed the textbook over the bowl of popcorn, almost hitting it, but the spine of the book just barely missed it as Robin caught it. “Hey, don’t take your frustrations caused by teenage love and attraction out on the popcorn. Use your pillow for that like everyone else.” Robin snipped.

“Nobody actually screams into a pillow-”

“Who said anything about screaming?” Robin cut her off with furrowed brows making Y/N scoff when she caught onto what her friend was alluding to.

“You’re disgusting.” She stated, picking up her pencil and tossing it at Robin who dodged it easily, wiggling her perfectly groomed eyebrows suggestively.

“It’s a decade-old trick, might make you less crabby too.” She quipped, tossing the pencil back to Y/N with a smirk on her lips. Grabbing the pencil, Y/N huffed, setting back to work on her own homework.

“By the way, I can’t answer your question, I suck at physics,” She told her, earning a grunt from Robin. “Don’t know why that’s such a surprise, I all but failed physics last semester if you don’t recall.” She reminded her, taking a piece of popcorn and tossing it into her mouth. Robin rolled her eyes, muttering to herself as she stood from her criss-cross position on the floor, her books in her hands, her pencil in her mouth.

“Fine, I guess I just have to go get the children to help,” She said, her voice muffled by the pencil between her lips, but she spit it out, causing it to ping off her notebook, rolling down to where it met her stomach. “Come with me.”

“What? Why? You can’t talk to a group of fourteen-year-olds by yourself? Just give them pizza money and they won’t attack you.” She commented, looking back down at her work, answering one of the questions, but Robin stopped her by stomping her foot, making her raise her eyebrow as she turned to look at her.

“They intimidate me when I ask them questions about physics and stuff, they are too smart and it makes me feel inferior,” She justified her fear. Y/N shook her head making Robin groan, her head falling back from her friend’s reluctance to join her to talk to the boys. Marching over, she kicked over the bowl of popcorn, making Y/N gasp and look up at her with wide eyes, only to see her smirking down at her. “There, now you have to go and get the vacuum so that means you can come talk to your brother with me.”

“I’ll kick you over,” She muttered, pushing herself up off the floor, following the happy Robin out of her room, closing the door behind her out of habit, their socked feet shuffling along the carpet, “You're popping a new bowl.” She told Robin as they jogged down the stairs to the main floor.

“I think you can manage that,” Robin told her over her shoulder as she rushed into the TV room where the group was gathered, eating pizza and watching some sort of Sci-Fi show on TV, taking full advantage of Y/N’s father and mother being away for her father’s Christmas party (Holly having been shipped off to their grandparents for the night). “Hey, I have a math problem that I need help with.” Robin told the group, sliding in front of the TV making them groan.

“Move!” Dustin whined, trying to see around Robin as she stood directly in front of him, blocking his view entirely. Steve looked up from his sports magazine at the intrusion, nearly falling out of Y/N’s father’s lazy-boy when he spotted her standing there, waiting for Robin to be finished.

“H-Hey, Y/N,” Steve stammered, trying to correct himself as he stubbled out of the chair, throwing the magazine carelessly on the cushion behind him. Y/N looked over at him as he walked towards her, his hand combing through his voluminous hair. “Done with your homework already?” He asked, jamming his hands in his jeans front pockets.

“No, Robin just didn’t want to come down alone so she kicked the bowl of popcorn over, I came to get the vacuum and pop more.” She told him, making her way over to the supply closet, pulling the vacuum out, collecting the long cord.

“I can pop you some more, saves me from having to listen to them trying to teach Robin physics again.” He told her, making her heart flop like a fish out of water. That’s the thing. She had no way of knowing if he was offering to help her out of the kindness of his heart or because she also made his heart flop around like fish out of water. She wanted to groan out and run through the TV room window out of frustration, but instead, she cleared her throat, trying to stop the flailing of her heart.

“You don’t have to do that, Steve.” She reassured him, walking into the kitchen with the vacuum in her hand, leaving Steve to trail after her. With his big brown eyes and overall attitude, he was pretty much the picture of a puppy right now and that wasn’t doing much to soothe the urge Y/N felt to coo at his adorableness.

“Please, your parents left me in charge and I don’t really feel like welcoming them home with the house burnt down-”

“That was when I was eight and it was an accident,” She cut him off, grabbing the last stove-top popcorn pan. “Besides, I’ve made popcorn plenty of times since then, I think I can handle it.” She added on, taking the cardboard off the top, showing the shiny tin. Steve snatched the popcorn from her hand, swiftly turning on the burner and placing the pan on top.

“Just accept the help, I know it’s hard for you, but just do it for once,” Steve told her, his hands on his hips as he sent her a stern look that dared her to challenge him. Licking her lips, she rolled her eyes and sighed, giving in. “Good,” He praised with a nod, pleased that she listened. “Now go up and vacuum, I’ll bring it up to you when it’s done.” He told her. With another sigh, she obeyed, mostly because she couldn’t stand the mixed messages nor the overwhelming feeling of her heart-melting like butter over hot popcorn.

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“You just don’t get it, Robin,” Y/N shook her head as she pushed her soggy cafeteria pasta around her plate with her plastic fork. Robin rolled her eyes at her best friend as she stared solemnly down at her food. “Even if he does like me back, how can it work? He dated my sister. My twin sister.” She looked up to emphasize the last part.

Shrugging, Robin took a drink of her juice. “It’s not like he’s trying to replace her with you, you guys are nothing alike.” She pointed out, proving Y/N’s point that she doesn’t understand it.

“That’s not the point!” Y/N exclaimed, a bit too loud, as she dropped her fork in her pasta. A blush invaded her cheeks when she realized people were sending worried and confused glances towards the pair. Breathing out an awkward chuckle, she slid back in her seat, hunching over slightly in an effort of getting away from her schoolmate’s glances.

“Well, please clarify for me,” Robin mused, pressing her lips together. “What exactly is the point, Y/N?” She asked, assuming that she was just overeating. Y/N nodded, pleased that Robin was willing to actually try and understand where she was coming from. Shifting to sit in her seat normally once again, Y/N pulled a disgusted face when she noticed her fork was now submerged in the gross pasta.

“The point is that a relationship between Steve and I would never work because he dated my sister. Do you know how awkward it will be telling her about us,” She paused, carefully picking up her sauce-covered fork and a napkin. “Oh, yeah, and Nancy, I’m dating your ex-boyfriend who also happens to be the first person you ever slept with,” She looked up as she wiped her fork with her napkin, seeing Robin pulling a face twisted with disgust.

“I didn’t know that he was the first person she slept with. That makes that one point valid, just that one,” Robin agreed, taking a bite out of her sandwich. Y/N huffed, not understanding how Robin wasn’t seeing the problem. Frustration tensed her shoulders as she aggressively stabbed a piece of pasta with her fork. “But it doesn’t matter if Steve and Nancy dated, what matters is that you guys love each other.” Robin told her, growing frustrated as well.

“Okay, let’s forget about the Steve-being-Nancy’s-ex dilemma for a second and evaluate what you just said,” Y/N sighed, gently resting her fork on her clean napkin. “How can I know if Steve actually like-likes me or if he just likes me as a friend,” She posed the rhetorical question, letting her hands dart through the air around her as she spoke. “I mean, yes, there are times where it seems like he might like me back but then he turns around and treats you or someone else the same way and I am left there questioning if it was just my imagination. I honestly cannot tell if I am just making the possibility of him actually having feelings for me up in my head or not!”

Robin clicked her tongue. “Seems like you’re just overthinking things.”

“Oh, you think I am overthinking all of this, huh,” Y/N’s eyebrows jumped challengingly at Robin who was taking another drink out of her juice carton. “Decode this one romance guru,” She tapped the table with her pointer finger twice, making Robin glance down at it out of reflex. “Remember when we went to visit Steve at Family Video during your day off,” She paused, letting Robin answer her with a nod. “Remember how he gave me extra free candy to go with the movie we picked out-”

“Yeah, but how did he turn around and do the same thing for someone else?” Robin interrupted her, but she simply held a finger up to her.

“I dreamed of that interaction for weeks after that. That night I went home and danced around my room like I was in a damn movie. I was over the moon thinking that he liked me. Then, the next time I went into Family Video to return the movie, he gave another girl extra free candy as well!” She ranted, her eyes wide as she made her point.

“That girl was Max-”

“I’m not saying that he gave her free product to girls he likes or is attracted to, I am saying that him giving people free extra candy is something he must do for all his friends.” She stressed, earning a nod of understanding from Robin.

“I can see your point there,” She paused when the school bell rang out, signalling the end of lunch. “I have to get to physics, but we aren’t done talking about how ridiculous you’re being about Steve and Nancy having dated years ago.” Robin told her sternly, pushing her chair back. Y/N rolled her eyes, staying in her seat as she had a free period after lunch.

“I’m not being ridiculous, you’re just not getting it.” She shot back.

“Whatever, oh, and you don’t have to drive me home today, Steve is picking me up and taking me to our shift.” She alerted her before walking off to join the flow of other students trying to dump their trays and get to class. Y/N watched her friend leave the cafeteria before looking back down at her even soggier pasta. Heaving a sigh, she dropped her fork to her plate and stood as well, getting ready to head to the library to work on her assignments.

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“Yeah, Dean said that we just have to worry about predicting the chemical and physical properties of organic compounds based on their respective structures and how organic chemical reactions affect human health and the environment for the assignment.” Y/N told Robin over the phone after phoning one of their other friends for help.

“I’m so happy, I finished the whole thing at work tonight and of course Steve had to be an idiot and read over the assignment sheet and make me doubt,” Robin spoke in her ear over the phone. Y/N laughed, being able to visualize Robin rolling her eyes. “I had a whole freak out, I wanted to call you on the store’s phone and ask you to clarify, but then we got busy and I couldn’t.”

“When you first called me, I started to freak out, I did it all in my free period and I really didn’t want to re-do the whole thing tonight,” She agreed, flopping onto her back, careful not to pull the whole phone off her nightstand table. She blinked up at the ceiling, twirling the coiled cord around with her finger, tangling it. “I’m just glad that at least one of us pays attention in class. Dean said that Janet, Jackson, Michael, and Christine have already called him freaking out over the assignment tonight too.”

“I believe it. I mean, Janet, Jackson, and Christine are too freakishly like Three’s Company not to have so sort of problem to solve every night.” Robin joked over the phone.

“It is a little freaky, isn’t it,” Y/N agreed, giggling along with Robin. “The resemblance is practically uncanny! Personality and appearance!”

“The only difference is that they live in Indiana instead of California. Everything else is pretty much a dead match,” Robin hummed. “Hey, sorry, my mom is yelling at me to get off the phone, apparently she needs to use it. You’re so lucky to have your own line.”

“I don’t have my own line, I share it with Nancy and Mike. It’s just Nancy is never here or she’s always asleep when I use the phone and Mike uses the radio instead of a phone,” She clarified. “But I’ll see you tomorrow at Dustin’s, I assume Steve is driving you-”

“Actually, I need you to pick me up. I meant to tell you that. Anyway, see you tomorrow.” Robin hung the phone up abruptly, shocking Y/N. Blinking, she shrugged, pulling the phone away from her ear and working to untangle the cord, trying to keep it as neat as she could. Sitting up, she placed the receiver back down on the base, sighing. Turning her head to glance out the sliver of her window, her curtains didn’t block off, she noticed the silver moon high in the star-filled sky.

“It’s such a beautiful night out,” She whispered to herself, standing from her bed, swiftly moving to her bay window and pulling the curtains open farther. She had closed them when dusk fell, assuming that it would be a normal cloudy December night, but now that the moon was high in the night sky, she found she was quite wrong in her assumption. Taking a moment to admire the night sky, she let her hands slowly slide down her curtains until they fell to her side, the silver glow of the moon captivating her like a painting. “I am so glad I stayed up this late tonight.” She breathed out in awe as a shooting star darted across the glowing sky.

Squeezing her eyes closed, she made a wish, a feeling of childlike wonder and excitement washing over her as she did. Slowly, she let her eyes flutter back open, instantly being met by the moon once again. Backing away from the bay window, her bare feet scuffed against the carpet on her room, the satin of her new frilly, baby pink nightgown ticking the middle of her thighs as the hem swished and danced with her movement. There was no way she was going to sleep anytime soon, not feeling tired at all after talking to Robin and Dean. She gracefully moved over to her record player, placing the needle back down from where it hovered, starting back off where she had stopped it to answer her phone a good hour ago.

Humming along with the opening notes of Bell Jar as she turned the volume down, aware that her twin sister and brother (whose rooms were the closest to hers) were asleep. She didn’t have to worry about her parents and baby sister as Holly’s room was beside Mike’s, closer to the other side of the house and her parents were out on a date night (as suggested by the marriage counsellor). She moved away from the record player, her hips swaying with the catchy beat of the song. Swiping the new JC Penny catalogue off her dresser along with a pen, she settled into her window seat, letting the natural light of the moon illuminate the pages.

Bringing her knees up, she rested the open catalogue on her thighs, not caring as the short skirt of her nightdress flopped unladylike, nobody else was in the room but her, plus her parents obviously were out having a good night without a thought of coming home anytime soon. She flicked to the section that interested her, circling anything that she thought she would like by its number listed on the side, tapping her foot against the cushion of her bench seat.

She had no idea how long she sat there circling things, but she knew that she had made it past the clothing and shoes in the catalogue. Sucking her bottom lip between her teeth in concentration, she flicked through the nightclothes, circling as she went. Just as she was about to circle a matching short and cami set, a clatter sounded below her window. Freezing, she tried to talk herself into glancing out her window, but she was too scared to see if it was some sort of crazed burglar or interdimensional creature ready to terrorize Hawkins once again. She held her breath, listening for the sound again. When she decided that whatever had made that noise was gone, she resumed her circling, her toe-tapping once again. Flipping through her catalogue to find the furniture she would take an interest in she found her foot stopped tapping as the song filtered out but picked back up once Something to Believe In started.

Circling the full-length mirror on page 408, she let out a surprised shriek when something was thrown at her window. Her catalogue and pen flew out of her hands as she fell off her window seat with a thud and a groan. Another pang sounded against her window as she slowly got to her feet, both too nervous and soar to move any faster. Rubbing her hip, she peered out her window, squinting as the light shining from her room made it hard for her to see her lawn. “Steve,” She whispered in question, making out a familiar figure standing below, waving their arms when they noticed her looking out the window. Clicking her tongue in a disapproving manner, she worked to unlock her center window and pull it open, letting the crisp winter air fill her warm, cozy room. “Steve,” She hissed, sticking her head out her window. “What the hell are you doing?” She asked, shivering as she only wore a satin nightdress with short sleeves.

“Can I come in, I’m a bit cold and I need to talk to you.” He called up, being mindful of her sleeping family. He watched her as she pressed her lips together and shook her head, unimpressed with his unexpected arrival.

“You couldn’t have called me on the phone or waited till tomorrow? My siblings are all asleep and I don’t want to try and put Holly back down.” She sighed, questioning why Steve couldn’t have just thought through his actions and found a simpler way of talking to her other than showing up on her lawn, almost waking her family up. This wasn’t a romantic comedy directed by John Huges, he didn’t even have feelings for her so why was he showing up at her window trying to sneak in like he was her boyfriend?

“No, it can't be said over the phone or wait till tomorrow. I need to tell you now and in person before I chicken out.” He answered her, shifting his weight nervously.

Rolling her eyes, she sighed again at his persistence and pickiness with telling her whatever he needed to. She was almost positive it wasn’t something overly important, he tended to be dramatic. “Fine, crawl up the lattice,” She nodded to the lattice reaching from where the house disappeared under the ground to where the overhang of the roof started. “Mind the plants-” She tried to warn him, but it was too late, he hissed as his hand fell right on a sharp edge of the sharp remains of the coral honeysuckle that blooms every late spring.

“Sorry!” He called up to her sheepishly, earning an eye roll in return before she pulled her head back in and unlocked the window closest to the lattice, closing the middle one. She stepped away from the window, watching as the sheer, floral curtains blew gently in the freezing breeze. Suddenly, as she heard Steve climbing closer to her window, hissing occasionally as he hit another sharp stem, she became very aware of the curler she used to perfect her signature bouncy curtain bang style.

“Oh my god,” She whispered, panicked. She rushed to her vanity, hoping to be able to pull the curler out of her hair before Steve got up into her room, but the thud of him ungracefully falling into her room sounded before she could even think about touching the curler in her bangs. She turned around, her hands resting on the edge of the white painted wood. In her haste to look as if she hadn’t planned to take the curler out and play it cool, she nearly knocked over her barrel curler and the jar of foundation that cluttered her vanity top. “I should have just let you in the front door.” She muttered, making him think it was because of his inability to sneak in, but it was really because she would have been able to save herself the embarrassment of being seen with her curler.

“Really thought I wouldn’t fall this time,” He breathed out, trying to catch his breath. He hopped up from the ground, closing her window, cutting off the flow of the cold air. He sighed, straightening his jacket, looking around her room. He had been in her room many times before, but those were only to tell her he was here or to pop his head in. He had never actually been in her room for more than a minute, let alone to stand in it. He gazed around, comparing it to Nancy’s room. Y/N had posters thrown up haphazardly on her walls. Posters of actors, bands, celebrities in general. Nancy had a few posters, but not as many as Y/N had. His eyes darted to the dresser that stood across the room from him by the closed door. Perfume bottles, nail polish, a stack of new magazines and catalogues littered one side of the dresser top, the other half being taken up by her record player. “Why do you have a dresser and a closet?” He pointed to the closed folding doors next to the vanity Y/N stood at.

“I use the dresser for my records,” She told him. He nodded in understanding, his eyes dropping to the bed that stood only a foot or two away from him. Her room was a decent size, she had enough room to move around even with all the furniture in it. It was a basic pinked-hued room, much like Nancy’s, but this had a different feel to it than her’s, Steve just couldn’t put his finger on it. “Uh, so you said whatever you had to say couldn’t wait long so-” Y/N trailed off, waiting for Steve to get to the point.

“Oh, uh, yeah, about that,” He cleared his throat, looking back at her just as Eternal Flame started to play throughout the room. “Robin talked to me at work tonight, she made me see something that has been right in front of me for so long.”

“Okay, what did she tell you?” Y/N asked, but Steve didn’t hear her, too wrapped up in his own mind.

“Like it was so obvious, I have no idea how I didn’t notice it,” He paused, looking straight at her again. “She told me that you like me,” At those words, Y/N’s blood ran as freezing cold as the wind howling outside. Her heart stopped, heat crawling up her cheeks. He was probably here to reject her, to tell her that he could never date his ex’s fraternal twin sister. “She also told me that the way I’ve been acting around you was making you question if I like you back or not,” Y/N squeezed her eyes closed, bracing herself for him to tell her that he didn’t like her back and it was all in her head. Every touch, every warm glance. It was all created by her imagination. “After she told me that, I just wanted to kick myself because of how stupid I was to not see what I was doing-”

“Look, Steve,” She interrupted him, just wanting this to be over with so she could crawl under her covers and cry. She opened her eyes again to look at him. “I get it. It’s either that I’m just a friend or you can’t bring yourself to date your ex’s sister. Everything that I thought was you expressing a crush towards me was just my imagination, a school-girl dream. I don’t care which it is, just please turn me down and get this all over with so we can both move on with our lives.” She pleaded, trying to hold in the tears as she realized that if he was turning her down, this would probably be the last time they spoke to each other.

“Turn you down,” Steve blinked, his voice rising as he questioned whether she actually wanted to date him. “I’m not turning you down. I’m trying to tell you that I love you.”

“You love me?” Her mouth fell open in shock. Robin was right.

“Have since you took down that demo-dog that pounced at me in the junkyard,” He explained. “Well, at least that’s when I figured out that I liked you, which was pretty shit timing since I had just gotten dumped by your sister. I only figured out that I love you this summer when we were almost killed by Russians-” He ranted, cutting himself off. Heaving a sigh, he let his hands slap his thighs, shrugging awkwardly as he waited for her to say something. “So, yeah. I wasn’t turning you down.”

Y/N blinked, letting her grip on the edge of her vanity go. “But what about the fact that you dated and slept with my sister? You were her first, wouldn’t us dating be weird?” She questioned, crossing her arms over her chest subconsciously, pulling her shoulders up in an effort to enclose herself protectively, not wanting to end up hurt if Steve agrees that it would be weird.

“Nancy is just another ex, it wouldn’t be weird to me. Would it be weird for you?” He asked, suddenly worried that she would be too uncomfortable being with someone.

“No, I guess not,” She admitted. Sure, she was constantly being compared to Nancy by her parents. She constantly was pestered about how she should focus less on boys and more on school like Nancy did or how she should dress more conservatively like Nancy. Y/N was smart, she applied herself to school, but she also loved music, hanging out with her friends, and all the other things that came with being a teenager. Nancy didn’t. Nancy much preferred to toe the line, going to the occasional party, but she spent most of her time with Jonathan or doing homework. “I just,” She paused, looking off to the side to avoid Steve’s powerful gaze. “I’m scared that once you date me, you’ll constantly compare me to Nancy and it’ll ruin your feelings for me.”

“Hey, hey,” Steve breathed, crossing the room to stand in front of her, his fingers just barely touching her chin to make her look back at him. “Nancy and I broke up for a reason. I didn’t realize that I didn’t love her until she broke up with me. We didn’t work well together and that connection wasn’t there. If anything, I was unknowingly comparing her to you.”

She gazed up at him with wide eyes, his fingers still on the underside of her chin, keeping her head in place and fuzzing up her mind from thinking straight. She gulped, trying to ignore the butterflies and dirty thoughts swirling in her head as they stayed in this position. “But how could you have been comparing her to me when we had only just met after you guys started dating?” She asked.

“I don’t know, I just know that part of the reason she felt like our relationship was bullshit was because it was. We were both telling each other that we loved one another, but we really loved other people.” He confided in her, taking a step closer making her swallow thickly again.

“You’re sure it won’t be weird for you?” She asked again, worried. Steve nodded, his eyes flicking around her face, lingering slightly on her lips making her subconsciously swipe her tongue over them, worried they might be chapped.

“Positive.” He whispered, his fresh, warm breath waving over her lips teasingly.

“How are you so sure?” She whispered back, her eyes focusing on his, amazed by the warm pools of brown and gold his eyes were.

“Let me show you. Close your eyes,” He told her softly. She instantly let her eyes flutter closed, trusting Steve without a second thought. Slowly, his fingers left her chin to trace down her neck and the slope of her shoulder making her shiver. “Give me your hand,” She obeyed, lifting her hand as his fingers traced down the length of her arm. She jumped a little when both his hands grabbed her right one. She could feel him slowly pulling it across the short distance between them and lay it on his chest under his unzipped jacket, her hand feeling not only the cotton shirt he wore but also the warmth of his chest. Her cheeks instantly flared, feeling like they were on fire. She knew he could see her blush, but he didn’t laugh or anything. Instead, he made her hand press harder against his pectoral, making her blush deepen. She gasped lightly as she felt the quick beating of his heart that skipped every so often. She barely noticed his hands leaving her hand, resting on her wrist now to keep her hand pressed against his chest. “Do you feel my heart beating? Do you feel how it feels like it’s doing flips?” He asked, his voice light as he bore his entire heart to her.

“Yes.” She nodded, her voice just as light. It was like his heart was performing a gymnastics routine for her.

“Do you understand that it’s doing that for you? You are the one making it do that.” He told her. She let her eyes flutter open, their eyes connecting instantly, her lips parting slightly as she stared up at him in awe. Taking a step closer, they stood toe to toe, her hand still pressing into his chest.

“Steve,” She breathed. “I love you too. The fact that you felt like you had to show me your heartbeat to prove your love for me-” She paused, blinking up at him. “You put your heart in my hand.”

“So, want to give us a shot?” He asked, smiling down at her, making the butterflies flutter faster around in her stomach.

“Of course I would.” She answered a smile of her own stretching across her lips just in time for Steve to see it before he crashed his lips to hers, his hands leaving her wrist to rest on her hips. Her other hand flew up to his chest, her fingers grasping the soft fabric of his shirt as she melted into his body. The kiss was like a breath of fresh air after being in a stuffy car for so long. She almost whined in need when Steve pulled away from her lips, smiling that goofy smile she loved so much.

“I think I should be with you.” He joked, winking at her as he referenced the song that was now playing on the record. Y/N laughed, her head falling against his shirt, careful not to mess her curler up. Steve laughed as well, their laughter mixing like beautiful music, as he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her to his body.

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sukiglycerin · 3 years

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it takes two || katsuki bakugou.

* pairing: pro-hero!katsuki bakugou x reader (gender neutral!)

* genre: fluff, teeny bit of angst

* words: 1,647

* warnings: brief fighting scene (implied), swearing (duh), a lil bit of insecure katsuki but ofc comfort after, reader is mentioned to be in the hero business field, KATSUKI WEARS SHOES IN THE HOUSE !!! can you believe the audacity-

* original request: Hello dear :)) Can I request a Bakugou x reader fic where he gets hit by a clone quirk and the clone is like the complete opposite of him, personality-wise, and Bakugou frequently loses his temper because the clone keeps hitting on his s/o I am sorry for bothering you :(

* a/n: you? bother me? never. actually, i’m sorry this took so long to complete! i’m hoping i can restart a consistent posting schedule soon. happy early birthday bakugou! this is my gift :) i hope you all enjoy~ i love @toishi for proofreading this T^T

it’s a lazy day for you. all you’ve been doing is sleeping, waking up occasionally to eat, and indulging in six different rhythm games despite your lack of rhythm, it’s a good day, snuggled up under the mountains of fuzzy blankets and squished in between soft pillows on your bed, your favorite song quietly playing from your phone on your nightstand. natural light fills your otherwise unlit room, curtains pushed aside to let the sun shine in her full glory. time is idle in this sanctuary of yours for only today; whether a minute or an hour has passed is something out of your concern.

there’s nothing different when bakugou comes home, the jingle of keys and click of the door telling you that it’s him. he’s oddly quiet, though, and for a second you’re almost wondering why he hasn’t yelled “i’m home, dumbass!” before said blond peeks his head into the room.

“hey, love,” he flashes a rare smile. it’s kind, like the soft light of the sun you've become so acquainted with. “i’m home.”

“hey?” you sit up, propping the pillows behind you so you can comfortably lean against the headboard of your bed. “you feeling alright?”

you expect a gruff reply of “the fuck are you talking about?” and a scowl, but get the opposite. a pleasant expression graces katsuki's face, which makes him look more handsome than usual. his hair almost seems tame this way. he’s also uncharacteristically clean; his costume is usually dirt-treaded and at least a little battered whenever he returns from hero patrol. now, though? his outfit is pristine, as if pulled out from a laundromat and ironed professionally. there’s a ghost of a frown on your lips.

"i'm lovely, now that i can see you." the line is spoken like a sappy confession from the male lead of a k-drama; you'd laugh if it wasn't for your utter confusion about katsuki's sudden change in demeanor. his facial expression is twisted in such a gallant way that it arouses suspicion in you.

you’re opening your mouth to reply when there’s a startling crashing at the front door. katsuki’s face falls into downhearted dread, as if expecting the intrusion. his reaction surprises you more than the intrusion itself. the door slams shut in the distance, rattling the house. the sound of boots clomping against the hardwood floor frightens you as you thrust your warm sheets aside (alas, they could wait) and reach for your bat under the bed. katsuki only stares at you, transfixed, and you feel the slightest urge to clobber him with the weapon. why isn’t he ready to fight? you’re up and approaching the doorway of your bedroom when you stop in your tracks.

“hey, fucker!” a loud, abrasive voice yells from down the hallway. “i found ya!”

you recognize that timbre in an instant, then turn to look at katsuki, still standing at your bedside, with a questioning gaze. he’s wearing an expression you never thought you’d see your husband have - his eyes are wide, mouth agape like a deer in headlights.

despite this vote of inconfidence from him, you pad forward slowly, bat gripped tightly and slung over your shoulder. you plunge forward, passing the doorway and glancing left. a shadowy figure stands five feet from you, its stature menacing. you swing blindly, but you bat is only met with more air. the figure is a little bit further now - damnit, it had good reflexes.

“you could still use some work on that swing,” it lowly chuckles and confuses you. you squint, trying to make out who in the world this guy thinks he is to comment on your swing. you gasp, faltering your grip on the bat.

“k-katsuki? what?”

“got hit with a stupid clone quirk on patrol,” this katsuki grumbles bitterly, stepping towards you. he’s dressed in his full hero costume, green grenadier bracers a tight fit in the narrow hallway. “i apprehended the guy but my clone won’t stop following me around. it’s stupidly fast, too, whenever i try to catch it.”

“....and,” you start, “how do i know that you’re not the clone?” you pretend to inspect him close, eyes slowly trailing from the tips of his spiky, golden hair to his black combat boots. (oh, man, you were going to yell at him about wearing shoes in the house later.)

“don’t start this inception bullshit with me now,” he groans.

“what’s katsuki bakugou’s favorite food?” you question, though you have no doubt that this katsuki is the real one.

“anything spicy,” he bemoans. “now, let me-”

“that was an easy one.” you shake your head. “what was the first idea katsuki bakugou had for a hero name idea instead of lord explosion murder?”

if you were in better light, you’re sure you would’ve seen his cheeks flush pink.

“mighty boom,” he mumbles.

“sorry, what was that?” you tease.

“mighty boom!” he half-shouts, flustered.

“oh, okay, so you’re the real katsuki,” you say. “how do we defeat the clone?’

“according to the quirk user, it should disappear after two or three hours. but it can’t really do much harm, as long as it’s not in the sight of the user himself,” he says. “now let me at ‘im. he’s making a fool of myself.”

he attempts to shove himself forward, but you stop him before he can see through the door frame. you glance at the clone, who’s looking at you with round, ruby eyes. he looks like a puppy with that innocent expression, and for a split second, you think that you actually might miss the calm, charming air of this katsuki. turning back to the real katsuki, who pretends not to notice the shift in your eyes, you exhale.

“have at it, but take it outside first, please. i can’t have you tracking in more dirt.” you look to the dirt-ridden footprints behind him on the wooden flooring, sighing.

but in a flash he’s past you - wow, you really weren’t blocking him at all before, were you? - outfit a blur of black, green, and orange as he seizes the clone, slings it over his shoulder like it's made of air, and vanishes past you and out the door. he seldom leaves a trace of dirt, this time, smooth maneuvering himself outside while the clone bids you one last pleading farewell.

you hear blasting, yelling, and yelps, the lattermost presumably the clone’s, barely muffled from your position inside. your first thought wonders what the neighbors will think. you glance one last time at the tracks of katsuki’s boots then turn back to your room. he’d have to mop up that mess later.

ten minutes and an eternity later, katsuki returns inside. by the pause at the front door, you figure one of two things: katsuki’s either taking the time to take off his shoes and put them away properly or staring at the filth he left on the floor. you’re hoping it’s the former. his footsteps are light as he goes to fetch a mop and clean the mess.

finished, he shuffles into your shared room and briefly looks at your comfortable position on the bed.

“what?” you whine. “hero business is hard. i needed a day off.”

this earns a laugh from the man, who’s in the process of removing his gauntlets and stowing them away. he shrugs off the rest of his costume, opting for much more comfortable attire and dropping his mask on a dresser.

“how was your day?” you ask when he snuggles next to you on the bed. he’s sweaty and smells deeply of caramel, but you’ll nag him to shower later. the wear shows in his eyes and movement, sluggish after a long day of work.

“good,” he mumbles, nuzzling into your warmth. “except for that clone bastard.”

you hum, joking, “he was charming, though.”

when he looks up at you with a vulnerable look in his eyes, you regret it.

“did you… really like him that much?” his voice is hoarse, scarcely a whisper. he averts his eyes, fiddling with the hem of your shirt sleeve.

“of course not,” you reply tenderly, bringing your hand to caress his cheek. he still can’t look you in the eyes.

“you know you’ll always be number one in my heart, right? even if you’re not the number one hero, you’re the constant in my heart.” you touch your chest, right over your heart.

“y-you sure?” his words crackle like dying embers, inconsistent and unstable, flakes of lit ash that weakly dissipate into the atmosphere. a waning fire is still warm, though; with a bit of oxygen it can be rejuvenated, relit, and burn bright once again.

“am i one to be wrong?” you ask him, and he faintly shakes his head. “i fell in love with you not for your looks, katsuki… i don’t want a disney prince. i want you, not some fairytale guy.”

“i yell, and i’m brash-”

you cut him off, chuckling, “and that’s what i love about you. you don’t-” you make a vague gesture with your hands, then drop them, unsure how to articulate your thoughts. “you don’t care what people think. you’re unapologetically… you.”

“you sure?” katsuki tries again. “that- that guy, that thing- you sure you don’t prefer a guy that’ll buy you roses with a note on the tag that says ‘you are the most beautiful flower in my garden’ in fancy cursive script on it?”

“do people really do that?” you frown. “i mean, i hope no guy does that for me-” katsuki exhales a breath of relief. you look at him questioningly but don’t press the issue.

“i love you, katsuki,” you finish, “and no shitty clone will ever change that. ever.”

while he showers, katsuki’s thankful that he burned the roses from some secret admirer he found in your shoe locker during your high school days.

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Someday

Miya Osamu x Female Reader

Fluff fluff fluff to a little angst

Mention of Mommy Miya and Atsumu lol

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You wiped the sleep from your eyes as you were woken up by one of your family members who sat beside you on the bus. People queued in line to exit the vehicle that’s stopped in front of the airport and you can hear the soft chattering of the passengers as they lined up the aisle.

It feels sad really. To be leaving a country that you’ve explored for days on end, enjoying the culture, the view, the food, and all the little details in between. You wrapped the jacket more to your figure as the cold and the sadness crept into you. You welcomed the feelings though, because it meant that you had such a wonderful time that you didn’t want to let go.

Blinding lights made your eyes squint as all of you entered the gigantic airport. ‘Here we are’, you said to yourself. The busy goers walked and jogged past you here and there, some were loading heavy bags trolleys, some were panicking while looking at the schedule, and some were just chilling at the aligned chairs, sipping a cup of coffee.

“So, we’ll go check- in on our flight and we’ll go to the duty- free shop for souvenirs. All right?” You just nodded at their plan because they’ve been repeating that ever since you went out the hotel room where you stayed.

As you had hoped, the duty free shop was so full of things that you wanted. Just packed with all the goodies like the country's famous snacks, the foreign cosmetics that you adored, and even the cool relief patches that you tried and were so amazed at. Good thing you were given enough money to purge on what you wanted so you filled an entire basket! After all, you never know when you can come back to this country again.

“Excuse me.” Someone from behind you cleared his throat.

You were busy looking at the label of one of the beauty products from the shelf that you didn’t notice that you were blocking the narrow column.

“Oh sorry.” You apologized and scooted a little so that the person could pass. You turned to see the man and your whole body froze for a millisecond at the sight. The air felt electric all of the sudden as your gazes fixed on each other. He was the first one to look away and go on his way normally, as if not feeling the surge of adrenaline that you just felt.

“Damn, he’s beautiful.” You whispered. You swore you have never seen someone that beautiful in your entire life... EVER! And it wasn’t helping that his body was so built and tall and that his hair had this ombre gray color going on. No one’s supposed to look good with that hair color but why did he pull it off?! How?!

“Samu! I found your favorite cookies from yesterday!” An loud, excited voice made you jump from behind and you turned around in reflex. You saw the beautiful man earlier, standing at the end of the aisle and examining the pack in his hands while nodding. “I told you we could find it here! C’mon, let’s get more!” A tall blonde man next to him said while dragging him away.

You blinked, trying to process what you saw. Wow.

That’s it! Some people are just god’s favorites, aren’t they? You thought you were having issues with your vision but it was clear that there is not only one beautiful man. But TWO! He has a twin and good god, they were both so fit!

‘Does this store have a sale on these guys because I would like to purchase, please!’ You just chuckled at your crazy, thirsty thoughts and proceeded to checking out the things you bought.

They never left your mind. There were still five hours to spare before your flight but not once did they, especially he, stop running in your head! You scolded yourself one too many times this past hour because of the scenarios flooding in. There were date nights, traveling to different countries, petty fight scenes, cute nicknames, and all the sappy shit that couples do and say. You’re just hurting yourself really, and you had to stop!

The gods just wanted you to have a good one minute of your life and that’s it. You’ll never see him again!

You sighed and excused yourself to get a beverage that’ll quench your thirst from so much daydreaming. The nearest vending machine that you saw was at the other waiting area so you had to walk a little bit further. Your eyes were already set on the juice drink once you neared the machine.

“Hey, y/n!” You looked up questioningly as you saw your family waving and approaching you. “Let’s stay here a bit. People are beginning to flock there and I don’t like it. Besides, we can see if they’re already boarding from here.”

“Alright.” You agreed. “You want anything from the vendo?”

“Anything that you’ll have please.”

You sealed the top cap of the bottle mindlessly while staring blankly at the the vending machine. Your fingers were a little numb from the cold drink but you didn’t mind. You allowed yourself to be overly emotional at the thought of ending the vacation and of not having the boy you swore would be perfect for you. How could a single meeting that lasted for seconds affect you so much?! A small, sad chuckle left your lips because you knew you were so damn whipped but that didn’t really matter now.

“You’re so damn whipped, man! What, you’ve known her for like five seconds and now you think you’re in love with her?” Atsumu hissed, looking at his brother like he had grown two heads.

“Shut yer trap, Tsumu.” Osamu snapped out of his daydream once his brother’s voice penetrated the peaceful area.

“Then stop staring!” Atsumu laughed and shook his head. He took a glimpse of the person behind him to check the girl out and he had to admit, you were pretty even in your simple clothes.

“Hey.” Osamu called, a hint of warning laced in his deep voice.

“What, I wasn’t looking!" Atsumu dramatically puts his hand up in the air. "Stop being possessive of your five- second girlfriend, sheesh!” He teased more as he was met by the scowling face of his twin.

“I’m not in love with her.” Osamu scowled and folded his hands together like a toddler.

Atsumu was trying so hard not to laugh at his state and denial. “Look, Samu. We practically came from the same cell, you don’t have to lie to me. If it makes you feel better, we’ll reduce it to a crush. Now, how does that sound?”

Osamu rolled his eyes but he knew Tsumu was right. When he saw your eyes from the store, he felt a prickling sensation in his whole body that it shocked him a little. He swore all the hairs on his skin stood up at the encounter and that was the first time he ever felt that way! And what are the odds that you came to sit on their waiting area, giving him such a good view?

“Honestly, bro. You’re being creepy.” Osamu massaged the bridge of his nose in despair as his twin clicked his tongue in judgment.

“And you’re being annoying.” He countered.

“Cool down! Why don’t you go get us a drink then?” Atsumu smirked and challenged.

“Get your own damn dr—“

“That would be great, honey! Can you please get me water too? I’m getting a little thirsty from waiting.” They both whipped their heads at their mother who was smiling so sweetly and both melted at the sight.

“Okay.” They said in unison and got to their feet in a flash.

“‘Kay, here’s the plan.” Atsumu announced while acting like he’s warming up for a game.

“What plan? We’re just getting drinks?!” Osamu regarded him questioningly.

“We are just getting drinks but the vendo’s in front of your girlfriend, dummy!”

“Shit!” Osamu's eyes widened as he cursed. He hated that Atsumu was making sense. They do need a plan!

“It’s so hard to be the smart brother. I gotta do all the work!” Atsumu sighed dramatically earning himself another eye roll. “So, the plan is…” He paused for a while, trying to get his brother’s attention.

“What?! What do we do?” Osamu's patience was on thin ice and his frustrating brother is not helping one bit!

“Wow, you’re really trusting me on this, huh?” Atsumu stared at him in wonder. “Damn, what did that girl do to you?”

“God fuckin’ dammit, Tsumu, you’re wasting time!” Osamu strangled and shook him lightly. The other just laughed his ass off while trying to break free.

“Boys.” The warning tone and stoic gaze from their mother were enough to make their way to you. To the vending machine, that is…

“I’ll stay here, lover boy.” Atsumu patted Osamu’s back as they neared the destination which was just meters away from their seat.

“Wait, what? No—"

“Don’t be scared, you dummy. You can do it!” Blonde hair swayed in front of Osamu’s face as Atsumu danced a little cheering dance for him. “I’ll have cola, by the way. Now, go!”

Osamu tripped a little as his back was pushed but he didn’t seem to care as he was nearing your crouching form. You were just so damned focused on that phone that you didn't acknowledge his presence.

"Okay, we're just going to go through this like a normal person, Samu. No big deal." He whispered to himself.

“Y/n.” One of the persons beside you called. “I want the juice again pleaaaase.”

He saw your head perk up and was stunned when you laughed at their plea. “Alright, alright! Same flavor?”

Osamu didn’t realize that he was nearing the vending machine the same time as you were as he was so distracted by your charm. So your name was y/n and you had such a cute voice. And definitely a cute smile. Somehow, that was enough to make his imagination run wild!

It all happened so fast and you became aware of his presence a little too late. All you knew was that there was suddenly a looming figure on your left and you jumped in surprise, not meaning to.

“S-sorry.” He stuttered, a little surprised at your reaction too.

“No, no, it’s okay.” You smiled and bowed your head politely at him, praying to all the gods that he doesn’t see you blushing nor hear the heartbeat from your chest. “You go first.”

He blinked and looked down at you questioningly but he declined gently. “No, no. I can wait. Ladies first.” He gestured and stepped aside.

“Alright.” You smiled again.

Your mind was going a hundred miles per hour! You never thought that going to vending machine would be the hardest endeavor of your life! With hands shaking slightly, you inserted the coins until they reached the exact amount of the drink that you wanted and you pressed on the button that suddenly lit up.

A sense of dread flooded your being because that was it. After you press the button, you’re going to go back to your normal life. You were going to turn around and leave and never see that face again.

But as you stood there, you wondered why there wasn’t that familiar sound of the bottle dropping for you to claim?

“That’s weird.” You whispered and crinkled your nose. Your finger pressed the button again... and again, hoping that it result to something but to no avail.

“Is it broken?” His voice echoed the question in your head.

“I don’t think so.” You pouted a little. “I was able to get the same drink a while ago.”

Both of you just stared at it for it moment.

“Kick it.” He suggested, while putting his hands in both of his pockets and cooly transferring his weight on the right side.

“What?” You asked, horrified.

You were flashed with his laughing grin and crinkling eyes. “No harm in trying. C’mon!” He encouraged.

“If I get in trouble, you’re going down with me.” You warned but then you took him up on his challenge and kicked the bottom of the huge metal.

And truthfully so, the bottle dropped.

He crouched down and fetched the cold drink in his hand while still grinning like a fox. “Okay, I didn’t think you’d actually do it but here you go.” His voice was so heavenly to hear especially when it was still alight with humor. His eyes looked at you so sweetly that you were effectively just stuck there, under his spell.

“Thanks.” You chuckled and took what he was holding out. At the touch of your skin, the both of you jumped at the sudden and strong electricity that coursed through your veins. It was the same thing you both felt at the store but this time, it was stronger!

“Woah.” He said in awe. “I—"

You rubbed the back of your hand as if it stung and gazed up at him to take a good look. He had kind, brown eyes below his bushy eyebrows and thick, plump lips below his pointed nose. His cheeks were dusted pink which was cute. But his jawline contrasted as it was ready to cut your heart open. His gray hair was tousled too which matched his cool look and outfit of dark blue jeans, white shirt, and a leather jacket.

“T-thanks for this, again.” You stuttered. “I gotta go now.”

“N-no, wait.” He stuttered as well while instinctively pulling your sleeve by the hem. Another surge of lightning shot through you but you managed to smile back at him.

“Yeah?”

“W-what if it doesn’t work on me?” He said, sheepishly. “I need your kicks.”

For the first time since you met him, you started to relax so you let out a hearty laugh. “Okay, I’ll be right here.”

Osamu smiled gratefully at you before turning back and loading his coins. His ears rang at your words, ‘I’ll be right here’. He hoped you would be for a long time but that’s just wishful thinking.

One… Two… Three… Four…

“Wow, how many would you take?” Your amused voice made him grin again.

“It’s for the whole family.” He shrugged and crouched for the fourth time to get the drink. “This would be the last.”

“Good thing it didn’t break!” You said and again you were met by the awkward silence and him just staring. “Uhmm…”

“I’m Osamu, by the way.” He blurted out suddenly. “Miya Osamu.”

He tried his best to hold all the four drinks in one arm and extended one out to you.

“Oh… uhm…” Fuck.

“Uhm?” He laughed, still waiting for your introduction… desperate for it, really.

“Y/n L/n.” Warmth spread from your hands to your body as you held his and squeezed lightly. “It’s nice to meet you, Osamu.”

“Nice to meet you too.” He continued to shake your hand, not breaking eye contact. “Really nice.”

You laugh at the awkwardness but it seems like both of you don’t mind. You just want to prolong this interaction of yours and without you knowing, he was doing the same.

“Thank you for waiting. Flight QR 1008 is now accepting passengers on board.”

Osamu’s world crashed as the announcement continued. That was his cue to leave. He didn’t want to let your hand go so he tightened his grip more.

“That’s our flight.” He whispered and smiled sadly at you.

You nodded as your heart shattered in pieces. “Have a safe flight, Osamu. It was a pleasure to meet you.”

“Same here.” He replied, slowly letting go of your hand. “You take care and try not to break vending machines next time.”

A laugh bubbled inside your chest as he stepped back in agonizing slowness. “I’ll try.”

“Bye, y/n.” He waved and walked back to his brother who you saw patted him on the back.

“Do you know the guy?” You were asked when you went back to the seats.

“No, I just met him.” How you wish you knew him more.

“Well, he’s such a hunk, isn’t he?” They teased but you just laughed and shrugged it off.

You’re going to suffer this heartache for a while.

On the other end, Osamu carried his backpack over his shoulder, looking like he’s carrying the weight of the world.

“Hey.” Atsumu wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “You alright?”

“It’s gonna take a while.” He grumbled.

Atsumu nodded in understanding and tightened his grip on his brother for support. “It’ll be fine, Samu.”

And before they could enter the boarding gate leading to the plane, a surge of courage ran through Osamu’s body. All he knew was that he just had to do it or regret it forever. It's worth the risk!

“Hey y/n!” He shouted, jogging his way to you when they neared the entrance doors.

You were stunned at the mere mention of your name from a baritone voice. The grip of two hands followed and they were heavy on your shoulders.

“Let’s meet again, yeah?” Osamu asked you, full of hope in his eyes. “Someday.”

You nodded your head and smiled. You love that idea. “Someday.”

With that, he waved his final good bye, bowed at your family, and left.

All was well but you never saw each other again.

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I actually enjoyed writing this so much hahaha I'm in love with the twin's tandem and their constant witty comebacks and bickering! I also miss going to airports and travelling and spotting eye candies outside... TAKE ME OUT OF THIS HOUSE PLEASE!

Anw, Hope you're all doing great. Stay safe!

Reblogs are appreciated! <3

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