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kutepik · 3 months ago

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Eyes on you

(nsfw 18+) Caleb has hidden cameras all over his house, and you've decided to put on a show for him.

2k words. posted also on ao3!

stalking, obsessive behavior, voyeurism, fem!reader.

PART 2 IS HERE!

Cameras. There were hidden cameras all over his house. There wasn't a bookcase or a mirror that didn’t have a little dot on it, almost imperceptible to the untrained eye. You only knew they were there by accident: when you took the elevator to Caleb's apartment, you bumped into an excited boy wearing a cap and uniform of a security company.

"Are you Mr. Caleb's girlfriend? What a pleasure, I only saw you in pictures!" The boy waved, taking you by surprise.

"No... I'm just a friend." You said a little confused, and the energetic boy explained himself.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I saw so many photos of Mr. Caleb with you the day I went to install those cameras that I thought you were dating. He also said he was installing the cameras to protect someone he liked." Cameras? What cameras? You thought, but before you could say anything, the elevator door opened and the boy jumped out. "Let me know if any of them stop working, I've installed so many I've almost lost count! Bye!" And so he disappeared down the hall.

Now you were in the living room, standing there in the middle, feeling the weight of your body and your movements, self-conscious about yourself and alert to the fact that you were being watched. Was he watching you? Now? Right now? That’s fucked up. Jail worthy. Caleb was obsessed with you and if your recent reunion hadn't already proved it, the dozen or hundreds of hidden cameras scattered around that room were proof that Caleb was sick.

But we know the saying: When you point one finger, there are three fingers pointing back to you. More sickening than knowing that you were being watched, from every angle and probably in every room, was the fact that you were aroused. The spot between your legs throbbed, excited by the situation, by the fact that Caleb had probably seen you naked, had seen you sleeping, had seen you showering... It was so fucking wrong that, despite being against everything he had done in Skyhaven right after the reunion, you still delighted in remembering the possessiveness and obsession that melted at the words of your friend, oh, dear friend.

In addition to the burning sensation between your legs, there was this tingle in your stomach at the thought of a man - not just any man, we're talking about Caleb - being so concerned, so devoted to you that he would kill and die for your happiness. In fact, a man who returned from the ashes and survived for you and you alone. He was no longer your sweet childhood friend... But that wasn't a bad thing. Now he became a man who had eyes (many, it seems, all over the house), only and exclusively for you. Caleb was crazy about you, and, oh shit, you loved it, which made you as crazy as he was.

So you had two options: the first was to confront Caleb about why the fuck he had installed so many cameras in the apartment if the only person who spent time there apart from him was you; the second was to pretend you didn't know anything and carry on with your life as if everything was normal.

You always chose the second option when it came to Caleb, ever since you were a teenager and in college. Whether it was sneaking around his room and finding your panties secretly hidden in the back of his closet, or listening to him masturbate while calling your name when he thought he was alone, you always pretended everything was normal. But ever since, and even more so now that you've found each other again, there was nothing normal about it, and no reason to carry on in the same way. After all, if he had changed, there was no reason for you to remain the same or pretend you didn't know anything.

Then there was a third and new option: pretending not to know anything, but taking advantage of the situation to play with Caleb. Basically, make him taste his own medicine. If he wanted to see you, well, he would.

Pretending to be normal, you sat down on the sofa and took off your coat, throwing it on the coffee table. You took out your cell phone and called his number.

"Is my favorite guest home yet?" Caleb answered in his usual animated voice.

"Yeah. I'm bored. Still working? Is it break time?" You remembered that around this time he was most active on social media, so it should be the best time to put into action what you had in mind.

"Ah…You've always been very clever. Yes, I'm on break. I'll be home in two hours and we can do whatever you want. Don't get bored, you can turn on the TV or play a game on the console I have." Caleb was always like that, attentive to you, always wanting to please you. He wasn't much of a gamer, but because you liked games, he had bought a console with the excuse that he was getting interested in games. But now you weren't going to play with the console. You were going to play with something else.

"Oh, no..." You put the phone on speaker and placed it on the arm of the sofa. You lifted your shirt and brought your fingers up to your bra, massaging your nipples. "I want to relax, not play." You said, holding your right breast while spreading your legs, slipping anxious fingers into your pants, brushing the fingertips against the wet panties.

The call went silent. Bingo. He was indeed watching you, like the pervert he was.

"Caleb?" You asked innocently, keeping your voice steady as you started moving your hand in circles, making it obvious what you were doing inside those tight pants.

"A-ah, yes. Relax..." His breathing was heavy on the other end of the line, and suddenly you heard the sound of a zipper being opened. You had to stop yourself from moaning just then. He was starting to touch himself while watching you. "Why don't you, uh, take a shower in my bathroom?" His voice was a little choked. He was probably pumping himself slowly, staring at your live image through the screen in his office. Your pussy throbbed and suddenly your pants were too tight and too hot. You stopped stroking your own breasts and took both hands to the waistband of your trousers, sliding them down your legs. Then you took off your shirt, leaving only your panties and bra on. You positioned yourself again, this time with your legs spread wider and your heels resting on the table in front of the sofa. Your fingers returned to the soaked fabric of your panties, touching the sensitive clit through the wet cloth.

"Yeah, I'll have a shower, I'm just finishing something up." With your middle finger, you moved your panties to one side to touch yourself directly. You bit your lip, holding back a moan, and squeezed your breast with your other hand.

"Fuck..." he swore.

"All right?" You replied innocently, holding back your unsteady voice as you carried on stimulating your clit at a steady pace. You wanted him to think you didn't know about the cameras, so you had to stay as normal as possible on the phone.

"Yup... I- I just hit my finger," he lied, slurring his words.

"Caleb-" You said, catching your breath. "I miss you,"

"I miss you too." He sounded almost breathless. "I can come over now."

"No, you can't. There's work. Or is there something urgent you need to do here?" You quickly pulled down your panties, leaving them between your thighs. Then, out of the blue, you heard the unmistakable sound of a camera zooming in. He must have been eating you with his eyes, and now he wanted a closer look. You opened your folds, circling your fingers around the soaked entrance, like a pervert. You slowly moved the fingers up to your clit, stimulating yourself obscenely again. The other end of the line was completely silent, only a few low sounds and grunts were audible. "Caleb, is there something urgent you need to do here?"

"Uh-" He stammered, and you raised your hips a little, grinding against your hand. "Fuck, fuck," he said. He didn't bother with sentences anymore.

"What’s up with you? I'm feeling lonely and bored here. Can't you entertain me?" You teased innocently, but your legs were already shaking.

"I can entertain you. Ah-" For a second, you heard the wet, rhythmic sound of his thrusts against his own hand. Oh my. Caleb had his pants down, sat somewhere in the FAA, and was touching himself like a teenager while he watched you. And you fucking loved it. "I can entertain you... I can be so, so good for you, if you let me." His voice was raspy and breathless. If you weren't so close to your orgasm, you might've asked him if everything was alright and put him in a tough spot again, but you couldn't even think about that. You were too caught up in your own pleasure. One hand was on your nipple under your bra, the other was all over your clit, and you arched your back on the sofa.

"I- I know you know how to entertain me. You're so good to me, always." You gasped, no longer caring that he was probably listening to the sound of your quick fingers against the wet flesh of your vagina.

Suddenly, you heard a muffled cry on the other end of the line and several "Fuck, fuck, fuck" being whispered like a mantra at a low volume, as if he had his hand against his own mouth. He was coming. And that was all it took for the tingling at the base of your belly to explode and flow out of your pussy in an obscene and intense orgasm.

You had just squirted all over the living room table and carpet, and had probably wet the sofa as well. The two of you were silent, only the audible gasp of your breaths as you caught your breath.

"Caleb? Are you still there? It seems the connection was cut." You lied, still pretending you didn't know anything. He coughed and the sound of things being adjusted or stirred could be heard in the background.

"Yeah, yeah… Probably disconnected or something."

You got up and stood next to the sofa, looking at the mess you had left there.

"Caleb I think I spilled...something on your sofa and carpet. Is there any cleaning cloth so I can clean it up?" You looked around.

"NO!" Caleb almost shouted from the other side. "I mean, it's no problem, pipsqueak. You don't have to clean up. You must be tired from all this, right?" He cleared his throat. "From the trip, and everything. Just rest more, like I said, you can use my bathroom and take a shower if you want."

"Hm, where's that cleaning freak from before? Who are you and what have you done with my Caleb?" You heard a laugh on the other end of the line.

"That's why. I'll take care of it. Please" The last word sounded as if he was begging. "I'll be home soon, and I'll be able to...entertain you, as you wish. We can, huh, relax together, too."

You laughed and picked up your cell phone, walking to the bathroom while dropping your bra in the hallway, knowing that he was watching here too. You picked up your wet panties and placed them on the bathroom door handle. In an instant, you could see a small dot hidden next to a painting, pointing directly at where you were standing. You stared directly at it, smiled and winked.

"I'm waiting for you then, Caleb."

Part 2 is here

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r0tt1ngr4bb1t · 1 year ago

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cherrygirlfriend · 7 days ago

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── NON-BABY BLUES ☁️

☁️ pairing: ceo!rafe x housewife!reader

☁️ summary: rafe finds out something you've been keeping from him.

☁️ warnings / tags: fluff, angst, comfort, mentions of infertility & body image issues. wc: 1.2k

☁️ author's note: another 5k celebration fic! consider this me kissing the brick before i throw it at you.

HOUSEWIFE MASTERLIST ☁️ 5K MASTERLIST

volunteering at the kindergarten you'd been enrolled in when you lived back on the cut when you were just a little girl yourself was your favorite way to spend your free time. You knew all the kids by name, all of them referring to you as 'auntie'; one of them had started it by calling you that as a joke, and somehow it just stuck.

you always brought them baked goods and gifts, reading them books, and playing games with them. spending time with kids was one of the times you were at your happiest.

"you ever think about it?" one of the kindergarten teachers, lila, a few years your senior asked, nudging your shoulder with a playful smile on her face after you'd just finished story time with the kids who'd gone off for a nap, "having some of your own. you'd be amazing at it."

you smile softly, "i have. i want a huge family one day. my husband feels the same way." "really? how many were you thinking?" "hmm, how much is a kindergarten class?" you playfully quipped, making the woman laugh.

you were buzzing with excitement as you drove home; today marked the fourteenth day since your period was supposed to start, still nowhere to be seen, and you couldn't stop thinking about the boxes of unused pregnancy tests in the drawer under the master bedroom sink. you sang along to your favorite song, tapping your fingers against the steering wheel.

as soon as you got to the home you shared with rafe, you immediately made your way to the bathroom, unboxing one of the tests and taking it; a wide smile on your lips as you took the test, putting the cap back on and setting it onto the sink to wait for the result.

but you got your answer before the usual three-minute wait. because when you went to wipe, the toilet paper came out red.

rafe loved coming home early and surprising you; his meeting had ended early, and he'd picked up a gorgeous bouquet of lilies, your favorites, along with food from your favorite ramen place. he walked into your shared home, expecting to hear music or the tv, only for the house to be eerily quiet.

"babe?" rafe called out with slight worry, peeking into the living room to see that you weren't there, but as he got closer to the kitchen, the noise of soft sniffles got nearer.

as rafe got to the doorway, he saw you sitting at the kitchen island, eyes red-rimmed as your thumb tapped on the base of an empty glass of wine, next to it a half-empty bottle of red, your lips perpetually downturned. "babe?" rafe took tentative steps towards you, placing the bouquet of flowers and bag of food onto the island, "what-"

before he could finish his sentence, you'd gotten onto your feet and crashed into his chest, heavy sobs leaving your chest, rafe's arms automatically wrapping around you, his chin resting on top of your head, his hand starting to stroke your hair, mumbling soft words of comfort.

when your sobs finally started subsiding and you started to detach from his grip, rafe looked down at you, bringing his finger to your chin and lifting your head up so you were looking up at him even though you avoided gazing at him. "what's wrong, baby?"

you bit down on your lower lip so harshly it was shocking it wasn't bleeding before finally letting go and finally looking rafe into his ice-blue eyes, glistening with worry.

"i got my period."

oh.

rafe moved his hand so he was cupping your cheek, his thumb stroking the soft skin, "i'm sorry. i'm so sorry." "i actually had hope it had worked this time." you chuckled bitterly, "i was two weeks late. i'm so stupid."

"hey, don't talk about my wife like that." rafe furrowed his brows, bringing his other hand to rest on the other side of your face, "we'll just try again. it's no big deal."

"it's a big deal for me!" you exclaimed in frustration, detaching from him and turning around, starting to pace. you ran a hand through your hair, "all i want is to have a baby with the man i love, and for some reason i'm unable to do something most women are able to do. that some people have happen to them without even trying, without wanting it! we've been trying for almost a year!"

"i know, and i know how much it frustrates you, but there are things we haven't tried yet, and you shouldn't lose hope-"

"what if i'm infertile?" your voice broke with the last word.

"you're in your early twenties and you have regular periods, i know that it's possible but i doubt that it's that likely you're infertile. some couples just have a more difficult time to conceive."

you swallowed, taking a deep breath as you turned back to face rafe, your voice raw with emotion, "i didn't... always have regular periods."

"what... what do you mean?"

"when i was around sixteen..." you looked down at the floor, "i had... amenorrhea. which is the medical term for... pretty much the lack of a period. it lasted for almost a year."

"what? why haven't you told me about this before?" rafe stepped towards you, putting his hands on your shoulders, looking down at you in worry.

"it was the darkest, most miserable time in my life." you sighed, letting out a soft sniffle as a tear rolled down your cheek, "it was because... i had problems with my body and eating." "your body?" "i... i didn't like myself. any part of myself. but... i thought that once i got better and once i got my period back and i was at a healthy weight, every side effect i was having would go away too." you swallowed, looking down, "but i read that not getting your period for a long time could affect your fertility in the long term."

one of rafe's hand's moved to cup your cheek, "why didn't you tell me about this...?" he asked softly, "i just... i didn't want you to think i was fragile. that there was something wrong with me. that maybe if i really am infertile, you'd... you know."

"don't you dare think i'd ever leave you for something like that. leaving you isn't an option i'd think about in a million years. and i don't think you're fragile, or that there's something wrong with you. i think you're an incredibly strong woman, and you're going to be an amazing mother. and you will become a mother. okay?" "okay..." you mumbled, and rafe pressed a kiss on your forehead.

"we can go see a doctor if you want, run some tests, see if we can figure out if there's a medical reason for this, or if we have the crappiest luck in the world."

you smiled softly, your sniffles starting to quieten, "alright. we'll go see a doctor."

rafe pulled you into his arms once again, squeezing you tightly, "you're gonna be an amazing mama. trust me." your husband mumbled, pressing a kiss on the top of your head.

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plutoslastwords · 4 months ago

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More baby norris please. What about her having an innocent baby crush on one of the drivers (Charles, George,..) and Labdo being an overprotectiv dad.

new favourite

lando norris x daughter!reader, charles leclerc x norris!daughter!reader, (slight) carlos sainz x norris!daughter!reader

summary: baby norris finds a new paddock crush, lando is less than pleased.

warnings: none!

w/c: 1.2k

a/n: sorry i've been mia for the past week.... but i'm back :DD hope you guys enjoy, thank you so so so so so so so much for 200 followers, i am genuinely lost for words, i love you all! pls feel free to send in any requests xx

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Though they wouldn’t say that they are each other’s best friends, the Formula 1 drivers do end up spending quite a lot of time together.

Whether it be at races, events or even travelling together, no matter how different some sort of bond is created between them all. They are the people who really understand each other, the only ones who know exactly what they’re all going through.

This means that being the daughter of Lando Norris, you also know the other drivers fairly well.

Lando doesn’t mind this at all, honestly it’s great. It’s an excuse to put some babysitting jobs onto his other drivers, and they can’t say anything about it because just look at your face!

He does mind, however, when a certain Monaquese driver manages to woo his perfect, precious angel.

It starts at the Monaco Grand Prix. You’re holding your daddy’s hand, toddling through the paddock, occasionally pointing at something that you find especially exciting, whilst Lando talks to a media crew about his thoughts and feelings for the weekend.

Your big grins grows impossibly bigger when you see your favourite Uncle Carlos! You giggle gleefully, detaching yourself from Lando and sprinting as fast as you can to Carlos’ awaiting arms.

“Chiquita!! I’ve missed you!” He spins you around in the air, whilst you carry on giggling. “Why don’t I take you into Ferrari, hm? You think your daddy would mind?”

You shake your head, you don’t care if your daddy does mind, you just want to spend time with Uncle Carlos.

You had never been in the Ferrari garage before, and you probably stick out like a sore thumb, dressed in a little pink dress with a little papaya Mclaren cap atop your head. Some of the mechanics give you and Carlos some odd looks, but eventually connect the dots in their heads.

“Carlos, who’s this?” A new, strange voice asks. Carlos turns and so you do too, the strange man reminds you of Carlos a bit, but not really. He has pretty eyes. And pretty hair. You shove your face into Carlos’ shoulder, giggling quietly to yourself about the strange pretty man.

Carlos chuckles at your antics, “This is Lando’s little one,” He introduces you, “Chiquita, are you going to say hi to Charles?” He strokes your hair.

You shake your head, still giggling. You poke your head up to look at the pretty man again, he’s smiling at you now, his smile is pretty as well. You shove your face back into Carlos’ neck.

“Baby, say hi to Charles, hm?”

You give a slight, shy wave, barely lifting your head from its sanctuary in Carlos’ neck. The pretty man coos at you.

“Hello, cherie…” You like his voice as well, he has a nice voice. You giggle. “She’s a bit shy?” He asks Carlos.

“She’s normally quite excited, what’s up with you, hm?” You just shake your head again, embarrassed at showing your face in front of the pretty man. “Is Charles scaring you, chiquita?”

You shake your head, not wanting to admit anything to Carlos.

Before he can say anything in response, however, someone calls his name saying that he is needed urgently somewhere in the garage.

“Oh god, I should go. Charles, can you bring her back to Lando?”

Charles nods, and accepts you when Carlos passes you to him. You like the feeling of being in pretty man’s arms. You put your head on his shoulder, watching everything going on behind him.

“Okay, cherie, we’re gonna get you back to your daddy now, does that sound okay?”

You nod in response, just content with being in his hold, no matter what you’re doing.

“Can’t believe I haven’t met you before, hm? Gotta get to know you, what’s your favourite colour, cherie?”

“Pink…” you giggle, excited to be talking about your favourite things with the pretty man.

On the journey from the Ferrari garage to the Mclaren garage the pretty man continues asking you questions in order to get to know you. You become quite fond of him, he has a little dog called Leo who he has said that you can meet.

By the time you get to the Mclaren garage, you don’t want to let go. But soon, enough Charles spots Lando and begins heading over.

“Oh hello, my angel! How was Ferrari?” Lando coos, reaching out to take you from Charles, but you refuse, clinging onto him like a little crab.

“Baby.. c’mon, we gotta let Charles get back, okay? Come to daddy, my love…” You shake your head, still refusing. You want to stay with the nice, pretty man.

“It’s okay, cherie, I will see you again soon, okay? I promise.” Charles hands you over to your dad, which you begrudgingly accept, blushing at his words.

Lando notices this, sending Charles an odd look. He gives him a short goodbye, before taking you to his driver’s room, where you are going to stay whilst he goes out for a practise session.

“You liked Charles then…?”

You just giggle, embarrassed again that people have noticed your slight infatuation with the pretty man.

“Baby… Charles is a boy, boys are stinky!!”

“Charles smells nice, daddy!”

He sighs at that. He knows that there’s no winning with this, and he hates it. No matter how silly it may be, his tiny, perfect, angel daughter has a crush and he’s not happy.

“No, darling, Charles is a boy, boys aren’t nice, okay?”

You frown at that, Charles was very nice to you…

The conversation ends there, Lando placing you in his driver’s room, with a member of the team to look after you, giving you a sweet kiss on the top of the head before he goes out to practise.

***

The next time that you get to see Charles is at Silverstone. You’re walking through the paddock with your Grandma and Grandpa when you see him.

You screech and toddle over to him. He gives you a similar grin, scooping you up into his arms.

“Salut, cherie! It has been so long!” He hugs you close, taking you into the Ferrari hospitality with him.

When his parents tell him that you have gone off with Charles, Lando is not happy. He marches to the Ferrari hospitality.

“Baby, it’s time to go now, okay?” He says, leaving no room for arguments as he grabs you from Charles’ arms.

You kick up a bit of a fuss, whining in protest and flailing your limbs about, but your dad’s mind is made up and you’re not strong enough to go against it.

“Angel, I thought I told you that Charles was a meanie boy, hm?” He berates, with no real malice, as he walks you back to Mclaren.

“But Charlie is nice, daddy!”

“No, baby, all boys are mean and you will never ever ever like them, okay? You promise daddy? Daddy will look after you, forever and ever”

“I promise…” as much as you love Charles, in the end there is no one that you love quite as much as your daddy..

“Good girl, daddy loves you more than anything.”

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a/n: tysm for reading!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! send in any requests or if you just want a chat xx

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kxsagi · 3 months ago

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Heyyyyy pretty, hope you're doing great!!!! I have a request (I'm never stopping to haunt you everywhere in your notification) so i don't have any characters in mind for this so you can choose (expect Kaiser) x reader where reader has a plush or merch of them and like wears it or keeps it somewhere obvious around their house cause she's proud of the player/star they became

Thank you beforehand!!!!!💕 and also here's some flowers cause you deserve them💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐

“𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲”

a/n: heyyy lovey i’m doing well and i hope you are too! thank you for the flowers 🥹🥰

i couldn’t choose so i turned this into headcanons instead if that’s okay! (this is my first time doing so asknksnsldnglslkfgs) + i'm so sorry but i love kaiser

ft. isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, reo mikage, chigiri hyoma, itoshi rin, karasu tabito, yukimiya kenyu, itoshi sae, kaiser michael

isagi yoichi - “you love showing off your boyfriend’s success”

🧸 you have a shelf dedicated to his memorabilia, including a signed jersey and a plush doll of him, placed proudly in the living room.

🧸 when friends or family visit, you subtly point it out, saying things like, "oh, that's just his plush. it’s adorable, right?"

🧸 you’ll send your boyfriend pictures of his merch around your shared house, playfully teasing him about how much you’re surrounded by him.

⚽ he’s a bit shy but incredibly touched, replying, “wow, you really have a whole shrine to me. i guess I’m flattered… or should i be worried?”

bachira meguru - “you keep his merch in unexpected places”

🧸 you keep a small plush of him in your car, so when you’re driving, you can glance at it and think of him.

🧸 you always have his keychain on your bag, a subtle but constant reminder of his accomplishments.

🧸 his signed soccer ball sits on your desk as your little good luck charm whenever you work.

⚽ he’s genuinely touched, but also amused, texting you, “i didn’t realize you were taking me everywhere. maybe i should get a tiny version of you to keep in my locker too. that way, i’ll always have you with me!”

nagi seishiro - “you create little rituals around his fame”

🧸 on game nights, you’ll watch his match with his plush sitting next to you, as if the plush is cheering along with you.

🧸 after each match, whether he wins or loses, you take a selfie with his jersey and plush, sending it to him with a sweet message like, “you did amazing!”

⚽ he laughs and shakes his head, playfully replying, “you’re going to have me beat by the plush at this rate lol. but seriously, you make me feel like i’m your MVP every game.”

reo mikage - “you love to surprise him with little gifts”

🧸 after an important game, you’ll gift him personalized items with his jersey number or even something referencing his childhood.

🧸 sometimes, you get him exclusive limited-edition items from his own brand or the team, showing just how much you support him beyond just the merch.

⚽ he’s touched by your thoughtful gifts, often pulling you into a hug and saying, “you’re too much, you know that? this means more than you’ll ever realize. i’m so lucky to have you.”

chigiri hyoma - “your friends know how much you love him and his journey”

🧸 whenever you talk about your relationship, you’ll mention his soccer career with glowing pride, even bringing up how you proudly display his merch at home.

🧸 your friends always know which game he's playing next because you can’t help but talk about how excited you are for him. you even have a countdown for his next match on your phone screen.

⚽ he shakes his head, laughing at how much you talk about him, “you’re so proud of me, i feel like i should give a speech or something. but seriously, i’m grateful you’re always cheering me on.”

itoshi rin - “you’re his biggest fan, even in private moments”

🧸 you wear his team’s merchandise (like a hoodie or a cap) while the two of you hang out at home.

🧸 sometimes, you’ll wear his jersey to bed, saying it’s comfy, but it’s also a reminder of how proud you are of him.

🧸 every time he scores, you’ll replay the highlights and cheer for him like you’re at the stadium.

⚽ he grins and playfully teases you, “you’re the best cheerleader i’ve ever had. but, if i’m being honest, i think you wear my jersey better than i do.”

karasu tabito - “you tease him about how famous he’s become”

🧸 when you’re out in public with him, you playfully mention how you might need a bodyguard soon since people keep asking for his autograph.

🧸 you’ll jokingly “fight” over him with fans who try to take pictures with him, saying, “hey, he’s mine, back off!”

🧸 you refer to his plush as "his mini-me" and makes it clear that you’re not jealous of his fame, you’re proud of him.

⚽ he laughs and playfully pulls you closer, saying, “you’re too cute. if you want, i’ll just stay by your side so no one else can have me.”

yukimiya kenyu - “you cherish his personal touch on his merchandise”

🧸 you keep a collection of his signed posters and photos framed around the house, often adding little notes on them like “best goal ever” or “miss you here.”

🧸 every time you buy a new piece of his merch, you take a picture of it and send it to him with a text saying, “i got another piece of you.”

⚽ he’s a little speechless and incredibly moved, replying, “you’ve really made me feel like i’m part of your home… and your heart. i’ll never take that for granted.”

itoshi sae - “you have a soft spot for his signature items”

🧸 his signed cleats sit on a display stand in your shared bedroom, and you always tell visitors about the first time you saw him wear them.

🧸 every time he gives you a new item – whether it's his hoodie or a scarf from his team – you wear it immediately and don’t take it off for days.

⚽ he finds it both adorable and a little funny, sending you a message, “i can’t believe you wear everything i give you like it’s your personal uniform. i must be doing something right.”

kaiser michael - “you’re never afraid to show off your pride”

🧸 you’ll bring your plush to any event or social gathering they attend together, saying, “i’m taking my boyfriend with me!”

🧸 even if the two of you are just relaxing, you’ll throw on one of his team scarves, proudly draping it around your neck as if it’s the most casual thing in the world.

🧸 sometimes, you even match your outfits to his team colors, always making sure your accessories tie back to his career, as if you're subtly celebrating him wherever the two of you go.

⚽ he raises an eyebrow and chuckles, “is this how it’s going to be now? you’re taking my plush to the grocery store too?” he laughs, adding, “i love it. you make me feel like i’m on top of the world.”

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greenwitchfromthewoods · 4 months ago

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second chance. l Frankie "Catfish" Morales

Summary: you broke up after a quarrel, now you've met again

Warnings: angst, mentioning drug addiction, crying, breakup, mentioned Santi, some fluff at the end

A/N: I had to clear my head. I'm not proud of it, but I had to write something. Be gentle. Thank you for being here and reading these scribbles.

your feedback is very important to me and I want to thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. I secretly hope you like this story.🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

[my masterlist][Frankie Morales masterlist]

"Hi, you look good."

You didn't expect those words, but you knew that voice so well that your heart skipped a beat. A strange feeling filled your body, as if someone had suddenly stripped you of all your insides and left you empty. Even though the pub was filled with people, suddenly it was just you and him.

"Hi, Frankie." You replied, trying to keep your voice neutral. "You look good too."

A small smile appeared on his lips, he probably realized that it was just a polite greeting. A greeting for those who know each other. But you were more than that, right?

You didn't expect to meet him in this pub that evening. It was a strange assumption, because after all, you lived in the same city. However, when you break up with someone, and that breakup was like a hurricane and an earthquake in one, you don't usually try to meet them again soon.

And so it was with you and Frankie. Almost a year ago, maybe a little longer. And now he was standing in front of you. In a clean shirt and dark jeans, in a cap you knew so well. Brown eyes stared at you with the same attentiveness as before. He really looked good. Like he had a good night's sleep, eaten a few solid meals and... was clean.

"Do you come here often?" he asked, he noticed you looking around the crowd of people looking for someone with your eyes. "Um, are you here with someone?"

"With a friend." you replied. "Do you remember Sarah?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I remember. A girls' night out?"

"Something like that. But no, I don't come here often. I don't have much free time."

Frankie smiled, and a part of your brain woke up sending you a signal - you loved his smile so much.

"I always thought you worked too much." he said, winking at you.

"That's not it." you looked down and there was silence for a moment.

You felt embarrassed by his presence, but it wasn't uncomfortable. You had worked through all the bad feelings you had when you broke up, and you actually missed him a little. Did it make sense? You had broken your hearts, but you still missed him. Was it masochistic?

"I've been going to school for a while now. You know, I told you about it. Back in the day..."

Frankie's eyes widened with interest as he remembered what you were talking about. "No, shit! Really? That's great! You've wanted to do this for a long time, so good for you."

A warm feeling crept up the back of your neck, but you smiled widely. "Thank you."

Frankie bit his lip and nodded in appreciation. "I've always thought you were incredibly smart. So that's what's taking up so much of your time now? That and work?"

"Yeah. Sometimes I go days without a proper meal or... I'm sorry, that must bore you."

"No! Go on, darling."

The sweet nickname slipped out of his mouth naturally, and it was even more natural when he took your elbow and led you a little to the side so you could talk in peace. The smell of his cologne filled your nostrils, you knew it so well. Your body began to react with pleasant excitement to his presence.

"And what about you? How's life?" you asked.

Frankie adjusted his cap and let out a breath. "Good. Quite good." he replied. "I changed companies, and now I have really good conditions."

"That's great."

"Yeah, I think so too."

It was late when he got home, but he could feel something was wrong from the very beginning. All the lights were on, and the noises coming from the bedroom were rather unusual.

Damn it, you should be asleep already. He didn't feel like starting another row, and they filled these walls almost every day. However, he dragged himself down the hallway and gently pushed the door open.

Frankie didn't expect this. There was an open suitcase on the bed. He noticed a bundle of your clothes thrown into it in disarray. The drawers in the dresser and the wardrobe were open.

He cleared his throat and took a step, but at the same moment you came out of the bathroom carrying your cosmetics in your hands. You stood there paralyzed when you saw Frankie in the doorway.

Your eyes were swollen from crying, but there was something else in them. Anger and stubbornness, determination.

"What's going on?" he asked in a slightly hoarse voice.

You lifted your chin slightly. "What does this look like?" you asked as well, quickly approaching the bed and throwing your things into the suitcase. With a graceful movement you closed it "I'm leaving. It's over."

A cold shiver ran down his spine. He took a few more steps and put his hands on his hips watching you struggle with the latches.

"Come on..." Frankie began "It's late. Let's talk about this."

You didn't react. Something inside him boiled and he grabbed the handle of the suitcase, dragging it across the bed towards him.

"Leave it!" you hissed, catching it and holding it "I'm not joking, Frankie! I'm leaving! I've had enough!"

"What this time?" he replied a little too loudly "You're making a scene!"

Before the words left his mouth he already knew he had overdone it. Your eyes widened in a second.

You reached into your pants pocket and after a moment you threw something at him. The small bag bounced off his broad chest and fell silently to the carpet. He recognized it immediately.

"I found it in the car. You must have dropped it last time." you growled.

"It's not like that..."

"Bullshit!" Tears welled up in your eyes. "I've been hearing the same lies for months! I know exactly why you got fired! I wanted to help you, and you promised me you'd never... Ohhh!"

You grabbed the handle of your suitcase and pulled it to the ground, then headed for the door. You pushed past him without letting him grab your arm. Frankie had taken you to the edge. You'd been together for almost two years, and you really loved him. But his addiction was becoming more important than you. You asked, you wanted to help.

The therapist you found for him told you that Frankie had only been to see him three times before he stopped showing up at all. He told you that he went there regularly. Then there were the problems at work and he got fired, he started coming home later and later, and when you were looking for something that had fallen on the floor of your car and you found that damn bag - you already knew.

Your heart was breaking with every step, but you knew that Frankie needed shock therapy. You knew you couldn't...

"Frankie!"

You almost reached the door when you suddenly lost ground under your feet. Strong arms wrapped around your waist and Frankie lifted you up. You started kicking your legs.

"Let me go!" you screamed.

"You're not going anywhere! You can't!" he thundered, putting you down and turning to face him "You have to listen to me, it's not like that..."

"Shut up! You've been lying all this time! All this time!"

"Not when I said I loved you, hermosa."

"Oh! Cut this shit! This isn't love!" your face was full of rage, you wanted to hurt him, to stick a needle in him so hard that it would hurt him for a long time "You just needed someone to clean up the mess after you! Someone to pat you on the head and let you do all this! You needed a pussy you could fuck!"

There was silence. Frankie's hands were gripping your shoulders tightly, his eyes darkened.

"You know that's not true." he finally said.

"Yeah? And what of what you're saying is true? Nothing. Zero. I wanted to help you, but you don't care at all." you jerked away "Let me go, Frankie."

"You have to listen to me..."

"Let me go! Now!"

His fingers loosened and you slipped out of his hands. You grabbed your suitcase again and this time you reached the door.

"I love you." his resigned voice reached your ears.

"I'm not so sure about that anymore."

You took a sip of beer while listening to Frankie. He seemed excited about his new job, and the energy that flowed from him was simply positive. His hand would occasionally brush your arm or wrist as you both burst out laughing, his eyes looking at you with the tenderness you knew from the beginning of your acquaintance.

"I guess I'll have to go back now." You sighed, glancing at your phone. "I have classes tomorrow."

"Do you like it?" he asked, watching you text your friend back, informing her that you had to leave.

"What do you mean?" you looked up at him. Frankie shrugged.

"Your life. Now. Because it seems to me that you're different. More fulfilled? Happier?"

"I don't know, I haven't thought about it to be honest."

He nodded, his hand shyly finding yours. "Can I give you a lift home?"

You agreed. Maybe you shouldn't have, maybe it was a mistake. But Frankie had somehow found his way to your heart, and you didn't want to part ways with him yet.

"When you left..." he began as you drove through the empty streets towards your apartment "It hit me. Really hard."

You clenched your fingers, but you couldn't look in his direction. But Frankie clearly wanted to talk, maybe he had been waiting for this for a really long time and could finally get it all off his chest.

"I drank for three days. I don't remember much from that period. Santi showed up at my place and... He told me something I'll never forget."

You could barely recognize your own voice. "What did he say?"

Frankie cleared his throat. "He said it was all my fault. That I was dragging you down, and you were trying to keep us both afloat the whole time. He also said that if I wanted you back, that if I loved you at all, I should do something about it."

Something tightened your throat and your eyes stung from the tears that were seeping into your eyelids. The car turned, you were already close to your apartment.

"I went to therapy. Santi took me there twice a week. It was a terrible time. He had to take my phone because I wanted to call you every day. I don't know how I managed to get through it without you."

"But you did it." You dared to look at him, a weak smile appeared on his face. "I'm so proud of you, Frankie."

"Thank you."

The car stopped. Your journey ended, and you got out, feeling like your legs were almost giving out under you. You whispered a quiet "thank you" and "I'm glad I saw you, Frankie." and then feeling like your heart almost jumped out of your chest, you headed for the door.

"I still love you."

You closed your eyes. His voice was clear, determined. You stopped, feeling like you could fall apart at any moment.

"Frankie..." you whispered, but he wouldn't let you do more.

He was right behind you now, you could feel the heat radiating from him. Your body reacted to his closeness.

"I knew you'd be at this pub today."

You turned around and looked at him, surprised. Frankie seemed embarrassed, but he continued.

"I met Sarah a while ago. We talked..."

He noticed a small frown between your eyebrows, "She didn't tell me anything..."

Frankie shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and shrugged, "I begged her not to tell you. Listen, all this year you were the only thing that kept me alive. I wanted to be clean again, but I also wanted to be able to look you in the eye again. I'm sorry, hermosa... I'm sorry you went through all that with me. It was hell, and you tried so hard to save me."

You couldn't stop the tears that began to flow down your cheeks. You didn't even react when a warm hand touched your cheek and he wiped the tears away with his thumb.

"I still love you, hermosa." Frankie continued. "I don't know if I'll ever be able to stop. But I know I can't expect that from you, not after what I did."

"You hurt me, Frankie..." you sobbed, you saw the pain in his eyes, the same pain you still felt in your heart. "I wanted to save you, I wanted to save us... Maybe I wasn't strong enough?"

"No, it's not like that!" he shook his head, taking your face in both hands. "It wasn't a job for just one person. I understand that now. I'm sorry, I'm sorry I let you down so much."

You instinctively snuggled into his chest. Damn, you missed him so much this year. Almost every day you wondered what was happening to him, or you thought back to the times when everything was fine. There were days when you hated Frankie, when you resented yourself for always having him in your heart. But now you understood - you had to fall apart to understand what was truly important to you.

Frankie stroked your back, repeating silent apologies, and you felt as if all the tension that you had in your body was slowly leaving you.

"You okay?" he asked when you finally pulled away from him, wiping the last tears with your hand and probably completely smudging your mascara.

You nodded, "Yeah. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..."

"Don't apologize, hermosa. You have nothing to apologize for."

There was silence for a moment. But it wasn't an uncomfortable silence, rather one where you were both trying to gather your thoughts. Finally, you were the first to speak.

"I'm so glad you managed to do all this. I'm really proud of you, Frankie. Now... Now your life will be different, better."

"You think so?" he asked, and you looked at him surprised. "I guess you didn't hear what I said earlier. I love you, and I don't know if I'll ever stop. But I know I can't force you to do anything. You listened to me, that's already a lot. Maybe that's all I deserve."

He must have already accepted it, except that he lost you, because before you could answer anything, he slowly moved towards his car. You watched him, feeling your heart pounding in your chest like crazy. You weren't even aware that you had opened your mouth, only the sound of your voice that cut through the silence brought you back to your senses.

"I'm finishing classes tomorrow after three. If you want to go for coffee, or..."

In an instant Frankie turned around "How about for lunch? You'll definitely be hungry, and you said you haven't been eating very well lately."

You smiled and nodded. "Lunch sounds good."

"Wonderful." He smiled too. That damn smile of his.

"So... Are we in touch?"

"Of course, hermosa."

With a slightly calmer heart you disappeared into the building, feeling that the smile didn't leave your face.

Maybe a second chance really did exist? Maybe you too had a chance for a new beginning...

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Thank you for your time.

#pedro pascal #frankie catfish morales #frankie morales #triple frontier #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x f!reader

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urmum-lovesme · 7 months ago

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Angel Baby - Rafe Cameron x Kook!reader P5

pairing: Best Friend!Rafe Cameron x Kook!Best-Friend!reader

summary: Rafe and Reader have known each other since kindergarten, always side by side, the king and princess of Figure 8. So why now does he start feeling different towards her, when all she's ever been is his best friend?

a/n: this is sooo long I'm so sorry but I wanted to get EVERYTHING into it. This has got heavy heavy bi!reader in it, but we finally get a tease of Rafe and y/n, and a little jealous!Rafe, and a little jealous!Reader and a whole lot of denial, denial, denial, acceptance...? DENIAL! Thank you so so much for allll the love, I never expected to have so many people actually read my work. I've opened my asks so while I work on the next Chpt ask me anything you want to know about Kook!Bestfriend!Reader and Bestfriend!Rafe!!!! I LOVE YOU ALL ENJOYYYYY

Pictures are from Pinterest so credit to who ever they belong to.

warnings: alcohol consumption, smoking, drugs, suggestive content, two girls making out (so spooky ;) ), driving under the influence, nudity, jumping into a pond.

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Kelce sat in the passenger seat, skillfully rolling a joint as the car hummed along. The windows were down, and a cool breeze rushed in, tousling their hair. The bass from the music thudded in their chests, vibrating the air with every beat. In the backseat, Y/N sat next to Rafe, the applicator of her lip gloss gliding over her lips as she studied her reflection in the rearview mirror, adjusting the gloss with a focused gaze. Rafe sat next to her, his attention drawn to her lips as the girl re-applied her lip gloss. His eyes focused intently on her lips as he watched her press them together, his tongue darting out to wet his own lips at the action. Topper and Kelce were making small talk as they drove. Y/n looked over to the silent boy next to her, “you ‘kay?” She questioned head tilting as she closed the lipgloss, cap smoothly sliding back into place. He nodded in response,

“Yeah, I’m fine”

She nodded her head back at him as she sat back into the seat speaking up over the music, “I think we should make a bet…” directing her words to all the guys. Kelce and Topper both looked at each other, eyebrows raised with slight confusion, wondering about what kind of bet she was talking about. The girl was known for going all or nothing after all. Rafe’s ears perked up at her words, his interest being peaked as he wondered what she had in mind.

“Rumor has it… that Beth Sanders is gonna be there today.” Y/N glanced over at Rafe, a playful smirk tugging at her lips as she spoke, she knew he used to have a crush on the girl. Kelce and Topper lips upturned at the mention of Beth, they both knew of Rafe’s little ‘crush’ when they were younger. Rafe rolled his eyes muttering out,

“So what?”

“Sooo,” she spoke out slyly as she sat forward slightly looking at Rafe, “I say we make a bet on who can get with her first…”

Both Kelce and Topper were now fully intrigued by the girl's proposal, both of their faces lighting up, excited by what she’d come up with. They both looked at Rafe, awaiting his reaction to her suggestion. He shot Y/N a skeptical look,

“You sure she swings that way?”

No one really knew what Beth preferred, however Y/N wasn’t the type to shy away from uncertainty—she liked a challenge– the adrenaline was addictive. She shrugged nonchalantly, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Who says she has to choose? Maybe she likes both,” she teased, enjoying how unsettled Rafe seemed by the idea “...I do.” She watched the boy's internal battle as he decided what to do.

He’s gotta say yes.

“And besides, we’re not betting on what she prefers. We’re betting on who gets her first.” She added on, slipping her bottom lip between her teeth as she bit down slightly. Rafe looked at her, raising an eyebrow as he took in her words, a smirk playing on his lips.

“And if we lose?”

“Hmmm,” she tilted her head and looked at him, her eyes narrowing in thought as she met his gaze, “I don’t know,” she looked to the boys in the front seat awaiting their suggestions. Kelce whipped around in his seat, quickly speaking up with an excited smile on his face,

“Loser has to skinny dip in the golf course pond.”

Topper immediately smiled widely at Kelce’s suggestion, looking over his shoulder at Rafe, his eyes flickering over to y/n hoping his idea would be accepted. Y/N’s reaction was immediate—her giggles bubbled up, loud and carefree, as she threw her head back in amusement,

“Kelce, you’re insane,” she laughed, “it’s perfect!”

Kelce and Topper both burst into simultaneous laughter in the front seat. She shot a glance toward Rafe, knowing he was probably already running through the worst-case scenarios in his head. He rolled his eyes at the boys and how they were all agreeing with the punishment, then turned to the girl, shaking his head with a smirk,

“You’re dicks, you know that right?”

“Scared you’re gonna lose Rafey?” She playfully spoke, looking at the boy as they pulled up to the house. He could see the look on her face, knowing she was just trying to rile him up. He leaned a little closer to her as Topper parked the car. His voice was a little quieter, so Kelce and Topper couldn’t hear him,

“Please… I think we both know who the loser of this bet is gonna be.”

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The music thrummed through the entire house as they stepped inside, the heavy beat vibrating the walls and making the floor feel like it was pulsing beneath their feet. Y/n wiggled her fingers in a casual wave as she passed a group of girls who had been waiting by the entrance. They shouted out her name in greeting, their smiles wide and welcoming, the kind that came from being the Kook Princess. Rafe, who had been walking alongside her, pulled her toward the kitchen, where the sounds of clinking bottles and the scent of spilled alcohol mixed with the tang of rum and tequila. Kelce and Topper had split from them, going off into different rooms, scoping out the house, greeting people they knew, people they didn’t. Rafe pulled out a bottle of rum from under the counter, twisting the cap off with a practiced flick of his wrist.

“You ready to have some fun?” he asked, his voice slightly louder now to compete with the rising volume of the music. With a wide smile, she raised her own drink, the alcohol sloshing in the cup.

“Always.”

The night had officially begun.

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She looked up from where she was talking with a group of people, gloating about the new cars their parents got them.

Entitled assholes

Expecting to see Rafe she was taken by surprise by his absence. A few hours had passed since they’d gotten to the house, the number of people doubling generously. Her eyes flickered around the room as she stepped away from the group, her eyes landing on Rafe through the archway of the door, leading into the hallway which was littered with people. There he stood, leaning against the door speaking to none other than Beth Sanders. She shook her head, chuckling to herself.

That’s how you wanna play this game?

Rafe stood in the hallway chatting to Beth, he was trying his best to ignore the fact that y/n was only a few feet away, but he could sense her glare from a mile away. He had become all too familiar with that expression- part amusement, part something else that he couldn’t quite place. The girl in front of him rambled about something he had no clue about, he could tell if it was the alcohol but she couldn’t keep her mouth shut. He nodded, and then, for a split second, his gaze flickered toward Y/N again.

This time, their eyes met, and Rafe couldn’t look away.

Y/N’s expression was unreadable, but there was something in her eyes—something that made his stomach tighten. The energy between them shifted, an invisible line between them pulling taut.

“Rafe?”

Beth’s voice cut through his thoughts, a little confused as she waved a hand in front of his face.

“You okay?”

He blinked, pulling himself out of the daze. He’d forgotten where he was for a second.

“Yeah”

Y/n watched them from the kitchen, arms leaning against the counter as she saw the boy working his charm. He laughed slightly as Beth told him a joke, slowly taking a subtle step closer to the girl from where he leaned on the wall, getting a little closer to her. She grit her teeth as she looked away.

It’s just a bet relax

She needed to get the girl away from him because… -she didn't want to lose the bet, thats what it was. She looked around wondering what she could do, however her eye was caught by the movement near the kitchen counter. Pouring a mixer there stood Beth holding her red solo cup and trying to find something to make her drink stronger. She had to suppress her smirk.

Too easy.

She walked up to the girl, standing next to her she looked at her with a small smile on her face,

“That any good?” She gestures her finger towards the cup the girl was holding tilting her head slightly. Beth looked over and smiled as she saw y/n next to her. She looked into her cup, swirling the liquid around as she spoke,

“Not bad so far, but it’s a little flat” She chuckled slightly, lifting the cup to her lips to take another sip. Y/n picked up a liqueur bottle standing next to them as she lifted it to her with a suggestive smile. The girls eyes glancing down to the bottle and then back up to the girl in front of her,

“Is that any good?” She questioned with a little hesitation.

“We’ll have to wait and see” Y/n giggled as she poured it into the girls cup. Beth watched with a slight eyebrow raise as she poured the liquid into the cup, the smile on her face never faltering. She looked down into the liquid curiously, bringing the cup to her lips and taking a tentative sip, her eyebrows raising with surprise,

“That’s good”

“Can I?” She spoke out to the girl taking a step closer as she leant against the counter facing the girl now. There was a flicker of something in Beth’s eyes- curiosity, maybe. Her gaze dropped, trailing from Y/N’s face down to the curve of her body. The air around thickened, a tension that neither of them could deny. Beth looked at the girl as she leant against the counter, a slightly flirty tone to her voice as she spoke.

“You wanna taste?” her voice was light, but it carried a subtle edge, a playfulness that mirrored the challenge in Y/N’s eyes, as if she were offering more than just a drink.

“Mmhmm” She hummed back in a sultry tone leaning slightly closer to the girl. Y/N didn’t hesitate, her lips curling into a slow, confident smile. Beth’s smirk grew slightly in reaction to the girl. She watched as he leant closer to her, holding the drink out for the girl,

“Then take one”

Y/n took the cup, her fingers brushing against the girls, bringing it up to her lips. Her eyes looked into the ones opposite her. The liquid burnt as it slid down her throat; a smile spread onto her lips as she pulled the cup away,

“That’s so strong,” she giggled slightly as she shook her head.

Beth let out a soft chuckle, her eyes never leaving y/n’s face as she spoke. Her heart was racing, her mind fuzzy from the alcohol she’d consumed over the night.

“Yeah it’s strong…”

She bit her lip, bringing her gaze up and down the girl's body, her eyes lingering over the girl, her tiny lacy cami top leaving little to the imagination. Y/n looked over the girl, the expression on her face hazy. Her eyes landed on her neck. Her fingertips reached up and touched over the silver on her neck, fiddling with the small pendant, so dainty and delicate.

“This is pretty”

A shiver went down Beth’s spine as she felt the girl’s fingertips touch her neck gently, the girl felt the urge to lean into her touch.

“Thank you…” She spoke out, leaning closer slightly, wanting to feel the girl's fingers against more of her skin. As the girl leant closer to her, y/n could sense the feeling of eyes on her. Looking past the girl, who was talking into her ear, her citrusy perfume wafting to her nose, her gaze landed on Rafe.

The boy's eyes staring straight at her.

Beth was too engulfed in the feeling of the girl’s touch. It felt nice as the girl started to gently toy with her necklace, her eyes slowly starting to drop closed, maybe she’d had a few more drinks than she thought…

Rafe watched from the other side of the kitchen, his heart rate started to quicken as he watched the scene before him. Watching as the girls stood close together, how their bodies were touching, his jaw started to tighten.

What the hell is she doing?

It wasn’t just the closeness of their bodies. It wasn’t just the way Y/N seemed so damn confident- so at ease, like she had this stupid bet in the bag. It was the way the girl next to her responded, the soft smile playing on her lips, the way she didn’t pull away. She was enjoying it. She was practically melting into Y/N’s touch.

Fuck

Rafe could feel his pulse pounding in his ears. It wasn’t just the alcohol that made him feel tense; it was something else, something unfamiliar that gnawed at him. The bet was supposed to be a simple competition, who could win Beth’s attention first. But now, it wasn’t looking so simple. The heavy thumping of the song changed its rhythm, y/n’s ears perking up as she looked at the girl. She didn’t wait for Beth to respond, already pulling her away from the kitchen and into the living room, where the energy of the party had reached its peak. She glanced over at Beth her eyes lighting up,

Perfect

“I love this song!” Y/N shouted over the sound, her voice laced with playful excitement. The crowd was a sea of swaying, hot bodies grinding against each other, the bass vibrating through the floor, thumping up into their chests as hips rolled and feet shuffled in time with the beat. The room seemed to pulse, she turned her head slightly, looking over her shoulder at the girl, giving her a grin that was full of mischief.

“Come on,” Y/N said, her voice breathy and full of the song’s infectious energy. She pulled Beth into the crowd, her hand still tightly gripping hers as they wove through the sea people. Beth followed, her own grin slowly spreading as she let herself be led by Y/N. There was a certain lightness to the way they moved together, the girls's hand slid around Beth’s waist, guiding her into the rhythm.

“I didn’t think you were the dancing type,” Beth teased, her voice almost lost in the thrum of the music as she leaned in. She smiled at the girls touch as she leaned in slighter closer to the girl, mouth near her ear so she could hear her, hot breath against the side of her neck,

“Guess you don’t know me that well then.”

Beth’s breath hitched slightly as she felt the girl lean in closer to her, her breath fanning over her neck sending a shiver down her spine.

“Yeah” She spoke out, her voice breathy, her grip on the girl's hips tightening as she spoke, pulling her a little closer to her. Beth looked into the girls eyes, as they danced together, her eyes fluttered down to the girls lips before glancing back up at her, her hand came around her neck as she swayed against each other. Y/n felt the girl’s hand come up to her neck,

No turning back now

She could sense Rafe’s eyes burning holes into her as he observed from the sideline, leant against the wall and holding a beer bottle in his hand. He watched closely as the two girls danced together, a mix of surprise and jealousy rushing through him as he observed their body’s moving closely together, their hands all over each other. He squeezed the beer bottle tight in his grip.

Y/n leant slightly closer to the girl, faces inches away from each other,

“Having fun?”

Beth let out a soft breath as the girl leaned in closer to her. Her head and body felt fuzzy, her face flushed slightly,

“So much fun,” she spoke out, her eyes flickering down to the girls lips once again before coming back up to look into her eyes, “You?”

“Could be having more fun..”

She whispered out suggestively to the girl, only she could hear due to their close distance to one another, everyone else’s hearing muffled by the loud thrumming of the music. Beth’s breath hitched a little as she heard the girl’s seductive whisper, her body reacting to the girl's words, skin tingling under her touch. They were standing so close together, her body inches away, their faces almost touching as they swayed along with the music.

“Oh yeah?” Beth replied, mimicking the girl’s alluring tone, the alcohol fueling her desire,

“What did you have in mind?”

“Mmm - you know what I mean” Y/n said, her hand reaching up to the girl’s chin holding her closer to her own face. Beth’s heart rate quickened as the girl's hand went to her chin, her touch feeling like sparks on her skin.

“Do I?” She spoke back, feigning innocence as her gaze flickered down to the girl's lips. Y/n shook her head gently at the girl’s mockery, pulling herself closer to her lips now millimetres away still giving the girl a chance to pull away, she could feel Beth’s warm breath against her lips. The music lowered slightly, waiting for the beat to drop. She could feel her heart beating against her chest slightly harder now.

I’m gonna win

Y/n’s nose was now gently bumping against the girls, her breath fanning across her face. Beth reached her hands up, placing them on the girls hips, holding her in place as she waited for her next move. Y/n could feel Rafe’s angry gaze but she wasn’t pulling away now, not when she was so close.

Rafe’s jaw was clenched as he watched the girls so close together, his knuckles going white from how hard he was holding onto the beer bottle in his hand. He was pissed but he couldn’t look away, his eyes stuck on them as he watched the scene unfolding in front of him.

Y/n finally pushed herself closer to the girl, lips pressing against her’s.

The room seemed to blurr, the only thing she was focused on was the girls lips as they kissed, tasting sweet like sugar and alcohol. Her hand slid into the girl's hair, pulling her closer against her as their mouths worked together. Beth let out a soft gasp as the girl's hand slid into her hair, pulling her closer to her body, their mouths moving together in sync. Her arms suddenly came up, wrapping around the girl's waist desperately, pulling her flush up to her body, their hips pressing together. Y/n couldn’t resist the urge to open her eyes. She peered past the girl as she continued to work the girl’s lips against her own, tilting her head slightly.

Her eyes locked with Rafe.

He was glued to the sight in front of him. His fists clenching by his side bottle now thrown somewhere across the room, heart racing wildly in his chest. He watched as the girls kissed, their bodies close, hips pressed against one another, their eyes closed, lost in one another. It was like a car wreck, he couldn’t look away, he didn’t want to look away, even though he felt an anger burning inside him. But the anger didn’t feel like it was just about losing. No matter how much he tried to tell himself it was just that, the bitterness in his chest didn’t go away. The music surrounding him was muffled, his focus on them, the way Beth’s hands roamed over y/n’s body, sliding over her shoulder blades, moving over her back down, down down to her- The sight of it gnawed at him, twisting something deep in his gut.

It wasn’t just about the bet anymore. It was something deeper.

I don’t care. It’s just a bet.

As he turned away harshly bumping into someone as he stormed away from the room, heading towards the entrance. He tried to push the thought down, but it was too late. He was already drowning in a truth he wasn’t ready to face.

Y/n could hear the girl whimpering under her, but she couldn’t draw her eyes away from Rafe. She felt a fire burning in her stomach and she didn’t know what was going on. She noticed the way the boy had suddenly turned away from them, causing her to pull away from the girl with a gentle breath. Looking over her flushed face, a smile appearing on her lips at the sight. Beth was breathing heavily as the girl pulled away from her, their lips disconnecting with a soft sound. She let out a soft chuckle, her eyes roaming over the girls face, noticing her eyes no longer held the glint they had when the song first started,

“You okay?” She spoke out, lifting her hand and brushing the girl’s hair out of her face.

“Yeah…yeah I’m good pretty girl.” She spoke out cheekily as she moved her hand down resting it on the girl's waist. Although she’d won the bet with Rafe, and it’s not that she didn’t enjoy her little moment with Beth, she felt a spark of guilt in her stomach. A pink hue spread across Beth’s cheeks as the girl’s fingers lightly rested on her waist. She let out a soft laugh at the girl's nickname. She tilted her head, looking at her face, she could still tell something wasn’t quite right. Y/n’s eyes looked behind the girl, her gaze lifted up to the clock on the wall; 1:17.

When did it get late?

She needed to go, well she didn’t really but she could’ve sworn that her father said he had a meeting he wanted her to attend with him so she knew she needed to get back to be able to wake in the morning. Besides, she needed an excuse to find Rafe. She let out a small sigh looking down to the girl,

“Look I’ve had fun but-”

“But?” She questioned softly, her fingers gently squeezing the girl's hips, holding her in place.

“I need to get going.” Y/n spoke out hand falling off the girl’s waist.

“Oh..okay” Beth tried to sound unbothered, but a hint of disappointment was clear in her tone.

“Sorry baby.” She pouted jokingly at the girl trying to lighten the mood, she couldn’t deny that she felt a little bad. Beth didn’t try to stop the smile that spread across her lips at the girl's words.

“Yeah yeah, don’t apologize” She chuckled softly, her hands releasing the girls hips unwillingly. “See you around Beth.” She spoke out with a wink to the girl before turning away. As she threaded her way through the people still milling about, her body brushed against others, but it all felt distant as she made her way to the front door of the house.

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Stepping foot through the front doors she looked around at the littered cars in the drive. Her eyes landed on Topper's car, where Rafe stood leaning against the car hood pulling on his vape, puffing it out into the air around him, the wispy clouds of smoke drifting from his mouth into the air and dispersing. Her steps were slightly wobbly as she walked down towards the car, but she couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol she’d consumed throughout the night or from the adrenaline of the situation she’d put herself into. The closer she got she saw Topper and Kelce already in the car, passing each other a joint as they laughed in the smoky car. Rafe glanced up as he heard footsteps, his eyes landing on the girl walking towards them. He couldn’t help but scan his eyes over her body, her hair disheveled. He pushed himself off the car a little, watching her intently as she approached the car, taking a long draw from the vape in his hand.

“I won.” She spoke out the closer she got.

His jaw ticked slightly at her words as his eyes narrowed. His head was still swimming with a mixture of anger from watching the girls together,

“Good for you,” He replied bluntly, sarcasm dripping from his tone, “get in the car.”

Y/N blinked, taken aback slightly by his response. Her eyebrows furrowed, a flicker of confusion crossing her face.

What’s his problem?

She had won, hadn’t she? So why was he acting like this?

“What you jealous… loser?” She replied mockingly with a smirk on her face, assuming that he must be angry that he’d lost the bet, being oh so cocky at the beginning of the night. His eyes narrowed further as his anger spiked again,

“Jealous?” He let out a scoff, his hands crossing over his chest. “Hardly” He glanced over at her again, “She’s a slut anyways she’d get with anyone.”

“Right.” She spoke out as she rolled her eyes at his spitefulness, starting to get irritated by the boy's behaviour, she'd always reprimand him when he degraded woman infront of her. Opening the doors and sliding into the back shutting the doors behind her. He pulled himself up into the car sitting next to her she leaned over to him speaking tauntingly,

“Can’t wait to see you jumping into the pond.”

Rafe closed his eyes hand coming up to rub down his face.

Shit

He’d forgotten about the dumbass punishment that they’d set up, and he was so positive he was going to win. He’d gotten so riled up about Beth… - about y/n, that he’d forgotten about it. Of course he was dreading the thought of jumping into the cold pond. He cursed himself for making the stupid bet with her. Rafe let out a sigh, he knew he was going to have to do it,

“Yeah yeah, I know” He spoke out, his voice laced with frustration.

“Let’s do it now.” Y/n spoke out challengingly as she looked to the boy holding eye contact, Topper having already pulled out the house's drive and the car now moving along the road. Rafe’s eyes widened a little at her words, caught off guard. His eyes continued to hold her gaze as he considered her words. He would have to do it eventually, it might as well be now.

“Alright.” Topper listening to the two in the back seats, made his way towards the golf course as he spoke out to the brown haired boy,

“Can’t wait to see this shit man.” Kelce laughed along in agreement.

Rafe rolled his eyes as he heard Topper and Kelce’s words. He’d already made the stupid bet with the girl, the last thing he needed was to hear them chime in with their idiotic comments. He let out a frustrated breath as he mentally prepared himself.

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The four walked towards the large pond, sat out the front of the golf course before the gates to the entrance. Topper and Kelce walked up front laughing to each other, Kelce drunk from their night out so he was finding everything incredibly funny. Shadows stretched over the grass, and the occasional rustle of the trees added to the stillness of the late hour. Y/n walked beside Rafe, she glanced over at him, but he wasn’t looking at her—his eyes were fixed ahead, she couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something had shifted between them tonight.

Does me winning bother him that much…?

Rafe couldn't believe he was going to go through with this. He gritted his teeth as they neared the water’s edge, trying to block out the sounds of Kelce’s stupid commentary in front of him. As he walked beside y/n, he felt her gaze on him, her eyes roaming over his face. He kept his eyes forward, determined to get the punishment over with.

“Are you mad I won…?” She spoke out breaking the tense silence between them as they neared the pond, the two other boys already out on the small wooden dock it had. Rafe pursed his lips at her question, the silence between them deafening for a few seconds before he spoke,

“No”

He spoke out bluntly, refusing to meet her eyes as he continued walking. Technically it wasn’t a lie, he wasn’t mad..exactly. He was frustrated and annoyed, the feeling in his stomach twisting again at the thought of her and Beth together. His face was set in a firm expression. Yes okay, he was mad. Angry that she’d won, angry that he was stupid enough to make the bet. Angry that he couldn’t stop thinking about how she’d kissed Beth.

“Don’t lie to me.” She responded, still staring at him waiting for his response. She knew him too well. His body tensed as she spoke again, telling him to not lie to her. Despite knowing her well, he still wasn’t ready to have this conversation with her. He couldn’t admit to her how much seeing her with the girl had bothered him, he didn’t even fully understand why.

“I’m not fucking lying” He spoke out, his tone coming out frustrated, his jaw practically set in stone as he still refused to meet her eyes. She watched as the boy walked away from her after he spoke, hands coming to pull his polo up over his head, leaving him shirtless. His chest was lit by the moonlight, the wood creaking underneath him as he walked to the edge. The two boys stood in front of her already laughing at the boy who was about to jump in. But she wasn’t. She didn’t know why. She watched as his fingers worked at his belt, pulling the dark leather out the buckle letting it loose. She had to pull her eyes away from his figure, her breath hitching slightly in her throat.

Stop

Rafe’s shirt landed on the dock as he worked on the buttons and zip of his pants. As he loosened them, his gaze flickered over to y/n, noticing her eyes on him. He wasn’t sure if it was from the light, but something in her expression looked off. He quickly pushed his confusion aside as he focused on getting it over and done with. She heard his belt and trousers hit the wood of the pier. She assumed he was about to jump in, having slipped his shoes and socks off. She heard him mumbling a ‘fucking hate you’ under his breath. She clenched her jaw slightly as she looked at him, tanned skin illuminated by the moonlight which glinted off the pond water.

Rafe stood at the edge of the pier in nothing but his boxers. His feet ached from the hard wood under them, his body shivering from the cold night air. He could hear the boys behind him laughing as he prepared to jump into the cold water. He took a shaky breath as he steeled himself, the water below looking darker than he’d originally anticipated.

Fuck this

“Hey Rafe!” Topper called out from where they stood a couple feet away from him,

“It’s a skinny dip,” he continued waiting for the boy's reaction.

“Yeah get naked man!” Kelce shouted out to him cackling loudly, having to hold onto Topper's shoulder to stop himself from falling over from his laughter.

Rafe tensed as he heard Topper call out to him again. He was already dreading the cold as it was without the need for a “skinny dip”. He let out a frustrated breath as Kelce chimed in too, the boy laughing so hard he could hardly stand straight. He knew there was no way of getting out of it now without them calling him a pussy for the rest of the week.

“I’m getting there.” He spoke out, his voice coming out strained. Y/n watched from behind the boys as Rafe huffed out angrily at their comments, biting her lower lip in anticipation. His hands moved to the elastic band of his boxers, gripping them as he ignored the boy's continuing laughter and comments. He took another shaky breath as he pulled the them off, standing naked at the edge of the dock. He could already feel the cold air on his skin. The night was dark but y/n could still make the boys figure out in the distance.

When did he get so chiseled…

She swallowed, her mouth now becoming dry. Her chest felt weird as she watched him, she had to pull her eyes away looking suddenly down at the ground. Topper and kelce were chanting in front of her but she couldn’t bring herself to join in, her voice lost in her throat,

“Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump!”

The loud splash caught her attention as she looked up, the boy no longer standing on the edge of the dock, the three of them walked down , Topper and Kelce cheering as they looked into the water, y/n joining them. Rafe quickly popped his head out of the water, letting out a loud gasp at the cold as he tried to blink the water from his eyes. The two cheered as he rose to the surface. The girl bit her lip gently, as she looked at the boy, his hair wet, some of it stuck to his face, the tip of his nose slightly red from the cold water and his cheeks flushed, he looked so…. She cleared her throat as she spoke up,

“I'd say we’re even now.”

Rafe pushed his hair out of his face, shivering a little as he treaded water in the pond. He looked up at the three figures standing by the edge of the dock, seeing their faces peering down to him,

“Yeah, I guess we are.” He called back up to them, his voice a little raspy, he could feel the cold water lapping against him, already freezing his body. Y/n took a step back as the two boys bent down to help the boy up out of the water. She turned her back as she stood a couple steps back, giving the boy a chance to put his boxers back on. She could hear the two whooping and clapping him on the back. She bit her lip as she squeezed her eyes shut trying to calm her beating heart.

What was in that tequila…

With the help of the boys he managed to climb back up onto the dock, his body still wet and shivering from the cold as the air hit his skin. He quickly grabbed his boxers from off the ground, putting the on before he looked back up to see y/n standing with her back to him. She turned around as the other two boys walked past her, speaking out about how they were going to warm up the car so they could get going, not wanting to get caught at the golf course at such late hours. She shook her head to them as they left the two alone, she turned around looking at the boy who stood there in his boxers. Rafe took a breath in, his body still shivering from the cold. He pushed his hair out of his face, wet from the water, looking over to the girl who was watching him, her face still flushed,

“You’re blushing.” He stated out, noticing the pink which brushed upon her cheeks. She cleared her throat as she spoke, she knew he was most likely right,

“I’m cold.” She watched as he bent down pulling up his pants and slipping his shoes back on. His chest was still specked with water, the drips sliding down his pecs, running down to his stomach, curving around his belly button and getting lost at the start of his happy trail.

Oh-

Her sight was cut off as he pulled up his pants over his hips, zipping them up and starting to do up the belt. She looked away, eyes darting to the water which had a silvery sheen across the surface due to the moonlight. Rafe was still shivering from the cold, his body covered in a light layer of goosebumps. He noticed how her eyes flickered over his bare chest. He knew her stare was lingering on his chest, water still making his skin glisten. He tried to ignore the feeling of her gaze on him, as he quickly buttoned his pants.

“I’m freezing my ass off” He grumbled as he quickly did the zip and started to buckle the belt.

“Here.” She spoke out as she took off the small cardigan that she had left in Topper's car when they first got to the party, slipping it on her on the drive here. She pulled it off her arms holding it up to him, offering something he could wipe himself with.

“You sure?” He took a step forward, taking the cardigan from her. Their fingers brushed slightly as he did so, sending a small shiver up his spine from the still coldness of her hands.

Soft

“Yeah.” She hummed out as she pulled back slightly letting him take the material from her hands. He took the cardigan from her, gripping it in his fingers, quickly rubbing his damp chest and stomach with it to try and dry himself up. He could smell her perfume on the material as he wiped his neck and face, the light intoxicating scent filling his nose. The fabric felt soft to the touch as he quickly dried himself off and he didn’t want to pull away from it. He used the material to pat at the small drops of water still left on his hair. She had to bite her tongue as she watched him using the material to absorb the drops of water still left on his skin. He couldn’t help but notice her watching him. Her gaze was fixed, taking in his every move even as he rubbed the fabric over his skin to dry it. Her lips were parted slightly, almost as if she was holding back words from passing them. He tried not to think too much into it, despite the strange tightening in his chest as he caught her looking at him.

“Thanks.” He spoke out as he lowered the cardigan, folding it in his hands now that he’d finished using it. He turned his head slightly, his gaze landing on y/n who was still watching him, her expression unreadable.

She looked down to the floor where his polo lay, squatting down to pick it up, losing her balance slightly due to her heels and gently landing on her knees in front of him, she leant over grabbing the material.

His breathing got caught slightly in his throat as she looked up at him, her eyes meeting his from where she was knelt on the floor in front of him. Looking up to the boy she was caught off guard as he looked down from her, the position they were in suddenly feeling awfully intimate, her mind drifting to another situation where they could be in the same position. His mind spun for a brief moment as he fought with the thoughts, clenching his jaw as he forced himself to keep his tongue in check, not wanting to say something he shouldn't. She cleared her throat slightly as she held up the polo shirt to him.

Oh-

Rafe’s eyes dropped down to the polo shirt held up to him, before flicking back up to her face. He could still barely stop the thoughts of her on her knees in front of him, the sight of her flushed cheeks only making the image more prominent in his mind. He took a shaky breathe to try and calm his mind as he mumbled out,

“Thanks” He managed to keep his voice steady somehow as she pushed herself up from the floor, he quickly slipped the polo top over his head, the feeling of the fabric covering his skin helping to bring himself back to reality. He still couldn’t help his gaze lingering on her as they stood in front of each other, her flushed cheeks still present on her face.

“We should-” She spoke, gesturing back to the car where Topper and Kelce had gone. He nodded his head in response, not trusting himself to speak as his thoughts about the girl in front of him still continued to race through his mind, thoughts that he shouldn’t be thinking, certainly not about his best friend.

“Yeah, we should” He managed to choke out, his voice a little raspy as he threw her cardigan onto his shoulder, keeping it there as they walked down the dock. Walking side by side y/n had to steady her breathing.

What’s going on?

Rafe was her best friend and now she was starting to question herself. Why did she suddenly feel like she wanted to just reach out and k- a gasp fell past her lips. Her heel had sunk into the grass causing her to lose her footing, falling forward slightly.

Rafe had been struggling to keep his thoughts in check. The images of her knelt on the floor in front of him had been burned into his mind and he couldn’t seem to shake it. Rafe froze as he heard the noise come out of y/n mouth. He had only been a step ahead when he heard it, instinctively stopping in place and turning around at the sound. He just managed to see her lose her balance as she lurched forward, her heel getting stuck in the wet grass. Rafe’s hands were quick to reach out and catch her, steadying her as she fell forwards into him

“You ok?” He quickly asked, concern clear in his voice as he held her by her arms, holding her steady. Her breath hitched in her throat as she held her hands against the boys chest steadying herself, his hands firmly holding her arms,

“Yeah my heel,” she spoke out slightly breathless. Rafe didn’t miss the way her breath hitched, or the way her hands gently pushed against his chest. His heart hammered in his ribcage as he realized how close they were, one of his hands now holding her by the waist to steady her as the other stayed on her arm. He didn’t even fully register what he was doing as he mumbled out,

“You good now?”

She looked at the boy, they were so close, her hands against his chest, his face not so far away. She shook her head, knowing if she tried to speak her voice would betray how she was feeling. His hand at her waist seemed to have a mind of its own as it gripped her a bit tighter, holding her close to him. His gaze was flickering from her eyes to her mouth, taking in their proximity. She noticed his eyes flicker down to her lips, her heart beating heavily against her chest. The thoughts of the girl racing through his mind again as he looked down at her.

The anger from earlier had shifted, a twist of something darker buried deep in his chest. Even now as he denied it, the realisation was already there, jealousy burning in the back of his mind, his jaw locked so hard it hurt. It wasn’t about the bet, it never was.

It was about Y/N.

The fact that she had her lips on someone else.

Someone that wasn't him.

This is your best friend…

This is wrong…

He was fully aware they were crossing a line, the wrong line. Y/n was his best friend, the last person he should be staring at like this. She’d probably slap him if she had any idea what was going on in his mind right now, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her flushed cheeks and pink lips, looking so enticing in the dim light. He couldn’t fully stop himself as his gaze continued to flicker down, not even truly aware of the fact that he was slowly leaning closer to her. His body was acting on autopilot, his brain screaming at him to stop but his body too fixated on her mouth. Her lips looked pink and soft, just a few inches from his. He could already picture what they would feel like against his...

HONK! HONK!

The sound echoed through the empty golf court and took y/n out of the trance she was in. She pulled away from Rafe slightly, hands falling off his chest as she noticed Topper's car. Lifting her leg out of the grass she pulled her heel free. Rafe had to force himself to step back to give her space. He was almost desperate to reach out and pull her back to him, not wanting the moment to end, but the sound of the car coming down the gravel brought him back to his senses.

What the fuck is wrong with you

He shoved his hands into his pockets, clenching and unclenching his fingers to try and calm himself down, his heartbeat still racing from the moment they’d just shared.

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The car door shut behind her as she sat into the seat at the back, Topper's music already playing through the speakers; the boy speaking out to Rafe the moment he’d got into the car, but their conversation was muffled as her mind flickered back to what just happened. She stared out the window at the scenery flying past them as they moved through Figure 8. She couldn’t bring herself to look at the boy. She- She just needed to get home to clear her head

Fuck me

Rafe sat in his seat, eyes locked onto the back of the headrest in front of him. He’d almost let himself do something incredibly fucking dumb. It was so wrong to look at y/n like he had, to think of her in the way he was now. They’d been friends for years, they’d never been anything else, but still he couldn’t get rid himself of her on her knees, it was still all he could see behind his closed eyelids. The feeling of their chests touching engraved in his mind.

As Topper pulled up outside her house she straightened in her seat slightly thanking the boy and saying goodbye to him and Kelce who were now in their own conversation. Just as she was about to get out she turned to Rafe sitting next to her, her gaze drifting down to her baby pink cardigan which was still held in his hand.

“Keep it for now.” She spoke with a small smile on her face.

His gaze immediately shot over to her as she turned to him, his heart fluttering in his chest, it was like he’d come up for air just at the sound of her voice. His hand subconsciously gripped the material of the pink cardigan. He nodded in response as he replied softly,

“Yeah, ok.”

“Night Rafey.” She said gently as she shuffled out the seat, hand now resting on the car door ready to close it.

“Night Princess.” He replied, the words were out of his mouth before he could even think, the familiar nickname coming to him as easily as if it was second nature.

Nothing was different, nothing had changed.

She closed the doors, the sound of the car got further and further away as she walked back up the stairs of her patio to her house doors. Getting to the door she walked over to the olive tree to the left of the door frame, hand reaching out and picking up a rock, fingers grabbing the spare key under it. Making her way back to the door she stood in front of it, letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding in she rested her forehead against the cold wood closing her eyes.

He’s your best friend.

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a/n: writing this while in my zoom lecture - very self insert-y (reader is a musician - can be anything except drums / i tried to make it as vague as possible!) if i don't meet a drummer and form a band soon i will freak out!!

"what do you think about me learning the drums?"

you jump as clark speaks from behind, shutting the door of your locker for you. "sorry," he laughs. "didn't mean to scare you." he watches as you turn to face him, leaning your back against the closed locker, trying to calm your heartrate. "c'mon, what do you think?" clark grabs two pens out of his shirt pocket, hitting them against your bicep gently, urging you to answer.

"it would be cool," you shrug, trying to fake nonchalance, as if you hadn't just told clark a few days ago about how you always liked musicians.

"that's it? 'it would be cool'?"

"yeah, i don't know. where are you planning to get a drum set from, anyway? they can be expensive."

"my mom was telling me that someone was selling their set, so..." clark sighs, practically shrinking. this is clearly not the answer he was expecting, and that becomes clear quickly. "well, i just thought you'd be more excited. you're always talking about wanting to make music."

"i am excited, don't get me wrong, i just... well, you've never really talked about wanted to play an instrument before. and i can't play drums, so i can't really teach you."

"oh, so you're underestimating me?" clark challenges. "just you wait. a few days and you're gonna be thinking i've been playing for months."

"it's an exercise. not that i'd know, but that's what people say."

"yeah, and? i help my dad with stuff on the farm every day. i can handle it," he says, raising his arm in a half-flex. he pats his arm for emphasis before, putting his arm over your shoulders, dragging you away from the locker. as much as this action drives you a little mad, you can't deny that you wish he was doing it in a romantic way and not to annoy you. "it'll be fun. we can write little songs."

"okay, okay, it would be really cool," you concede, trying to fight back the smile on your face.

"i can see you smiling! i knew you'd be excited." clark drops his arm, poking your side. "you can't fool me. i can already see it—" he starts to set the stage, announcing your name and then using your shoulder as a faux-drum, hitting it with the pens once again. "and their drummer—clark kent!"

"you are so getting ahead of yourself. what if you're bad at the drums, huh? and stop hitting me with these," you laugh, snatching the pens out of his hands.

"come over after dinner," he urges. "i've been saving money anyway, i'm gonna pick up the set after school."

"okay, kent. i'm gonna have to teach you so much musical terminology; you'd better get your listening cap ready." clark rolls his eyes, taking the pens back from your hand, and you try to ignore the way you feel when his hand grazes yours.

"oh, please. i listen to you all the time, i don't need a hat."

#clark kent #clark kent smallville #clark kent x reader #smallville x reader #clark kent is such a drummer #oh to have clark play the drums while i sing my silly little songs and play guitar

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Only Kinda Sorta Hate You

Summary: Your professor asks you to tutor another student for extra credit, and you end up with Bucky, who you hate. Kinda.

Pairing: College!Bucky x College!Female!reader

Genre: Romance, dash of angst

Word count: 5.8k

A/N: I've not written anything in almost a year, but I watched Thunderbolts* recently and it reignited something. I dug this out of my drafts - I am a big fan of 90's rom-coms like She's All That, 10 Things I Hate About You etc.. so just wanted to write something cheesy and sweet

I'm at the library, where are you?

Hello?

chill. i'm on my way

You sighed, tapping your foot impatiently on the carpet, arms folded across your chest. The audacity of this man to keep you waiting whilst you sacrificed your precious time to tutor him. Bucky Barnes, the most ungrateful person you'd ever encountered.

A huff of air escaped from your mouth when you finally spotted his figure in the distance, sunglasses hiding his eyes and a cap shoved on top of his long, messy brown hair. So obnoxious, you thought to yourself.

You almost sighed aloud in frustration when you saw him stop to smile and talk to a pretty blond girl who had been browsing the library shelves, her face flooding pink at the sheer excitement of catching the attention of the college's infamous football captain.

As if Bucky could hear your mental cursing, he waved his fingers at the girl and continued on. Everything about him radiated confidence, from the way he held himself to his purposeful stride. When he got closer, he whipped his shades off and tucked them into the front pocket of his t-shirt, but the hat stayed on.

"Alright, I'm ready. Tutor me," he said, cracking a smile as you glowered at him.

"Follow me," you said sternly, turning on your heel and marching towards one of the study rooms that you had reserved.

He followed closely, humming a tune as you muttered under your breath. If it wasn't for the promised extra credit from your math professor, you swore you would never subject yourself to spending time with him. Not that you exactly ran in the same circles, anyway. In fact, before two weeks ago, you weren't even sure Bucky was aware of your existence.

As soon as you were both seated and you'd spread out your materials - textbooks, calculators, stationery, and a whiteboard - Bucky leaned back in his chair and studied your face.

"You don't like me very much, do you?" he asked finally.

You cracked a wry smile at that. "You don't miss a thing, do you?"

"What have I done?" he asked innocently, clearly fighting back a smile. He seemed to enjoy how easily he irritated you.

"Let's see. You're always late, you don't respect my time, you never take this tutoring seriously - "

"Woah," he interrupted. "It's only been a couple of weeks, cut me some slack. I'll do better, I promise." He cleared his throat and took off the cap, running his fingers through his hair. He was enjoying this.

You took a deep breath and pinned on the most artificial smile you could muster. You could be cordial... you think.

It was going to be a long semester.

Are we still good for this afternoon?

can't sorry. football practice

"See!" you exclaimed indignantly, shoving your phone into Wanda's face. "See how blasé he is about his education?"

Wanda shrugged, plaiting her silky red hair. "He did get in on a football scholarship, to be fair."

"But he's flunking math," you retorted. "And Professor Wilson asked me to tutor him. If he fails the next exam, that's going to reflect badly on me."

You, Wanda and Yelena had been in the middle of lunch in the dining hall when you had decided to check in on Bucky, seeing as he had proven to be extremely flaky so far. It frustrated you to no end.

"Are you mad that he's going to do bad in the exam, or did you just want to spend time with him?" Yelena asked with a mischievous smile, knowing fully how much that would set you off.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, c'mon," Wanda chimed in, quickly catching on. "He's cute, he's funny, who wouldn't want to spend hours inside a small study room with him?"

"Okay, if you guys even think for a second that I'd be interested in Bucky Barnes-"

"Okay, okay," Yelena said quickly, raising her hands in surrender. "God, it is so easy to get under your skin."

"Just a few more months of this, and it will be over," you said under your breath like a prayer.

"Here."

A coffee cup was unceremoniously placed in front of you the second Bucky Barnes stepped into the room. You could hear the liquid sloshing about as you stared up at him.

The first thought that reached your head, annoyingly, was how good he looked today. He was wearing a white vest beneath an unbuttoned blue linen shirt, the color complimenting his bright eyes.

"What's this?"

"I thought you were smart," Bucky quipped, smirking. "Coffee. Oat mocha. To apologize for blowing you off last time."

"Uh - thanks," you said, taken aback at the gesture. Your brows furrowed. Oat mocha. How did he know?

"You had that last time we met up, so I went with it," he said, as if he could read your thoughts.

"Right. Thanks," you said, almost stumbling over your words. He had totally caught you off guard.

No, you scolded yourself mentally. You would not let yourself become one of those simpering girls that fawned over his feet. You would be civil, sure, but don't you dare start staring at his tousled hair and think about how soft the strands would feel between your fingers -

"So, what we learning today?" Bucky cracked his knuckles, interrupting your thoughts. Thank God.

"You know, I don't know much about you," Bucky said suddenly one evening.

"What does that have to do with calculus?" you asked dryly.

Bucky rolled his eyes. "Can you relax a bit? Would it kill you to talk about something other than math?"

"Fine," you said, surrendering. Even you had to admit that you were getting bored with talking math. "What do you want to know?"

"Favorite movie?"

You raised an eyebrow. Seriously?

"10 Things I Hate About You. Next."

Bucky burst out laughing, the noise rippling through the room. The blood rushed to your cheeks.

"Sorry, sorry - I'm not laughing at you."

"Oh, is there somebody else in the room I can't see?" You were defensive at Bucky cracking up at your movie choice. "I like corny rom-coms, okay?"

"Okay, okay," Bucky said, tapping his pen on his notepad with a grin. "I've never watched it, but okay, I'm sure it's a great cinematic masterpiece."

"What's your favorite movie?" you shot back.

"Oldboy," he said quickly. "The original Korean version, not the terrible American remake."

That was a pretty good movie, you thought internally before Bucky was firing off the next question.

"Cats or dogs?"

"Dogs," you answered easily.

Bucky pulled a face.

"Oh, c'mon. Dogs are so much better than cats!" you exclaimed.

"No way. Cats are self-sufficient, independent. Dogs are too...clingy," he settled on the word like it was worst thing in the world.

You rolled your eyes, fighting the small smile threatening to spread on your lips. You hated to admit that you were actually growing to enjoy his company.

"Okay, enough of this - back to calculus," you said, trying to sound stern.

Later that night, as you were lying in bed, you suddenly received a text.

just watched your favorite movie

You blinked at the screen, surprised at the unexpected message. You hesitated before sending a casual response.

And? What did you think?

Twenty seconds passed.

not the worst movie in the world, i guess

This time, you really couldn't stop the smile that blossomed on your face.

You guess it could be said that you and Bucky had reached a truce. Not that he even knew you were waging an unfair prejudice against him from the start - you admitted to yourself that you had misjudged him. He wasn't so bad, and he was no longer flaking on you as often for your tutoring sessions.

One evening, as you both prepared to leave the library and go back to your respective dorms, you were surprised by a sudden onslaught of rain.

"Freak storm," Bucky commented as you both stood in the open doorway, unwilling to step out into the icy rain first.

"Great," you groaned. You were hungry and wanted to go get some food, but you had forgotten your umbrella and you really did not want to catch a cold this close to exam season.

In your peripheral, you could see Bucky start to peel off his leather jacket. You turned to him, perplexed as he thrust it into your arms.

"Here. Use this," he said simply. "See you tomorrow." He all but dove into the rain, the water pelting him immediately and soaking his hair and clothes.

You watched him sprint off across the quad, trying not to notice how his t-shirt was beginning to cling to his back. You clutched his jacket in your fingers, oddly touched.

"Snap out of it," you told yourself sternly even as your chest began to feel the warmth of something not totally unfamiliar. You held the jacket over your head as a shield and quickly ran out of the library and towards your dorm, trying to ignore the fondness that was growing inside you.

The next day, you returned his jacket, thanking him for it bashfully.

"It smells like you," he said suddenly. You looked at him in time to see him swallow and shrug, like he was embarrassed he said anything.

Do I smell bad? you thought, suddenly paranoid.

"Sorry?" you said awkwardly.

Later that evening, your phone buzzed with a text.

smells like vanilla

Slowly but surely, your tutoring sessions with Bucky were turning into less studying, more chatting. You had both developed a little habit of bringing your favorite snacks for the other to try, and had started to rank them on a virtual leader board on Bucky's phone.

"All right, what do we have today?" Bucky grinned as you walked into the room, tipping the bag of goodies onto the table.

"I'm definitely taking the lead with this one," you said triumphantly. "My homemade chocolate chip cookies."

Bucky snorted, trying to suppress his smile. He picked up one of the individually packaged cookies that you had lovingly placed into it's own cellophane pouch. He couldn't deny that this was extremely endearing.

"Aw, c'mon. Chocolate chip cookies? Basic," he smiled as he rushed to unwrap one of them.

"They are the best," you said confidently. "Nothing wrong with keeping it simple."

You watched as he ate half of the cookie in a single bite, eyebrows raising as he chewed. He leaned back in his chair.

"Okay. Damn, that is good."

You laughed, pulling out your textbooks and settling down opposite him.

"You like to bake?"

"Mm-hm," you nodded. "When I can. It's my love language"

You realized what you had said a beat too late, your eyes widening and cheeks flushing.

"I mean - I like baking for my friends and family," you spluttered, trying to play it down.

Bucky didn't seem phased, raising an eyebrow.

"I must be pretty damn special then."

You were in trouble. Big, big trouble.

You weren't stupid or ignorant to your own feelings. You knew exactly how Bucky made you feel whenever you were in the same room together. You knew how your heart skipped a beat when your phone lit up with a text from him. You knew how your skin tingled whenever he stepped close to you, arms brushing against each other as he worked over yet another math problem.

You knew how much harder it was becoming to not get distracted by the intensity on his face sometimes, how pieces of his thick brown hair sometimes fell in front of his eyes. You fingers itched to sweep them back.

Oh god. It was such a cliche. You had totally fallen head over heels for him.

"How did I not see this coming?" you groaned into your pillow as you lay back on your bed, Yelena and Wanda observing your distress for 'emotional support', as they had put it.

"What's the big deal? You like him, so what?" Yelena asked, tossing popcorn back into her mouth.

"Do you know how it feels to like someone and not be able to do anything about it?"

"So do something about it," Wanda said, tilting her head at you. "Just tell him how you feel."

"No, because then he'll reject me, and then it'll be super awkward between us, and then we'll never speak again," you rambled. You could see it now. The awkwardness on Bucky's face as you confessed to him, as many girls had done so before.

Women fawned over him. Why would you be any different in his eyes?

But were they right? Should you just bite the bullet and tell him how you felt? What if maybe - just maybe - there was a chance he felt the same way?

Sometimes you felt like he might. Whenever he flirted with you, or paid you a compliment. But then again, he flirted with everybody - every ounce of him oozed with charisma. It was just in his nature to easily charm people.

But there were other moments, too. The way he carried your books when he could tell they were too heavy. The way he never, ever forgot to bring you a coffee and a sweet treat, too. The way he looked at you sometimes when you were explaining the solution to a math problem, like he was just focused on your face and wasn't even listening to your words.

If you lived in a rom-com, this would be exactly how things were supposed to pan out. Awkward girl falls for popular guy, and is shocked when he returns her feelings.

Except, well, this wasn't a rom-com. Bucky Barnes was most definitely out of your league.

You and Bucky were having lunch together out on the quad, taking advantage of the beautiful May weather. It was an impromptu picnic after a study session - the sun was shining hard and Bucky's football practice had been cancelled. He had bought sandwiches for the both of you and suggested eating them at the foot of one of the huge trees that dotted the grounds.

You were still battling your indecision about telling him how you felt, but for now, you'd just enjoy his company. He looked so handsome today, sunglasses perched on his face as he tilted his head up toward the sky, a soft smile on his lips.

Your phone rang suddenly, knocking you out of your reverie. It was a new friend you had made recently during a beginners' sparring class that Yelena had dragged you to.

"Hey, Cam," you said lightly.

"Hey!" she exclaimed brightly on the other end of the phone. "What are you and Yelena doing tonight? You wanna come hang out with me and my roommates for dinner?"

"Sure, what time?" you responded eagerly.

She told you the details and when you hung up, Bucky was staring at you curiously.

"Got asked to dinner," you said, shrugging.

"Oh," Bucky said, face neutral.

"Made a new friend recently - Cam. Been spending so much time together which has been so fun, actually," you hummed, taking a bite of your sandwich.

"Right."

A few moments of silence passed in which Bucky said nothing, which was completely uncharacteristic of him.

"You okay?" you asked finally.

He cleared his throat, finishing off his sandwich in a few large bites. He stood up suddenly, patting his shirt down to brush off any food crumbs.

"Yeah. Hey, I just remembered - I promised Steve I'd go to the gym with him this afternoon."

"Oh, sure," you said, thrown off by the sudden change in his attitude. "Have fun.”

"Thanks. I'll see you around, yeah?"

You barely had time to respond before he had turned his back to you and was walking away, without giving you so much as a second glance.

Bucky called you out of the blue whilst you were having breakfast. You felt embarrassed to take the call in front of Wanda and Yelena, but it was too late - Yelena had seen his name flash up and quickly swiped the answer button, shoving the phone up to your ear.

"Hello?" you said as you glared at her. Yelena shoved a piece of toast into her mouth with a grin.

"Hey. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but we can't hang out today," Bucky said on the other end.

"I'm tutoring you, we're not hanging out," you reprimanded, still wishing he'd take it a bit more seriously. "And why is that?"

"I have a date."

Despite yourself, you felt your face fall. Wanda cocked her head at you, curious.

"Oh. Great," you said flatly. "Okay." The disappointment that grew in your chest was truly unexpected and painful.

"I'll text you later to reschedule, yeah?"

"Whatever," you said shortly, trying to ignore the acidic feeling in your chest. "Bye." You hung up abruptly, slamming your phone a little too hard onto the table.

"What was that all about?" Yelena asked.

"Nothing," you muttered.

"Didn't sound like nothing," Wanda said, raising an eyebrow.

"He was just calling to cancel our tutoring session for a date."

Wanda and Yelena exchanged pointed glances.

"What?" you snapped.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," you said tersely.

You couldn't even convince yourself.

You felt like Bucky was starting to avoid you.

No, not avoid - you weren't important enough to him for that. Maybe he was just too preoccupied with all these dates with whatever girl he was now seeing.

It started with excuses about football practice. And then football related injuries which meant he just wanted to rest. Then -

just not feeling it today. will let you know when i'm free to reschedule

You didn't even reply to that one. If he didn't want to reach out first, then you weren't going to beg him to let you tutor him.

It stung when he eventually stopped texting, though.

Since you started tutoring him three months ago, you had begun messaging more and more, until eventually it was basically an everyday occurrence. To go from that to basically zero was extremely jarring.

It hurt you more than you wanted to admit.

The feelings grew and grew and reached a crescendo when one evening, after a whole fortnight of zero texts from Bucky and no word of when he wanted to see you again, you bumped into him and his friend outside one of the campus coffee shops. You had been on your way to your morning lectures, and when you spotted his face, you had briefly deliberated ignoring him and continuing to walk. Despite yourself, you found yourself stopping awkwardly, giving him a smile. Even if you felt uncomfortable, you had truly missed him and the sound of his voice.

"Hey Bucky.” You greeted him, trying to keep your tone light and non-accusatory. What you really wanted to say was, why the hell have you not reached out in so long?

You thought you were friends. You really thought he liked being in your company.

"Hey," he said as his friend smiled at you. He introduced you quickly to Steve, who shook your hand like a gentleman.

"How are you doing?" Steve asked politely. You had heard so much from Bucky about his best friend, but this was the first time you had met him in person. Figures, considering he clearly didn't consider you as a friend - why on earth would he have introduced you to his before now?

"She's the girl who's been tutoring me," Bucky said slowly, almost deliberately avoiding eye contact with me, looking down at his to-go cup instead.

You decided to swallow your pride and be more direct.

"Yeah - when are we next doing that, anyway?" You tried to force a smile, to not sound too desperate.

He paused, finally meeting your eyes.

"I actually think I've had enough of the tutoring for now," he said firmly. "I think I need to focus on my football and other stuff."

The unspoken words hung heavy in the air. You knew exactly what he meant. By other stuff, he just meant other girls. He was dating someone now, that much you were sure of, and that meant he simply didn't have time for people like you.

And you really thought…

The pain of rejection rushed through you. It was humiliating, how upsetting it was, how you physically had to take a step back. He probably felt cornered by you, approaching him like this and asking when you’d next meet - you felt embarrassed.

"Right," you said, trying not to let the emotion show on your face. "Okay, sure. See you around, Bucky."

Bucky's lips parted slightly at your torn expression, like he wanted to say something. Rather than give him the chance, you nodded a curt goodbye and hurriedly walked away, wanting to put as much distance between yourselves as possible.

Her name was Sharon.

That was the name of the girl that Bucky had been seeing. You noticed it more and more now, suddenly seeing him, her and Steve everywhere around campus, the most good looking trio of people you had ever seen.

You saw them the moment you stepped into the main campus hall that had been decked out for the summer Golden Hour Gala, a dance that they held every year on the final afternoon before semester officially ended. It was a nice chance to dress up, dance with your friends and have a blast before the students went home for summer.

That was how you ended up here in a midi-floral dress, cream in color and adorned with tiny pink flowers. You had felt pretty cute, but didn't look anywhere near as gorgeous as Sharon did.

Her hair was long and silky, falling down her back like a sheet of gold. She was wearing a long, lilac dress that complimented her figure perfectly.

You had barely wanted to go to this glorified garden party to begin with, but now you were really regretting being here. Especially with how good Bucky looked, casual but sophisticated in a blue shirt and beige chinos, the sun shining directly in his face and making him squint adorably.

You blamed Yelena for pouring you glass after glass of spiked punch, telling you it would cheer you up.

"It's the Russian way!" she screamed delightfully as she tried to coax you and Wanda out on the dance floor.

As the hours passed, you felt yourself growing more and more emboldened. For the past few days, you’d forced yourself to distract yourself from thoughts of Bucky - but here, with him just a mere few feet away and the alcohol breaking down your inhibitions, you felt yourself stewing.

Call it liquid courage, but you felt a renewed confidence (or stupidity, maybe?) when you found yourself marching towards Bucky, who was sitting by himself for the first time that day. Finally, Sharon and Steve weren't flanking him, which made him more approachable as you plopped yourself down onto the seat next to him.

He spoke your name with surprise, like he wasn't expecting to see you. Of course, you had practically turned invisible to him by now.

"Hi," you said, trying to figure out if your speech was slurred or not. You hadn't drank that much, had you? No - you just wanted to know right there and then what his problem was with you.

"Long time no see," he said, his eyes flicking up and down you to appraise your outfit. Hang on - was he checking you out? In your current state of mind, you truly entertained the thought.

"You," you said, punctuating your point with a finger to his chest, "have been avoiding me."

Bucky started at the physical contact, his hand reaching up reflexively to wrap gently around your wrist. You pulled away like you had been shocked with electricity.

"Are you drunk?" he asked, forehead creasing. The teasing smile that you missed oh so much was playing on his lips, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Shit.

"Pfft. No," you said unconvincingly. "I just want to know what your problem is." You paused, unable to stop your voice from wavering. "I thought we were friends."

The expression in Bucky's eyes was almost unreadable, but for a second you thought he looked remorseful. He seemed to pick up on how genuinely upset you were.

"We were - we are," he corrected himself.

"Then why the hell have you not texted me or called me in almost a month?" you cried, fully aware of how desperate you sounded now. But you didn't care - the alcohol did a good at shooing the shame away. You wanted answers. You deserved a proper explanation.

Bucky looked torn.

"Did you ever like me?" you asked quietly. You weren’t sure if he heard.

All of a sudden, you caught a flash of blonde hair in the corner of your eye. You thought it was Sharon, but - thankfully - it was only Yelena, red in the face and totally unstable on her feet.

"What are you doing?" she shouted, totally oblivious to who you were speaking to. She grabbed your hand, trying to pull you up. "C'mon, Cam wants to dance with you."

Bucky straightened his back, the soft look in his eyes dissipating and settling into something colder.

He leaned away from you - you weren't even aware that you were almost touching - and stood up.

"You should go be with your friends,” he said stoically. “Enjoy the rest of your night.” He gave you one last look you just couldn’t decipher before he walked away.

Your heart ached.

Summer break was long and tough. It was arguably the much needed time away from college that you needed to nurse your heartbreak, but if anything, it just made you yearn for Bucky more.

You missed him.

You replayed the events of the last few months in your head over and over again. Where exactly had you gone wrong? What had made Bucky cut you out of his life like that?

Was the whole friendship just a lie?

Even if he didn't return your feelings, or if he was dating Sharon - surely that didn't mean he couldn't be friends with you?

Maybe this whole time you had simply severely overestimated your importance to him.

When the new academic year started, you did your best to avoid him totally. You spent most of your time either in your room, or at the library. Even the latter was bringing up unsavory feelings - the two of you had spent too much time there together, and everything reminded you of him.

You hated feeling this way.

You needed to admit to yourself that this wasn't just a crush you were getting over.

You had fallen in love.

The feeling in your chest, the way your heart constricted at the thought of him, the way his lack of attention tortured you - it was undeniable. You missed having him in your life, you missed your idle daily conversations and simply being in his presence.

You had never fallen in love before. You weren't sure you knew how to get over him.

One thing was for sure - unrequited love was a bitch.

Being emotionally devastated definitely showed in physical ways, too. You weren't getting much sleep, tossing and turning at night plagued with thoughts of Bucky. You weren't eating very well, skipping meals and avoiding spending time with your friends so as to evade having to talk about your feelings.

But, alas, you couldn't ignore the problem forever. You were trudging across campus from one lecture to the next, looking down at your feet. You barely registered your name being called until it came accompanied by a hand waving in front of your face.

And there he was. Of course he looked as good as ever, skin slightly more tanned over summer. He had cut his hair, and it suited him this way as much as it did long, looking totally and utterly gorgeous.

Bucky seemed taken aback at your appearance. You wondered how tired and weary you must've looked.

"Hey. Are you okay?" he asked, a concerned lilt in his voice.

"I'm fine," you lied, taken aback at how his sudden appearance was affecting you. You hadn't had time to brace yourself for it - the object of all your affections and the subject of your every day thought was standing right in front you, whilst you felt and looked like an absolute mess. It was so unfair.

You were horrified when you felt your eyes sting and the corners of your mouth start to tremble.

Oh my god. Do not cry. Do not cry.

"You're not okay," Bucky said suddenly, planting both hands on your shoulders and steering you several feet to the right, to a small alcove near the exterior of the closest building, away from the traffic of the footpath.

"I need to get to class," you blubbered, wanting to get away from him as soon as possible before the tears fell.

Bucky was firm as he shook his head.

"You're upset, and I want to know why," he said resolutely.

"Why do you care?" you snapped suddenly. Bucky was looking blurry in your vision - your eyes were filling with tears. Fuck. This is so embarrassing.

"Because you're crying," he said gently, his eyes staring into yours.

"No I'm not," you said as the first tear fell. You wiped it away, mortified.

"Okay, now you're crying," he said, trying to hold your gaze. "Are you going to tell me what's wrong?"

"Why do you care?" you repeated. "We're not friends - you were very clear about that."

Bucky looked speechless for a second, hands planted on his hips. He reached one out to you, like he wanted to touch you, before thinking better of it and letting it fall to his side.

The way he was looking at you made you feel so damn pitiful. All too suddenly and all at once, the dam broke and the tears were flowing. You were just so sad, and you wished for nothing more that he would be in your life again.

"You made me think that you cared," you sobbed. "I really thought we were friends. Then you just pushed me away like I was nothing, a nobody. Stopped talking to me without any explanation."

Bucky looked sincerely sorry now, looking distressed by your tears. "Please, sweets, don't cry," he said softly.

The affection and tenderness took you aback, only making you cry harder. He was messing with your feelings so much, and you had had enough.

"I really liked you," you spluttered through your tears. To hell with it. You'd already embarrassed yourself enough. “I love you, Bucky. I fell in love with you for the first time ever, and you broke my heart."

Bucky's face dropped as you dug the heels of your hands into your eyes, trying to will the tears to stop.

"You love me?"

You choked through your sobs. "I know you don't feel the same, but -"

"What about your boyfriend?" he interrupted, looking perplexed.

"What boyfriend?" you shot back with equal confusion, finally meeting his eyes.

"Cam?"

Your mouth dropped, speechless for a second.

"Cam is a girl," you squawked.

Bucky ran his fingers through his hair, eyes widening in realisation. "Oh. Oh."

"Is that what this has all been about?" You were bewildered. "You thought I had a boyfriend so you - you what, you just decided not to be friends with me anymore?"

Bucky stared at you what felt like the longest time, though it could only have been a few seconds.

"I liked you too,” he said finally, stepping closer towards you. “I mean - I love you, too.”

The words were barely above a whisper, but they took your breath away. He was holding your gaze so gently, apologies etched into his face.

"I fell in love with you, and I was this close to telling you how I felt. And when I thought you were seeing a guy - Cam," he cringed, now realizing just how badly he'd misunderstood, "I decided to nip things in the bud before my feelings got worse. I know it was selfish to push you away, but it was the only way I knew how to deal with my feelings.”

Hearing the words fall out of his mouth felt like a dream. Had you both really been so stupid this whole time over a couple of misunderstandings?

"You couldn't have asked me directly about whether or not I had a boyfriend?" You were frustrated now, and still in disbelief at the revelation that Bucky actually returned your feelings.

"You didn't tell me how you felt either," Bucky said defensively, before giving you a sheepish grin. "I guess we both suck a little at communicating?"

You had no words, unsure of what to do next as you stared up at him. You wanted to kiss him, hug him, make up for all the lost time where you had both been stupidly avoiding each other.

"Well - what happens now?" you asked quietly.

He reached out, his hand coming at your waist to pull you towards him. "Well. I've been wanting to kiss you for months," he murmured, looking down at your lips. “So that’s a suggestion.”

His other hand reached out to tilt your chin up, leaning closer and closer. You suddenly shot a hand up to his chest, leaning back before your lips could meet.

"What about Sharon?" You absolutely refused to be the other woman in this scenario, your face falling again at the thought of her.

"What about her?" Bucky asked blankly. He paused as the pieces slot into place. "You know she's dating Steve, right?"

"What?"

"She's not my girlfriend. Never was, never will be," he said clearly. "It's always been you. Only you."

That was all your needed to hear before you closed the distance between you, letting yourself melt into the kiss that you had dreamed of for so long. This man actually loved you back - maybe rom-com endings did exist.

When you both pulled back for air, Bucky kissed your forehead tenderly, his lips soft.

"Actually, there is something I need to confess to," he murmured against your skin.

"What?"

"I purposely started doing poorly in math and asked Professor Wilson to get you to tutor me," he said, giving you an embarrassed smile. "I'm not really bad at math. I'm actually really good at math."

You didn't know what shocked you more - this revelation or the fact that -

"Did you just quote Mean Girls to me?"

Bucky cracked your favorite dimpled smile.

"Only for you, sweets."

#bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes #bucky x female reader #bucky angst #sebastian stan #bucky #bucky Barnes fanfiction #Bucky Barnes imagine #Bucky Barnes x you

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swiftsdelucaa · 7 months ago

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Hello!

I was re-watching greys firsts seasons and saw that scene with izzie and george when she hugs him and says "i want you to be happy, if callie makes you happy then go be with callie".

So maybe you could could make a jackson avery finding out that his ex is getting married to alex karev and he feels like his world is falling apart?

Maybe they broke up because he was falling for kepner and she started hanging around with alex and he was like "i would never let you go if you were with me"

Alex and y/n are engame :)

❛ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 ❜

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Alex Karev x reader ♡

𝘼/𝙣: Yes omg sorry I haven't died, I'm lowkey back now 😭 Hope you like it btw !

Since the day you and Alex decided to get married every day seemed to be so good for you. Believing it was still difficult, but indeed it was all real and you were so happy.

Alex Karev getting married? Hell, you must have really changed him. When you and him started to hang around and getting close he made you feel like the luckiest girl ever, which was difficult to believe. It was a moment where you were still feeling so bad from your last relationship.

Jackson had been one of the most important people in your life, of course you couldn't forget it. But he chose someone else. And that hurt you a lot.

You found so much comfort in Alex that actually you didn't even think was possible, but he suddenly became so important to you. At first it wasn't really easy, you knew he wasn't really a people's person, but you found a way with him and he was always the best with you.

The moment where everything started was maybe one of the cutest that you could've never forget. It was a late evening and you both have had a long ass shift; between random but nice talks he couldn't stop listening at you yapping even if he was so tired, he just loved that, he loved every simple little detail of you.

“Damn, I would never let you go if you were with me” those words had came out of his mouth in such a spontaneous way that you finally understood he was the one, well just the one you really needed. And look at you now.

However, the news had already spread in the whole hospital and everyone looked so excited for you two. Everyone but Jackson. You couldn't understand why as you both moved on, yet his reaction was so... cold. You decided not to touch the topic, after all it would have been useless. This was a new chapter of your life that you clearly wanted to enjoy.

When Jackson had heard about you and Alex he couldn't exactly describe what kind of feelings started to manifest inside him. All that you had was perfect and he screwed up everything, he knew that. And right now it seemed like if the idea of you with someone else was unacceptable.

Today you had to scrub in together in a surgery, it didn't bother you that much. Luckily for the whole time in that room everything stayed professional. Just silence and medical talks. Until the end of the operation.

“So” he started as you two were still scrubbing out “You and Karev...”

“What?” he did it. He had started with that and you couldn't believe that.

“Nothing, just... I'm actually happy for you guys. But don't you think you're rushing a bit too much?” he went straight to the point.

“No. He really loves me Jackson, and so do I” you simply replied. You could still feel his gaze on you. “And you are the last person I'd rather to talk about this honestly” you then said.

“I didn't mean anything else with that Y/n, I just want you to be happy. And if Alex makes you happy then go and be with Alex” his tone sounded really honest as he pronounced those words.

“Well, thanks, but I didn't need your permission. Like you didn't need mine to run to Kepner. But what matters now is that we are both happy I guess” you took off your scrub cap. “See you around” was the last thing you told him before leaving the room. As you walked out you let out a deep sighed, thinking about the last five minutes. You and Jackson never had a real conversation after the break up, so this felt almost right. Maybe you needed it.

Jackson watched you leave, knowing well he couldn't do or say anything else. He couldn't accept the fact he was losing you, but he had already lost you.

After your shift was done you came back home to Alex, who was already there. He smiled at you when he saw you walking in and got up from the couch. He greeted you with a soft kiss that you reciprocated. Then he looked at you, noticing a hint of overthinking in your face.

“Is everything ok?” he asked.

You looked at him, your lips curved into a smile as in that moment you were able to forget the whole day. “Yes... Just tired” you gave him another little kiss.

For the rest of the evening you've been laying in bed together and dicussing about some details for the wedding, you two had so many different ideas, but it was funny. That was definitely the best part of the day.

#alex karev #alex karev x reader #alex karev imagine #greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #greys anatomy x reader #greys anatomy imagine #jackson avery #fanfics #my writing

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peachhcs · 8 months ago

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all eyes on you

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

will and samy have to relearn how to be in a relationship together on top of will's new found fame as an nhl player

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MAKING MY RETURN ONCE AGAIN! here's something i wrote that i didn't hate!! so sorry it's been so long i keep getting writer's block lol anyways writing hate comments is lowkey so fun hahaha but here's will and samy navigating their relationship after getting back together :)

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will was beyond excited to finally get a weekend off. he'd been going, going, going since preseason back in august and now with it being almost november, the sharks didn't have any weekend games for once. as soon as thursday night hit, will was packing his bag for michigan to see guess who? samy.

he did feel a little bad he wasn't using the weekend to go home to boston, but his parents assured him it was okay he flew out to michigan instead. it had been months since the couple saw one another, so the blonde wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to see his girlfriend for a few days.

samy waited patiently in the arrival line of cars, eyes scanning the doors for her boyfriend. she was bouncing off the walls all week getting the place ready for him and rambling on to hannah and her other roommates about their weekend plans—surely talking their ears off about the particular blonde.

she spotted him first when the doors slid open. samy jumped up, waving her hands around to catch his attention as he scanned the line of people for her. when their gazes finally met will quite literally rushed into her arms. he scooped her up into a tight hug, her feet lifting off the concrete as the two spun around.

"i missed you so much," will mumbled into her shoulder, her hold getting even tighter.

"i missed you, too. it's so good to see you," samy beamed up at him, her hands already threading through his longer curls.

"god, it's been so long," will embraced her again, the couple melting into one another when a click caught their attention and someone tapping the boy's shoulder.

will turned, confusion on his features when two girls stood behind him with large smiles, "will smith, right? we're big fans."

the blonde flushed, eyes flicking around—he didn't quite expect running into fans at the airport, but he sported a smile nonetheless.

"yeah, hi. it's good to meet you guys."

samy watched from behind will as he signed their hats, a gentle smile on her lips. she loved watching her boyfriend interacting with fans knowing how many people looked up to him nowadays.

"thank you so much!" the girls grinned before hurrying away. will watched them run back to their own car, eyes turning back to his girlfriend.

"okay, big shot," she poked his chest, another flush spreading across his cheeks.

"sorry about that," he murmured, slightly embarrassed that their moment was interrupted.

"i gotta remember my boyfriend's a big star now," she flicked will's cap before climbing back into the car.

the embarrassment was quickly washed away hearing samy's appraisal. to will, she would always be his number one fan. they pulled out of the line and began driving back to the university. his hand slipped over her thigh, squeezing lightly while leaning back in his seat. for a moment, everything felt like before—before the nhl, before the fame, before college when they were still young.

"ryan and gabe are jealous i get to see you this weekend and they don't," samy joked.

for a second will frowned, the guilt that he didn't go home to boston still lingering in the back of his head, "i wish we could all be together."

"i know, i told them they should fly out, but they have a game tomorrow so they can't miss it. i said we could facetime or something," the brunette giggled and will chuckled.

"hopefully i'll see them in a few weeks. i'm going to boston on the next weekend off," the blonde hummed and he felt samy squeeze his hand resting on her leg.

"has it been everything you've dreamed of?" samy wondered, her gaze meeting will's briefly.

"yeah, it has. it's really great. the guys are awesome. i love san jose. it's cool doing it with macklin. really couldn't have asked for anything better except wishing you were there or that everyone was there," the nhl seemed like a dream so far away for will and it was still hard to believe he was actually living it.

"i'm really proud of you. you're really glowing there, literally and figuratively," she pinched the boy's cheeks meaning the nice tan he acquired.

"thank you. i still miss all of this though. i wish i could do both," as they got closer to umich, will couldn't help but think about boston and how fast everything went. too fast.

"well, i guess this weekend can be your three day escape back into it. eth and mark are excited to see you too," the brunette grinned and will laughed.

"figured, but i'm surprised to hear that considering last time i was around they hated my guts."

"i mean, rightfully so. don't worry, they're cool now. they might rough you up, but they're excited to see you," the couple exchanged a smile and will squeezed samy's thigh, all of the stress from the last three months finally leaving his system for the weekend—and will couldn't be more relieved.

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with any high profile job, there was always the negatives. it couldn't be escaped no matter how hard one tried to get rid of it. will knew all the fame would bring its critics. it was kind of a given that there would be haters and negative comments here and there. his agent prepared him for it, or at least tried to. he just had to ignore them and not engage knowing anything he said online could be used against him.

it was a whole thing the blonde was still getting used to. he had to watch what he said, posted, liked, commented on—he basically couldn't really breathe on the internet anymore knowing someone was always watching.

it was easy until will was scrolling through his feed and landed on a photo of him and samy at the airport.

the boy sat up, scanning the photo closer. it was zoomed in like whoever took it was further away. he could see the two fans about to come up to them. a somewhat uneasy feeling settled into will's stomach not really liking that there was someone watching that entire interaction between him and samy.

it was the caption and all the comments that got him though. there was about 200 since the photo was posted an hour ago and the caption said: first weekend off for the san jose sharks and newest prospect will smith is spotted in michigan visiting his girlfriend. spotted talking with fans!

will was told not to read the comments on things like this because if they were bad, it'd send him into a spiral he couldn't get out of. usually, he didn't and just scrolled past but the ones showing up in the preview wouldn't let will tear his eyes away.

user1: HUH i thought he broke up with her??

user2: goddd he's back with her?? thought he was over her for good.

user3: he could do so much better than her jesus. i literally thought she cheated on him🤨

user4: ignoring fans for a worthless girl 😭😭

user5: woah these comments did not pass the vibe check why is there so much hate??

user6: i actually hate their relationship sorry. people think she's so great because she's quinn and jack's little sister. she only got into umich bc of her brothers. she actually sucks ass at soccer | user9: uh hello?? this is crazy she's actually really talented and really smart. she got into umich all on her own | user6: nahhh bro u crazy fans are so brainwashed into thinking that just bc she's a hughes | user10: uh her last name has nothing to do with anything. she's good on her own wtf u on?? | user6: i'm just being real. she's been leaching off smith for YEARS and y'all don't even realize it | user9: leaching?? wtf she was way more known than will she is not leaching. who hurt u wtf

user7: GET HER OUTTA HERE BRUHHHH

user8: samy hughes they could never make me like you

user11: he's probably only with her bc he gets to get a taste of that 🍑🍑

will shut his phone off, eyes blurry. he couldn't believe people were saying those things about samy or how they could even post those things knowing others were reading it. suddenly, the blonde worried samy would see those comments.

"okay, i'm off to practice. you gonna be okay here alone? hannah should be back around 6:30?" samy walked into the living room dressed in her practice uniform.

"yeah, yeah. i'll be good. have a good practice," will put on his best smile, leaning up to place a gentle kiss to the girl's lips.

"thanks, i will. are you okay?" samy saw her boyfriend's flushed state.

"hmm? oh, yeah. i'm good," the blonde nodded.

"okay, i'll see you later then. i love you," will grinned, waving to her as she slipped out the door.

will grabbed his phone again, going back onto the post. there were even more comments than when he just looked at it, his breath catching in his chest. he couldn't believe there was so much hate and how people were taking the context out of proportion.

it didn't help either that will and samy were still relearning how to be in a relationship with one another. they were still working out their kinks which wasn't easy being across the country from one another and now there was this.

hannah walked into the apartment an hour later, gaze on her best friend's boyfriend staring at his phone. she raised her eyebrow, "hey will?"

her voice startled the boy as he jumped up, but calming when he saw that it was only hannah as she shut the door behind her. "oh, hey. sorry. you scared me," will mumbled, sitting back down.

"are you okay? you looked stressed," the brunette set her keys and backpack on the counter, reaching for the cabinets for a snack.

"oh, i'm fine," unfortunately, hannah didn't believe him.

"you sure? you look like you've seen a ghost," the younger duke sibling laughed.

will knew he could trust hannah, so he motioned her over to look at his phone where he hadn't stopped reading all the comments. he let her look it over, the girl slowly scrolling through all the comments under the post.

"jesus, these people are so ruthless," hannah mumbled.

"i can't believe they're saying that stuff. how could people be so rude?" will said in disbelief.

"they're just jealous and petty that you're not their boyfriend. don't let it get under your skin," hannah handed him his phone back, but her words didn't ease the boy's worries.

"how are you so cool about this?" will didn't get how hannah seemed so chill about what people were saying unlike him who was ready to punch someone in the face. the girl shrugged.

"i don't know. i mean i hate that they're saying that shit and it's really gross, but you gotta remember samy and i are kind of used to it. samy more than me i guess. we've been in our brother's shadows our whole lives. people have always had shit to say about us," she had a point that will didn't think about. he settled back into the couch.

"okay, fair, but i still hate it. they know nothing about my life and shouldn't be disrespecting my girlfriend like that," will stated.

"maybe you could say something? from what i've learned, haters will stop when they hear it from the source."

will considered hannah's words until samy got back from practice. she smiled when she saw her boyfriend in the same spot she left him in, going over to kiss him on the forehead as she shedded herself of her bags.

"hi, get bored while i was gone?" samy chuckled.

"no. how was praactice?" will pulled samy down to the couch with him for a bit.

"it was good. we ran some drills and a possible new formation coach wants us to try at the next game," the girl explained.

"sounds just like hockey practice," the blonde chuckled.

"yeah, sometimes i feel like i'm at hockey practice," samy hummed, pulling her phone out to look at since she hadn't since practice ended.

will quickly grew nervous again. he was scared samy would see the post knowing people were starting to mention her in the comments. even though hannah told him they were used to it, it still made him feel uneasy that all of those strangers were saying such horrid things about them.

"you okay? you've been looking like that since we got here," samy noticed her boyfriend's expression again.

"yeah, fine," will nodded, but samy gave him a look because she knew he was lying.

"will, i know you're lying. you're so easy to read," she poked at him with a tiny smile, the boy flushing in embarrassment.

"i promise it's nothing," he said.

"it has to be something if you keep looking like you saw a ghost," samy poked some more and will knew he couldn't keep this from her. they were being honest with one another now.

"i just..there's this post on instagram. i guess someone saw us at the airport and took a photo and now everyone's commenting on it saying some pretty mean things," will finally explained himself, studying samy's reaction as she digested his words.

"oh."

will pulled his phone out so he could show her, cringing as samy began scrolling through some of the comments. she read a few of them and will kept studying her expression, yet her features stayed fairly neutral.

"i swear, some people just really like to say anything," the girl shook her head, handing will's phone back.

"you're not upset?" he was surprised at her calm disposition.

"i mean, it's gross and weird they're saying that stuff, but i'm not like overly hurt by it," the brunette shrugged.

"oh." it was will's turn to be shocked now.

"did you think i would be more hurt by it?" samy pinched the boy's cheeks and he flushed under her touch.

"i was just scared you'd see them and i didn't want you to be hurt by them because it's just nonsense and i don't agree with any of it," will admitted a bit shyly. samy's lips tipped up into a smile as she cuddled herself closer to him.

"you're sweet, but trust me, that stuff doesn't bother me as much anymore. i'm pretty used to it. you forget i've been compared to quinn, jack, and luke all my life. it just kind of rolls off my back," samy said exactly what hannah told him earlier. hearing it from her though made will feel a bit more relieved than last time.

"i just bothers me that people think it's okay to say that stuff. i guess i was worried you'd like..not wanna keep doing this because everyone has something to say about my life now," the blonde frowned and so did samy.

"i'm not gonna leave you just because i can't take hate comments. i get that this is a lot now with more eyes on you, but i can take it. don't worry. i've been doing this since i was like ten," they shared a laugh.

will leaned his head onto her shoulder, the worry in his chest much better than it was two hours ago. "how'd i get so lucky?" he pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"i don't know, but i'm hungry. mark and eth said they'd pay for our dinner tonight," samy jumped up, arm outstretched to grab will off the couch too.

"oh, goody. i'll take free food," the blonde grinned, following his girlfriend back out of the apartment to meet the guys.

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russellsppttemplates · 1 year ago

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Reader having an absolute baby fever while seeing Lando interacting with little fans during a race weekend.

Note: I have been in my Lando feels so much recently (who knew, right? With what I've been posting 🫠), and the little ones near him just send my ovaries to the moon, I swear!

It first happened when the little boy with a Mclaren cap Lando waited for him at the entrance of the McLaren unit after qualifying. You walked with Jon in front of Lando as he was giving Sky Sports a quick interview, spotting the little boy immediately.

"Oh my goodness, look how cute!", you gushed as you approached him and his family who seemed to recognise you, "are you here to see Lando?", you asked, crouching down so you were at eye level with him. He got really shy and hid beside his mum's legs as you smiled at him, hoping would finish his interview soon.

"Well, hello!", Lando greeted the little boy as his parents ushered him gently to take a picture with him, "come here, buddy!", Lando smiled as he walked up to him, "I really like your cap!", he tried to settle his nerves and as his parents were about to take the photo, he ran away from your boyfriend, "oh- okay", he chuckled before the little boy stood back next to him, "you have to say cheeeeese!", Lando exaggerated as the little boy giggled.

"That was such a cute moment, I snapped a couple of pics to put in my photo dump! And I'm going to send this one to your mother!", you cheered.

Walking through the paddock, you noticed it was quieter than usual at this time of day, scanning your pass and trying to stay out of the way of the people working there and saying hello to the ones you were familiar with as usual until you spotted a little McLaren driver.

"I'm sorry, miss!", the man you assumed was his father called for you. You had on your McLaren rain jacket, and the grey pants you were wearing did make you look like you worked for the team, so when he asked you at what the time Lando would be doing autographs, you apoligised, "Oh, I don't work for the team, I'm sorry!", you explained, "Oh, it's just Liam wanted to meet him, we'll ask someone else, thank you", he smiled warmly as Liam waved at you.

"Actually, I can make that happen for you", you smiled as you explained the whole situation as you walked to the unit, calling your boyfriend's trainer to make it happen.

"Who's this?", Zak asked you as you walked hand in hand with Liam into the garage, "this is Liam, and he's a big fan of...", you encouraged him to speak up, "Lando!", the boy said loudly, "Oh - thank Goodness! I thought someone had done some magic and Lando shrunk!", Zak said, feigning relief as he out his hand on his chest to emphasise.

"Look, it's Lando!", Liam yelled as he saw your boyfriend walk to where you were, "Hi Liam! I was told I have a very special fan at the track today!", he said as he crouched down, talking to him about all things related to racing and then showing him around the garage.

"How much do you want to have his kids after this? I promise I won't tease you too much about it", Max jokingly whispered on your ear as you watched your heart eyes directed at your boyfriend as he let Liam touch the steering wheel.

"In a way that concerns what I believe and questions feminism, as in I would happily give him a football team, bench players included, so, yeah, that much", you looked up at Max with a stern face as he seemed shocked by your words, "told you, it's been hitting me pretty hard lately", you shrugged your shoulders.

Max had space on his jet for you and Lando, and since you were all flying back to Monaco, you accepted the offer to fly with them.

"There they are", you nodded with your head as you spotted Kelly, Max and Penelope by the passport verification counter.

"LANDO!", the little girl yelled as she jumped in her spot in excitement at seeing your boyfriend, who ran up to her and crouched down against the wall.

The little girl was quick to hug him, small arms wrapping around neck as she smooched his cheek, "Ugh, that's it", you groaned as Kelly looked at you, "I'm sorry - I don't mean it that way!", you quickly apoligised, "it's not your cute daughter I'm complaining about, she's the sweetest girl, look at her", you smiled as she happily did a few turns to show Lando her dress and then her bracelets, "it's the sight of my boyfriend near her that made me groan - it's been like this every single day, I swear. A cute little kid goes up to him and he's all cute and cuddly with them, and boom! My ovaries are doing somersaults", you chuckled at your own words, "my baby fever has been alm over the place! Oh, they're trading bracelets!", you gushed, "I think I might cry, actually!".

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

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thatsmzbitchtoyou · 9 months ago

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A little help from my friend -Oneshot

@talesofreading I'm sorry it took me so long to get this done for you! I hope you like it. Happy belated birthday darling. Word count: 3880

“For fuck’s sake,” Y/N grunted as she walked into the Avengers communal kitchen and common room area. She went to the refrigerator and pulled out a protein drink and some food to make a quick breakfast.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Wanda piped up from the kitchen table. The other Avengers were all milling about, getting their own breakfasts before heading out or training. Y/N had an early morning training with the recruits most days, so she often missed the communal breakfast meals.

“Nothing,” Y/N sighed.

“Don’t make me read your mind,” Wanda warned.

Y/N glared at her, and Wanda glared back. Their conversation got the attention of the other Avengers in the area. “It’s not a big deal,” Y/N continued. “One of the new recruits is just a little…too interested in me personally,” she said, turning back to the counter.

Wanda frowned. “What happened?”

Steve, Sam and Bucky all listened carefully, slowly eating their breakfasts. Y/N was suddenly very aware of everyone in the area. “It’s really not a big deal–”

“It is if it’s bothering you, Y/N,” Steve spoke up, all Captain America at that moment. “Especially if it’s affecting your job or you feeling safe.”

Y/N smiled at him appreciatively. “I can handle myself, Cap,” she said.

“Never said you couldn’t,” he retorted. “But if we can nip it in the bud with this recruit–”

“He just keeps asking for my number, okay?” Y/N said, waving away everyone’s concern. “And…cornering me after training. It’s fine. I can handle it,” she said, finishing preparing her food and cleaning up after herself.

“What’s his name?” Bucky asked.

Everyone turned to him in surprise. Y/N had worked with him multiple times on missions and talked with him regularly, becoming good friends, but this still surprised her. Bucky rarely joined the conversation unless prompted. He was very low key and kept to himself most of the time. So him looking at her with such an intense look and asking a question was a shock. She stared at him with wide eyes. “Tyler,” she replied. He arched an eyebrow at her. “Whitacre,” she finished.

Bucky nodded and looked down, finishing his breakfast. Nobody said a word as Y/N quickly gathered her food and left the kitchen. She shook her head at herself once she reached her room to eat then shower. She’d been growing some pretty strong feelings toward Bucky for a while now, but tamped them down deep in her heart. He didn’t need some lovesick coworker to deal with. He just needed friends as he integrated into regular life. There was no way he’d feel the same toward her…would he?

***

“Today we’ll be starting gun training,” Y/N announced to her training group. There was an excited whispered chatter from the recruits at her words. “I could teach you myself, but I thought I’d bring in the expert of all experts in this field. I expect you to shut up, listen, and give him the respect he deserves. Our guest trainer is Sergeant Barnes.”

Bucky was already walking into the training room as she introduced him, his face hard and stoic as it always was in these environments. The recruits clapped for him as he stood next to Y/N. “Thank you, Agent Y/L/N,” he greeted her then turned to the recruits. “Let’s see what you got.”

After a rigorous training, where Bucky really broke down a few recruits and built them back up, each of their shots getting better by the end, they all left exhausted. Bucky stayed behind, cleaning up the guns used for the training with Y/N when Tyler approached her. “Hey Y/N,” he said, sidling up to her far too close for her liking.

“Agent Whitacre,” she greeted him, giving him a polite but tight smile. “Is there something I can help you with?”

“Ah come on, Y/N, I told you to call me Tyler,” he smirked at her.

“And I told you to call me Agent Y/L/N,” she replied, her eyes narrowing in warning.

Tyler’s face had a flash of annoyance before his smirk came back. “Right. Well, you ran off last time before I got a chance to ask you–”

“Once again, Agent, I’m flattered, but no thank you,” Y/N said hastily, turning away and closing another case of guns. “I’ll see you next training.”

Tyler followed her as she walked away to the locker room to put the case away in the gun lockers. She carefully put things away and turned to find him cornering her. “Don’t be like that Y/N…” he started, taking another step toward her, his arms reaching up to cage her against the wall.

A loud bang made them both jump as Tyler whipped around to see Bucky who had set down another gun case sharply, glaring at Tyler. He slowly approached, his eyes never leaving Tyler like he was hunting him. He swerved around him at the last second, making Tyler flinch, then focused on Y/N as he inserted himself between them. He reached his metal hand out and wrapped it around the back of her neck, angling her head up as he leaned down and kissed her deeply. Y/N inhaled sharply, stiffening against him as she heard Tyler scoff. The kiss ended too soon, Y/N barely kissing him back before Bucky pulled away and looked down at her. “You good, Sweets?” he asked quietly, but just loud enough for Tyler to hear.

“Yeah,” Y/N whispered, staring up at him in shock.

Bucky looked her over then turned to Tyler, keeping himself as a shield in front of Y/N. “Respect the no, recruit,” he said lowly. “And your form is shit. Work on that before next time or I’ll make an example of you in front of everyone.”

Tyler swallowed harshly, his lips tight and his eyes wide as he minutely nodded. “Yes sir,” he said. He glanced at Y/N then walked quickly out of the locker room, running once he’d got past the door frame.

Bucky watched him leave, then turned back to Y/N. He had an unreadable expression as they stared at each other for what felt like forever. “Just tell me if he bothers you anymore,” he said, then turned and left.

Y/N stared after him incredulously. Her fingers lifted to her mouth, his kiss still searing on her lips, the feeling of his metal fingers holding her firmly but gently on the back of her neck as his thumb caressed her jaw tingling her skin. What the fuck just happened?

***

The gun training lasted two more training sessions, and every time at the end of class Bucky would linger behind with Y/N to clean up, then make a small show of kissing her in front of Tyler as he was leaving. It took her by surprise each time, Bucky coming from seemingly nowhere and with no preamble, just kissing the living daylights out of her, calling her “Sweets,” then walking away like nothing happened. Once the gun training was over Tyler didn’t even look her way anymore unless he had to. So Bucky’s little plan had worked, but now Y/N was confused. And worse, she craved him even more.

Three weeks later Y/N and Bucky were on a mission together. It was surveillance on a potential target that was dealing in high power weaponry. Y/N and Bucky had barely spoken to each other since that last gun training, exchanging brief greetings and farewells as they passed each other in the hallway. The other Avengers had given some side-eyed looks, since Y/N and Bucky had normally been pretty friendly before, but no one commented on it otherwise. Now she was stuck with him in close quarters for the next week as they gathered as much information about the target as possible.

She woke up from her turn sleeping, getting ready for the day and approaching Bucky who was sitting by the window in the small apartment they were staying in. He hadn’t moved from the spot since she’d gone to bed hours before. “Anything?” she asked quietly.

“Another prostitute,” Bucky replied, standing and stretching as she took his place by the window. “Otherwise nothing worth noting.”

“How lovely,” Y/N scoffed. She got herself comfortable and looked through the scope Bucky had propped on the windowsill. The view into the opposite apartment where the target stayed was pristine. “He didn’t leave the blinds open, did he?” she asked, looking up at him.

“He did,” Bucky grimaced.

“Jesus,” Y/N winced. “You got quite the show.”

“Not really. He only lasted about two minutes.”

Y/N laughed loudly at that. “Poor girl,” she giggled, wiping her eyes and looking through the scope again. “At least she was paid.”

Bucky chuckled and started walking towards the bedroom. “Let me know if anything changes, Sweets.”

Y/N stiffened and before she could stop herself she grunted, “Don’t call me that.”

Bucky stopped and looked back at her. Y/N kept her gaze in the scope, her face flushing with embarrassment. She hadn't meant to say it out loud. But who did he think he was to use the same pet name that he’d used in a fake “situationship” to help her get away from some creep and then use it in everyday life? Like he hadn’t rocked her world three times over? She heard his footsteps come back towards her, then the shuffle of his clothes as he kneeled down beside her. “Why not?” he asked.

Y/N breathed heavily, trying to calm her thundering heart. She kept her gaze in the scope, her hands tightening to fists in her lap. “No one to save me from,” she said nonchalantly.

Bucky suddenly gripped her arm and pulled her to face him. She gasped lightly as he manhandled her, moving so he was kneeling between her legs, bringing his face close to hers and taking her hands in his. His eyes were piercing as he stared at her. “That’s not it,” he said. “Tell me why not?”

Y/N blinked rapidly. “That is the reason,” she whispered.

Bucky shook his head. “I can tell when people lie, Sweets. Try again.”

Y/N shut her eyes tight. “Please stop calling me that.”

She felt Bucky’s metal fingers caress her cheek and back into her hair, holding her head like he did when he kissed her. She fought back the shiver at the coolness of metal, not wanting to give away just how badly she wanted this man. Y/N heard and felt his breath fanning her face as he leaned in closer. His nose brushed along her cheek, his lips ghosting close to the side of her lips. “I can’t, Y/N. You taste too sweet,” he murmured.

Y/N whimpered, and without warning tears pricked at her eyes. She shook her head and pushed him away, standing and walking toward the bedroom. “I can’t do this,” she nearly sobbed.

“Woah, wait, Y/N!” Bucky called out to her. She tried closing and locking the bedroom door but he stopped it with his foot. “Hey, don’t run away from me,” he grunted, pushing the door back open and looking at her in surprise. “I’m sorry–”

“Please just leave me alone,” Y/N sighed, wiping her eyes and turning away from him.

“Y/N,” he said, sounding wounded. “Talk to me.”

“How am I supposed to talk to you?” She was suddenly angry, turning back to face him with a glare. “You decided the best way to help me with a creepy recruit was to publicly claim me in front of him and who knows how many others by kissing me? And not just once, but three times? Calling me a cute pet name? Do you enjoy giving people false hope and then walking away because it means nothing to you? And expect us to go back to normal? What the fuck, Barnes?”

Bucky recoiled at her using his last name. “I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I…I should have talked to you beforehand, and not just done it. That wasn’t fair, I’m sorry.” Y/N crossed her arms, holding herself as she fought back more tears. He took a step closer. “And then I was a coward and didn’t talk to you about it afterwards, either. God, I’m an idiot,” he grumbled, running his flesh hand over his face harshly. “I…I really like you, Y/N. I’m sorry I went about this totally wrong. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Y/N stared at him for a long moment then nodded. “Thank you. I forgive you,” she said.

Bucky watched her sadly. “Can I…can we start over?” he asked hopefully.

Y/N couldn’t stop the small smile spreading on her lips. “Sure,” she said.

He smiled and stepped toward her again. He took a deep breath and licked his lips. “I like you, as much more than just a friend.”

“I like you, too,” Y/N said quickly.

Bucky’s smile widened. “Once we get home, can I take you out on a proper date?”

“Yes,” she said.

***

A week later they were coming home from a proper, successful date. Bucky was quite the gentleman, taking her to a nice restaurant in the city, then a solo night tour (probably courtesy of Tony) through The Metropolitan Museum of Art. They grabbed some dessert on the way home, talking the whole time as they snacked on the treat. Bucky had kept a hand on her at all times, whether it was on her back as he guided her around or holding her hand as they walked. They got off the elevator and Bucky walked her to her bedroom door.

“Thank you for going out with me,” he said, standing toe to toe with her.

“Thank you,” Y/N said. “I’ve never had such a fun first date.”

“Really? Wow, I’ll have to up the ante next time,” Bucky smirked, his flesh hand reaching up and playing with the tips of her hair.

“Next time?” Y/N arched her eyebrow. “You seem very sure of yourself.”

“I am,” Bucky said, leaning forward. “But of course I’m a gentleman.”

“Of course,” Y/N teased.

“So…would you like to go out with me again?” he asked, his forehead resting against her forehead.

Y/N pretended to think about it. “Mmh, I’ll have to check my schedule, so for now it’s a tentative yes,” she smirked back at him.

Bucky narrowed his eyes, his fingers moving from her hair to her jaw, tracing it lightly. “A tentative yes?” he grumbled. “I know you like to tease, but I’m gonna need an enthusiastic yes, Sweets.”

Y/N’s eyes slightly widened at the pet name. He hadn’t called her that since they got back from the mission, and she actually missed hearing it from him. She nodded. “Yes, I’d like to go out with you again,” she reassured him.

His smirk returned. “Good girl, Sweets,” he said. Y/N felt a shiver down her spine at his words. His eyes flicked back and forth between her eyes, then glanced at her lips. “Can I kiss you?”

Y/N nodded. “Yes.”

Bucky’s metal hand gripped her by the back of the neck like the other times, his metal thumb sweeping over her cheek. He leaned down and kissed her softly, not as firmly or passionately as the other times. It was like he was trying to reassure her that this was real, and he wanted more than brief sexual tension. And as much as she appreciated that, she craved what he’d given her before. Y/N wrapped her arms around his waist, her nails digging into his back as she gripped his shirt under his jacket, angling her head to deepen the kiss. Bucky moaned against her mouth at her urgency.

“I’m trying to be, mmh, a gentleman, Sweets,” he groaned, pulling away and lightly pecking her lips repeatedly.

“You can be a gentleman and fuck me at the same time,” Y/N mumbled.

Bucky huffed a sharp breath, like her words sucked the air right out of him and he sagged against her, pushing her into her bedroom door. “Fuck, Y/N, you can’t say that to me,” he growled. “God, you drive me fucking crazy.”

Y/N smiled as she kissed from his lips down to his neck. “Your room or mine, handsome?”

Bucky moaned again and dipped down, picking her up and holding her by her thighs. He turned around to his bedroom door that was across the hall and marched towards it as he kissed her deeply again. He ripped the door open and kicked it shut behind them before pinning her against the door. His knee pushed under her core to keep her lifted as his hands slid to her ass, feeling the cheeks of her ass as he opened his mouth, his tongue licking her lower lip and sucking on it. Y/N shuddered and whimpered against his mouth. Bucky gasped at the first noise he was able to pull from her. “Let me hear you, Sweets. God, you’re so good.” His tongue plunged back into her mouth, tasting her tongue and moaning again. “You feel so good…sound so good…taste so good,” he breathed.

Y/N moaned at the rushed desperation in his movements. Feeling so wanted, so needed, was making her lightheaded and feel like she was beaming. Her hands moved to cup his face, scratching his beard then reaching up into his hair, scratching down his scalp. That pulled a deep growl from his chest, his hips rutting up into her. She hummed, smiling against his lips. Bucky pulled her away from the door and carried her to his bed, laying her on it gently as he shrugged his jacket off.

It was a flurry of clothes being pulled off and flung into corners of his room, limbs clambering over each other as they moved further up onto the bed, huffed gasps and whimpers. Bucky nipped at her throat as he felt how wet and ready she was for him. “Protection?” he asked.

“No,” Y/N shook her head, her nails scratching down his back.

Bucky smiled against the skin of her shoulder. He aimed his cock at her entrance and started to slowly push inside. Y/N’s head wrenched back and she gasped at the fill and stretch of him, and Bucky tucked his face into her breasts as her back arched, kissing and licking her nipples to help ease her. “Fucking hell, Sweets,” he swore, looking up at her as she relaxed back into the bed when she was adjusted to him. He gave her the first roll of his hips, making her tremble beneath him. “So responsive,” he smirked.

“Kinda hard not to be, with all this above me,” Y/N breathed, her hands sliding up his chest. “You live up to your name, handsome.” Bucky blushed, smiling bashfully at her. “Aw, you’re so cute,” Y/N cooed at him, her hands reaching up to his face and pulling him down to kiss him sweetly. “I’ll have to compliment you more often.”

Bucky’s hips thrusted again and her mouth dropped open in a silent moan. “Quit teasing,” he said, licking into her mouth. “As much as I love your flirty compliments, I really need to fuck you before I lose my mind.”

“Then fuck me!” Y/N said, rubbing her nose along his cheek. “Please!”

Bucky inhaled deeply then started pummeling his hips into her. Y/N’s arms wrapped around his shoulders and held on tight as he held her in a hug so her body wouldn’t be pushed up the bed at his thrusts. He sucked and licked at her neck repeatedly, pulling more wanton moans from her at the mix of pain and pleasure, leaving as much bruising evidence for later as possible. He kissed his way back up to her mouth where she easily opened up to him, their tongues swirling and nipping at each other’s lips. It was never-ending and yet too short all at the same time as Y/N tried not to get lost in her head at the blinding pleasure. Y/N sucked on his tongue and Bucky adjusted his position to snap his hips slightly more upward, which had her keening against his mouth. “There it is,” he smirked, then continued his previous, frantic pace in that new direction. He was hitting that deep spot inside every time, Y/N’s breaths becoming more short and hyperventilated as her head thrashed back and forth at the overwhelming pressure building in her gut.

“Buck…handsome, I’m gonna cum…ah!” Y/N yelped as Bucky sat up, his flesh fingers strumming her clit as his metal hand held her at the back of her neck like the other times he’d kissed her, but this time his grip was tighter, tangling in the hair at the nape of her neck. He forced her head up to meet him halfway as he pushed their foreheads together.

“Cum all over my cock, Sweets. Let me feel you,” Bucky growled, staring deep into her eyes. Y/N gasped again at his words, then finally felt the snap deep in her belly. She screamed as she came, her hands gripping his biceps and her legs shaking over his hips as her pussy clamped down on him. Bucky grunted, his eyes shutting tight as he continued thrusting, prolonging her orgasm as his fingers never let up on her clit. “That’s it, fuck!” Bucky hissed between gritted teeth. “Where can I cum, Sweets?”

“Anywhere you want,” Y/N huffed, her body still twitching with aftershocks. She was so close to cumming again.

“Holy shit, dirty girl, huh?” Bucky asked excitedly. “You feel so good, I’m just gonna fill you up. Is that okay?”

“Yyyyeessss,” Y/N groaned.

“Good girl, Sweets,” he praised her. His hands gripped her hips tightly as he thrust even harder into her pussy, the sharp snaps making her jiggle and shake. Y/N slipped a hand down and started rubbing her clit, her other hand gripping his wrist. “Yeah, make yourself feel good. You gonna cum again? God, you’re so fucking beautiful, so pretty. Prettiest pussy, Sweets.”

Y/N shook harder as she felt her second orgasm barrel through her, her nerves feeling like they were on fire. When she came Bucky moaned loudly, her pussy squeezing him beyond belief. He finally came, continuing to thrust and fill her up until it dripped from between them and down their thighs to her ass. “Bucky…” she huffed.

“Sorry, Sweets, I can’t help it,” Bucky shook above her, his cock still throbbing inside her. “You squeeze me so good…and the serum makes everything, fuck…” he leaned down so his head rested on her chest. “Makes everything more intense.”

“It’s okay, handsome,” Y/N smiled, her hands going to his hair and scratching his scalp, softly pulling at the strands. He hummed at her gentle fingers’ caresses. “We can just take a shower.”

Bucky hummed again, sounding more gravelly as he looked up at her. “Dirty girl,” he smirked.

THE END

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I LOVED your girl dad nanami hcs. This isn't a request but I was wondering like, imagine (I whole heartedly agree he's a girl dad) reader and nanami they had three sons. Don't get me wrong. Nanami LOVES his boys so much. And all of them are such gentlemen. He's raising them so good. Exact copies of him in manners and in looks some ways. The eldest son has his blonde hair, the middle son has his eyes and the youngest one has his highschool emo hair. BUT (now to the fun part) Reader is pregnant again and this time it's a girl.!!!!!! How would he react? And the boys too. Secretly they've also been wanting a little sister (that's so cute 😭)

Now, how do you think Nanami would react? I think he would cry, like legit he would. He's always wanted a baby girl. This is like a dream come true for him. And and the baby girl after being born looks exactly like him, hair, eyes, nose EVERYTHING.

While the boys take more after Nanami regarding their personality, meaning they're mature for their age and very well mannered. But his baby girl takes after reader's playful nature and is just so so precious and sweet. Of course she has good manners too. But she's like everyone's princess in the family.

Her brothers love her and are protective of her. And she's just so playful and adorable that no one can get mad even if she pulls a prank or messes something up at home.

It's like, even when Nanami tries to scold her (he never would) or discipline her, she would just giggle and and grab his arms and legs and just hold onto it (IM LITERALLY.. THIS IS TOO SWEET) A heavy sigh escapes Nanami and he smiles knowing his daughter has him wrapped around her fingers and he can never ever even try to talk to her in a stern manner. She's just so innocent.

Sorry sorry this was so Long 😭 even if you don't reply to it, I hope you enjoyed reading this at least.

i'm so happy you liked my girl dad nanami hcs!! thank you for reading it! 😭 and honestly while writing it, i was thinking of the exact opposite too, boy dad nanami but he finally gets his little princess at the end 🥹

so here are my hcs for nanami as a boy dad while secretly hoping the next one is a girl, and the boys praying their next sibling is a girl

is excited to have a boy as their first born, he thinks about the things he will teach him and how nanami plans to show his son how to treat women RIGHT

tells you that he's got this covered and his fiery passionate eyes tell you he indeed does got it

decorates the baby's room with old action figures and comic books/manga from his childhood

rewatches his old cartoons and shows to make sure they're appropriate for his son to watch with him

tells everyone how he has your eyes and his hair and lowkey brags that it's the prettiest combination

is excited to buy mini sneakers and baseball caps but stops with the shoes bc baby outgrows them in 0.2 seconds

likes to carry his son like a football bc it makes him giggle his heart out and nanami knows you're looking at his bicep 👀

is ECSTATIC when you're pregnant again and immediately wants to know the gender. he's excited for his son to have a partner in crime and is happy you saved all the things your first son used (nanami is very very pro-hand me downs and wants to see those tiny sneakers used again)

tells his son to kiss your tummy throughout your pregnancy bc he wants them to be super close from the beginning

on that note, nanami kisses and hugs his boys all the time to start to show them they can be a tough guy and like hugs and kisses just like daddy and not be embarrassed about any of it

is brought to tears almost every time he passes by the baby's room and the eldest is holding the baby's hand through the crib railings telling him "i love you baby"

likes seeing the eldest's patience when the baby is learning how to share and rewards the eldest with ice cream and tickles

tells his boys to open every door for mommy and hold it open if there's someone behind them

plays a little rough with the boys when they're play wrestling but they're all scolded by mommy when someone ends up crying (nanami was poked in the eye by a tiny finger and the boys thought they made their daddy cry)

buys his boys barbies so they can create a realistic fantasy world when they play. the eldest eventually puts the barbies in charge most of the time

nervous when you're taking the next pregnancy test and quietly hopes it's a girl. the eldest wants a girl too and the soon-to-be middle child just thinks it's another regular thursday aka he does not care yet lol

sighs when the doctor says it's another boy, he's happy bc they have everything they would need for another boy but he really was hoping for a girl since this might be their last child

last boy ends up being the blend of both kids, patient and quiet, but can be excited and loud if he's really into something

dedicates special quiet time w the boys to teach them to listen and appreciate quiet activities

takes his boys out to play sports every weekend to give mommy a break from so many boys and chants random phrases with them in the car

make his boys help with dinner, clean-up, and laundry bc he wants them to appreciate everything that's done for them

tells the boys to come into the room while you get ready for date night so they can see everything you do from deciding what to wear to hair to makeup, etc etc. this is when the boys get a front row seat to seeing how much dad appreciates and loves mom

then pulls them into the closet to show them everything he does to get ready bc a man needs to put in just as much effort

has coffee dates w his boys where he'll get his tea or black coffee and the boys will get a lemonade and their cake pops and they can drive around

hugs and kisses each one of his boys when he gets home which in turn makes the boys get used to being affectionate with each other

buys his boys flowers when he takes you yours. he wants to be the first one to ever them their flowers. this leads to the boys going outside to bring back a flower, dandelion, leaf, or rock to their dad. dad now has a collection of random things in his spot of the garden

weekly sit-down w the boys to talk about emotions to teach them how to put their feelings into words

does not explicitly tell his sons to kneel for women but his sons see how dad always kneels for you if you're sitting somewhere low (CUE TO EP 12 W NOBARA AND NITTA, THIS IS CANON)

is in shock when the boys come in for an intervention-like meeting asking why they don't have a sister yet and when they can get one

is impressed with how the eldest pulls him aside and shows him the plan to have a younger sister now so that he can have enough time w her before he leaves for college (eldest is not older than like 10 lmao but he's a planner just like dad)

shows you the plan and is in love with how everyone wants a girl

is very happy to keep trying 🫣😮‍💨

all the boys go w you to get the letter w the gender of the baby and start to plan a big gender reveal bc they all have a "feeling"

all start to cry uncontrollably when the inside of the gender reveal closet is full of pink clothes, blankets, and toys. someone's on the floor (eldest), someone is running laps around everything and everyone (middle), someone is carefully touching your tummy (nanami) and another is asking if they can name her like their favorite anime character (youngest)

all start reading and researching how to raise a girl and are visibly stressed yet excited

nanami starts creating lists of cute clothes and can stay up all night imagining a giggling little girl on his shoulders

cries if he's by himself and in his feelings bc he's so overwhelmingly happy w his life and kids, feels like the luckiest man

goes to lowe's to get paint to prepare his princess's room and the boys are in overalls and ready to paint when he gets home

imagines a little girl joining their coffee dates and the boys giving her their mud pies and holding her hand everywhere they go

sees the most beautiful little girl and is blinded by the love his kids have for each other

will pass by the baby's room in the middle of the night to see all 3 boys sleeping on the floor right next to her crib. grabs his pillow and joins his boys on the floor

buys a new baby kangaroo for the boys to decorate and carries their princess EVERYWHERE

has to break up arguments the boys start to have over who gets to push the stroller this time

the boys dress her up in their old sneakers and baseball caps

all wear tutus and tiaras while they patiently wait for her to pour them their cup of tea during tea time

the two youngest boys teach her how to get someone in a headlock to defend herself and nanami and eldest have to step in

eldest then secretly teaches her men's weak spots and plans to take her to a self defense class eventually

babygirl is always giggling and is so playful, her and mommy have got these boys wrapped around their fingers

nanami is always swaying whenever he’s standing still bc babygirl attaches herself to his leg and he swings her back and forth for as long as he’s standing straight. making a sandwich? swinging the baby on his leg. brushing teeth? swinging the baby on his leg. working on his standing desk? swinging the baby on his leg.

the bros get defensive if someone tries to scold her but they’ll pull her aside themselves and tell her why it was wrong. nanami stands outside the door and listens to them

nanami still asks his boys to go out and at least two suggestions from the boys include the little princess

nanami and boys for sure stare at mommy and princess in awe at random times

they all know the girls have the deciding vote and they run the whole house. and they love it 😌

nanami is so girl dad coded BUT he would be the best dad in general. he for sure needs a little girl somewhere in the mix but he’d win the fatherhood award for sure

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