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can’t stop thinking about dad sanji introducing little lucky to zeff😭😭
just “hey zeff guess what”
It would be so cuuuuute! 😭
Given that going back to the Baratie isn't super doable for them, Zeff most likely finds out about this when Sanji mails him an envelope that looks like it's about to explode from how full it is.
Zeff doesn't know what to expect when he opens it. Frankly, he hadn't even been expecting to get a letter from Sanji, figuring that he would be too busy to do so. Naturally, him and everyone else at the Baratie are crowded around the envelope to see what's inside.
The second it's torn open, photos come spilling out. Tons of them. All of the same kid. Sure, other people make appearances in them, but this little girl is the star. Zeff narrows in on her face, something about her feels familiar. Then he flip it over and finds a description on the back.
"Lucky's first batch of cupcakes!"
Zeff is able to piece together what happened pretty quick. He saw all kinds of crazy shit when he was in the Grand Line. Someone getting de-aged by a devil fruit power is hardly unbelievable.
Everyone continues going through the mountain of photographs, all with notes written on the back. There's even a few drawings thrown in the mix that they can only assume were made by Lucky. At the very bottom of the envelope is another, smaller envelope that is specifically addressed to Zeff.
He opens it, finding a very brief letter inside with one sentence, "I have a kid now."
Patty reads it over his shoulder and immediately claps him on the back, "Look at you! You're a grandpa now, you old bastard!"
All Zeff can do is look at the letter and pictures in front of him and smile a little. Seems like he raised that little brat right after all.
#lucky break#little lucky au#i got carried away with this oops#but it's very cute#have a drabble#sanji#black leg sanji#red leg zeff
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Okay but imagine you and Kid are cuddling in bed after sleeping by each other's side all night. You notice that the sun has filled up the cabin you two shared and Kid still has yet to wake. You watch him and draw circles on his back as you can feel his red hair tickling your neck. You look down, admiring you captain as the sun shines on him making him look almost angelic.
You can hear the other crew mates getting ready for the day and sigh realizing that you can no longer enjoy the company of your captain much longer.
Gently placing a hand on the side of his face, you lift up his head. You smile as you start to pepper his face in light yet loving kisses. Soon enough, you see his eyes open.
"Morning captian. Time to wake up." A frown appeared on his face before you feel him wrap his arm tighter around you.
"No. I'm comfortable. They can take care of things themselves." His voice groggy as he closed his eyes again, laying his head closer to your chest.
"How can you be the pirate king if your in here with me all day?" You chuckle softly hearing him groan at your words.
"Fine whatever." You lifted up his head once more and saw his grumpy face, smiling at him before kissing his forehead and rubbing his cheek softly.
"Let's go conquer the sea's together my pirate king."
#one piece#eustass kid#eustass kid x reader#one piece x reader#i was feeling soft so yee#have a drabble
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White Lily was chasing after Pure Vanilla who was making sure to keep his distance from her however remaining in her line of sight as he could be laughing. Whilst White Lily only a a look of determination on her face; trying to gain the distance towards him.
The reason why White Lily was after him?
Well, it was because she wanted to get back at the healer for the pranks he had pulled on her as well as booping her on the nose when she least expected it... The prank being swapping the salt and sugar around as well as swapping all the books around in her room; purposely placing them in the wrong order.
"Come on, White Lily. Surely you can catch me." Pure Vanilla teased the other as he used the flower staff to look behind him to see White Lily's expression whom only let out a loud groan before her eyes flickered for a brief moment.
Soon her staff glow which was soon followed up with vines coming out from the ground and a yelped from Pure Vanilla as the vines caught up to him, wrapping around him, and pinning him on the spot... A pout forming on the healer's face whilst the other just slowly walked up to him with a grin on her face; trying to hide her own laughter.
"That's cheating." He spoke once White lily was close enough whom simply responded.
"There was no rules discussed, Vanilla."
"Still.... The fun is in the chase."
"Regardless, I still need to my revenge on what you did early on... You know it was cruel to play two pranks then booping me on the nose afterwards." She waved her hand as the vines unwrap then retreated back into the ground; leaving the healer on the ground before getting up and brushing himself off.
Once Pure Vanilla was done, he turn to look at White Lily whom quickly booped him on the nose before running off which earn a small chuckle for a moment from the healer.
Soon shortly he started to chase after her.
#healer of vanilla | pure vanilla |#the white flower | white lily |#Have a drabble#The Cookbook | Drabble |
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baby daddy simon who dated you for a year before you got pregnant, you’d gone through most of the pregnancy alone, him being deployed 3 weeks after you found out and gone until the very last month of it. the both of you had tried at keeping the relationship together, but the distance and loneliness got to you, you’d been fine when it was just you but now with baby, you can’t let the father go in and out of their life. he wasn’t very happy with the decision to end your relationship, in his mind you were together forever now, tied together by this beautiful thing you two created, he didn’t even want children before you told him you were expecting but his whole world view changed when he realized that he not only had you to protect but a baby as well.
but you’d moved out against his wishes, finding a small flat you like and making it home for you and baby. he would come over sometimes, when he could, and spend some time with baby but honestly he felt more like some glorified uncle, would be convinced he was nothing to this child until he saw those brown eyes staring back at him, the ones that are so completely his, and he comes to the conclusion that this isn’t gonna work.
he starts small, coming over once a week instead of every other weekend, takes the two of you out for dinner instead of letting you cook or ordering in. stays late enough that you offer him the spare bed in the guest room, even with the distance you’ve put between yourselves, you can’t help but care for him, knowing nobody else will.
then he puts more pressure on you, making sure you see just how valuable he is, taking night shift feedings and waking up early with baby when they’re fussy. he offers to take baby for the night so you can go out with your friends, do things you haven’t been able to since baby’s arrival, even pays for a spa day for you to really relax. he stocks your fridge, full of the snacks you love and a bottle of wine for the hard nights. he buys and sets up new decor in the house, finally gets you the pretty white vanity and a new washing machine that doesn’t squeak. he really just does what he considers ‘husband duties’, things that he should have been doing this whole time.
and when you don’t budge on the separation, he goes nuclear, “no, love, i haven’t seen your birth control pills”, “look how cute this baby is, remember when ours was that small, sweetheart”, “you’re so stressed darling, let me help you” which basically means you end up getting rawdogged within an inch of your life, condom long forgotten, one of simons hands held over your mouth to muffle the sounds you’re making. he just hopes he’d tracked your cycle right, that you’re actually ovulating, because you can’t possible refuse his ring after having two of his babies right? you wouldn’t do that to him, would you pet?
#this has been pingponging around in my head for days#if i have to think about it then so do you#simon riley drabble#cod modern warfare#cod#cod mw2#cod mwii#cod x reader#ghost cod#simon ghost riley#simon ghost x reader#simon riley#simon riley imagine#simon riley x you#simon riley smut#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#ghost#cod mw3
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Something, something, about the 141 men all being quite obsessed with you, placing bets who could get you first— everyone thinks it’s Kyle, he’s charming, handsome, who wouldn’t swoon at his feet?
Maybe even Johnny, he’s a bit of a dog, but he has a way with women, by some miracle, and he’s smart, maybe it’s his blue eyes.
No one thought it would be Simon, their lieutenant, of all people, anti-social, rough around every edge. A brute, curt, wears a skull.
Then one day, they get a message in the group chat from Simon, a picture attached. Kyle can’t believe it, Price, the dirty old man, saves it to his phone instantly, Johnny has to do a spit-take because there in the photo is you.
But it’s not just you.
It’s you perched on Simon’s lap.
Naked from the head down, back facing the camera, with your face buried in Simon’s neck. Simon gets a low enough angle, gets a perfect view of your pussy, stretched wide over his fat cock. Puffy and swollen, glistening with your sopping arousal.
With a simple sentence:
‘Look who I found’
#cherri writes#softaestluv#Cherris drabbles#call of duty#cod#simon ghost riley#cod x reader#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley x reader#captain john price#kyle gaz garrick#john soap mactavish#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley smut#idk I saw this in a vision#and idk how to format it#so have this#yeah…#cod brainrot… mmmh
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waking up freezing and shivering, teeth chattering every night because your husband is a blanket hog. you know it's not on purpose. he just can't help it. doesn't even know he does it most times. you'd think after years together you'd be used to it, but waking up curled into the fetal position as you try to retain even a smidge of warmth is something you don't think you'll ever adjust to.
so you reach behind you, feeling your spouses large form wrapped snug as a bug in your shared blanket and you grip onto the fabric. you pull as hard as you can but you don't manage to move him even an inch. you try once more...same result.
"ken..." you whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself. no response. "kento..."
he doesn't budge. you're tempted to just get up and go grab another blanket, but your husband, despite his seriousness, can get quite pouty when you do that. so you tap him hard instead sure to jab him in the spot you know is his most sensitive. this seems to do the trick as he grunts in response.
"I'm cold," you tell nanami and he sits up quickly, realizing what he's done. his pajama top hangs off one shoulder. his blonde hair is pointing every which way and sleep is heavy on his eyelids, threatening to weigh him down again any minute.
"I'm sorry, love," nanami speaks, voice rough and deep with exhaustion, but the sincerity in his apology clear.
then he's throwing the blanket back over you both. only he adds in a little extra warmth as he wraps his arm around your waist and throws a large leg over your body.
nanami buries his face in your neck, adjusting himself so that he can be as close to you as possible. only a few seconds pass before you hear his light snoring behind you. and you know the warmth you feel is from more than just his touch.
#bye i love nanami#im just rambling#something on my mind and now im going to sleep goodnight#i literally have nothing to add to this im squeezing out any little thing i can rn#nanami snores and hogs the blankets and wont let you change the tv chsnnels lmao#nanami kento x you#nanami kento x reader#kento nanami x reader#kento x reader#kento nanami x you#jjk fic#nanami kento drabble#jjk x reader#jjk x you#nanami fluff#nanami kento fluff#anime x reader#husband namami kento#soft nanami kento#nanami kento x y/n#nanami x you#nanami x reader#kento nanami#nanami kento#jujustu kaisen#kento x you#kento x y/n#jujutsu kaisen nanami#jjk nanami#jjk kento
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Mind swap drabbles my beloved (I’m hoping the color coding helps to figure out who is who)
Shorter post but we balling. Anyways my favorite headcanon is that the brothers say genuinely concerning shit sometimes and everyone but them registers that whatever they just said was, in fact, NOT a healthy mindset/normal experience. Raph does it the least out of the four, though, so his “moments” tend to be especially jarring
#I have more mishap doodles for this au but none of them are finished#rip#rottmnt#rottmnt mind swap#mind swap drabbles#rottmnt raph#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt leonardo#rottmnt fanart#my art
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thinking about your older bf!simon that cannot cope with being far from you.
when you’re in the shower, he’s sat on the lid of the toilet on his phone (watching those rug cleaning videos) enjoying your faint singing under the stream of water, the smell of your body wash on the cloud of steam- ready to pass you a towel or get your back.
when you’re at your desk, working from home or studying, he’s just on the other side of it reading the paper with one outstretched leg tangled with both of yours. he’s dead quiet when you’re on a call, just happy to be around.
when you’re doing laundry, collecting the clothes in the hamper and crouching to stuff them into the washer- turning around and accidentally colliding with a thick wall of muscle.
“sorry, love”
he steps aside but you can hear his soft footfalls as he continues to follow you throughout your home.
when you’re both watching something on the couch, what starts as his pinky locked with yours turns into his arm around your waist. that turns into your head on his chest, which culminates with you falling asleep in his lap with his cheek on your head and soft snores emanating from his lips.
when you grocery shop, you push the trolley but his chest is to your back, arms either side of you and hands clasped over yours on the handle. you can thank his military training for his uncanny ability to tell exactly when you’ll stop walking.
when he wakes up in the middle of the night, on a rare occasion when you’ve managed to slip out of bed without him realising, he’s immediately in a panic calling your name.
“in here, my love”
as soon as his heart settles, he realises the bathroom light was probably a dead giveaway. you’re taking a wee, you’ll be back in a minute.
that doesn’t stop a sleepy simon from leaning in the doorframe, shielding his eyes from the big light as he waits for you to finish up.
even on the short walk back to bed, you can feel fingers twisted in the back of your shirt- almost like you’re leading the way.
minute you’re both on the mattress, you’re being wrapped up in his arms, slotting you perfectly into the curve of his front- almost like you’re made for him.
(and you are)
#idk idk IDK i just want to he needed by him#he’s so big and strong and independent he spends his whole life doing things himself#doing the hard stuff on his own- i like to think at homes he’s needy#and i like to think you let him because he deserves it#doesn’t have to be big strong soldier at home he can be a little whimp#older bf!simon#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley blurb#simon ghost riley blurb#simon riley drabble#simon ghost riley drabble#simon riley headcanon#simon ghost riley headcanon
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"can you just try?" your boyfriend gruffs, his tone gentle as he folds his arms. sitting across from you at a quiet cafe, his fingers lightly caress the back of your hand, sending a flutter through your chest. he's asking you— again— to order for yourself, just this once. he promised, "it'll feel good, trust me," but the thought of speaking up sends a shiver down your spine. you can't even remember the last time you asked for something from anyone.
"yeah, but it's their job to serve you..." he grunted with a tiny chuckle when you'd told him this the last time.
"i know, but i still feel bad..!" you muttered, twisting the hem of your maxi skirt around your fingers. he had grinned, pressed a kiss to your forehead, and let it go.
until now, of course.
he remembers when you were rambling to him one night, frustrated with how you could never speak up for yourself in any situation. you'd felt like a loser. (you are, but he refrained from saying so at the moment hehe)
"just try." he repeats, offering a rare, almost tender smile. you nod, a tiny smile pulling at your lips in response. the waitress comes back, notepad in hand as she asks for your orders, starting with your boyfriend.
"mapu tofu— please." he says, closing his menu with a small nod as she takes it from him.
she smiles, turning her attention to you. your gaze drops back to the menu, but it feels like you’re studying it for the first time. “what would you like?” she hums.
"umm," you mumble breathily. you blink at the many food choices, even though you already know what you want.
"i'll have the.. kimbap, please." you speak lowly, your voice quiet and tentative. your hands cling to the fabric of your skirt, shoulders slightly hunched as you unintentionally try to make yourself smaller.
the waitress leans in slightly, smiling sweetly. "i'm sorry, what was that?"
you feel them both watching you and shrivel in your seat. you inhale sharply, looking up to meet the waitress's gaze before quickly looking back down. "kimbap." you repeat, your voice a little steadier now, though your nerves still tangle in your chest.
she nods, jotting it down before walking away, and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. you can't help but feel a little proud of yourself.
"jesus christ, felt like i was catching your introvertness." your boyfriend teases.
"shut up," you giggle, sliding your drink towards you.
"wasn't so bad, right?"
you shake your head, taking a sip of your drink as if it might help calm your racing heart.
"told ya so." he smirks, nudging your foot with his under the table
bakugou, aizawa, toji, zuko, eren, kuroo, + your favs !
#🍓 shy!reader ♡#div by @purefantasia :3#im posting shy!reader's masterlist in a little bit !!!#i wanna give her some kind of name so whenever i talk abt her i dont have to be type “shy!reader” so we'll see ^^#working on a fic with her + gojo mwahahhaha#multifandom drabble#bakugou katsuki#katsuki bakugou#katsuki bakugo#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugo x reader#bakugo fluff#bakugou x reader#bakugou fluff#bakugo#aizawa x reader#aizawa#shouta aizawa x reader#eraserhead x reader#toji fushiguro x reader#fushiguro toji x reader#toji x reader#toji x you#zuko x reader#atla x reader#mha x reader#jjk x reader#aot x reader#eren yeager x reader#eren yeager x you
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Soap being afraid of dogs because of a childhood incident. An aggressive stray attacked him but his father quickly got it off him. This, of course, traumatized him and he's had issues with dogs since.
Years later, he admits this to Ghost, who rather nonchalantly, recounted the three different times he was attacked by a dog, the third time being a true mauling and he had almost lost his hand to it.
"You... you love dogs."
"Yes, because one bad dog isn't going to erase all the good ones."
Soap, admittedly, did not expect this. And it made him rethink his approach on dogs entirely, though he wasn't close to adopting one.
"You're scared of snakes," he recounted.
Ghost nodded, "Yes and no. More of I'm scared of the bad memories attached to them."
"Doesn't getting mauled by a dog not leave bad memories?"
"Those dogs acted on their own. The snakes did not."
Soap wanted to ask but he felt a part of him telling him to leave it be. He knew what Ghost was talking about, he didn't need to bring it up.
"Kyle is scared of clowns."
Soap snorted at the unexpected statement.
"Don't tell him I told you," Ghost chuckled.
"What's Capt'n scared of?"
Ghost thought for a moment before he nodded to himself, "A shave."
Soap laughed again, a bit louder this time.
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imagine trying to keep up with clark 🤯 (18+)
clark kent is an undeniably gentle lover—clumsy at times, almost bashful, his movements hesitant in a way that’s endearing. sometimes, he looks to you for reassurance, those soft blue eyes pleading, asking if he’s making you feel good.
and he always does.
he knows your body so well it’s almost frustrating. his hands, his mouth, the way his voice drops just slightly when he whispers your name—it’s enough to leave you trembling every time.
he always tells you that you do. “perfect,” he murmurs against your skin, his breath warm and uneven as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. his voice is wrecked, raw in a way that makes you believe him—for a moment.
but there are things you’ve started to notice.
like the way he lingers for just a second too long, his lips brushing your temple as if hesitating to pull away or draw you closer. or how his hands tremble slightly when they release you, the strength behind them still careful, too careful. then, there are the moments he waits for you to fall asleep��the soft creak of the mattress, the shuffle of his feet as he slips out of bed, barely disturbing the air.
it’s always the same. the quiet click of the bathroom door, the faint rush of water as he turns on the shower.
you know what he’s doing in there.
and it eats at you, imagining him under the stream of hot water, head tilted back, his chest heaving as he works through the need that still claws at him. need that you weren’t able to fully satisfy.
once, you caught him. half-asleep and bleary-eyed, you stirred when the bed dipped, his weight returning as if nothing had happened. his skin was still damp, his hair darker and curling against his forehead.
but you want to be the one to help him blow off that steam.
“just blowing off some extra steam,” he said softly, leaning down to kiss your forehead.
no, you need to be the one.
you want him completely undone—panting, his chest heaving, red staining his cheeks while he’s too wrecked to say anything but your name. you want him shaking with pleasure, the same way he leaves you, winded and unable to think of anything else.
you want him gasping, moaning louder, his voice breaking apart as he tries to keep himself together. you want to see spit pooling at the corners of his lips, his body shuddering uncontrollably. you want him to blow load after load—on you, with you, inside you—until neither of you can take any more.
you just have to make sure you don’t turn the tables on yourself.
“you got another one for me, hun?” clark pleads, his voice soft but ragged.
his curls stick to his forehead, damp with sweat, and his face is flushed deeper than you’ve ever seen. his big hands hold your hips gently, fingers twitching as if he’s trying to resist gripping you tighter.
you’re blubbering, incoherent, your eyes unfocused as your nails scrape at his shoulders. it’s ridiculous trying to leave marks on steel skin, but the feeling of him, the weight of him, makes it impossible to stay still.
you’ve finally managed to corner him. after weeks, nearly a month of easing him into the idea that you could keep up with him, he let you try. and now he’s showing you a side of himself you’ve never seen before.
his body trembles against yours, his movements are frantic, urgent, a stark contrast to the measured pace he usually sets. your legs ache as you struggle to keep up, your body pliant and exhausted, while he bucks up against you, doing most of the work after you had given up on riding him.
he moves you easily, up and down his cock, his strength apparent even in his restraint. his head falls back against the headboard, blue eyes locked on yours, his glasses long discarded.
in all honesty, you don’t know if you have another one in you. you’d lost count three orgasms ago. you must’ve been delusional thinking you could keep up with clark kent, a man who is finally breaking a sweat, his broken moans and soft whimpers starting to turn into ones you’ve never heard from him before. even after cumming countless times, making a mess of your sheets, he still wants more, asks for it, begs for it—he needs more, he can take more, wants to give you more.
the slow drag of his cock, sliding in and out of you, has you mewling, tears staining your cheeks as the pleasure mounts again. his grip is firm but careful, guiding you, ensuring you can take everything he’s giving.
he makes you feel so good. your body trembling in his hands, every nerve alight and melting under his touch. you’ve become putty for him to mould.
it’s a little embarrassing, honestly—that he’s got you like this. you were supposed to be the one pleasing him, breaking him down, undoing him. not the other way around.
but he seems perfectly satisfied with the way things are right now.
you’re fully collapsed onto him now, your strength all but gone. his hips jerk upwards, his movements frantic and desperate, breath puffing hot air against your ear.
“can you… can you look at me?” he pleads, his voice cracking as his hands shift from your hips to cradle your face, tilting your head so you’re staring into his glassy, almost desperate eyes. “look at me while you come—it’ll make me come, too. please.”
you mean to whine, his touch burning against your skin, but the sound catches in your throat when you see him.
he looks utterly wrecked.
his eyes are clouded, unfocused, his lips slick and parted, his brow furrowed with something between pain and pure desire. you imagine you look much the same—spit glistening on your chin, cheeks flushed and tear-streaked, wetness trailing down your thighs.
he holds your gaze for a moment, his thumb brushing your lower lip before slipping into your mouth.
then, both of you move at once—you surge forward to kiss him, capturing those perfect, pink lips, your movements slow and languid while he remains restless. he adjusts to your pace, pulling you impossibly closer.
his blue eyes roll back as he thrusts into you again. one hand traces lines up your spine while his lips devour yours, leaving you trembling and teetering on the edge within minutes.
his kisses turn softer, trailing to your cheek, his teeth catching on your skin as he nips gently. “i’m not hurting you, am i?” he murmurs, his voice trembling. “i know it’s sensitive, baby. tell me if it’s too much, okay? i can stop if—”
“no, please,” you whimper, terrified he might actually stop. “it’s so good.”
you’re drunk with desire, clenching tightly around him.
“you feel so good, baby. so fucking good. you’re taking me so well.” his next thrust is sharp, deep, dragging a cry from your lips as he stills, buried to the hilt. “you’re gonna make me come again,” he groans, his voice breaking.
“fuck, please—”
“i want you to come for me again,” he interrupts, his desperation bleeding through. “you’re so tight and hot when you do. i need it again—please, baby, one more for me. can you give me one more?”
“i—yeah,” you nod, trembling, your body already vibrating on the verge of release.
he hardly gives you a moment to recover before he’s crooning, “one more, just one more, please, please, please—”
clark kent is completely undone.
#i am having thoughts...#no one look at me pls#faye’s writing ⭑.ᐟ#clark’s glasses#clark kent drabble#clark kent smut#clark kent x reader#clark kent x fem reader#clark kent x you#clark kent x y/n#clark kent imagine#clark kent fanfiction#superman smut#superman x reader#superman 2025 smut#superman 2025#reader insert#smut#smallville#clark kent smallville#smallville smut
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more of Ghost’s sweet wife from this blurb! | mlist ✎ᝰ.ᐟ
Ghost’s sergeant’s are still trying to figure out how a sweet thing like yourself ended up as their Lieutenant’s wife. Rumors spread, ones that bruise Ghost’s ego just a little— ‘Did you hear the Lieutenant is holding a poor lass hostage as his wife?’
It doesn’t help that anytime anyone asks he chalks it up to his ‘irresistible charm.’
The truth? Well he can’t let his team know how utterly soft he is for you.
It would ruin his image if he told them that when he’s not on base he spends his spare time at his elderly neighbor’s apartment. Carries her mail up the stairs everyday so she doesn’t have to climb up the stairs herself, helps her up them whenever he does see her shaking and stumbling up the steps.
Asks her if she needs anything from the market when he’s going shopping, takes her to get refills of her medicine. Always makes himself available to her no matter how minuscule, opens stubborn jars for her, helps her read the tiny font on her prescription bottles, fixes the time on her clocks when the time changes.
Her glorified maintenance boy, and truthfully, Simon was more than happy to help. It felt good to be needed for something normal, so he replaced her light bulbs, drained her clogged sinks, fixed her lopsided wash machine with a smile.
Every Sunday morning, the same routine, tea and biscuits while she taught him how to crochet. It wasn’t exactly easy to hold the slender hooks in his thick fingers, but he could hold them steady long enough, zero his focus through a needle after years as a sniper. He was quite a patient person, and the stitching helped pass the days he was alone, numb his mind to nothing, but loop and thread.
Loop and thread.
It’s not like she was the only one benefiting from the agreement. It was quiet, peaceful, a much needed contrast to the draining and stressful occupation he put himself in. Most days he fell asleep in her recliner, always had her heater a little warmer than needed, the smell of pastries she was baking wafting from the kitchen. Made her living room entirely too comfortable, but she didn’t mind when he took naps, even if he was sure he snored like a bear.
Insisted he call her ‘Gran,’ even if she wasn’t his grandmother. Though, he supposed she acted like she was; baked him an abundance of pastries, always made more than enough dinner for two people. Gave him left overs for lunch— ‘a little lady like myself can’t finish it all alone, Simon.’
Plus, it led him to you.
There were days their conversations strayed to his relationship status. Single, of course, something Gran tried to change, dropping hints throughout their time together:
‘A young man like yourself should have a wife and kids by now, Simon!’
‘You sure are a handy man, you’ll make a great husband someday.’
‘You should meet my granddaughter, I think you two would get along swell.’
‘You know, my granddaughter can cook just as well. Taught her all my recipes.’
He always brushed it off; he wasn’t exactly looking to be in a relationship, but Gran was cunning, sneaky, and set the two of you up. Invited him over for dinner and to watch the football game on the telly one day. Except when he walked through her front door, calling for her, he saw your figure in the kitchen, adorned in an apron, covered in flour and sugar.
And well, he already called her ‘Gran,’ why not legally make her his grand-in-law?
#the soft man apocalypse#this wasn’t supposed to have more parts but I couldn’t stop thinking about it#cherri writes#cherris drabbles#softaestluv#call of duty#cod#simon ghost riley#cod x reader#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#ghost cod#soft simon riley#hm yes serotonin levels just rose
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sakusa knows he’s a bad date.
he’s quiet, timid, doesn’t speak much, and asks all the wrong questions at the wrong time.
he’s not very good at eye contact and a lot of the things he wants to say he feels he can’t say at all either.
(partially due to the feeling that everything he says when he talks to you ends up embarrassing him, and partially due to the fact that talking to you for long periods of time make him tongue tied).
(not that he’d ever admit that).
despite all that though, he does know the basics when it comes to going on dates:
he buys you flowers (and forgets it by his doorway), he opens the car door for you (and apologizes when it almost hits you as he opens it), and he makes dinner reservations at the restaurant you mentioned to him in passing three days ago (he did a good job with this one).
so yes, him being a bad date is not unbeknownst to him. quite the opposite in fact, it’s not only something he knows about himself, but it’s also something that he thinks about all the time.
or at least, all the time ever since he’s met you.
that’s how the two of you end up here — the evening of your first (and probably last) date, sitting on a porch step of an empty building, a bloodied handkerchief filled with crushed up snow pressed against sakusa’s left cheek, and a few missing buttons from your favorite winter coat.
sakusa always knew he was a bad date, but he never thought he would be this bad.
the plan had been simple: get you flowers, open the door for you, drive you to the restaurant you liked. sakusa had this game-plan of his memorized ever since you said yes to him four — now five — days ago.
he wrote it on a piece of paper, step by step, and kept it in his wallet sleeve in case he forgets, he repeated it to himself three times in the mirror this afternoon before he left the house to pick you up, and he said it to himself one last time in the car before texting you that he’d arrived.
he memorized it.
and still, he messed it up.
the streets are empty and the evening is quiet.
“sorry … for this.”
his words feel like they’ve been the first to be spoken all night.
on the snowy concrete just below your feet, there’s a few drops of blood making its presence known loudly against the whiteness of the snow, the drops scatter sporadically, and near it, there’s a button or two from your coat.
you sit next to sakusa on the cold steps, it’s a quiet night, and it’s not snowing anymore, but the soft bed of the cold flurry it left behind made for a beautiful evening.
you let your head fall slightly on his shoulder, “for what?”
you can feel him stiffen immediately under your touch, and he coughs, shy, and looks to the side.
it makes you smile a little bit — his efforts of hiding his expressions — it’s not like you can see him anyway with that big makeshift ice-pack covering his face.
“sorry for the bad date.” he clears his throat, more clearly now, a little louder too, but his tone almost sounds disappointed. “… and sorry for ruining your coat.”
you lift your head up from his shoulder, frowning, and you turn to face him, “it’s not a bad date.”
he doesn’t say anything to that. instead, he keeps his head turned slightly away from you, but his shoulders fall a bit when you move away from him.
“if anything, i should be the one apologizing.” you mutter lowly, “i’m the reason you got hurt.”
sakusa huffs slightly. a second pausing in the air as he refuses to return the look you give him, and finally, he puts down the “ice pack” from his cheek, and looks at you.
his cheek is scratched lightly, nothing too deep, just a red mark that’ll probably resolve itself in a few days, but his lower lip though — the culprit of the blood stained snow — is undeniably busted, still bleeding slightly, and making him wince at the sudden loss of pressure.
“don’t say stupid things.” he tells you, and if it makes him sound cold, he swears he’s not trying to be.
he just doesn’t know what else there is to say.
the truth is — it is a bad date.
he forgot your flowers, almost hit you with the car door, and now, the two of you are missing your dinner reservation because he got himself injured twenty minutes into the night.
it’s not fair, he thinks. half the things he wants to say to you, he can’t. half the things he wants to do, he messes up.
you make him fumble on his words, tongue tied, speechless, literally. you make him write things down on notes so he won’t forget them or practice on bathroom mirrors or worry in his car outside your doorstep.
he is the most capable man in his team, he is the sharpest, the most composed, his teammates and coach all count and look up to him.
but for some reason, one night with you, and it all washes away.
he doesn’t know what to say to you, he forgets things, and he falls face first flat on the hard concrete ground twenty minutes into your first date.
don’t say stupid things.
“you really won’t let me take you to the hospital?” you put your hand on his knee, turning even more to your side so you can face him better.
you have half a mind to put your other hand on his injured cheek but you don’t want to hurt him more than how he already does.
“it’s not as bad as it looks.” and as he says that, he winces, the gust of wind suddenly hitting his busted lip a testament to his bad luck tonight.
sakusa wants to kick himself, if there ever would be an appropriate time to act cooler than how he actually was, it would definitely not be now.
you don’t look so convinced, but sakusa wouldn’t know, he’s still only limiting himself to looking at you briefly before shifting his glance to something behind you or beside you or above you.
“hm. and it doesn’t hurt?” you cross your arms.
he shakes his head, “no. it doesn’t.” (it does.)
you raise a brow, “and you wouldn’t happen to be lying to me right now so i don’t take you to the emergency room?”
he shakes his head again, “i’m not.” (he is.)
you give him a look.
listen — sakusa already knows that he’s a bad date, but come on! he has been planning on asking you to dinner with him since the first week he’s known you, he’s been worrying about this evening since the second you agreed to it, and he’s been kicking himself in the head ever since the night began.
he’d rather bleed out on this disgustingly dirty porch step than admit that he’s a date so bad he can turn an evening meant for dinner into a night at the emergency room.
he doesn’t want you to think that he can be so bad like that. (is it too soon to ask you out for dinner again?)
you still look frustrated at his answers. but at least, he’s looking at you now.
you let out a big sigh, shoulders falling, and suddenly, you clap your hands together loudly as you straighten up.
“then i have an idea.” you say, and sakusa furrows his brows at the sudden change in the atmosphere.
you give him a prompting grin. “heads or tails.”
and it catches him so off guard, he says aloud, “what?”
you dig for a coin in your coat, “i’ll flip a coin and if it lands on heads, we go to the emergency room, no arguments, no fusses, no nothing.”
he frowns at that.
“but.” you tell him, and your grin gets wider as you show him the dime laid out on your palm, “if it’s tails, we go to my apartment, and i’ll try to fix you up there.”
his frown falls almost immediately into something else.
one night out with you and he’s already bleeding heavily and injured, and now you wanna take him back to your apartment?
were you trying to kill him?
“heads or tails, omi.”
he blinks at your words. and once again, he finds himself saying aloud, “what?”
you shoot him a funny look, your eyebrows slightly raising as your lips curve upward into a crooked smile.
you say, teasing, “if you don’t know; heads is the part of the coin with the head of the person showing on it and tails is the–”
sakusa grumbles loudly, cutting you off mid-sentence, making sure you see him roll his eyes at you, and he nudges you slightly with his foot.
he mutters, albeit under his breath, and he tries to hide it, but you can always tell when he’s smiling, “i know what a goddamned head is.”
you shrug, your grin wider now when you see his mood lighten up a bit.
“do you know what a goddamned tail is?”
sakusa huffs out an amused sigh. the smile on his face a lot more prominent now, and you only wonder slightly if it hurts him when he does it.
his shoulders fall as he’s defeated, “just take me to the emergency room.”
you let out a short laugh and the night doesn’t seem so quiet anymore.
you fall back against his shoulder, “ah, omi, are you just saving the opportunity to be invited into my apartment for our next date?”
there’s a choking sound to be heard in the air.
his face almost feels like it’ll erupt into flames by how casually you just said that, a hot pink hue creeping up from his neck to nose all the way to the tips of his ears. he blames it on the cold, and immediately, he presses the “icepack” back against his cheek.
sakusa stands up suddenly from the porch step, “let’s go now.”
and just like he said, he strides away, faster than what would usually be safe on snow-covered pavement.
“omi, not so fast!” you yell after him, rising from your own seat and following his pace, “you might fall again and hurt the other side of your face and atsumu will think i beat you up on our first date.”
he walks faster.
“i can go to the hospital myself, please don’t follow me.”
“that’s ridiculous! let me take care of you!”
he trips on his feet slightly as you say that and his heart feels like it would’ve fell from his mouth had he not caught himself before falling again.
you really were trying to kill him, weren’t you?
maybe this date doesn’t feel so bad after all.
and, is it too soon if he asks you to come have dinner with him again?

#ragebaiting sakusa as a date idea DING DING#ik my sakusa posts dont get that much views but i cant help it i love writing for this silly man#also guys i fear ive hardwired him into my writing as a whimsical man#he just has whimsy#i have a secret talent where i see whimsy potential on a seemingly whimsy-less man and bring out the whimsy in him#my rambling OVER#I HOPE U LIKED THIS!!!#also sorry for the 9 day wait WOW it wont ever be that bad again i promise#sakusa x reader#x reader#fluff#angst#imagines#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#hq!!#sakusa kiyoomi x reader#sakusa kiyoomi#headcanons#drabbles#fanfiction#haikyuu x you#sakusa x you#hq x reader#timestamps#oneshots
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Mary Harrington finally gives up one day, boards a plane home alone knowing that her husband is likely already in bed with a woman ten years younger than her. For the first time in her life, she doesn't feel hurt. Only mildly disgusted, maybe with herself too.
She arrives in Hawkins to ruins that are slowly getting rebuilt, smoke almost cleared, and weird whispers about her son and his new friend, the trailer trash Eddie Munson. Something about being too close, too intimate for two men. She feels the familiar disdain, the words "what would your father think" - and then exhales and lets them go. She is past caring about Richard Harrington.
Instead, she sits down with them. She is honest, she was in love once and she knows those eyes - Steve's look like her own, after all. Behind the adoration, she sees the darkness in Steve's face, the pain, and thinks - I couldn't fix my husband, but I can fix this. She gently asks them both if anyone has been giving them trouble. When she hears several familiar names of local God-fearing women, she laughs for the first time in what feels like forever. "Leave them to me," she says.
She stops by for coffee. Chats a little. Gently opens the topic of the rumors about her son. And then: "I understand, Linda. Homosexuality is a sin. What a funny thing, one could say the same about fucking my husband last spring. Of course, it's been so long...I'm sure your husband knows?" One by one, the rumors quiet down and Mary's smile grows into its old radiance.
The first evening back, she summons all the remaining rage, disappointment and sadness over wasted years, poking at old wounds until she's sobbing. And like that, she calls Richard and wails into the phone how everything is destroyed, their house almost gone, and gently guides Richard to the brilliant idea of signing over the small flat in the center he's been renting to Steve. She knows Richard has no patience for her emotions, and she sobs out how Steve has been fixing the town, how he'd become everything Richard had ever wanted, a true pillar of the community, but he has nowhere to sleep, oh how it's breaking her heart, what would the town think-
He promises to send over his lawyer the next day. She thanks him through the tears, says one last "I love you" and with the click of the ended call, dries her tears and pours herself a glass of wine. "How did I do?" she asks.
Steve just laughs and hands her a cheese plate he's been preparing in the kitchen. He nudges Eddie who is staring with wide eyes. "What?" asks Steve with a smirk. "You've always admired my bitchiness and pragmatism. Where do you think I got it from?"
The flat is signed over the next day. Mary kisses her son and Eddie goodbye - she would go back to her parents for a while, she says, just to get the divorce finalized. Plus, one of her old friends still seems interested, her being the one that got away and all that, and Mary intends to test that theory. She will keep in touch, she says. And for the first time, Steve believes her.
#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#steddie drabble#steddie fanfiction#steve's mother#this all started as an intrusive thought of Steve not having parents but Karents#as in Karen parents#and this happened#i am sleep deprived af but this demanded my attention
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normal procedure

words: 2.1k
warnings: 18+ only!!, dubcon, gynecologist!rafe, patient!reader, virgin!reader, gyno exam, fingering, p in v sex, protected sex
a/n: we can pretend that this is a roleplay scenario because obviously no real doctor would do this, lets all take a breath and remember this is fanFICTION aka not real or an endorsement by me (or my readers) of anything in this story
“oh, um-” you gulp, blinking as the fluorescent lights shine down on you.
“your feet ma’am.” he repeats, tapping the stirrups. you lift your legs, well aware that you're lacking any sort of underwear underneath your hospital gown.
your doctor secures your legs in the straps before his eyes drift to your center, now on display with your parted thighs.
you gasp and pull your gown down to somewhat cover yourself.
“ma’am, i assure you this is all part of the normal exam.”
“i-i-” you swallow thickly, blinking again, swearing the lights are only getting brighter, hotter, as a bead of sweat forms and falls on your forehead. “what's your name?”
“im doctor rafe cameron. certified gynecologist. you can just call me rafe though.” he explains softly. “and there is no need to be nervous.”
“okay… how long have you been a gynecologist?”
“asking all these questions is just going to delay what we need to get done.” rafe says. “shall we begin?”
“i suppose.” you nod. you know usually girls wait until after they have sex for the first time to visit, but with your twenty first birthday coming up as still a virgin, you decided you might as well stop delaying the inevitable.
“im just going to lift your gown.” rafes hands are slow and gentle as he brings the hem up, revealing your bare cunt to him.
“does it all… look okay?” you question.
“you look perfect.” rafe says, his voice lowering in tone as he reaches for his gloves, pulling the latex over his long, slender fingers.
“okay.” you nod. surely a doctor would know. it lessens your anxiety the tiniest bit.
“im going to touch you now, okay?” rafe looks up at you, and his eye contact holds you still, blue eyes gleaming with intensity as they look into your brown ones.
“y/f/n?”
“oh, yes.” you nod quickly. “yes, that's fine.”
rafe hums, the corner of his mouth turning up into a smirk. “so if i read your chart correctly, you haven't had sex yet?”
“no, s-sir.” you shake your head, eyes moving to the ceiling to avoid that captivating gaze, even if the fluorescents make your eyes hurt.
rafe mutters something under his breath, but you're sure your ears are just playing tricks on you. no way he would whisper “perfect” to himself. surely he's a professional.
rafe lays two fingers on your inner thigh and your entire body jolts, the gloves cold against your bare skin.
“it's okay.” rafes other hand rests on your thigh, rubbing gently with his thumb. “im going to begin the exam, if you feel any discomfort at any point just tell me.”
“okay.” you nod, and you swear despite the chilly gloves, his touch leaves a trail of fire as he brings his two fingers closer to your pussy, before suddenly swiping through your folds.
“oh!” you squeal out, hips lifting slightly before pushing back down.
“it's a normal bodily reaction.” rafe assures you before you can even feel embarrassment.
rafes fingers swipe through again, but at least you're expecting it this time. you blink quickly, trying to keep yourself calm as his other hand moves to join in examining your cunt.
“just going to use my thumbs to look around. let me know if it gets to be too much.”
just as rafe said, his thumbs begin to pull and poke at your skin. you move your gaze from the ceiling back down to rafe, seeing the same intensity in his eyes but now focused on your pussy.
“im going to touch you some place that may make you feel… fervent. please know that any reaction your body may have is normal and all part of the exam.” rafe places his thumb directly over your bud, and your body lights up like a firework.
you don't even realize you're moaning until the side of rafes mouth quirks up again into that signature smirk.
“oh!” you squeal again. “oh my god, im so sorry.”
“it's all normal.” rafe assures you. he gives you a moment to get used to the pressure on your clit, simply touching it with the pad of his thumb before he begins to swipe over it, stimulating your clit while his eyes move back and forth between your pussy and your face contorted in pleasure.
“is this supposed to feel so good?” you question. you didn't do much research on what actually happens when you get in the gynecologists chair, but you swear what you've heard from friends is that the exam isn't comfortable.
“yes.” rafe says simply, and you have no reason to not take his word as truth. “my thumb is going to stay there as i insert a finger.”
you nod, glad to have the distraction of his thumb moving around your clit, even if your cheeks flush with embarrassment as you grow wetter.
“hm, looks like i won't need any external lubricant.” rafe looks up at you. “sometimes i have to with virgins. but your pussy is perfect.”
“thank you?” your thought process is quickly shut off as rafes finger prods at your entrance, getting his gloves significantly wet.
“sorry if this is cold, but i have a feeling you'll warm me up quickly.” rafe pushes his finger inside slowly, and you have to tilt your head back and squeeze your eyes closed to keep more sounds from coming out of your mouth.
“does it all feel normal?” you're well aware at your voice must sound strained as rafes finger rubs against your inner walls.
“yes.” rafe says, this time his voice having an air of shakiness to it. “you're tight, but it's to be expected from a virgin.”
“s-sorry about that.” you can't tell if rafes emphasis on the word is negative or positive. “i didn't see myself losing it anytime soon so i scheduled my appointment.”
“and why is that darling?” rafe questions, his voice a purr as he begins to move his finger in and out in slow strokes.
“why am i a virgin? uhh…” you trail off. “i guess just haven't found the right guy yet.”
in truth, the whole idea of sex gets you nervous. hopefully after getting assurances that everything works okay down there, it'll be one less thing to be anxious about.
“we can take care of that today if you'd like.”
the thumb stroking over your clit flicks upward suddenly, making your hips jump up, legs straining in their spread position.
“what do you mean?” you ask, feeling and hearing rafes finger speed up, your slickness making it easier and easier for him to move.
“i can take your virginity. it's part of my duties as your doctor. only if you'd like, it's an optional part of the exam.”
“you mean like… insert something in me?”
“yes, my cock.” rafe smirks as he pulls his finger out, tapping against your wetness and letting the sound spread through the exam room.
“oh!” you look at rafe to make sure he's serious, but his expression doesn't convey any sort of joking around. “gynecologists do that?”
“for our virgin patients if they'd like. id wear a condom of course and take your virginity so it's less of an ordeal for you. and i can assure everything is working fine.”
“and by everything you mean…”
“making you cum.” rafes thumb applies a bit more pressure to your clit. “although you're already not far off, are you?”
“wouldn't know.” you can feel something growing in the pit of your stomach, an unfamiliar feeling you can't quite place.
“what do you say y/f/n?”
“s-sure.” you nod. “if this is all normal, i guess it's fine.”
“great.” rafe smiles, before looking down at your cunt. “ill have to work two fingers into you before fu- helping you lose your virginity.” he explains.
thankfully, his thumb keeps tapping and pressing down on your sensitive bud as a second finger lathers itself in your wetness, sliding through your folds before dipping into your cunt.
his finger are barely an inch inside before they're back out. “you'll have to excuse me for going one handed for a second.”
rafes thumb moves away from your clit, and you're about to cry out for more, immediately missing the feeling, when rafes mouth drops and his tongue takes its place.
“doctor!” you shout.
“all normal.” rafe assures you, his lips already shining with your juices. “taste is an important part of the exam too. and you're very sweet.”
you watch as rafes head dips again, his mouth working on your cunt as his two fingers that you hadn't even realized have been pushed inside of you begin to move.
rafes free hand reaches for his pants, pushing them down to get his already hard cock out. he begins to stroke as his tongue licks at your clit, fingers opening you up.
you feel another jolt of pressure when his fingers spread to scissor and close, scissor and close, working your gummy walls open for him.
rafe presses a series of wet, sloppy kisses over your cunt before restraining himself and pulling back, licking greedily over his lips to not waste your taste.
“are you ready?” rafe asks, reaching into a drawer to get a condom.
“yes.” you nod quickly. you're more than desperate now for his cock, especially as his fingers slide out and leave you empty to squeeze around nothing.
rafe stands up, bringing his cock up into your sight line. your eyes widen when you see he's much longer and thicker than his two fingers that were already a tight fit inside you.
“don't worry.” rafe says as he tears the foil of the condom before getting the rubber out and rolling it down his length. “im gonna take good care of you.”
your hips already sit at perfect height as rafe steps between your legs. you would close them out of shyness if it was at all possible.
rafe taps his tip over your clit, making you moan out, but you don't bother to hold back, not when rafe lets out a moan as well.
“the room is completely noise proof, and sounds are nothing to be embarrassed by.” rafe assures you as he rubs his cock against your pussy, thoroughly wetting himself before pushing against your entrance.
it's a slow push to break the ring of muscle, and then an easy slide once he's in.
“h-holy shit.” you whine out, hands gripping the side of the bed as rafes hips immediately begin to swing in and out.
“any pain?”
“none.” you answer quickly. there's no hiding the intense pleasure being brought to your body, especially when rafes thumb retakes its place on your clit.
“there ya go.” rafe smiles as he feels your cunt flutter around his cock. “i can tell you're getting close.”
rafe glances at the clock, wishing he could fuck you for longer, but if he extends the time for the exam too long the nurses will surely get suspicious.
“how does it f-ffffffff-” your ability to speak briefly lapses when rafes thrust speed up. “feel for you?” you manage to complete your sentence.
“your pussy feels amazing. you're so tight and warm. any guy would be lucky to be inside of you.” rafe says, his hips moving faster, desperate to cum. “perfect.”
you are practically glowing underneath the praise and impending orgasm, rafes thumb moving faster with real purpose now.
your head tips back and before you know it, a wash of light and pleasure has taken over your body, and you're moaning and twitching as what you're certain is your high breaks.
“that's it.” rafe smiles, feeling your pussy flutter around him, clit pulsing with the strength of your orgasm as he thrusts harder into your pussy, putting all his might into helping you ride out your orgasm and spur on his own.
rafe lodges his cock as deep inside of you as he can as he cums, briefly cursing the barrier of the condom from preventing himself from flooding your womb.
“very- good.” rafe pants, pulling out extra slow despite the clock ticking down, watching as your hole squeezes back tight as he pulls out.
rafe discards the condom and then his soaked gloves, sticky with your wetness before tucking himself back into his pants.
“take all the time you need.” rafe undoes the stirrups and let's your legs flop down. “ill come check on you in five minutes, i need to see if my other patient is here.”
and just as quickly as he entered, rafe leaves the room, leaving you with your pussy a sloppy mess and heart beating fast.
#cant believe i have to put that warning but i have recieved enough hate oml#okay anyways#rafe smut#rafe cameron smut#obx smut#outer banks smut#rafe fic#rafe fanfic#rafe fanfiction#rafe cameron fic#rafe cameron fanfic#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe x you#rafe x y/n#rafe x oc#rafe x reader#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron x y/n#rafe cameron x oc#rafe cameron x reader#rafe imagine#rafe blurb#rafe one shot#rafe drabble#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron blurb#rafe cameron one shot#rafe cameron drabble
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lemonade stand

you needed some money.
42 dollars, to be exact. and by the looks of it, the loose coins in your piggy bank weren’t going to be enough this time.
the idea didn’t come easy. it took hours of questions, hours of thinking. but when you saw a big kid grab a drink from the park vending machine, a lightbulb flashed overhead: you were going to make a lemonade stand.
it was a solo gig, at first. you had it all figured out: you’d snuck the ingredients onto gran’s grocery list, cut out some yellow streamers on construction paper, and asked your math teacher what the price per cup should be. everything was going just as you hoped.
that is, until the night before setup, when caleb's nosy self had popped in out of nowhere and ruined your plans.
he’d caught you in the kitchen, teetering on the stepstool as you tried to reach the sugar, and decided you needed his help.
and after you lost the ensuing argument—there wasn’t much you could do with all the lemons, cups, and spoons floating over your head—you’d reluctantly accepted it.
so you’d put him to work. he squeezed, and you mixed. you’d been on squeeze duty at first, actually, until he’d slowly nudged you out of the way. a) i’m stronger, he’d said. and b), if the juice sprays in my face, it won’t affect me as much. you know i love sour things.
and so you worked in a steady rhythm, making batch after batch until gran decided it was bedtime.
the next day, as you set up in the summer heat, caleb had to pull your bottom lip out from your teeth. it’s just so scary not knowing if anyone will come, you’d whined.
look on the bright side, he’d offered, ruffling your hair. if it’s a slow day, we’ll have enough lemonade to last us a week.
but as the sun rose in the sky, customers from all around the block trickled in. friends with their parents, the nice lady down the street—even the cranky old grandma with the snobby cat had stopped by.
and caleb had been by your side the whole time. counting cash when the numbers got too high, fetching more ice when your supply melted, and chatting with the guests you didn’t know that well.
order up, pip-squeak, he’d called, brandishing two full glasses with a toothy grin. those had been for the newlyweds a couple houses down. you always told him you wanted to be like them when you grew up, but his cheeks got red every time. you never could figure out why.
when you’d gotten too hot, caleb had even poured you a cup of your own, dropping a few too many crinkled-up bills into your coin jar. it’s called a tip, he’d told you. people give you those when they think you’ve done a good job.
the last few customers came by after work, when a soft evening breeze cooled the air. before you knew it, the sun was setting, and you wobbled back inside with the overflowing jar you insisted on carrying yourself.
89 dollars was the day’s total, and with a loud cheer, you gave caleb his share of your earnings. he’d refused at first, but you’d forced him to take it, knowing he’d do the same for you.
and the next week, after a thrilling trip to the mall, your 42 dollars went to a new home. your purchase? a shiny model airplane, bought just in time for caleb’s birthday.
#let me get ahead of the curve here: no i do not have any grapes#i have accidentally started the caleb birthday celebrations a month early#also this is 600 words but i'm classifying it as a drabble idc#love and deepspace#love and deepspace x reader#caleb x reader#love and deepspace caleb#lads#lads x reader#lads caleb#lnds#lnds x reader#lnds caleb#love and deepspace fluff#lads fluff#lnds fluff#caleb fluff#caleb#caleb x mc#caleb x you#caleb xia
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