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nightdiary · 1 year

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word count: 4.2k genre: fluff, established relationship, mildly suggestive (at the end but nothing mature) author's note: had so much fun writing this one, hope it's just as fun to read! kind of went on a tangent with some of these but ... scratches head ... more for you to read! as always, feedback is greatly appreciated ^o^ enjoy 🤍

✧ yeonjun - sharing a bed

you’d like to bet that between you and yeonjun, your boyfriend was the braver one of you two. braver here being used loosely of course, and more in the context of yeonjun being absolutely unabashed in his affections and moves on you. shameless, to be more precise.

after all, he’d been the one to initiate your relationship. he’d also been the one to initiate your first kiss. organize your first date. say the unforgettable three words first. the whole nine yards, really.

“junnie, please,” you insist, threading your fingers through his and pulling him closer. “it’s awful outside, and my bed’s right here. my warm, soft, comfortablebed with your favorite person in it.”

“are you sure? really, don’t feel like you have to offer just to be nice,” he mumbles. his words are soft against the onslaught of rain outside, and you almost miss the timid edge to his voice.

he’s nervous, you realize with a start. your invitation appears to have thrown him off-guard, and it dawns on you that this is the first time you’d be sleeping in a bed together.

as if answering for you, the stormy sky outside splits open with another series of crackling lightning. flinching, yeonjun hugs his windbreaker tighter around himself, and you resist the urge to call him out for being stubborn. you’d spent the last half hour convincing him to stay the night, and after driving his excuses into dead ends, he had no option but to stay with his beloved partner instead of venturing out into the downpour.

tragic, right?

yeonjun and nervous aren’t exactly two things you’d put together. they can coexist, but not necessarily belong to one another. that being said, the strange predicament you found yourself in at the moment was making you worry.

“i promise,” you say, leaning in to peck him on the bridge of his nose. “now go shower. i love you, but you’re not coming into my bed with your outside clothes.”

as a freshly-cleaned yeonjun steps into your bedroom a half hour later, you try not to let your wandering eyes dip below his exposed clavicle. clearing your throat, you busy yourself with changing into your pajamas and slipping into your side of the bed, where you pretend to find interest in the miscellaneous belongings you’d strewn about your bedside table. now you’re feeling nervous.

yeonjun shyly perches himself on the edge of your bed, picking at a stray thread on your comforter. the image is so unlike the yeonjun you know, any semblance of your confident and shameless boyfriend now seemingly having been washed away. he’s replaced by a charmingly bashful version that you’ve only seen a handful of times before, primarily at the very beginning of your relationship.

it’s weird, and yet strangely endearing.

“there's room up here as well, y’know,” you prompt, snorting when yeonjun looks up at you like a deer caught in headlights. patting the space next to you, you pull back the blanket and smooth over the sheets, humming absentmindedly.

you hear movement a second later, looking up to find your boyfriend crawling up by your side and awkwardly shuffling under the covers. he lays on his side, peering up at you through his lashes and patiently waiting for you to join him. you take that as your cue to turn your bedside lamp off, plunging the room into semi-darkness.

you’ve just barely begun to make out the edges of yeonjun’s face when he shuffles closer, looping his arms around your waist and closing the distance between you two. his cold feet brush yours, and when you yelp in response, you’re met with a series of giggles that tell you there’s nothing to worry about.

“hi,” you say.

“hi,” yeonjun parrots, “you’re comfy.”

humming, you bring your hand up to massage the area where his neck meets his shoulders. almost instantly, you feel him relax even further into your embrace, dropping his face into your chest with a barely-discernable whine. got him, you think.

“does this mean i can sleep over more often?” it’s hard to hear him from where he’s mumbling against your shirt, but you’ve learned to decipher his sleepy murmurs.

“depends, are you going to get shy like this every time?”

yeonjun’s answer is muffled yet again, and you’re unsure if he was saying something or just whining again. tapping on his neck, you feel him draw back to look up at you, smoothing your thumb down the side of his cheekbone fondly.

“m’sorry, it’s just that i’m not used to you initiating things like this,” he says. his hand finds purchase along your hip and he rubs his thumb in comforting circles. “makes me feel nervous but in a good way. it’s nice to see you comfortable while doing these things.”

“so you’re saying i need to step my flirt game up,” you tease.

“whatever you’re comfortable with,” he’s quick to say, and you feel the fondness practically warm you inside out. no matter what he’s doing, yeonjun will always be gentle and considerate.

“well, looks like you’re in luck,” you decide, pinching his red cheek (gently). “cause i’m starting to take a liking to this shy side of you.”

✧ soobin - moving in together

out of all the things that could have gone wrong, you wonder why it had to be this.

“the moving company got their date mixed up,” soobin groans. he tosses his phone onto the only piece of furniture you two had managed to bring up yourselves– a rickety desk chair from ikea– and you snort as the sound reverberates around the empty room. “they thought we scheduled them for tomorrow. the guy sounded really sorry though, and offered a discount for the inconvenience.”

rubbing at your temple, you try to ignore the way your exhaustion grows tenfold at the news. “i’m too tired to be upset right now,” you admit. the only thing on your mind at the moment was rest. and food.

ever since soobin brought up the idea a year into your relationship, it’s been a big decision in the making. truthfully, it had always been at the back of your mind; the intimacy of sharing a living space with your partner. you knew you wanted to take this step with soobin and knew that it would require months of planning and arranging for it to be realized, but you were prepared to overcome whatever came your way.

finding an affordable place that wasn’t a considerable distance from both of your workplaces was challenging enough, but when you finally decided on a few candidates, another series of obstacles were presented. landlords had complicated requirements, especially for couples who weren’t married yet, and that left you with even fewer options than you’d first anticipated. add a pet into the equation, and you could count your choices on one hand.

(soobin had jokingly suggested you two get married to avoid one of the issues, but more and more often you found yourself wishing he meant it.)

the place you’d found was quite short of perfect, but it was lovely and fitting in its own regard. it had enough space for both of you and your baby (odi), and it was located in a neighborhood that allowed you to easily access family, the workplace, and a recreational area. soobin was going to live there with you, and that was enough to get you to overlook the less-than-perfect parts.

sitting down, you thank the universe that the place was at least clean when you arrived. you rest your back against the wall and close your eyes, listening as soobin cycles through another round of phone calls in the hallway.

you don’t realize you’ve drifted off until soobin gently wakes you up by patting your head. groaning and stretching, you almost fall over from excitement when you realize that the room smells like food. not just any food, but your favorite noodles.

the room’s still disappointingly empty and the sky outside is getting dark fast, but soobin’s looking at you with a dimpled smile and holding up a bag of takeout from your dearest restaurant like a trophy. you can write today off as a good day.

despite the fact that you still have no chairs or a table to eat on, you and soobin arrange yourselves and the few belongings you’d brought into a formation that allows you to eat comfortably on the floor of the apartment. you didn’t exactly dream of eating takeout on the floor of your empty place on move-in day, but hey, things have a way of working themselves out.

“this would be a good place for that shelf you liked at ikea,” soobin mumbles between chews, pointing his chopsticks in the direction of the wall adjacent to you.

nodding, you set your box of noodles down and gesture to the area by the grand window. “right? i was thinking odi’s cage can go here. and we can put up some curtains to make sure he doesn’t get too warm.”

something in your chest lets up. rolling your neck, you ignore the painful creak in your back and blink through your tired haze to admire your boyfriend. soobin, who had tirelessly pushed through today and made sure things worked out the best they could. soobin, who made sure you felt comfortable and accommodated throughout the whole process, especially when things got physically demanding. soobin, who loves you endlessly and got you your favorite meal after a long day.

“i’m really happy we’re doing this,” soobin whispers earnestly. his eyes dart around the empty room before settling on your hands where they’re cradled in your lap. “even if not everything goes our way, i’m glad i’m going through everything with you.”

“we’ll work this out too,” you promise, and it feels hopeful on your tongue. reaching out to encircle soobin’s free hand in your own, you squeeze it reassuringly. and when he smiles back, you start to believe yourself.

✧ beomgyu - meeting his family

there’s an element of truth to the saying karma is a bitch.

partially, you are at fault. but the instigator at fault here really, are those stupid romance movies you’d watched with beomgyu.

an important thing to note: neither you nor beomgyu are fans of romance movies. if anything, you two are able to bond over your mutual dislike of the genre, no matter which forms you choose to consume it in. that being said, your decision to binge-watch and extensively criticize them was coming back to kick you in the ass. hard.

“i promise my parents don’t bite,” beomgyu had said, in a light-hearted attempt to reassure you. “my brother might, but i’ll bite him back.”

you weren’t able to formulate a response back without screaming, so you gave beomgyu what you hoped was your best convincing smile. five minutes later, you found yourself at the threshold of his childhood home, stepping into it with quivering hands and a smile so shaky you feared it’d turn into a frown the second you relaxed.

here’s the thing. you’d always found it silly when couples met the parents in movies. you’d told your boyfriend that it was overexaggerated. cringy. unrealistic. sitting through the scenes made your skin physically crawl, especially when the characters purposefully got themselves into situations that evoked the strongest sense of second-hand embarrassment you’d ever gotten.

however, the worst part, inarguably, was the parents. without fail, every time, they were handpicked to be teeming with the most awful traits known to man. you understood it was purely for entertainment purposes, but god did it drive you up the wall.

tldr: you and beomgyu think romance movies are silly. you in particular think the meeting the parents scenes are the worst.

almost ironically, here you are, a solid five months into your relationship with beomgyu, meeting his parents.

they’re warm and inviting and the complete opposite of what your self-sabotaging brain had expected. his mother hugs you like you’ve known each other for years, smiling at you with a gentleness that makes your heart feel all funny. his father’s equally excited to meet you, eagerly ushering you into the house and bumbling about a much-needed tour (and a whole bunch of other things, but you’re still panicking and barely picking up anything else).

beomgyu remains at your side the entire time, hand securely held in his own as you shuffle after his father through the different rooms. you even get the pleasure of seeing beomgyu’s childhood room, which still retains a semblance of his younger self, encapsulated by the copious amounts of band posters and colorful figurines lining his shelves.

you’re joined by his older brother at dinner, who graciously introduces himself as beomgyu’s worst enemy and promises to show you blackmail-worthy material later. the meal itself is just as lovely, and you find yourself sheepishly reaching out for seconds and thirds when his parents encourage you to. the dishes spanning from one end of the table to the other are deliciously colorful and vary in taste and texture, and the thought of the family preparing for you in such a way has your heart clenching.

“this is freaking me out,” you tell beomgyu once the two of you retire to the guest room for the night. “why do they like me? why hasn’t one of them made fun of me for what i’m majoring in? are they going to hit me with it over breakfast tomorrow? because i’d rather not, i was really looking forward to those blueberry pancakes that your mom mentioned and–”

“babe,” he cuts you off, though not unkindly. his hands worm themselves around your waist, drawing you into a much-needed embrace.

letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, you rest your forehead against his shoulder and allow yourself a moment of vulnerability.

“i wasn’t just saying things when i told you they’d love you,” he murmurs. you feel him beginning to gently sway you side to side, and you let yourself become boneless in his hold. “you’re perfect for me, and i’m perfect for you. it’s not hard for them to tell.”

nodding, you try to even out your breathing to match his. after a few minutes of silent rocking, your boyfriend pulls back to look at you head-on, and your heart leaps into your throat at the sheer fondness in his expression. even in the darkness, his eyes gleam with adoration and you find yourself overwhelmed with love yet again.

“thank you,” you say earnestly. you hope beomgyu understands how much this means to you.

the next morning, you’re finally able to indulge in a choi family breakfast (featuring their infamous blueberry pancakes and breakfast tarts). the table isn’t filled with hostile comments regarding the ins and outs of who you are, but rather genuine inquiries into your field of specialty and interests. beomgyu and his family listen attentively, responding in their own unique ways and furthering the conversation with interesting bits about themselves.

you feel beomgyu’s eyes following you throughout the entire morning, straying only once his attention’s called for by his parents. you spend most of your time at the table, exchanging embarrassing stories with his brother, and before you know it, it’s already noon.

you and beomgyu are tasked with washing the dishes while the rest of the family head up to get dressed for the afternoon activity that your boyfriend had suggested. for the most part, it’s slow and quiet, just like the rest of the morning. you’re bringing over the mugs when it happens– beomgyu moves in and readily corners you against the counter, grinning mischievously when you go red all over.

“i’m starting to regret bringing you here,” he whispers, and you feel yourself freeze as the sound of footsteps approaches the kitchen. “i can’t even get you to myself…”

“here’s that photo of him with his underwear on his head,” you immediately recognize his brother’s voice, and you rush to set the mugs down in the sink before you drop them.

beomgyu whirls around with a glare so harsh you worry he’ll start wrinkling at 30, and promptly tries to rip the photograph out of his sibling’s hand. the kitchen’s soon filled with yells, and if you had no concept of who was fighting in the room, you’d think it were two toddlers.

you know it’s no use picking a side, so you use the distraction as an opportunity to slip out the back door and greet your favorite family member– toto.

✧ taehyun - saying “i love you”

there’s something on your mind.

you can’t pinpoint exactly when it started following you, but ever since you’d first taken notice of it, it hasn’t left.

it’s present in the little things; when taehyun’s mittened hand seeks yours out blindly, when his eyes follow you through crowds fondly, when the scent of his cologne fills the empty gaps of your life with familiarity, when his mouth wraps around the syllables of your name with care.

it’s everywhere even when he’s nowhere to be found; he’s the tiger lilies at the florist boutique on your block’s corner, he’s in the rhythm of the pop songs you hear at the grocery store, he’s the stuffed otter you hug to sleep on difficult nights.

it’s abstract and yet it isn’t. by all standards, it isn’t tangible. and yet you know you feel it when taehyun weaves his fingers tenderly through yours; you know you see it when taehyun’s eyes meet yours and the edges curl like crescent moons; you know it’s part of you when you feel warm and electric all over at the prospect of telling him.

you’re in love with taehyun, and you’re going to tell him tonight.

“there’s something on your mind,” he says, and the grin on his face tells you he already knows.

shrugging, you look back down at your phone, situated precariously in your lap. the bright numbers on your screen read 11:54 PM. six minutes to midnight.

“you don’t have to tell me what it is,” taehyun continues. “but you know you can tell me anything. right?”

“right,” you confirm, voice soft. looking over at the neighboring rooftop, you notice a group of teenagers beginning to spill out into the night air. “of course. i know that.”

five minutes to midnight. the december air is brittle with snow as it blankets seoul, coloring the dazzling landscape a muted white. taehyun’s coat sits snugly around your shoulders, warm and familiar, encasing you like an unspoken promise. even as your breath curls into the night in gray tufts, you can’t feel a semblance of cold.

four minutes to midnight. scuffing the edge of your shoe against the ground, you tuck your phone into your pocket and stand up. taehyun’s eyes follow you, but you’re too afraid to look back. you pace over to the railing and lean against it, breathing in deeply to steady yourself. your ribs ache with anticipation, your fingertips buzz, and your throat feels tight.

three minutes to midnight. somewhere in the distance, a loud shout rings out. the teenage company on the next roof over begins to light their sparklers, giggling buoyantly at the flares that spring up.

two minutes. your breaths begin to thin out, each stretching just a millisecond reach less than the other. your mind is reeling, positively overwhelmed with how much there is to say, but the diminishing seconds keep growing and you’ve got no time.

one minute. from inside, you can hear the tv program’s commentator begin to count down the seconds. stepping back from the railing, you look up at the sky. it’s dark and empty, void of any stars that should be there.

“i have something to tell you too,” taehyun whispers.

you blink the world back into focus. taehyun’s to your right, looking at you with the words ready on his lips. seoul is loud and brilliant, but you can only see him.

taehyun’s hand finds your own, and you don’t have to think. you love him.

“and i love you,” taehyun responds.

you don’t realize you’ve said it out loud until the birds in your chest spring free. the world around you erupts into a colorful blast of fluorescent yellows and reds and blues, deafening as the fireworks fill the sky with vivid spirals. your ears are ringing and you feel out of breath and your throat aches, like you’d just screamed away every last second into january.

“i love you, i love you, i love you!” your shouts are drowned out by the whistle and crackle of the ceremony unfolding above you, but taehyun can hear you and that’s all that matters.

the cotton of his mittens envelopes the sides of your face and he brings your lips to his own with a toothy grin. he’s warm and smells like evergreen pine, tastes like the cider you had earlier, and you love him.

✧ kai - first kiss

“i’m not making this a big deal,” kai pouts. his eyes flit across your face, and his brows furrow when he picks up on the nervous twitch of your lip. “i’m not, right?”

“you’re totally making this a big deal,” despite the fact that you feel like your heart’s about to beat out of your chest, you giggle.

perhaps, in retrospect, you shouldn’t have told your boyfriend about your inexperience surrounding kissing. though it was a conversation you knew kai would handle with utmost consideration, you felt jittery and nervous all the same.

the secret’s involuntarily revealed a few weeks into your relationship when kai tries to kiss you at the end of a date. in an anxious fit, you’d freaked out and backed away, but not for the same reason that your boyfriend initially suspected. after copious reassurances and promises, you’d told him the real cause behind your panic: lack of experience.

if anything, kai took your confession in stride. he’d hugged you instead and promised to talk about the matter later, when you two weren’t trembling outside of your apartment at midnight.

the talk in question was currently being held on the floor of your living room. the two of you are curled up by the foot of the couch, facing each other with varying degrees of red on your faces. there’s a show playing in the background, but you’d stopped paying attention a long time ago.

you’d told kai that you didn’t want to make it a whole thing, and that he didn’t need to feel obligated to do anything out of the ordinary for you. a kiss was a kiss, and whether it happened in the mundanity of your home or at the top of a ferris wheel, it only mattered to you who it was with.

you just wanted to get it over with, for both your and your boyfriend’s sake.

kai looks at you with something so tender in his eyes you feel your breath catch in your throat. as the last of your laughter dies out and the silence returns, you try not to think about how much you want to throw caution to the wind and press up against him.

“i’m going to do it now,” he announces, and you try not to burst into another fit of laughter.

the ghost of his hand brushes by your nape, cradling the back of your head and thumbing at your skin soothingly. you hadn’t even noticed that you’d gone warm all over, and the contrast of his cold fingers against your neck makes you shiver. kai’s eyes meet yours questioningly, and when you give him an affirmative nod, he leans into your space with purpose.

it’s short and chaste and achingly sweet, but above all, more than you could’ve asked for. the pressure against your lips is unfamiliar but not unpleasant, and you find yourself melting right into the feeling. but it’s gone before your mind can catch up, leaving you suspended mid-air with a rushing heart, yearning for more.

kai draws back from the kiss with a nervous exhale, though he hovers in your orbit with a giddy smile, watching for your reaction. his cheeks are flushed and his eyes are chasing your lips like he wants to dive right back in, and you’re sure you’re in a very similar predicament. pressing your palm against your cheek in an attempt to soothe your burning skin, you shyly look up at him through your lashes.

“how was it?” he asks, the question spilling out between the two of you like a secret. there’s a vulnerable undertone to it that immediately has you sitting up and smiling reassuringly.

“hmm, i don’t know,” you say teasingly, with an embarrassingly breathless quality to your words. you reach out to brace your arms around his neck, toying with the soft tufts of hair you find. “you’re going to have to do it again, i wasn’t really paying attention.”

kai’s eyes grow the tiniest bit wide, but then his lips pull into an uncharacteristically smug grin as he moves to lean in again. “yeah? well since you insist…”

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writingoddess1125 · 7 months

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Modern AU Buggy X Reader

Buggy x GnReader

Just fluffy Headcanon!

• Buggy is the leader of a budget theater group that he spends nights writing or getting his people to practice for local shows- during the day however he has his own Boat Charter company and a second business of a delivery company.

• Has Rhinophyma and Roseaca which is why his nose is so large and red. Hates it and has been to so many dermatologist to get it fixed- but due to blood flow and other things will have it for life.

• Has a deep anger towards his half brother Shanks- He feels like their mentor Gol D Roger's who owned a large shipping company when he died it should have been Shanks who owned the shop to keep the legacy alive. Buggy would have been willing to follow Shanks if he did this since he knew he cohldnt- But Shanks ended up just leaving town and Buggy trying to keep it together before it finally went belly up.

• Secretly wanted to be an actor but never got the chops for it due to his nose-

• When you first meet Buggy its at one of the plays, it's a fun improve night. While not many people are there you go with some friends since you found the tickets online.

• You're one of the few people that actually play along with the act and seem to be enjoying themselves. Instead of half drunk college students that got the tickets off groupon-

• He has you come down to the stage and does a whole improve act with you, Being such a good sport you end up helping him get the crowd more engaged.

• Buggy invites you to do shows with him which you agree to. Hum giving you his number in exchange

• Showing up every Thursday to the improv nights and you start becoming friends with his theater group. Noticing how Buggy seemed much happier as you got along with everyone-

• After a few months he works up the courage to ask you out on a date, which you gladly accept.

• At first he tries to take you to the most expensive places but when you express he doesn't have to spend money to show he lives you- He gets more creative and thoughtful.

• Walks through the beach, coffee dates, going to musicals together.

• His favorite are movie nights, He will show off his limited cooking skills aka Hot Dogs and a assortment of junk food while the two of you watch mostly terrible F Tier movies together.

- "Which one did you find?" You call out from the kitchen getting some soda for yourself and Buggy.

"It's called Jesus Christ Vampire Hunter {OP note: This is a real movie- absolutely awful}" Buggy yelled out, laughing at just the name as you jump onto the big couch and hand him his drink as he eats some chips.

"That sounds absolutely awful" You say, looking at the cheap movie cover and reading the back with a snort. Buggy nods, patting himself on the back for finding such garbage.

"It truly is, I've outdone myself" He says proudly before the two of you start the terrible adventure. Having to pause the movie at times for laughing so damn hard-

"This is so bad!" You say as you laugh and roll on the floor- Buggy no better. However he wiped the tears from his eyes as he caught his breath.

"While we can laugh at least he made a movie-" He pointed out with a shrug, you sitting next to him and raising a eyebrow at the oddly kind words from Buggy.

"What do you mean?"

"I always wanted to make a movie- But I doubt anyone would watch them.. they barely watch my shows" He muttered, his insecurities getting to him as he subconsciously touched his nose. You reaching over and grabbing his hand quickly, kissing his lips to snap him from his terrible thoughts.

"What are you talking about?! I think your shows are great and I know you'd do a fantastic job making a movie!" You proclaimed loudly with a smile, your Boyfriend turning and staring hard at you.

He stares at you- like youd said the craziest thing ever. You feeling a creep of worry going up your back at how he was looking at you

"What is your ring size?" He finally ask and gestures to your ring finger making you blush deeply red.

#x reader #one peice x reader #one piece #one peice live action #buggy one piece #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #modern buggy #buggy thoughts #op buggy #buggy headcanons

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goofyahhcats · 7 months

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Even Under the Coldest Night

Rating: E Pairing: re4 Leon / gn! afab! Reader Summary: Your relationship with Leon Kennedy has been going well, great actually. Between cute domestic activities and sleepless nights (for more than one reason), you two are the picture-perfect couple. You decide to act on that as Leon is helping you prepare dinner. Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Gn Reader, Afab reader, petnames, p in v, cunnilingus, oral (reader receiving), edging (kinda)

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Dating Leon has its perks.

For one, anyone who went so far as to look at you funny was sent packing by a rough glare or an equally rough pat on the back. You didn’t mind his protectiveness, although he tended to become mildly jealous.

He would remind you of that every night as he pressed himself deeper inside of you, his voice low in your ear. His fingers would grip your sides tight, sure to leave bruises.

“I do a better job than him, yeah?” a thrust of his hips, “They could never love you the way I do,” his cock bows inside of you at his own words, “I promise, sweetheart. I’ll always make good on that. No matter-” a whine escapes his lips, “-who it is. Fuck.”

You don’t even have to say anything. He somehow managed to get off on his own talking. Of course, the times you did participate, it had him clenching the bedsheets and screwing his eyes shut. Begging to some higher power to give him the strength not to cum at that very moment.

Your gaze was what did it, looking up or down at him with eyes deep and wide with pure love. Your touch felt searing hot, the slightest squeezes to his thigh had him crossing his legs tightly, praying no one would notice the obvious bulge in his pants.

Leon was a sweet man to be with. Adorable in every little thing he did. Cooking? Cleaning? Fixing little things around the house? Adorable.

“I’m not adorable,” Leon looked at you with quirked-up eyebrows. He returned his gaze to what he was doing, then smirked to himself, “You are, though.”

You would snort, roll your eyes maybe. Your hands would travel up his arms, slowly at first, and then you were wrapped around each other in a tight embrace. It was a charade the two of you knew and enacted frequently. He would always smile in response, offering to

“Prove it to you, yeah?”

Every time it ended with you spread open on his lap, facing a mirror. His fingers would dip in and out of your pussy as he kissed along your neck.

“Pretty little thing, aren’t you?” he would assure you, punctuating his statement with a particularly deep thrust of his fingers, soaking them up to the knuckle.

Your whines were the only thing that could be heard in your house those nights. Leon wouldn’t even let himself anywhere near finished until you had come at least twice.

You had also come to admire his physique. Hardened over his many years of working, fighting crime, and beating the bad guys. Today, the two of you had decided to tackle the task of dinner together. It was going well so far, with no unnecessary distractions. You had other plans, however. Maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t been home in a while, always seeming to be out on some mission. Maybe it was the warmth in the air from the little fireplace in your living room; Leon had tended to it, nursing the flames and chopping wood outside in the frigid air. Maybe it was the love songs that were playing over the radio. Damn it, you wanted him. You wanted him bad.

You stared at his form. Shamelessly undressing him with your eyes. Big, strong, and fucking attractive. His forearms twisted as he began to knead at a ball of dough for which you were supposed to be preparing a bowl.

Instead, you just watched as each muscle in his arms and shoulders worked together. Moving, turning, stretching. Leon lifted a hand to swipe his bangs out of his eyes. It was funny, although his outward appearance was rough and strong, his hands were always quite soft. The skin of his fingers were gentle as they meticulously explored your body each night. The pads of his fingers were always tender when they rubbed circles around your clit.

His hair lay gently over his sharp jawline, curving over his ear all the way up to the crown of his head. The color of wheat, swaying similarly in the air as he rocked back and forth. A quiet tune escaped his lips as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, swinging in time with the song on the radio.

You started off innocent, slinking up behind him and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You laced gentle touches along his jawline from behind, threading them through his golden hair as he worked. He smiled, kissing the hand that got too close to his mouth. You continued your work, opting to run your hands down over his chest. You prodded and squeezed at each muscle you found, dragging your fingertips against the sides of his waist. He chuckled, turning you around to face him.

“What are you planning?” he raised his eyebrows, knowingly.

“Nothing,” you blinked innocently.

Leon smirked, running his knuckle along your chin as you stepped closer, pressing your waist against his. Your arms snake around his upper body, dragging him close to you.

“Likely story,” he mused, this time tenderly brushing at your hair.

You lean your head into his touch, looking up at him with gentle eyes, “You’re the worst, you know?” the smile on your face said it all.

He matched your smile, pulling your face against him.

His lips were sweet and soft. You chuckled slightly, remembering how you had begged him to start using chapstick a few weeks prior.

He pulls away and cocks his head to the side, “What, glad I finally started using chapstick?”

You lean up and kiss him again, relishing in the plump softness of his lips. Pulling back slightly so that your faces are centimeters apart, you giggle.

“Damn right I am,”

Leon shakes his head with a smirk gracing his lips. He blinks, his lashes fluttering about in the light from the fire. His deep blue irises sink into yours, his gaze is soft. The corners of his eyes crinkle up a bit after staring for a moment, and he breaks away first with a snicker.

He shakes his head again to rid himself of his shit-eating grin- hardly succeeding. He returned to you, lips hot and heavy. He attacked your lips first, licking at them and kissing you passionately. His fingers slid all around in your hair, gripping at it occasionally.

You swatted at his hands, mumbling a complaint about the flour from the dough getting in your hair. Leon perked up at that, dutifully turning and washing his hands in the sink. He flicked the water off of his hands and began to wipe them off on his pants. You groan, handing him a dish towel instead. He smiles and dries his hands off, while you roll your eyes.

He grabs you by the hand and drags you to the couch. He presses you back against it as he continues to kiss your lips. The cushions were warm and inviting, the light from the fireplace giving the room a warm glow. Your lips made smacking noises as your kiss turned heavy. Leon broke away, face awash in a red blush.

He smiles graciously and begins to lift the hem of your shirt over your head. You help him, raising your arms as he lifts it. He stops halfway up your arms, holding them up above your head with the shirt bundled between them. His strong grip keeps you there for a moment, as he shamelessly stares at your exposed chest. He lets out a low whistle, smirking to himself.

“Doesn’t get old,” he continues to stare, chuckling.

You roll your eyes, slightly embarrassed.

Leon continued to admire you, running his free hand over your chest, groping at you gently. You squirm, but his other hand holds your arms firmly. After a moment, he decides to let your arms go, pulling your shirt completely off of you.

You reach up and unbutton his shirt, which he tosses somewhere on the floor along with your own. Now even, you allow your fingers to run across his chest and stomach. His well-defined chest and stomach were hot underneath your touch, and he stopped you after a few seconds. You begin to grumble in protest, but he shuts you up by dragging your pants downwards. He gently leans downward, gripping one of your thighs and tossing it over his shoulder. The other lay on the couch, he held you spread eagle.

You shiver at the feeling of the cold air on your clothed pussy. He gently runs a finger over the wet spot on your underwear, satisfied with his work. He looks up at you, warm blue eyes fill your vision as Leon literally rips your underwear in half.

You make a noise of protest which quickly devolves into a loud moan as Leon licks at you feverishly.

His tongue can’t seem to decide between dipping inside of you and drawing circles over your clit. He eventually chooses the latter, pressing his fingers gently to your entrance. You whine and buck your hips.

Leon chuckles, “Easy,” he lays a hand on your stuttering hips as you rock back and forth against his finger. “I know I’m just that irresistible, but you can at least put up a fight,” he smirks, slipping not one, but two of his fingers inside of your warmth.

You cry out as his tongue returns to your clit, his tongue lapping at it like a puppy would water. He sucks against your mound, and he can feel your pussy clench on his fingers.

You were close, so close. Your mind went blank as you shouted his name, fingers twisting at the warm couch cushions. Leon looked up at you as you squirmed and moaned his name. The firelight flickered over your body. Each curve, lump, and scar basked in an orange glow. A few beads of sweat decorated your skin, shimmering in the light. God, you were beautiful.

Leon’s thoughts were interrupted as you grinded down on his face. His nose catching against your clit. A hot flash of pleasure shoots through your veins.

“Fuck- Leon!” You throw your head back, almost there.

With a devilish grin, he pulls away. You gasp and whine, hips bucking at nothing. Leon leans up towards your face, stroking your cheek soothingly.

“Relax sweetheart, I’ve got something better for you,” You look up at him, the phrase not quite setting in as he unbuckles his pants. His obvious hard-on shone through his boxers. He slid those down his legs too, and his cock bowed upwards; hitting his stomach and smearing it with precum. He straddles your hips, looking down at you.

You stare, reaching out a hand to run along his shaft. That caught Leon off guard. His breath hitches as your fingers circle the tip, gently prodding at him. He suppresses a whine as you stroke gently along his length.

“Fuck,” he breathes heavily. You squeeze at him gently as you stroke. His hips buck forward on instinct, “Hey… unfair,” his voice is strained as your strokes increase in speed.

After a moment he decides he's had enough, pulling away from your hand. He rubs his cock against the entrance of your pussy. He slides in while rubbing tight circles over your clit. You whimper, and Leon begins to thrust into you. He tries to be gentle at first, pressing light kisses against your neck as he starts to pick up speed.

“Fuck,” you moan, “Leon, please. I-” Leon nips at your neck, soothing it with his tongue, “Fuck! I need you… I need you right now,” His thrusts became more erratic. He groans into your ear as his hands find purchase against your waist. He curls over you as his pace fails him. He doesn’t hold his groans back now, fingers returning to your clit.

Leon abruptly pulls out, shoving his head between your thighs. Your voice chants his name in time with his tongue as he licks at you. He tastes you, he tastes himself, and he sucks at your clit frantically. Your moans become higher pitched, and Leon immediately replaces his mouth with his fingers. His cock slips between your folds once again, you grab him by the back of the head and drag him down. Your lips meet, bumping into one another in your frenzy. You feel your orgasm wash over you, pussy squeezing at Leon’s cock in spurts.

“Cum for me Leon,” you say through lidded eyes, gazing up at him in post-orgasm bliss.

He whines, actually whines. His fluids paint your insides as he shudders, lowering himself completely on top of you. You stay like this for a while. Hot breath fans over each other’s faces as the light from the fire dies down. You had shifted, sitting up with your head leaning on Leon’s shoulder. He gazed contentedly at the fire, stroking lazy circles into your back.

You practically jump out of your skin at the loud beeping from the fire alarm. Leon quickly scrambles off of the couch, making a beeline for the kitchen.

“You forgot your clothes!” you shout through the house, laughing and gathering your belongings with you.

“Fuck!” Leon’s gruff voice emanates from the kitchen. You enter, met with the sight of a very naked Leon standing over a smoking baking tray. He turns around comedically slow, presenting the charred ashes of what once was a pizza to you.

��I burnt the food.”

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xcherryerim · 1 month

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Chocolate Kisses

"Who can love you like I love you? This warm and yet distant sweet dream" - Underwater by Red Velvet

Mike Schmidt x gn!reader | word count: 2.3k

- SMUT ONE SHOT | MDNI | 18+ ONLY! -

Warning: oral sex (to reader, no genital specified), penetration, unprotected sex (wear condoms yall pls) , A lot of teasing, facial, porn with plot (also a bit of fluff)

Disclaimer: This is my first time writing penetration in a gender neutral aspect. If there is any mistakes let me know so I can go back and change it. Thank you!

Summary: After another failed date that makes you feel like you will never find love, you go to your best friend's place (Mike), searching for comfort, but he ends up showing you the love you’ve been craving (and also something big and thick).

You gripped the steering wheel until your knuckles turned white, tears welling up in your eyes, struggling to keep yourself at bay as you drove through the dark streets. You couldn’t bear the thought of being alone right now and drowning in self-pity. You needed to be with someone who could understand, and that person was Mike.

Once you arrived, you wiped away the tears as if trying to hide your sadness and sorrow. You cried in front of Mike many times, even over small things like watching a sad movie. But he couldn’t handle seeing you cry because of heartbreak. You took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. The quiet street made you even more nervous as you waited for Mike to answer. After a few moments, the door swung open, and the sight of him struck you in all his glory. His hair dripped with water from a recent shower, and the scent of minty shampoo wafted all over the air. The dreamy sight of him mesmerized you.

“Hey… Aren’t you supposed to be on another date today?” His raspy voice brought you back to your depressive reality. Mike’s head tilted as you tried hiding your puffy eyes behind your hair. You were praying he wouldn’t notice your pain, but your heart sank again when you saw the look of pity that flashed across his face.

“How do you think it went?”

He stepped aside, allowing you to enter his home, and closed the door behind you. “You know I’m always here to listen,” he says, leading you to the living room. “Why don’t you sit, and we can talk about it over hot chocolate?”

He disappeared into the kitchen, returning moments later with two steaming mugs of the comforting drink. As you accepted the mug, he sat down next to you, his arm resting on your knee, as he gave you a reassuring smile.

“Just take your time and tell me what happened.”

You sipped the hot chocolate, the warmth from the drink and Mike’s pats on your knee spreading over you. “It was just like the others, Mike,” you began, tears welling up in your eyes again.

Mike sighs, staring off into space before he speaks. “I hate when you—“ he starts before his tone softens at the sight of your sad eyes. He searches for the right words as they catch in his throat.

“I don’t get why you keep trying,” he says, his voice quivering with concern and exasperation. “That’s all.”

Your eyes were already welling up with tears, but his words hit deep, and you could barely speak. “Mike—“ you choked out.

“No!” He shouted, clenching his fists and tightening his jaw. “I hate seeing you suffer over the same thing!” Mike’s anger flared, but his emotions weren’t directed at you. Instead, fear and frustration fueled him because of your suffering.

Mike can’t stand to see his friend, the person he loves, hurt by failed relationships repeatedly. He’s frustrated and angry, but most of all, he’s tired of seeing you devastated when things go wrong. Mike wants to protect you, but can’t.

“I’m sorry,” you utter, eyes filling with remorse and empathy as you look up at him. “You’re right. Maybe love isn’t for me.”

Mike’s heart broke into a million pieces as he heard those words. He couldn’t help but feel responsible like he had failed you somehow. As he sees you struggling to hold your tears, he whispers, gently cupping your face in the palms of his hands. “Don’t say that. You deserve love and you will find it when you least expect it.” You stare up at him, trying to believe him.

“I’m just so tired of the same thing happening, and I know you hate seeing me like this.” You try to hide your sorrow with a chuckle, but there is so much sadness behind the apology. “I feel so pathetic.”

Wanting nothing more than to relieve your agony, he reached out gently and wiped away the stray tear from your cheek. “You’re not pathetic, and you don’t have to go through this alone,” Mike voices with determination. “I’m here for you. Here for you, no matter what,” he murmurs, pulling away slightly. “And if you ever need a reminder of that,” Mike grins, “just look at me.”

“Mike— “you began, but he cut you off.

“I care about you more than I can express, and I want to be here for you,” he said. “I don’t want you to feel alone in this. And maybe, just maybe, I can be the person who makes you feel alive, happy, and loved.”

Mike pulled you close, his sturdy figure pressing against yours as his hands gripped your hips. The anticipation and tension of years of unspoken feelings and emotions make every touch more severe. As his lips crashed onto yours, you could hardly contain yourself with the rush of pleasure. The intensity of the kiss was almost too much to bear, but you found yourself wanting more when the two of you broke apart.

“Maybe it’s time to stop searching elsewhere and find what we both want,” he murmurs, almost as if he’s asking for permission.

You nodded, unable to form coherent words in response to his passionate kiss. “Yes,” you rasped out. “I want that too.”

Mike couldn’t help the sensual grin that spread across his face as he felt you nod. “Then let’s explore this together,” he whispered, leading you towards his bedroom. As you entered, he carefully undressed you, taking his time to appreciate every inch of your figure. His fingers traced the curves and lines, making you shiver with satisfaction, your moans growing shallow with each brush.

Mike knew exactly how to drive you wild, teasing and pushing all your buttons until you couldn’t help but beg for more. Each caress became increasingly bolder and more assertive, leaving no part of you untouched. His fingers traced the delicate lines from your neck, down to your chest, across your stomach, and finally stopping at your pelvis. “You’re perfect,” he mumbled, his eyes drinking into every inch of you like a thirsty man finding an oasis

He stepped back, taking a moment to admire his handiwork. His gaze lingered on your curves, tracing the lines of his fingertips along your skin as if he were trying to commit them to memory. With a sudden, decisive movement, he pushed you down onto the bed, his weight pinning you in place. The suddenness of it sent a thrill of desire coursing all over you.

His lips traced a path from your collarbone to your breastbone, his teeth gently grazing your smooth skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You arched in response, crying softly as he continued his journey lower. His tongue danced over you, exploring every inch of your sensitive flesh, making the ache between your legs grow more insistent, demanding to be satiated.

As the tension built between you, Mike increased the pressure on you, eliciting grunts and pleasured gasps from you. You trembled under his skilled ministrations, and you found yourself lost in the sensual bliss he was creating. Your gasps, heavy and uneven, filled the room as you surrendered to the moment.

“Mike, please just fuck me already,” you implored, your fingers gripping his hair hard, a sign of the intensity of your desire. Mike whimpered softly, his eyes widening as he lifted his head to look at you.

“I know I am taking a long time, but I’ve been wanting this for years,” he whispered, his tone barely audible over your ragged breathing. You could feel the sincerity in his words, the depth of his desire for you. He released his grip on your thighs, his hands now tracing gentle, sensual patterns on you.

“Please, just let me take my time with you,” he pleaded, his eyes never leaving yours. “I want to make this as amazing for you as it is for me.” His words sent a shudder through you, and you nodded, unable to speak, your body asking for him to continue. Mike positioned your frame carefully, supporting your back with his chest and lifting your knees onto the soft mattress. He traced the head of his cock along your slick entrance, taunting and pleasuring you as he edged closer to penetration. His roughened fingertips grazed against your sensitive skin once again, each caress making a delicate dance of anticipation and desire.

As he finally pressed the tip of his erection into your opening, you arched your back instinctively. “Fuck,” you growl under your breath as the pain gave way to fulfillment.

Mike leaned closer, purring into your ear. “You can take it,” he assured you, his cozy voice sending a wave of excitement down your spine. His roughened fingertips traced patterns on you. After exploring your silhouette with delicate touches, Mike brought his hands to your chest, tracing circles around your nipples. His fingers playing around, exploring every inch of you, while his thumb was rubbing your swollen flesh in circular motions.

“If you keep making those sounds, I won’t be able to stop myself,” Mike declared. It seemed you were unaware of the delicate nature of his thrust, considering his massive presence and the way his skilled hands were sending pleasure down your entire being. You couldn’t resist the approaching climax, and yet, you yearned for even more of his touch.

“Harder, Mike, please.” You managed to say it in between whimpers.

His hips rocked forward, pushing his cock deeper into you. The sensation was unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before—hot, thick, and demanding. Your form tensed up, bracing itself for the inevitable pain that followed, but it never came. Instead, a wave of intense gratification washed over you, making your entire being convulse in ecstasy as your bodies melded together like two pieces of a broken puzzle, finally fitting together perfectly.

As you felt yourself getting closer to the edge, you cried out his name. The sensation of him being inside you was overwhelming, making you beg for more. But instead of stopping or slowing down, Mike continued at the same pace.

“Yes, scream my name,” Mike growled, his grip tightening on your hips as he pounded into you relentlessly. The sound of your moans reverberated off the walls of the empty area, filling it with an erotic symphony. His thrusts grew more harsh, matching your rapidly escalating arousal. With each powerful slam, he pushed you to the edge, the air around you thick with the scent of sweat and desire.

Despite your intense climax, Mike persisted, his hips rocking fervently, driving deeper and deeper inside you. Your body convulsed under the overstimulation, your nails digging into the thin fabric of the bed, leaving small indentations behind. Your voice quivered as you implored for release, your form shaking with each plea, but he silenced you with a firm, possessive kiss on your neck.

“Just a bit more, please,” he begged, the scent of his desire intoxicating. His frame glistened with sweat, his muscles flexing with each powerful thrust, creating a symphony of sensations that filled the air. Mike started to mumble incoherent words, his face contorted in ecstasy as he fought to maintain control. It was clear he was nearing his climax. Mike’s words were lost amidst the primal sounds of passion, but you could feel the urgency in his tone, the desperation to find release. His build shook under the intensity of the moment, the muscles in his arms and back tense with exertion.

You could see the struggle in his face, the battle between his body and mind as he pushed himself closer to the edge. Mike’s ragged groans filled the space, while sweat glistened on him. At that moment, you knew he was about to lose himself, his form shaking with the force of his need. You felt his presence twitch inside you, each pulse an indication of his approaching end.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded. Even though your weakened figure struggled to obey he carefully lowered you to the floor, cradling you in his arms before setting you down. Your legs wobbled beneath you, but he held on to you tightly, his hands strong and reassuring.

His figure towered above yours, his arousal still erect and pulsing. He started to stroke himself in front of you, his whimpers soft but urgent as he cried out your name, lost in the haze of his desire. His release approached right after, covering your face and shape in a warm, sticky way. The sensation was overwhelming, a tangible reminder of the satisfaction he had given you.

Mike looked over at you, his eyes admiring the sight of your physique and glistening with his release. His own body trembled as he lowered himself to meet yours, still catching his breath. With a playful grin, he chuckled, “You know,” he utters, his tone low and sultry, “you look better like this.”

His fingers gently moved a piece of hair out of your face, framing it perfectly around your flushed cheeks. The look in his eyes was a mix of admiration and contentment as if he had found the perfect end to the night.

“Asshole,” you responded with a chuckle, returning his playful banter.

“I’m serious,” he insisted, his tone more serious. “I’ve known you for years, and you never looked better than right now.” A gentle kiss accompanied his confession on your forehead, his warm gasp brushing against your cheeks. Despite his teasing earlier, there was genuine admiration and affection in his voice. You couldn’t help but smile, feeling happiness wash over you.

“Let’s shower together,” Mike suggested, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m not responsible if we end up fucking in the shower, though,” he added playfully as he made his way toward the bathroom.

For the first time in years, you felt truly happy and loved, and it was all because of Mike. All those unspoken desires between each other were finally fulfilled. A sense of peace flooded over you, making you realize that this is where you belong—with Mike, who truly understood you on a deeper level.

Fin. Thank you so much for reading!

Should I write a pt.2 on the shower or what? >:)

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sissylittlefeather · 17 days

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Such a Night

A/N: This is just a sweet little thing that started as fluff and then, because it's me, went a little sexy. Anyway, Elvis takes you on a date to see a scary movie. Read on to see what happens.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, this is pretty tame, kissing, p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, ejaculation, loss of virginity so small mention of pain during sex and blood

Word count: ~2k

You dig your face further into Elvis's shoulder as something else in the movie makes you jump. You've spent most of the film buried in his chest, but he seems to really be enjoying it. And you can't lie, you do like being so close to him. He has his hand wrapped around you, holding your waist tightly. You lean over the arm of the movie theater seat and practically sit on his lap, your wide skirt spread out over him. He has his other hand up underneath on your knee. You start to wonder if he picked the scary movie on purpose just to touch you.

You look at the screen and jump again. He chuckles softly and turns, kissing your forehead.

"You're okay, honey. It's just a movie."

"I know, but I don't like it!" He squeezes your knee.

"Do you wanna leave?" You think about it and he kisses your forehead again. Maybe you can stick it out, if he keeps kissing you.

"No. Is it almost over?"

"I think so. I've got you!" He holds you tighter as you jump yet again, flinching just a little himself.

Finally, the movie ends and you sit there for a bit, wrapped around each other. As the credits run, he squeezes you and then pats on your knee.

"Are you ready, honey?"

"Mhmm." You look up at him from your place on his shoulder and he kisses your lips gently.

You've been dating for a few months now, so he feels comfortable kissing you so casually. He cups your face and runs his thumb over your cheek.

"Hey, honey, are you gonna be okay tonight?"

"I'm probably gonna have nightmares."

"Yeah, I was thinkin' about that. You wanna... stay... with me...?" You sit up and look into his face. It's a little shocking for him to suggest such a thing. "We won't... you know... do anything... I just wanna hold ya and make sure you're alright."

"Yes. I think I'd like that a lot." He relaxes and kisses your forehead again. You've never stayed with a boy before, but you're 20 years old. It's probably time. And he seems like the right one to take this chance with.

You peel yourself off of him and stand up, stretching from being in the same position for so long. He throws his arm around your shoulders and leads you out of the theater. It's very late, but you make your way to his Cadillac under the stars. In the car, you slide over to him and lay your head on his shoulder.

He pulls into the driveway of his house on Audubon drive. Luckily, probably due to the hour, there aren't any fans gathered around. He knows he'll have to move soon to a place with a gate, but for tonight, you're safe. He tries to think of how he'll explain to his mother that you're staying the night, but she's nowhere to be found when you get inside. He exhales deeply and takes your hand, leading you back to his bedroom.

Once you get there, he closes the door softly and then turns to you. He pulls a set of pajamas out of a drawer.

"You can have the top and I'll wear the bottoms. I'm sorry I don't have another clean set." You suspect this might be a white lie, but you don't argue. Instead you take the top and turn away from him to change. He watches you for a minute and then turns to change as well. Once you get the pajama top on, you chance a peek at him as he changes catching him in nothing but underwear momentarily. He turns back to face you, shirtless in the pajama pants.

"Well, should we get in bed, honey?" Thats when you realize how nervous he is. It doesn't seem like he's done this before either. You nod and walk over to the bed. It doesn't look big enough for two people, but you're willing to make it work, so you climb in and scoot over to the wall. He lays down next to you and opens his arms. You move over to him and lay your head on his chest as he wraps his arms around you. You look up at him and he kisses your lips gently. Something builds in the kiss, and you press your body to him. He shudders away from you a bit and pulls back from the kiss. "We should go to sleep."

"Yeah. We should." He sighs deeply and kisses your forehead yet again. You settle into his shoulder and close your eyes. It takes a bit, but eventually you fall asleep.

You wake up to him gasping and sitting up frantically. You're not sure he's awake as he whimpers.

"Elvis! Elvis! It's okay!" He's sweating and panting and you pat his cheek to try to wake him up.

"What the hell? Oh..." You can tell he's finally awake.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry honey, that movie..."

"It's okay; you're okay." You settle back down on the bed with his head on your chest and your arms around his shoulders. He holds you around the waist and shakes a little. "You're safe, baby."

He nods on your chest and you feel him relax while you hold him. After a few minutes, he laughs.

"I was makin' fun of you and here I am havin' a nightmare. I'm glad you're here, honey." You smile and squeeze him a little.

"I am too." He looks up at you and you press your lips to his gently. The same thing that was between you earlier starts to build again. Electricity gathers somewhere between your thighs and he rolls his hips into your leg. You feel something hard pressed there and your heart starts to beat faster. His tongue slides into your mouth and he rearranges to be on top of you. The heat of your passion ignites in the way your tongues dance against each other. Just when you think you're reaching a point of no return, he pulls back, breathing heavily. He presses his forehead to yours.

"I promised we wouldn't do this."

"Do you not want to?" He lets out a small laugh.

"Oh, no honey, I want to. I'm just not sure we should. Have you ever..?"

"No..."

"Me neither. We shouldn't."

"No, you're probably right."

You lay there with him on top of you, foreheads pushed together and breathing heavily for a good thirty seconds.

And then he kisses you.

Something inside you takes flight and you don't even protest as he keeps kissing you, his hands sliding up under the pajama top you're wearing. His kisses move down your neck to your chest and he uses shaky hands to pull your panties down. Your hands go to the waistband of his pants and you don't even hesitate. You just push them down with his underwear. Your eyes go wide when you see him, having never laid eyes on a naked man before. His hands undo the buttons on your pajama shirt and eventually you're both naked as the day you were born. He lets his hands and his mouth roam over your body and your back arches without you even thinking about it. He holds himself in one hand and lines up with your entrance.

"This is what you want?" You think for just a second, but the answer is clear.

"Yes."

"It'll probably hurt."

"I know. But I want this. I want you." He looks into your eyes and then kisses you deeply.

"You can tell me if you change your mind and I'll stop." His blue eyes are round and sincere. You nod and he starts to push into you slowly. There's a little resistance and it starts to sting, so you whimper. His eyebrows go together in concern.

"Should I stop? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. It just hurts a little but don't stop. Please." He nods and looks back down where you're connected, pushing slowly again. He grunts as the sensation of you wrapped around him overtakes him. It burns as he pushes and just when you're about to tell him to stop, something changes and it stops hurting. You gasp a little and he looks up at you in a panic.

"What? Is it bad?"

"No! No, it's good!" He smiles and kisses you, pushing the last little bit of himself inside you. He moans and shudders.

"It feels so good, honey. Can I... move? Are you okay?"

"Yes! I think I'm okay now. You can try moving." He slides out of you slowly and then pushes back in. He does it a few more times and you relax as he picks up a rhythm. Once you let go a little, you notice that it's starting to feel good... really good. A soft moan escapes your lips and he stops moving.

"No! Don't stop!" A smile spreads across his face and he goes back to pumping in and out of you. He whimpers again.

"Honey, this feels incredible... I'm probably gonna... finish... soon."

"How does that... work...?"

"I'll pull out..." He pumps a few more times and then can't stand it anymore. He almost misses it, but he pulls out just in time and his release shoots out onto the inside of your thighs. He shudders and groans as it does and you're in awe of how beautiful he looks with his lips parted slightly and his eyes closed. When he's finished, he kisses you again and then stands up to get something to clean you up with. He comes back with a towel and wipes your legs. There's a tiny bit of blood on his sheets that he prays his mother won't notice. He pulls his pants on, slides your panties back up your legs, and lays down next to you, running his hand over your stomach.

"I know I promised we wouldn't-"

"But I'm glad we did."

"You're sure?"

"I am."

"Me too." He leans over and captures your lips in a kiss. Then, he lays on his back and pulls you in to rest against his chest. "You turned my nightmare into a dream come true."

You laugh softly together as you settle in to go back to sleep. When you wake up, everything has changed, but in a good way. You may have gone to bed as two, but in the morning you're one. Neither of you ever looks back.

******

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vampireimiko · 6 months

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃

warnings, alcohol mentions

note, this was something i came up with yesterday and just had to write it so 😋 also i did try to make this gender neutral but if i added any gendered terms lmk 😭

pairings: johnny, bi-han, and syzoth

Johnny Cage ⭐

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Since Johnny is one of the biggest celebrities in the world, you already know he has to throw a Halloween party. He goes ALL out and invites everybody who's anybody. His costume was a sexy devil, y'know the one. It was either that or he was gonna go as himself 😭.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° I actually feel like Johnny would be the type to change costumes during the night so, he kicks off the night in the sexy devil costume and ends it in a vampire one.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° As his s/o you were automatically considered his Halloween date. You arrived at the party in your own fabulous costume, a perfect complement to Johnny's devilish charm.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° The party was a wild mix of celebrities, music, and flashy costumes. With the music pumping, Johnny took your hand, and you both hit the dance floor. Dancing with him was an experience like no other! He moved with the confidence and charm that had made him a star.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° His by-far favorite part of the dancing was when you threw it back on him and he caught it 😭‼️.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° As the night continued, Johnny showed you off and introduced you to many of his guests. The party became a whirlwind of laughter, and unforgettable memories, with Johnny as the mastermind of it all.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° I feel like after he drinks he gets hella clingy with you, kissing all up on you, whispering in your ear, and ready to kick everyone out so the both of you can go upstairs and have some alone time.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° The morning after, he had such a headache. But he didn't regret anything he did at all that night. The party was huge and definitely one to go down in superstar history.

Bi-Han ❄️

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He was 100% dragged here by you. If you didn't make him dance with you, he would've totally spent the whole night in a random corner. He thinks the party is stupid, he could be training new recruits but instead his loving partner just HAD to drag him to a party.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Immediately after the dance, he heads straight back to the corner. This time he's once again interrupted by a drunk party-go-er.

"Yeah man! How are you liking the party?!" Some random guy yelled over the loud music. Bi-Han rolled his eyes and grunted, still remaining silent.

"Ah, don't be like that big guy, live a little! Hey, how about we get you a drink, yeah?" Bi-Han let's the guy drag him through the house full of people and into the kitchen for drinks.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° "Here ninja dude, this will definitely hit the spot." Finally the guy pats his back and heads back to partying. Bi-Han takes a sip of the drink and from there it was UP. The idea of someone like him being a lightweight is so funny to me 😭

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He completely did a 180 and went straight to looking for you. Once he found you, you thought he wanted to leave but oh were you in for a surprise. Bi-Han grabbed you by the waist, dipped you, and kissed you. This surprised you since he's not one for public affection, but you were never gonna deny anything that came from him.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° After that drink got in his system, he became the absolute LIFE of the party okay! Doing stunts and all of the above. He almost took it too far when he decided he wanted to use his powers in front of everybody, that's when you decided it was time for you two to leave 😭.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° "But I really liked the party Y/N :( Can we please go back inside?"

"Okay fine, how many fingers am I holding up?" You challenged.

"...Let's just go home." He slumped in defeat.

Syzoth 🦎

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He's actually never been to a party where he could actually be himself so, all of this was VERY new to him. I feel like he would definitely let his original form out quite a bit that night since it's literally a Halloween party. Now, I imagine you guys party hop, cause there's no way he could switch in between form at the same parties 💀.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Either way, he ends up LOVING every party you hop too. He loves that he can spend time and party with you and others while being himself and not having to hide. I feel like when he gets some alcohol in his system, he gets very friendly and excited. He gets many compliments on his 'lizard costume', which makes him beam with pride.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He got a little too excited when he went to a snackbar and thought the eyes and spiders weren't real 💀. You shared a hearty laugh together as he realized they were just part of the Halloween decorations.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Overall for Syzoth, the Halloween party-hopping extravaganza turned out to be an unforgettable night where he could be himself and celebrate with you, a stark contrast to his usual hidden existence.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Surprisingly in the morning, he didn't have a hangover. But you sure did, (that is if you chose to drink) and he took care of you afterwards :]

additional note ! HAPPY HALLOWEEN TO PEOPLE THAT CELEBRATED 🫶🏾

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

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urcatslitterbox · 10 months

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You should do a never have I ever with colby and they are home alone and get bored so they decide to drink and play it and one thing leads to another where they end up sleeping with each other and confessing their love

Never have I ever…

Colby brock x fem!reader smut

Cw: smut, daddy kink, p n v, unprotected sex (be safe!), (breeding???), let me know if I missed anything!

A/n: omg I’m so sorry this took literal years to come out. This is my first time writing something like this so I’m sorry if it sucks. Also I began writing this before sam and Katrina broke up so that’s why they are together in this.

“God I’m so bored” Colby groaned throwing himself onto the couch opposite of where I was sitting.

Sam and Katrina had gone out on a date night, leaving the house to Colby and me for the night. I was quite bored myself so I offered up a suggestion. “We could play a game?” he thought for a moment he decided it was a good idea. “Alright, like what?” he asked, “anything that involves drinking, I've had a looong week” I joked. Colby got off the couch heading into the kitchen, there was a rattling before he returned to the living room. In his hands were two wine glasses and a bottle of red. He sat on the rug of the living room and patted the floor telling me to join him. I sat down, still opposite him and he handed me a glass. “Do you have a game or are we just going to drink on the floor?” I teased. Colby smiled, filling my glass. “We're gonna play never have I ever, but instead of putting down a finger we take a drink” he said. “Ok, I'll start,” I said, thinking of what to say. “Ok never have I ever snuck out,” I said. Colby’s eyes widened slightly, “what!? You're kidding, you've never snuck out?” he asked in disbelief. I smiled knowing he would have to drink, “nope, I was a good kid” I stated. “Come on now drink up brock” I smirked, he rolled his eyes before taking a sip of his wine. “Ok, my turn, never have I ever..” he trailed off thinking of how he could get me to drink. “Called my friend to fake an emergency so I could get out of a bad date” he said with a cocky look on his face. “That's not fair you're targeting me!” Colby just laughed, signalling me to take a drink.

As the night went on Colby and I got progressively tipsier. “Ok ok I have one, never have I ever worn handcuffs for any reason” I grinned knowing for a fact that Colby has been in handcuffs, perhaps more than once. He narrowed his eyes at me before finishing off what was left in his glass. As he poured himself more he went his turn. “Since we’re playing that game, never have I ever given a lap dance” he said calmly. I felt my face flush as I took a sip from my glass. Colby’s eyebrows raised for a moment before dropping. “Never have I ever done it in a pool” I said, understanding what this had turned into. He drank from his glass before leaning closer to me. “ I find that hard to believe y/n/n” he said quietly. I returned the gesture, leaning in as well, not wanting to seem intimidated by our close proximity. “Just because you can't keep it in your pants and have to have sex everywhere doesn't mean everyone else does too” I teased. Colby scoffed, “ok, never have I ever masturbated when people are home” he said. I felt my face get hot, I didn't think anyone was home when I did, but I was wrong. “Well, never have I ever listened in on someone you creep” I fought. He just smirked, “it's hard not to when you make those pretty sounds” he whispered, staring into my eyes. My cheeks were on fire at this point, I looked away to avoid his intense gaze. “Never have I ever wanted to kiss you so badly..” I heard him say. I looked back at him our faces mere centimetres apart. I leaned closer closing the gap between us in a soft kiss. Colby held my head in place as he deepened the once-soft kiss turning it into something hotter.

We made out sloppily, the wine and game long forgotten. Colby began to lean me back onto the rug, moving his lips to my neck. He sucked deep bruises from my neck to my collar before kissing back up to my ear. My breath got deeper as my heart raced. Truth be told I've liked Colby for some time now and the fact that he was on top of me made my core heat up. I let out soft whimpers as I tugged on his shirt wanting it off. He pulled away ripping his shirt off of him before heading towards mine. He looked to confirm that I was ok with this, I nodded wanting to feel him already. He practically tore it off of me then my pants followed, adding to the mess of clothes in the room. Colby sat back admiring me. I began to feel self conscious and tried to hide my body. “Don’t hide yourself from me, you’re so beautiful”, he whispered as he grabbed my arms that were shielding my body. He kissed me passionately and his lips trailed down to my breast. He pulled my nipple into his mouth sucking harshly. I moaned at the feeling as he did the same to the other one. “God baby I’m so hard for you..I need to be inside you, I can’t wait any longer.” He groaned lining the head of his cock up with entrance. He pushed in slowly allowing me to adjust to his length. I hissed at the stretch as he bottomed out. “Fuuuck” he breathed into my ear. “Colby.. please..” I whined. “What baby? Use your words” he teased. “Please fuck me” I said looking into his eyes. Somehow his eyes got even darker at my words before he spoke. “Don’t have to ask me twice princess” he growled before thrusting hard into me. I moaned loudly as he rocked his hips into mine aggressively. I clawed at his muscular back as I started to loose grip on reality. He was so big and deep I could barely take it. “Oh god Colby yes!” I moaned as he pounded into me even harder. “Fuck yeah take it baby…god you’re so tight gonna make me cum” he groaned. “Want daddy to cum inside your pretty pussy? Make you mine?” He growled, speeding up. I moaned in response, my walls clenching around him as I grew closer to cumming. “Yes daddy please! G- gonna cum daddy so close!” I panted. “Me too baby it’s alright, let go cum on daddy cock” he grunted burying his face in my neck. I all but screamed his name as I came undone around his cock. He thrusted a few more times before I felt his warm cum fill me. He pulled out and held me close to him, both of us panting as we came down from our highs.

I closed my eyes as we laid there cuddled together on the carpet. “Y/n” he breathed into my neck. “Mhm” I mumbled, too tired to form a coherent sentence. “I I really like you. I have for a long time now” he confessed. At that my eyes snapped open. “Colby-“ I tried but he interrupted me. “I know you probably don’t feel the same and this was a one time thing bu-“ I cut him off smashing my lips onto his, kissing him with everything I had. All the pent up feelings I had towards him pouring out through the kiss. When we pulled away he looked at me confused , his lips red and swollen. “Colby, I like you too moron” I giggled. His expression went from confused to sheer love in a matter of seconds. “Good because now that I’ve had a taste I’m not letting you go” he promised, kissing me again.

#4ppl3ju1c #colby brock #colby brock x reader #colby brock smut #x reader #sam and colby #sam golbach x reader

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am-i-interrupting · 22 days

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Hey there! Can I get some headcanons for Alastor and Rosie with a female Best friend/ s/o respectively (cause y'know, Al's an 'Ace in the hole' lol) who's a singer and does covers of modern music in old-timey styles like postmodern jukebox?

Rosie and Alastor frequent different speakeasies and clubs often together.

Soon after Alastor’s return they restarted the tradition and that’s where they met you.

You were performing a cover of a song neither had ever heard before.

You were good. You were amazing. Fantastically.

Rosie was immediately smitten.

You walked down off the stage, placing a delicate hand in a demon’s outstretched one to help you down the stairs.

You practically floated around the floor and even convinced several people to dance with you.

“They’re rather good.” “Yes, indeed.”

When you approached their tables, dragged your hand along the back of both their seats and placed an outstretched hand between the two of them.

Alastor declined it, noticing Rosie’s specific brand of infatuation. In fact, the bastard baited you both and reached for your hand only to grab Rosie’s and place it there.

He can be a wing man if he wants to be.

The three of you met after that initial performance and were often found together.

Often Alastor would be on the end of Rosie’s thoughtless rambles about you as she flitted around. She called your voice angelic a lot.

Rosie would attend every single one of your performances. Alastor would attend them when he could or particularly wanted to. He wouldn’t rearrange his plans to see them unlike Rosie.

When the Hotel was rebuilt and the welcoming party was being planned, Alastor immediately suggested you be a performer for the night.

Alastor may or may not have sent his shadows to place a note and a specific outfit he’d noticed Rosie really liked on your bed the day of.

One would imagine Rosie would have dressed for the occasion as well. I’m imagining this fanart because I’m in love with them both.

Alastor, of course, welcomed you with a specific brand of hostility.

He made sure you were comfortable, had everything you needed, any instrument you required would appear with a shadow playing it, and he did make sure to compliment you.

You didn’t see Rosie until you were onstage about to preform on stage.

She was sitting beside Alastor, so beautiful.

You felt almost scandalized seeing her in something that revealed her arms, much less her back and legs.

You immediately went flushed and walked off stage, put a hand in Husk’s shoulder where he was sitting at the bar nearby and took his drink from him (not registering that it was not one he was drinking but instead using to mix a drink for Angel so. . . good luck) and basically started chugging.

You patted his shoulder, gave him his bottle back (he just stared at it and looked at Angel who burst out laughing), then went back to the stage.

You started singing. Song after song, all on stage which was odd for you.

Then you caught Rosie’s eye at the end of a song and Alastor’s shadows started playing a different rhythm.

Feeling the effects of Husks’s drink take hold, you got off the stage.

You went to Rosie and held out your hand specifically to her. Still, Alastor pulled the same move of puppeting her hand, just for old time’s sake.

You moved so you were behind her and pulled her close to you, feeling her warmth and skin against yours and maybe you were in Hell but it was heaven.

You led her in a tango and then she led you and then you were— you both led each other.

At one point, body moving before you mind could process, you kissed her exposed shoulder.

She flushed a bright red.

Charlie went to Alastor and asked if you two were dating. Surprised to hear no.

Everyone watched on anyway because not often did people see Rosie dance and with you two so in sync it was mesmerizing.

You ended the dance with spinning which led to a dip.

Rosie actually, spurred on by the feeling of your hands on her back and the adrenaline of a dance, hooked her leg over yours and used her arm around your shoulders to pull you into a kiss.

Angel absolutely whistled.

You both pulled away flustered.

Maybe you ran off, maybe you didn’t.

Either way, Rosie turned to Alastor who gave her a thumbs up as she sat down. A smile on her lips as her hand traveled to it.

To Alastor, though, that wasn’t the most shocking part of the night.

For him, it was when he heard Charlie saying she was going see if she could commission you to do cover some of her favorite songs and compile them into a playlist.

And upon questioning her, he was informed you covered modern songs.

#I think this is the first headcanon that’s not NSFT I’ve used a readmore for #hazbin rosie x reader #rosie x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor x reader

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its-time-to-write · 6 months

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Could you write a fic with a writer who’s just found out that the guy she’s seeing really isn’t what she thought he was and she’s feeling really down about it/him and Jamie comforts her?

hope this is what you were looking for😊 thanks for the ask!!

we could be so good

It’s a sad drive from the restaurant to Jamie’s house. You walk straight in and crash on the couch.

“That bad, huh?” Jamie says.

You nod. “We’ve been going out for over a month, and it’s like a switch flipped. He’s a complete prick.”

Jamie awkwardly pats your head. “I’m sorry love.”

“How could I be so- so- blind?” you continue. “I should’ve known he was too good to be true. I fucking hate dating and I never want to fucking do it again.”

“You’ve been with a lot of shit blokes,” Jamie muses. You’re both silent, thinking back on all the guys you’ve dated over the past eight years.

He snaps his fingers. “Ronald Spencer.”

You sigh. “Ah yes. Ronald Spencer. The absolute love of my life. Fuckin’ shame we met so early in life.”

Jamie shrugs. “You were pretty mature for a pair of five year olds. ‘Course, I’d already had two girlfriends at that point, so I was way ahead of you.”

You wrinkle your forehead. “Okay, you were eight. You had three years on us and he broke up with me because you scared him away.”

“It’s my job to take care of you, and I think you could’ve done better. Speaking of-” Jamie gets up off the couch. “You want a snack?”

“Ooh, yes please.” You follow Jamie to the kitchen and hop up on the counter. He rummages through his cupboard and pulls out two bags of crisps and a chocolate bar.

“Told Roy these were for you so he wouldn’t throw them away,” he tells you. “Fucking mental, that one. Went through me whole house and got rid of so much shit.”

Jamie hands you the prawn cocktail chips, keeping cheddar for himself. “Don’t tell Coach.”

You zip your lips as he sits on the counter next to you.

“Oi.” He knocks his shoulder against yours. “Forget about that fucking nutter, yeah? You can do better.”

You shrug and say, “Don’t really think so at this point. Maybe I’ll just move back to Manchester.”

Jamie whips his head around to look at you. “Fuck. No. This house is too fucking big and too fucking quiet. Plus, I save so much money on house sitters.”

“Like you need to save money,” you snort.

“I’m serious,” Jamie insists. “The fuck would I do all alone here?”

You give him a strange look. “Um, I don’t know, bring a girl ‘round? Go out at night instead of watching telly with me? Not listen to me complain about shit dates?”

“Or,” he suggests, “I could not do any of that and we could go on un-shit dates together.”

You laugh. “Un-shit? That’s the best you could come up with? Wait- what?”

Jamie’s words finally register.

It’s silent except for the crinkle of the chocolate wrapper. Jamie hands you half and you snap it into smaller pieces.

“Yeah, I mean, might as well shoot my shot now, right? Not to be fucking weird, but I’ve had a crush on you for ages. Since we were kids. Like I said, didn’t want to make it weird ‘cause, like, we live together. Didn’t want things to be awkward. Or for you to fucking move back home. I mean c’mon love, with your mum? Wouldn’t do that to you.”

You smile. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Jamie parrots.

“Yeah, okay. I guess- I think I always figured we’d end up here. I liked you since I was six and you kicked a football through the window, then picked all those flowers to apologize. I kept every article that was ever written about you. I dunno, I thought either we’d figure it out in our thirties or maybe just be weirdly platonic for the rest of our lives.”

Jamie cocks his head. “That’s weirdly specific.”

You shrug. “Am I wrong?”

You’re not.

Jamie says, “So…” as he swings his legs.

You turn to look at him. “Yes?”

“Can we like, kiss? Because I’ve been thinking about it for fucking years.”

“My breath smells like crisps,” you warn.

“Don’t care,” Jamie replies as he hops down from the counter. He pulls your legs to hook around his waist as he tilts your chin downward.

“Is it too early to say I love you?” he murmurs.

You wrap your arms around his neck and smile. “I think it’s the perfect time.”

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

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escapism-writer · 1 year

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My Golden Boy - Gavi x reader

A/n: I was re-watching the Spain vs Costa Rica match and thought about how Gavi would react if he had a partner in the stands watching.

Summary: Gavi was aware that you couldn’t go to Qatar with him due to the chaos of interviews, premiers from your newly released show. After he has his first goal in the World Cup, he looks up into the stands, and sees you smiling back down at him.

Warnings: PDA, fluff and the typical spelling & grammatical errors. Cringe ending. Might be some translation errors as well.

Rushing out of the airport towards your taxi, you kept one eye on the time. ‘I will make it.’ You repeated on and on in your head. Last night, you got news that your Netflix shows premier date was getting changed. You had been in England for a month, a month filled with everyday interviews, autograph signings, meet and greets and so much more. You barely had any sleep during that period, some days were none at all. And now you’ve been rushing all you can to make it to Gavi’s first match for his country.

“Is there any way you could go faster? The match starts in 5 minutes.”

You sat on the edge of the backseat, stretching your seatbelt as far as you can. The driver just complained at your question. You checked how long it would take you to get to the stadium, 60 minutes. All you could do was sit back and wait.

Gavi asked Pedri to do up his shoe laces, he wanted tonight to be perfect. Though it’ll never be perfect without you sat in your reserved seat wearing his new Spanish jersey.

“It’s time to go, you’ll do great don’t worry.”

Pedri patted Gavi on the shoulder before leading him to line up in position. As players started walking onto the pitch, Gavi felt his heart rate quicken. He’s never been so nervous for an important match before, then again, you’ve never not been at an important match before. Despite being blinded by all the lights, Gavi instantly looked up towards where you could be sat. But instead his eyes meet an empty seat. He knew you had your own career and that you couldn’t drop everything for him. What he didn’t know is that you could be sat in that seat in the next 55 minutes. The whistle went starting the match.

Struggling to focus, Gavi tried to keep up with the ball. By half time he still hadn’t given up glancing towards your still empty seat. The match was now 3-0 to Spain. The three goal scorers being Olmo, Asensio and Torres. Although Spain knew they had more than likely won the match, Gavi still wanted to get his first goal.

You checked the time once more before the Taxi came to a halt. There’s 5 minutes left of half time. You convinced yourself you could make it to your seat in that time, placing your phone into your pocket running even faster into the stadium. You felt guilty for missing the first half of the Spanish match, you really wanted to support Gavi in person through it all. Just as you sat onto your seat the whistle blew, causing the players to start following the ball. Within seconds, your eyes caught your sweat-covered boyfriend on the field. You kissed the Spanish jersey a good luck before putting all your attention on Gavi. You assumed that he had yet to notice you supporting and cheering his name from the stands. And you assumed correct.

About 60 minutes into the game, you noticed Gavi look up towards you. Hoping he saw you, you blew a kiss and made a heart with your hands to which Gavi's face lit up too. His thoughts were overtaken by shock and feeling the need to impress you. Even though Gavi was unsure on how to got there, he ignored that thought. The fact that you were here to support him during such an important match was beyond extortionary. The thoughts and staring were disrupted as Pedri called his name passing to him, he felt so much more motivated knowing you were up there wearing his jersey, cheering his name.

As he proceeded to pass the ball, he was struck with fear. What if he looks up to your seat, only to find that you weren't really there? He tried to block out such dreadful thoughts, now jogging by the oppositions goal. He had a clear shot, he just needed to be passed to. Which luckily he was. Tapping the ball into the corner of the match, he shocked himself. As he ran to celebrate he glanced up to your seat, seeing you not only smiling but cheering his name as loud as you could. He stopped in his tracks and held up a heart shape in your direction. Ignoring the few people who turned to look at you, you smiled more if that was even possible, oh how much you missed him over the past month.

At the end of the match, the two of you met up. You pulled the golden boy into a hug and whispered into his ear.

"I've missed you so much, Amor."

"I've missed you much more."

Gavi fell back from the hug, creating a small space between the two of you.

"How did you get here? Don't you have the premier today?"

You laughed at his confusion, as you explained that it had gotten delayed. After his confusion faded, the boy gasped. Despite knowing the answer, he still asked.

"Did you see my goal?"

Before you could reply, Pedri spoke up behind you.

"I knew you'd show up eventually."

You smiled at your friend until turning to your boyfriend.

"I'd never miss such an important match for My Golden Boy"

#pablo gavi #gavi fluff #gavi x reader #gavi imagine #gavi x you #barcelona x readers #x reader #footballer x reader #footballer x yn #footballer imagine #fc barcelona #barça #fc barca #barcelona #pedri imagine

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˚✧₊⁎ My Brothers Fiancé ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Rin recounts how he fell in love with Sae's Fiancé.

★ pairing: Sae x reader x Rin

★ wc: 2.53k

Rin remembers the moment Sae brought you home. Sae was in middle school and Rin was in elementary. He recalls his mom greeting you at the door before calling him over.

“Rin! Sae’s home! And his friend is here. Come down to say hi.”

Rin didn't care Sae brought home a friend, he just wanted to hang out with his brother alone, and now this friend would be interrupting them. However, Rin's thoughts quickly changed when he saw how pretty Sae's new friend was. You were so cute that Rin got nervous, choosing to stand behind his mom instead of saying hi. You laughed at young Rin's antics before pulling out a sweet from your bag to offer him.

You bowed slightly "Here Rin! Thank you for having me here!"

Rin approached you cautiously snatching the loli out of your hand, muttering a quick " thank you " and running away.

It would be like this for the next few years. You coming over to hang out with Sae and coddling Rin. To you, he was like a little brother, so cute with a chubby baby face.

It wasn't until high school that both Itoshi siblings hit puberty and shot up in height leaving you at a mere 5'2. Head pats to Rin became hugs and that cute little boy who would beg for treats and call you big sis, became a young man who was stubborn and rude. Unlike the growing issues between the brothers, you and Sae grew close. You were the only one Sae got along with and eventually, he began to see you as more than a friend. You've been with him for the last four years, comforting him, making him laugh, and encouraging his dreams. Despite the brother's disdain for each other, you managed to be a friend to both. You showed up to their football games, cheered them on, hugged them when they won.

You and Sae eventually started dating and Rin would see more and more of you, but this time in the arm of the person he was jealous of the most. Since then, Rin started to distance himself from you, no longer responding to your good morning <3 texts, and no longer inviting you to his games. You could understand where he was coming from though, he and Sae didn't get along so you could see why he no longer wanted to associate with you, That doesn't mean it still didn't hurt your feelings though. You valued your friendship with Rin, he was there for you when your cat died when you failed your math test, and when you had trouble with Sae. Sometimes he knew you better than Sae did.

Nevertheless, Sae was a good boyfriend, he never forgot an anniversary and always surprised you with gifts and flowers. The social media posts of you two really got to Rin. You and your "perfect relationship" flaunted all over your page.

Eventually, Sae had to go to Spain for football, but before left he planned a special event for the two of you and invited his family after. Sae told your best friends to take you shopping and get your nails done with his credit card then took you to a high-end restaurant. He brought you to the outdoor garden of the restaurant and got down on one knee.

" (y/n) You have been the love of my life for the past 5 years, we were childhood sweethearts to lovers and I cannot imagine my life without you and I can't imagine going to Spain without knowing your mine. When I look at the future I only see you. You've encouraged my dream and I hope to support you in yours. I will think about you all the time when I am away. And when I come back, I would like to make you my wife."

Your eyes swelled with tears, Sae was a romantic but this was perfect. While sobbing your eyes out you held out your hand for Sae to slip the ring on whispering one word " Yes."

You two went back to the Itoshi house to celebrate your engagement. Everyone was congratulating you, everyone but Rin. He was sulking in the corner thinking about the what if's. What if he didn't push you away. What if the moments you were hanging out with him while Sae was busy he kissed you. What if he wasn't a coward to confess his feelings. Would you and him be engaged now instead of his loathsome brother?

You were devastated when Sae left for Spain. Although you continued to pursue your dream as an artist and Sae as the best midfielder in the world, you two still made time for each other. As for you and Rin, your relationship got better. Your job was near his school so you would often walk home together or get food. You two even started having Friday night movie nights. It started when you started complaining to Rin about how boring life was without friends and Sae was always too busy for you. You also told him that you wanted to see the new Barbie movie but had no one to go with. And this is how you roped Rin into dressing up with you to see it.

You two got your drinks and snacks and made your way to the theater. Sitting in your seats Rin spotted a rowdy group of guys a few seats down from you. Realizing who they were he quickly ducked his head towards you, hoping to not catch their attention. However, a certain multi-color-haired person immediately recognized him.

"Rin? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE! I THOUGHT YOU SAID THIS MOVIE WAS LAME"

You look up above Rins head to see Bachira, Isagi, Chigiri, Nagi, and Reo. "Rin I think your friends are calling you." You said with a laugh. Rin didn't know his cheeks could turn any more pink when he turned around and saw his friends also all dressed up making their way toward him.

"No way you're here! ON A DATE TOO?"

You quickly shot that down saying you were Sae's fiancé and here to hang out with Rin. Ouch. Rin's mood immediately soured upon hearing that. You two had been spending so much time together and you still saw him as Sae's brother. The two of you and the Blue Lock squad all watched the movie together with Rin's mood slowly improving by listening to your beautiful laugh.

"Hey guys let's get something to eat, we haven't seen you in so long Rin! Hanging out with (y/n) too much." Reo just wanted some juicy gossip.

You pulled Rin along ignoring his protests to go back home as you all headed for the dinner. Seeing his friends was fun, he forgot how much he actually missed Isagi and Bachira's antics as well as Reo's confidence, Nagi's laziness, and Chigiri's coolness. But mostly he was focused on the way you lit up the room with your boisterous laughter and a radiant glow that had all the males' attention on you. You had the ability to engage in conversation, make people laugh, and make people smile, something that Rin had envied but with you he admired. You looked gorgeous all dressed up in your pink baby doll dress, white stockings, and pink high-heeled boots.

Then the question came. " So how did you meet Rin and Sae? What was Rin like when he was younger."

"Oh, I met Sae through school. He was my classmate and would always annoy me to ask me what we were going in class. He was always so zoned out so he would constantly poke me with a pencil to ask. Eventually, we became friends and I met Rin, who was a cute little snotty kid." You snickered at the last bit glancing at Rin who was glaring at you right back. And then you said it. The part that would shatter Rin's heart.

"He's like a brother to me. I can wait to be in-laws when I marry Sae."

You and the guys continued talking about your relationship and your past with the Itoshi brothers while Rin wallowed in his own emotions.

Like a brother

Those words echoed through his mind. Was he not enough for you. What did Sae have that he didn't. You guys had hung out every day since Sae left, heck SAE LEFT. He LEFT YOU. But not Rin, Rin was here every day for you. He ate lunch with you, listened to your problems, comforted you when you were sad, and cooked for you when you were sick. He saw you as a beacon of his heart, a light in his dimmest days, but here you were saying you saw him as a brother? Sae had everything, a promising career, skill, fans, but most of all he had you.

But no not this time Sae would not get away with everything again.

After dinner, Rin walked you home ignoring how your hands would occasionally touch.

"Thank you for tonight Rin. It's been really fun. And thanks for always hanging out with me. You know sometimes, you remind me of Sae."

Rin was fuming at that last part, but he chose to ignore it, he had to play his cards right if he was going to win your heart.

"I'm like Sae right? But better, I think I'm honestly funnier and more handsome than Sae... but listen, do you think I could stay the night? It's pretty late and I'm a bit too tired to walk home and I have a game tomorrow afternoon."

"Oh of course you can Rin! Come come, it'll be fun like a post-movie sleepover!" You dragged him into your apartment and set down your bet running off to your room to change. You had both decided to blow up the air mattress and let Rin sleep in your room with you like you and Sae did when you were younger. Ring Ring

"Oh Sae's calling ! He must have checked into his hotel." You quickly picked up the phone to see Sae's handsome face. " Hi baby, did you just get back to your Hotel?"

"Yep I just showed and now Im resting, how was your night?"

"It was good! Me and Rin hung out to see Barbie and then we met up with his friends at the dinner and It was sooo fun who knew Rinnie had funny friends."

"You've been hanging out with Rin a lot haven't you?"

"Yeah Rin lives so close we hang out all the time and-"

"Wait who's that behind you?"

Unbeknownst to you Rin's hair and shoulder were peaking into the frame. Sae knows you and Rin hung out but he didn't know Rin was sleeping over. Sae was no fool, he knew about Rin's little crush on his darling fiancé. He couldn't miss the longing glances of the younger Itoshi and the slight blushes every time you complimented him.

Rin jumped onto the bed right behind you. You could feel his chest against your back, the heat of his breath right in your ear and his hand resting on your thigh.

"Hey Sae. Me and (y/n) are having a sleepover." You could feel your ears getting hotter with the closeness of Rin.

You loved Sae but you couldn't ignore how the teal-haired boy made your heart race sometimes. As Rin got older you began to notice him more than just "Sae's brother" he was getting taller more fit and overall handsome.

"Yeah I didn't want him to go home so late so he's sleeping over !"

"In...your bed?" "No silly, over on the air mattress."

Sae couldn't deny the anger he felt towards his brother for trying to get closer to you but also towards you for being so naive to his brother's advances. Unfortunately for Sae his next actions would drive you straight into Rin's arms.

"Well, I'm pretty tired now. Im going to go to sleep."

"What already? We haven't talked in two weeks I miss-"

"Stop annoying me and being so clingy, bye."

And with a click, Sae hung up the phone, without even saying I love you.

You stared at the phone in your hand, heart feeling heavy and eyes welling with tears. You dipped your head down to let your hair cover your face in an attempt to hide your crying from RIn. "He didn't even say I love you. He hasn't called me in weeks, he called me annoying and clingy. It feels like he doesn't even love me anymore."

Rin couldn't help but feel a little guilty at this, maybe he pushed you and Sae too far. He wanted you but not like this, he didn't want to make you cry.

Your silence turned to tears and tears turned to sobs. Rin grabbed you in his arms holding you tight in hopes to soothe you. He let you cry in his arms whispering soft nothings about how everything would be okay.

You pulled away from Rin's neck seeing the wet marks of your tears all over his shoulder. "I don't even think Sae wants to marry me anymore, he probably has someone else in Spain."

"Good."

Rin's short answer shocked you out of your emotions. You stared up at him with betrayal before he continued.

"Good because he didn't deserve you. (y/n) you deserve the world. Sae should be kissing the ground you walk on. He should never make you cry and never make you feel hurt. (y/n) I'm so sorry about Sae. He's a jerk and he's been like that since we were kids. You are the most beautiful girl I've ever met with a smile that could warm even the coldest parts of the world. You are driven, passionate and someone I wouldn't hesitate to marry. If I was the one that put that ring on your finger we would be married the next day. I wouldn't care what the wedding is like as long as I'd know your mine forever."

Rin felt his heart pounding. He had basically outed himself to you and laid his feelings on the line.

You looked up at Rin with a newfound admiration and leaned up to him. "Do you mean that? Do you mean every word?" Your eyes glistened with what Rin could only see as hope and desperation. Desperation for a love you had been missing for a while.

Rin leaned down wrapping his arm further around your waist. Your lips met as you both melted into a sweet kiss. A kiss filled with a craving for love. After a few moments, you broke apart and stared deep into each other's eyes.

"How about you take this off and we can continue," Rin said motioning to your engagement ring. You looked down at the sparkling diamond.

This was the ring Sae proposed to you with, but he was in Spain now and here you were with this last reminder of him that kept you tied down. You took off the ring and placed it in your bedside drawer. Sliding yourself back into Rin's arms and closing your eyes.

Rin smiled looking down at your sleeping form. You were finally his .

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lucky charm

read part 1 here lovelies

Charles Leclerc finds his son's paediatrician a little bit too pretty not to ask her on a date right before the Monaco GP.

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

words: 7120

warnings: mentions of trauma, fluff (lots);

requested: yes

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“I have to take you in advance – you will be the one to be patient with two Leclercs from now on instead of just one.”

“Do you think we are ready for this?” You questionably asked as you side-glared at Charles standing right next to you with arms crossed at his chest anxiously looking at you back, “It will be a lot of work for both of us, you know this.” You added, making Charles even more concerned about the whole situation.

Charles sighed, “It is fairly an important step into our relationship, and I screwed it up once already many years ago and everybody knows about that episode in my life since the internet was so keen on what I was doing back then, and I really do not want to mess up again.” He then spoke, nervously stretching his arms back as if he was getting ready for a battle, “But it is you – I know I cannot screw it up if I have you help.” Charles then spoke, dearly looking at you as he titled his head.

You nodded as you patted the man’s shoulder, “Just a warning – I am as horrendous as you are at this.” You spoke after a light soft sigh, “We are in this together, right?” You inquired, mimicking Charles’ head movement as you knew that it drove him completely crazy seeing you all cute and pleading.

Charles chuckled then took your head into both of his hands to place a tender peak on the top of your lips, “We are in this together.”

In exactly what you were two together in sickness and health and what was so consuming for the both of you? Cooking your first dinner together and not going out for your date that evening.

Charles showed you earlier that day the cooking challenge with Carlos where they had to cook pasta and how terrible it went for both. You laughed with your smile up to your ears watching the clip, and that was when Charles challenged you to show him how proper pasta had to be cooked if you were that boastful with your laughs watching him and his teammate doing it wrong. What Charles was pretty much unaware of was that you despised cooking as well, and yet you knew that making a fool of yourself while cooking in front of him was worth it in exchange of spending time at your place in your tiny, crowded kitchen instead of fancy restaurants that Charles always took you to.

You have been dating Charles for a couple of months now and you were both experiencing the honeymoon phase of your relationship during which it was all about kisses, touches and sex, calls and non-stop texting, and anticipations for the future.

You loved spending time with each other as much as you could, although both of your jobs were not helping at all in this – but summer break has just started for Leclerc, and you were going to take advantage as much as you could by Charles’ presence in Monaco when you were not at your cabinet. And now there you were in yet another kitchen terrifyingly looking at the ingredients you just bought spread over the counter.

You committedly took your aprons and placed them around your waists before you begun, you even bought those from the supermarket to mark the first time you cooked together memorable and as professional as it can be.

After all, you were not there to play with food; you were there to compete against each other.

“Let me tie yours like proper chefs do.” Charles insisted, taking the strings from the back, and making a knot at the front of your waist, “See? Now you look like a proper chef, just like me.” He then spoke, resting his hands still on the curves of your waist, “I never knew I liked women in aprons this much up until now, does that makes me less feminist?” Charles then confessed, scanning you from head to toes before pulling you in for a simple kiss that ended up turning into you already pulling the strings from his “proper chef” apron to get him off Charles.

You declined with a shook of your head, “I do not like men who are not feminists.” You confessed to Charles as your mouth went in a tour from his lips to the chin and then his neck tracing the man’s skin with fleeting kisses and nasty bites, “You are safe, I like you very much so.” You added, seeing a very proud smile from Charles that was perfectly matching yours.

“Oh fuck,” Charles groaned as he felt your fingers going underneath the man’s shirt searching for more skin to scratch harder than last night, “What about the whole cooking thing?” He then pleaded as his grip went tighter around your waist with one arm while the other went up to your neck with the tips of his fingers slightly caressing your chin in the process of kissing you more, and more, and more.

You smiled as you kissed him one last time in between the chuckles, getting your hands off him as you heard both of your stomachs growling for food rather than your bodies lusting for sex, “You are right.” You paused, taking two steps away from him to restrain yourself from jumping again on the man’s neck with both of your arms wrapped around him as well as your legs around his waist, “We need to eat first, I am quite famished.” You confessed, using your hands now to tighten the man’s apron rather than loosening it.

“So am I.” Charles teased in a sultry tone a very thick Monegasque accent, leaning forwards to you again just to get a hold of your neck to leave there a mark using the sharpness of his teeth just to place a wet kiss over it after the bite.

You shook your head, “Ok, let’s get the food done quick because you are only making it worse now.” You spoke, almost moaning the first words as your body was shaken by Charles’ unholy gestures.

“Ok, let’s go baby.” Charles clapped in enthusiasm as he rolled up his shirt’s sleeves up to the elbows, and you froze for a little moment there watching him do so – that was the very first time when Charles called you something else instead of your name.

Baby, there was a time when you would have protested for a man calling you baby as you found pet names childish and honestly some of them extremely disturbing but coming from Charles’ mouth baby had a nice ring to it and it made you completely ridiculously giggle as if you woke up on Christmas morning receiving the perfect gift as a ten-year-old girl back in your hometown.

“What’s going on?” Charles confusingly asked looking at you over his shoulder, “Are you laughing because you already think this is going to be easy for you since you know that I suck at this?”

“No, I just think you are cute.” You spoke, wrapping your arms around him from behind to somehow thank him for being such a sweetheart to you, “Boyishly cute.” You spoke, getting on your tiptoes just to kiss the man’s back of the neck before getting your hands dirty alongside with your boyfriend who just instinctively called you “baby” for the very first time in many to come.

Food was not quickly done. You both sucked at cooking, and although you were both aware of that fact – you were not expecting to suck that bad. You overcooked in your first try, and then you decided to take it all from zero and start again. Charles made a chaotic mess in the kitchen trying to spice the sauce right, and you were not making anything easier by being an even worse catastrophe in the kitchen when it came to cut the meat or shaving the parmesan. It took you twice as much to make two servings of pasta than it usually takes to the most unskilled people stepping in the kitchen for the first time, and yet it was not maddening or exhausting at all – it was just good fun.

You laughed non-stop, cracked jokes, and stopped in between the preparation to steal kisses from each other. You two were truly happy for the first time in forever enjoying somebody’s else presence and not feeling pressured to behave in unusual ways. Your smiles were sincere and were not hiding unspoken truths from the other, and your hearts skipped beats normally as hearts do when in love instead of aching for the person standing in front of you.

The sauce was done, and you were waiting for the pasta to perfectly boil for the third time so you could finally eat after too many failed attempts for one dinner preparation. The tiny window was largely open for the steam to get out and you could hear the cars roaming the narrow streets of Monaco breaching the quietness of a late July summer evening. Blows of wind entered the room, engulfing you whole in that torrid scent of mid-season. Music was softly playing from your phone next to you on the counter as you murmured the lyrics of a Sufjan Stevens’ song from a movie you saw ages ago about which Charles had little to no idea but loved to listen to your hums that close to him.

You looked at Charles as he came closer to you to hear your voice better across the space in between your bodies, and for a moment there you would have wished for time to stop so you could just stare at him for as long as frozen time permits – as Charles whished for the very first time you leaned on that hospital kitchen counter and titled your head towards him.

It was just you and Charles in the whole wide world for a split of a moment, two grown-ups in an apartment waiting for their pasta to boil perfectly and hopping that the sauce will taste just right – and nothing else mattered anymore. You both looked each other without saying anything back, just stupidly smiling at the other while listening to music and humming to the tunes.

“I think I am in love with you, Charles.” You bluntly and suddenly broke the snug silence in between the two of you as you were sitting on top of the kitchen counter with Charles in between your legs watching you back, “Is it too soon?” You questioned, fearing that you might have come off too strong and yet being liberated of the hefty feeling that pressed your chest the entire time as you looked at him in silence.

Charles had to know that you were falling for him – the man standing in front of you deserved to know that your intentions were nothing but pure when there were so many people surrounding him just for his social status rather than his companionship. You were sure of his intentions, Charles made them clear to you even from your first date when he first told you that you were fancied by him. You sweetened that now even more by not only fancying him back, but by totally falling in love with him. You patiently waited for Charles’ answer as the anxiety kicked in in a flash after the words were out in the world. What if it was too much for him? What if it was too soon to tell him that? What if he wanted to slow things down now? All your thoughtless inquiries were destroyed in an instant by a warm smile and even warmer words.

“Too soon to be in love with me?” Charles inquired, resting both of his palms on the top of your thighs as he leaned in for yet another quick peak, “To be honest I think I am in love with you since you took that jellybean from my palm back in your fancy hospital kitchen that you took me to.” Charles then added in the sweetest tone you have ever heard him using with you by now, “So no, trust me – it is not too soon.” He then confirmed, watching you watching him back with hopeful eyes.

You could not help yourself by broadly beam at Charles’ words. You were not that used to men telling you exactly what they thought or felt, so the man’s sincerity managed to take you by surprise every single time in the last months when you were told that you were beautiful or asked if you were alright with being kissed or touched in certain places during certain moments. Now Charles did that again – showing you that he cared enough to say what he felt or thought without being afraid of seeming defenseless in front of your own vulnerable self.

“Thank you.” You softly spoke as you rested your forehead on one of Charles’ shoulders as a sudden wave of sadness engulfed your whole body as flashes of past relationships went like bullets throughout your head, “Thank you for not running away the moment I open up to you.” You added, feeling your chest burning and hot tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

Charles took you closer to him in a warm embrace as he felt your body twitching underneath the man’s touch, “That is what I want from you – why would I run from something I am craving for?” He then asked, gently rubbing your back with one of his hands to make sure that you are comfortable enough in the man’s arms.

You ended up with your arms wrapped around Charles’ neck and with his covering your waist for a moment that meant forever then and there. You already had confessed to Charles prior to your home-cooked dinner date that your main issue with dating after you found out that you cannot have children with your ex-husband was not trusting someone enough to stay at your side due to your ineffectiveness of bearing children. Charles was mature enough to understand how and why your break-up caused trauma, and he also understood what he had to do to gain your trust.

Your embrace lasted for a while before the cooking timer went off and the sound of it scared the shit of you two. You both laughed as you figured out that you were two grown-up adults getting scared by a mere sharp sound. You quickly whipped your tears with help from Charles who kissed both of your cheeks after you rubbed your face and smiled back at you, telling you without words that it is all going to be alright and that he will never run away from you when you open up to him – that he was there to stay and keep his spot next to you for as long as you let him do so. You nodded back to him and realized how crazy it was that you already spoke without words and understood each other from simple glares and shakes of heads.

“Speaking of hospitals,” You spoke as you were getting the perfectly now boiled pasta out of the pot, “Is Xavier still at his grandmother’s house? I think he should pay a visit to the office these days because I really want to check how his arm is recovering after one month of being out of the cast.”

Charles nodded, “Ah yes, I am going there tomorrow first thing in the morning to pick him up from mom, I miss him like crazy!” Charles enthusiastically spoke as he was getting the plates ready for you to cover them in pasta, meat and souce.

You happily smiled, there was a different type of happiness that rose within you every single time when Charles spoke about Xavier and vice-versa, “I bet he misses you too – maybe you should take him in a weekend trip somewhere you never been together yet and just talk about cars or whatever you men talk about.” You sarcastically spoke rolling your eyes as a joke.

“And maybe you should join us.” Charles added, looking at you freeze again with pasta up in the air above the plate, “Ok, let me take it from here.” He then giggled, emptying your hands, and preparing the rest of the dish himself while you were processing Charles’ invitation.

“You have not told him about us, right?” You inquired as you anxiously sat down watching Charles adding even more parmesan to the plates as “proper chefs” do – his words, not yours.

Charles declined, “No, not yet – but I really want to.” He then confessed, taking your hand in his as he took his seat next to you, “When you are comfortable with me doing so – of course.” Charles assured you, feeling your grip tightening around the man’s fingers even harder than before.

“Charles I –” You paused to gather your thoughts for a moment before speaking not from a sentimental point of view being influenced by your infatuation with Charles but from a professional one working with children, “I think we should ease Xavier into this first,” You then added, pointing fingers to both you and Charles, “You cannot just drop a bomb like this to a ten-year-old all at once and expect him to be fine with it in an instant.” You argued gesticulating with both of your hands one of which was still held by Charles who was just intriguingly looking at you frenetically making a whole-ass dissertation in front of him as you were bringing medical terms and studies into the discussion.

“Look here love,” Charles spoke moving your chin with two of his fingers to make sure that you were indeed attentive to him and interrupting you from your fanatical debate with no one else but yourself, “Xavier adores you to the moon and back, every single time when he came back from one of his check-ups the first question was when the next appointment with you in scheduled.” Charles confessed, “When I was his age I hated going to the doctors and I still do now, due to that I never understood why he was so excited to see you – I was just happy I had little to no implications in convincing him to visit the medic’s office.”

You sighed, “I know – I adore him too. It is just –” You paused again, “All I am saying is that we need to be careful on how we are delivering the news to him.”

Charles agreed with a nod, “We will. Look, I will come by tomorrow at your office and bring Xavier so you can check his arm and see how he will react to us being in the same room first, is that okay?” He then continued, letting your hand go for the first time in forever that day so you could both finally eat.

You gently smiled, “Thank you for being so patient with me.”

Charles chuckled, “I have to take you in advance – you will be the one to be patient with two Leclercs from now on instead of just one.”

When Xavier and Charles entered the room, you felt your heart jumping miles aside your chest. You have had thousands of encounters with patients and their parents before this one, but you have never told one of the parents that you were in love with them twelve hours ahead of their children appointment. You deeply sighed once Charles and Xavier laid eyes on you, and that was Charles’ cue to start the talking instead of you due to your anxiety going through the roof in front of Xavier.

“Good mo—”

“Miss!” Xavier shouted, cutting Charles off in an instant and running with his hands clasped at his back towards you with pure excitement illuminating that little pristine face of his, “I bought you these!” He happily smiled, reveling a small bouquet of what seemed to be freshly picked from the garden flowers, “There are from my grandma’s house, have I told you how huge the garden over there is?” Xavier spoke with the same excitement in the tone of voice as showed on his face.

You declined with a nod, “No, you have not.” You spoke after a murmured ‘thank you’ as you took the flowers from Xavier’s hands, “Did you had fun at your grandma’s?” You asked, glaring at a very amused Charles watching the whole picture in front of his eyes as he was leaned on the locked door of your office.

“Yes! So much fun!” Xavier spoke as made himself very much very fast comfortable in the bed reserved for consultations, “Can I tell you all about it?” He then pleaded, cutely swinging his legs, and clasping his hands together in his lap patiently waiting for you to agree with him narrating every single little detail.

You happily nodded and that was the only sign that Xavier needed to fully open his month and literally tell you all about his two-week vacation back at grandma’s place. Charles was non-existent during the time Xavier talked as you listened with interest leaned towards the child rather than paying attention to your secret boyfriend. Charles found himself a comfy an armchair to lean into and watch you two talking without interfering whatsoever. You two exchanged quite a few smiling glances when Xavier was not having his full focus on you, but besides a whispered “I told you, he adores you” from Charles during Xavier’s sporadic cascade of happenings, there was not so much contact between you and the man who you slept with last night.

“Oh, oh, and my uncles came in yesterday and they taught me how to ride horses! Real horses! They have such big noses, right daddy?” Xavier spoke, being for the first time he even acknowledged Charles in the room aside of just looking at you.

Charles chuckled, “Your uncles or the real horses?” Your boyfriend asked, throwing you a cheeky secret wink in the process of replying to his son, “The answer is yes for both my love.” Charles nodded towards Xavier, “I still cannot believe that Enzo and Arthur took you horse riding without letting me know – I am quite a jockey myself.” Charles proudly added as his shoulders lightly shrugged in confidence.

Xavier gave you a shady side-look, “Do not trust him miss, my uncles told me otherwise.” He then spoke, “Grandma agreed too.” He proudly continued, crossing both of his arms at his chest as if there was a serious argument going between him and his dad.

“Non-sense.” Charles replied, “Do not listen to your uncles – especially Arthur, they do not know what they are talking about most of the times.” He then added, following Xavier’s example, and instinctively crossing both of his arms at his chest too.

You could not help yourself but laugh as you watched them both goofing around with each other. You have prior noticed that there were so many mirrored mannerisms between the two standing across from you, but instantly seeing them in action made your lips hurt from all the smiling.

“I am glad to hear that you had fun, little champ.” You spoke, getting your attention back at Charles’ son rather than him, “But have you been careful with your just released from the cast arm?” You spoke, using your teacher-like tone of voice that somehow caught Charles’ focus in an instant – that was hot, and he could not blame himself for thinking that way when you were only spoken with him in sweet tones by now.

Xavier nodded, “Yes, I have been careful miss. Look, I can even throw a proper punch now!” Your patient spoke, mimicking a box move in plain air just to show how tough the little one was once again, “Do you want me to do it again? Do you want to see that again?”

You chuckled at the same time as Charles, “No, once was enough.” You gently spoke, taking Xavier both hands in one of yours, “I will need you to do some mobility exercises at the same time as me and tell me if something hurts, alright champ? Maybe your dad will help us too?” You inquired, watching Charles already getting up from his armchair and ready for whatever you had prepared for the three of you.

You spent the rest of the appointment analyzing every movement of arms from Xavier and watching closely every reaction to your mobility exercises. Charles followed your orders too and played with Xavier for as much as needed for you to give them the final diagnostic after you pleaded Xavier to bear another X-ray just to check if everything was alright and at its place.

“You are good to go.” You finally spoke after minutes of gymnastics in your office leaving both Xavier and Charles exhausted, “I will prescript some medicines that has to be taken for the rest of the month to strengthen your bones even more, but otherwise you are free to go to your practices and ride horses in pace, but you have to be extra-careful.” You spoke, standing down at Xavier’s eye level to pinch the man’s right cheeks, “Have I made myself understood?” You questioned, glaring at Charles too.

“Yes miss.” Both replied at the same time, causing you once again a huge smile on your face.

“Good boys.” You nodded, patting only Xavier’s head no matter how much you would have loved to do the same with Charles’.

You accompanied both outside the building with the excuse that you wanted to pick something to eat from outside your office when you just wanted more time to spend with the rather than just the period of Xavier’s appointment. You sighed once you saw Charles parking the car in front of you and Xavier knowing that it meant they were going to leave within a few minutes, and you would have loved to stay for hours in their presence just to be a witness to their silly son-to-dad banter.

“You heard the pretty lady right, daddy?” Xavier enthusiastically jumped as Leclerc came back from the car to pick the little on up, “This means that we can go to today’s practice?” The little Leclerc asked with the most pleading blue-greenish eyes you have ever seen a child begging for ‘yes’ as an answer.

“If the pretty lady says it is fine, then yes.” Charles spoke, throwing you yet another not-so-secretive wink that managed to make you blush, “I will take you to the practice today and the day after that and the day after that one.” Charles nodded, taking Xavier’s hands into his to squeeze him whole if that was possible, “My summer break just started – I will take you to all of your practices from now.” Charles happily replied, kneeling to kiss the back of Xavier’s hand.

Xavier’s arms went around his dad’s neck, knowing that will meant that Charles will completely pick him up from the ground and that he will not have to take yet another step to the car – spoiling in the most unharming way the hell of his son, “Thank you for today once again, Y/N.” Charles spoke with Xavier now fully into the man’s arms, “See you next time, right?”

You giggled, “Thank you for bringing him in today and yes see you so—”

“Miss!” Xavier shouted again cutting you off this time and loudly clapping his hands right into Charles’ ears, “What about you come with us today?” He then asked, “You never saw my driving skills that I have been talking to you about and I really want to show them to you.” Xavier pleaded, and that was when you understood how Charles felt when Xavier looked right into his eyes with that piteous innocent look. You just could not say no, and all the spoiling made sense even more now.

You searched for an answer into your boyfriend’s glare, and seeing him basically mimicking Xavier’s puppy eyes right in front of you was not that much of a surprise, “I will drop by once I am finished with working, alright?” You gently replied, trying to play it as cool as possible in front of them and not letting any overenthusiasm show on your face – and yet your rosy cheeks and insanely stunning smile give it all away.

Your phone buzzed half an hour later after you came back into your office as you finished another appointment – texts from Charles blowing up your phone. You laughed like a high schooler deeply in love at both texts while being at the same time still amazed that you were going out with a man who knew how to talk in full sentences even through text and not just in real life.

“See? I told you that Xavier adores you, I was not even in the room for a minute there. I think it went amazing, what do you think? The only thing I am concerned about is him being mad at me for stealing you from him rather than the other way around.”

“Thank you for agreeing with my son’s proposal, shall I send a car for you or are you going to play the hyper independent woman card again? Which by the way I adore but please let me take care of you occasionally.”

The smile was not fading as you replied, “I might end up liking him more than I like you even. And yes, I am going to play the hyper independent woman card again, just send me the address and I will be there after I finish here.”

The reply came right back within a minute, “You are not going to let me take care of you not even occasionally, am I right?”

You leaned back into your chair as you typed, “I can think of a few occasions when you can take care of me, and I fully agree with those.” You replied, scenes from last night when your tights were devoured by the man’s mouth played into your mind.

“Jesus Y/N,” You spoke loudly for yourself as you were now alone in the room, “You are at work for fuck’s sake!” You added, scolding yourself for having dirty thoughts right in the middle of your shift, “Get your shit together.” You chuckled, laughing at your own little dirty mind. It was Charles Leclerc you were talking about – who could have blamed you for that?

You arrived at the karting circuit mid-training. You spotted Xavier on the track right away having the same number as his dad’s winning championship car, and you had to admit right from the start that he was as fast as he told you so – the fastest, the quickest of them all, the smartest amongst the bunch. You took the nearest seat next to the garage Charles indicated you as being theirs through texts and patiently waited for him to come and pick you up from there as you spotted the man’s back inside the open garage. Charles was talking to one of the karting engineers and they were both too focused on the monitor in front of them to be disturbed or to pay attention to their other surroundings. Again, you were nothing but smiles and giggles.

It just felt like you took such a huge step into the two Leclercs’ world and that you were very much welcomed in there. The only think you knew about racing was that it was dangerous, and that people can break bones doing even karting, and yet the very first time you saw Charles at the Monaco GP and now Xavier racing against twenty other passionate racing kids, you understood that there was more than just the suffering part – you understood why and how Xavier will follow Charles’ path. There was beauty in the sound of engines, adrenaline in taking turns, and immense satisfaction in being the fastest, the quickest, the smartest on the tracks.

Charles was guided to you by you shouting Xavier’s name once the little champ’s kart came closer to you as he turned into the corner. It was just practice – and yet you were there to support Xavier and to let him know that you are indeed a witness to the Leclerc legacy in motorsport racing – wait until you found out that Arthur Leclerc was racing too.

“Having fun?” Charles asked you as he took the seat right next to you, “Am I getting dethroned as your favorite driver as we speak?” He then asked, watching you having eyes only for Xavier on the track instead of him sitting next to you.

“You might.” You joked, quickly glaring at Charles once before you returned to his child once again, “It looks like Xavier really missed this.” You spoke, loudly clapping once again as Xavier overtook yet another kart.

Charles nodded, “It is a sentiment that you cannot quite forget – and when you are back at it after a break you wish for it to never end. If you would have told me twenty years ago when I was almost Xavier’s age, that I am not allowed to race for a couple of months only because I broke my arm? I would have probably run away from home and join the race circus or something like that.” He then added with a chuckle, “My parents would have been so mad back then.”

You bittersweetly smiled and secretly took Charles’ hands into yours behind the seats to comfort him with a light play of your fingers in between Leclerc’s – that was the very first time when Charles mentioned both parents instead of just his mother. You knew about Charles’ father from articles and articles only, not daring to ask him something up until now as opening to someone can be challenging at each step – and you were pretty much aware of how hard that was.

“I am sure that they would have been proud of you even if you joined race circus.” You smiled, “The running away from home part – not so much.” You paused with a laugh, grabbing Charles’ pinky into yours for a while as a silent promise.

“Come on now love, let me show you around the garage what is going on until Xavier finishes.” Charles spoke, grabbing you fully by the hand to take you to the place where all the magic happened.

You were too caught up in watching and listening to Charles explaining bits and parts of their world to you that you even forget that your clasped hand was still in Charles’ while he never felt the need to let go of yours. When the karts stopped, and Xavier went up running to you and his father – he caught you in the act too. You only realized what you have done once you saw where the young man’s glare was focused to. The hands were untied at an instant and you hardly abstained to not swear even underneath your breath. Glaring at Charles, you saw your up to then secret boyfriend slightly panicking too although not as much as you were doing so.

“Amazing drive champ.” Charles spoke, “You crushed out there.”

Xavier looked up from you to Charles, and then to you again in what seemed to be disbelief at first that slowly turned into a smile and then in pure enthusiasm. With mouth half-opened and with the hamlet dropping from the little man’s hands, Xavier started to enthusiastically jump and dance to an unknown song which lyrics were, “I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!”

Charles confusedly looked at you, and you returned the same glare as you were watching Xavier running towards the both of you and trying to engulf you both into the man’s short arms, “I knew it!” Xavier repeated once more as he wrapped one of his arms around Charles’ right leg and the other one around your left leg, “You are bringing flowers only to girls you like, right daddy?” He then asked, looking up at you and Charles, “That is why you picked flowers this morning for the pretty lady and gave them to me to give them to her – you were too shy!” Xavier continued, making Charles’ cheeks turn a little redder than usual as he heard his son’s words, “My uncle Arthur told me that he has always been like this around girls, he must be right with the horse-riding as well.” Xavier continued, taking two steps away from you two who were unable to react to a ten-year-old young man figuring out that you two dated before you spilled out the beans to him.

Both of you went to one of your knees in front of Xavier to be at the little champ eye level again, “You are right, you should bring flowers only to girls you like – but also be considerate of the other girls as well, fine son?” Charles spoke as he caressed the hair of Xavier, “But yes, you are right – I was too shy to give the flowers myself.”

“Happy to help.” Xavier spoke as he faked a regal bow in front of his father before switching his focus back to you, “Do you like him too, miss? Do you hold hands with people you do not like?” Xavier directly and bluntly so asked you, “I mean I know that my father is kind of old and grumpy sometimes but –”

“You spent too much time with your uncles, that is for sure young man.” Charles intertwined being triggered by the words ‘old’ and ‘grumpy’ used in the same sentence as his own name, “I am not that old – let alone grumpy!” Your boyfriend then spoke, vehemently shaking his head just to frown afterwards due to the dizziness provoked by the harsh movement.

“See? Old and grumpy.” Xavier then took the stand, pointing to the fine lines of Charles’ frowned forehead, “Arthur does not have those, uncle thought me about what they mean back at grandmas.”

A heavy sigh escaped Charles’ mouth, “That’s it! I am revoking uncle privileges from my little brother.” Your not-so-secret-anymore boyfriend then added with a soft and amused smile all over his face as he pinched both of Xavier’s cheeks.

In all the midst of confusion and panic due to your relationship with Xavier’s father being so easily guessed and questioned, you could not help yourself again but just laugh at their dialogue. Xavier certainly had a strong personality that you were not seeing in all ten-years-old and Charles was one hell of a father for turning everything in a fun little game for his son.

“I do like him Xavi.” You spoke, gently touching Charles’ shoulder at your left, “And I would love if you would allow me to like your father even more from now on.” You spoke, locking eyes with Charles for a moment that held eternity within its margins, “What do you think?” You asked, taking both hands of the little champ in yours, “Will you allow me to like this old and grumpy man?”

“Will you give me more candy when I visit?” Xavier spoke, caressing his chin like men do in western movies that he probably has watched with one of his uncles, “Wait!” He then paused, “I will not have to visit you that often – this means that you are going to spend more time together with me without that awful coughing syrup.”

You chuckled and agreed with a nod, “More candies, and no coughing syrup. I promise.” You spoke in a demanding tone, lifting your pinky in the air to catch Xavier’s which was already on his way.

“Mhm? Hello? I am here too?” Charles sarcastically spoke as he covered your pinky fingers with his too, “Why do you two always forget about me in a conversation?” Charles huffed, and you and Xavier could not do anything else but just laugh at the grown man’s whimpers for not being included in the fun group.

The child felt asleep back home as Charles drove you first to your place. You two remined quiet not to disturb the little champ relaxing after a long afternoon of practice. Now there was not only you and Charles alone in the whole wide world – Xavi joined too. The whole way back home you held hands with Charles, and not for even a split of a second as he drove did Leclerc let your hand slip away from him. The only time when Charles’ grip untightened was when against the back of your hand the man’s lips pressed.

“We are not the greatest couple at delivering news.” You spoke, looking over the shoulder at a very asleep mini-Charles as you got off the car in front of your apartment building, “Or at hiding things – we were figured out by a ten-year-old!” You whispered, watching Charles holding the door wide open for you to get down just to softly shut it right back and lock you in between the car and his body.

“To be honest we were not even trying to hide it.” Charles laughed, “Flowers, holding hands? I told him to do both things with a girl he liked in kindergarten already.” He then added with a smile, “Plus, that boy is a genius, and I am not just saying it because he is my son although me being his father means that Xavier inhe—”

“Oh, will you shut up already?” You spoke laughing, cupping Charles’ head into both of your palms as you pulled him closer for a kiss. Charles took you fully into his arms, not kissing you for the entire day was excruciating painful for him. You could feel it by the way he held you closer than ever to his body and by the way his tongue searched for more and more space to fill. You went mellow in Charles’ arms and would have killed for more than just a couple of seconds of him all over you outside in your parking lot and yet you had to stop once you heard Xavier’s voice from inside the car calling for his daddy.

“Who do we have to thank for inventing smoked car windows?” You spoke as you managed to push a very fake sobbing Leclerc out from you, “Go on, your son needs you.”

“Miss?! Miss?!” Xavier’s voice resounded at your back as the window retracted, “I need to tell you what I just dreamt off! I was a doctor just like you!” Xavier then spoke, getting his head completely out of the window to make you pay attention to him.

“It seems to me that he needs you more.” Charles softly spoke with nothing but gratitude inside that sweet tone of his, unlocking the car’s doors after another one of his failure winks.

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BUT IT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT [1.7k | post poker date spec (?) | angst with a happy ending] {ao3}

title from afterglow by taylor swift, for @singlethread enjoy

Buck feels…happy as they exit the back room, their wallets filled to the brim. There’s a buzz under their skin from winning, from the alcohol, and the good company.

Eddie orders the Uber and it’s tensely quiet as they ride through the streets of LA back to the loft. The air is charged and Eddie keeps looking at him when he thinks he’s not looking.

They make it up the stairs and into the apartment before either of them say anything really.

“Beer?” Buck asks, gently placing his jacket on the counter. Eddie hums as he takes the already offered bottle. He leaves his jacket on.

“How did you know? The seventeen seconds? Everyone told me it was three minutes. But you-“

“Because I counted all of them.” Eddie replies, biting his lip, “And those seventeen seconds lasted a lifetime Buck. And it was seventeen seconds because of me.”

Buck cocks his head, his brow scrunched.

“I- I was the one who—no one?”

“What Eddie? I may be able to do math now but I think I need you to spell this one out for me.”

Eddie bites his lip again and studies the pattern of the granite countertop.

“I was the one who brought you back to life,” he replies softly and quietly. Like it’s fragile. Like it’s admitting something else entirely.

“Oh.” Buck breathes just as soft. “I guess I never said thank you. So, thank you. I—“

“I owed you one,” Eddie replies, taking a sip of beer.

“Still. Thank you.” he says it sincerely, trying to convey every part of it to Eddie. Because if he’s honest he’s still reeling from it. There’s still a tingle under his skin. He jokes about it with Maddie. And the night in the kitchen hadn’t changed much, just given a little perspective. But he still hadn’t found his level as Dr. Salazar put it. The most at peace he had felt was with Eddie in that parking lot waiting for an Uber.

“Did you have fun?” Eddie asks, breaking the spiral, he saw it coming no doubt and pulled Buck right back out.

“Yeah, thanks for that too. It’s been a long time since I went out, got dressed up and stuff you know? And I’ve only ever played poker with Maddie.”

“You never—“ Eddie cuts himself off and clears his throat, “I'm glad. Been awhile for me too I guess.”

A silence fills every corner of the loft. Buck swears he can hear the neighbors arguing in the apartment across the hall. And he’s frozen. And Eddie steps closer.

The silence grows impossibly bigger.

And Eddie kisses him.

It’s soft and chaste and everything that a first kiss should be.

But he can’t kiss back. He can’t get his hands to move to Eddie’s hips. Can't open his mouth to make room for Eddie’s tongue. He almost wants to cry. And a small whimper escapes. He wishes he could explain it. But he can’t even look at him.

“I'm sorry,” he whispers, his eyes squeezed shut.

“It's okay,” Eddie replies, placing his beer on the island, and letting his hands run over Buck's arms like receding tides as he slips away.

The door clicks shut and he presses the heels of his hands over his eyes. All he can do is strip off the suit that Eddie had shoved into his arms in a garment bag not hours ago, and crawl into bed and try to sleep. ___

“Eddito, what’s wrong?” Pepa asks as soon as she opens the door. He has his hands shoved in his sweatpants pockets. His mouth twists and he shakes his head and leans down to hug her. She kisses his cheeks like always.

“How’s Christopher?” he asks instead.

“Perfect Angelito, as always,”

“Don’t let him hear you say that,” he smiles sadly.

“I remember another Angel that had that phase.” She pats his cheek as he sits at the kitchen table and hands him his mug of coffee with a teaspoon of sugar and a dash of cinnamon.

“He’s still sleeping,” she slips into her own chair, “I met this very nice girl at the hair salon this week. She’s new in town, looking for people her own age…maybe someone to date…?”

Eddie swallows past the memory of Buck’s still lips against his.

How perfect everything had been up until that point. He swallows again, “You can give her my number,” he concedes. The acid crawling up his throat.

“Are you sure?”

He grimaces but still nods, “I should get back out there. It's been a long time since I've been on a date. It would be good to try again.”

He sips his coffee and the minutes tick by until Christopher makes his way into the kitchen.

“Mornin’ Dad,” Chris grumbles but still leans in for a hug.

“Hey kid,” he replies with a soft smile and ruffles his hair. Chris frowns a little.

“Can we go to the diner for breakfast?”

Eddie had been promising they would go for a few weeks.

“Sure. Say thank you to Pepa.”

He grumbles something that sounds a little bit like Gracias and Eddie just smiles at Pepa and she nods with understanding.

He gets a text a few days later,

Hi this is Emma, your aunt gave me your number.

They coordinate to get coffee on Wednesday morning after his shift.

On Monday he asks Buck if he can get Chris to school on Wednesday morning.

“What are you going to be doing?” Chimney asks as they hope the bell doesn’t ring in the last few minutes of their shift.

Eddie glances at Buck a little nervously, “I um, I’m going on a date. My aunt set us up.”

Chimney’s mouth snaps shut over a retort after Hen lightly slaps his arm. But it’s Buck who takes off, the glass he was drying hitting the counter close to dangerously hard, saying something about getting a head start on his shower.

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Eddie had a date. A date. The very thought felt spiky, poking Buck in the chest. And most of all it hurt. Which made him feel guilty. Cause if anyone was hurt it was Eddie. He lets the water wash over him, it hadn’t even been that bad of a shift. No horrendous calls. But they had been out almost the entire time, never making it back to the station for more than an hour. And he couldn’t stop thinking about Eddie’s lips on his and how the closest he had felt close to at peace and level was when he was with Eddie. Even today, while they barely looked at each other but still were impossible to separate. He felt it alone too, just not quite as comfortable in it. Not as fully.

When he finally shakes himself free of the spiral and exits the shower, B shift is already in full swing of things and Eddie’s truck is not in the parking lot.

He has no idea what he wants to say, he just knows that he has to kiss him. For real.

It feels wrong to waltz in like he usually does, because Eddie doesn’t know he’s coming. So he knocks. And before Eddie can say a thing Buck blurts,

“Don’t go on that date tomorrow. If you really want to you can, but I just– I can’t let you do that.”

“So I can’t date anyone else but I also can’t kiss you? What am I–”

Buck kisses him, somewhat to shut him up cause he can’t live in a world Eddie doesn’t know that he wants to any more. Mostly because as he realizes now, it's what he had wanted to do so many times before.

Eddie lets out a breath beneath him and then kisses him back, dragging him in, wrapping his arms around his neck as Buck's hands land on his hips, his thumbs slipping between his waistband and shirt.

“I’m really sorry about the other night,” Buck is finally able to say between kisses as he closes the door behind him. “I am still dealing with a lot of things and I was just confused and you caught me off guard. But please don’t go. I–”

“I wasn’t gonna go the second I saw you pull up outside my door.”

“Eddie,” he practically whines in response. Eddie’s breath ghosting over his cheeks.

He finds himself trapped against the door, Eddie kissing along his jaw, his hand finding a home spreading across his waist, thumb resting on his last rib.

“I feel like we should talk more?” Buck asks. Eddie shakes his head,

“I have told you everything I need you to know, I think we have talked enough over the past five years. We have so much time.”

Buck smiles and they’re kissing again. It’s all syrupy and sweet, with a desperation to make up for what could be lost time. Or just catching up.

Eddie pulls him to the couch by his belt loops, with such little interruption that Buck barely notices his thighs bracketing Buck’s.

And oh, he thought he knew what this might be like, he’s done this a thousand times it seems. But it’s always been in cramped bathrooms or fire trucks, always somewhat awkward and tangled, quick and dirty.

This, with Eddie on the couch, their limbs slotting together like puzzle pieces, mouths opening, tongues dipping, hands–all singing in perfect harmony.

“Are we just gonna make out like teenagers until it’s time to go get Chris?” Buck asks at some point and Eddie buries his face in his chest, he can feel the smile that spreads across Eddie’s face.

“That’s a lot of making out, until three o’clock.”

“Five, he has Robotics Club today.”

“God it shouldn’t be sexy that you know that, fuck,” Eddie kisses him again. “We should move to the bed, and take a nap, shift was relentless.”

“Mmmm, what if we just take a nap right here?” Buck asks, Eddie nuzzling into his neck, little kisses just beneath his ear.

“We’re in our thirties Buck, that is not going to go well for either of our bodies,” Eddie grumbles. He tries to disentangle himself but is only met with a soft tightening grip.

“I just turned thirty–you are the old man here,” he replies teasingly, “Don’t worry I’ll take care of you.”

Eddie props himself up, hovering over Buck’s face, thumb gently resting between his eyebrow and birthmark.

The look on his face is soft, his mouth open as if to start speaking, but he just dips down and kisses the corner of Buck’s mouth gently and settles back down. Sighing as sleep wraps around them.

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Maybe some ❛ here we are, home sweet home. ❜ with Jake Seresin for 3 k

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Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Shy!Reader (not wifey yet) warnings: it's so damn fluffy you might shed a tear. Opposites Attract Masterlist | Hangman Masterlist Main Masterlist | 3 fucking K celebration

Jake was ready to take the next step. It might've been a bit too soon- hell, it was a bit too soon. But four months was long enough to know when you met the right person, right? Jake knew it was absolutely insane that he was planning out how he was going to propose to Y/N in his head, but he didn't want to send another second apart from her.

The two of them had been spending almost every night at each others houses. The first time Y/N had stayed over at Jake's was completely by accident. They went out mini-golfing and ended the night at his place watching the Legally Blonde movies (which Y/N pointed out that Jake and Elle Woods were the same person). Sometime during the movie, Y/N fell asleep on Jake's chest and he didn't have the heart to wake her up and let her drive home. So instead, Jake asked Y/N if she wanted to stay, and he even offered up his room and he'd sleep on the couch. It took both of them by surprise when Y/N said that they can share the bed.

The night was a little over three months ago, and in that time each others belongings had been scattered among the two homes. Early mornings were spent driving home after spending the night wrapped in the warmth of each other. Jake didn't like watching you leave, knowing you were going home to your house alone. It wasn't that you couldn't handle your own, it was that Jake worried about you going home late or arriving home by yourself. There were too many weirdos in the world for Jake to sleep comfortably about.

"What has you all wired up, Bagman?" Javy asked, leaning on Jake's desk, "This about the girl?"

"Yeah," Jake sighed, running a hand down his face, "Do you think I'm moving too fast?"

"You wanted to tell her that you loved her on the third date. . ."

Jake rolled his eyes, "That's true," He sighed, "I'm thinking about asking her to move in."

"Shit, already?" Javy said, straightening up a bit, "You really care about her?"

"I would propose her tomorrow if I could," Jake said, "I've been looking at rings and everything."

"I don't think I have ever seen you this crazy about a girl, Seresin."

"She's the one for me. I see her and I see my whole future. I see a house in San Diego, near her parents, maybe get to be an instructor or some hotshot pilot, I see us having like four or five little ones. I can't see my life without her and I don't want to live one either."

Javy smiled, knowing that it was the exact way that he felt about his girlfriend Valerie. He clapped his friend on the back, "Ask her. And do it soon, before she figures out that you snore and talk in your sleep."

"I do not snore."

"Keep telling yourself that buddy," Javy patted his shoulder before walking back to his desk.

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Y/N looked through the curtains of the big bay window, waiting for Jake to arrive. She had been at work when Jake texted and asked if she was down for dinner, and she agreed. She had a mountain of second grade math homework to look through, but she wasn't going to miss a chance to get dinner with her favorite guy.

A smile rose to her face as Jake's familiar ford f-150 pulled up into the driveway. On the very first date, Y/N made a joke about how you can take the man out of Texas but not Texas out of the man. Y/N met Jake out on the front porch, giving her that megawatt smile and pink carnations in his hand.

"For you," He said, and kissed her hand, "I missed you."

"I missed you too," Y/N blushed furiously.

Jake knew that she wasn't about to lean in and kiss him, not when Mrs. Lockheart next door was as nosy as she was. The small cottage house that Y/N rented was right next to a retirement community, and she had made friends with a lot of them. It made Jake smile seeing her spend so much time caring and talking to her elderly neighbors. He made mental note to take Y/N home to Texas to meet his nana someday.

"I'll go put these inside," Y/N said and Jake nodded. Quickly, Y/N put the carnations in the same vase as the other ones from the week before were. Anytime Jake took her on a date, he always showed up with pink carnations. Partly a nod to the first song that they had listened to on their first date.

"Ready?" Jake asked and Y/N nodded. He grabbed her hand and led her to the truck. He helped her in his lifted pick-up and made sure she was all buckled before shutting the door and jogging to the drivers side.

Jake made a reservation at their favorite seafood restaurant down by the pier. Y/N loved their fish and chips, and Jake always got some sushi that made Y/N crinkle her nose. They talked about each other’s days and how work went. Y/N hardly understood a word of what Jake was talking about but she was always so intrigued. It’s what made Jake love her so much, that she was actually interested in what he did and asked questions about it. They once again argued about who was going to pay for the meal (Jake had already slipped the waiter his card when Y/N was in the bathroom). After they ate, they decided to get ice cream from their favorite place and walk down the pier.

That’s when Jake’s nerves really started setting in.

He had a spare key made after his conversation with Javy, and it was currently burning a hole into his jeans. He was terrified of what she was going to say. Of course the worst she could say was “no” but Jake wasn’t sure how he was going to be able to handle that. Everything had been so perfect between the two of them so far and Jake was starting to think maybe he was reading this all wrong. Y/N had noticed him become distant, his hand not gripping hers as tightly anymore.

“Are you okay?” Y/N asked, looking up at him. Jake snapped out of his thoughts and looked down at her.

‘Now or Never, Bagman’

Jake didn’t say anything as he set his ice cream dish on a nearby bench, and got down on one knee. Y/N sucked in a breath, her eyes going wide.

‘Is he proposing? Oh my god! I didn’t even wear my good white shoes!’

“I’m not proposing,” Jake said.

“Oh thank god,” Y/N sighed in relief, “I mean, not like that.”

Jake chuckled, “I will one day. Just not today, but I want to ask you to move in.” He held up the brass key that was in his pocket, “I don’t like going to bed without you. And it doesn’t have to be everything. It can be like a drawer, or a toothbrush. But . . I can’t sleep another night without you in my house.”

Y/N bit her lip, as a blush came across her cheeks. She set her own ice cream dish down, and reached into her purse, retrieving a very similar brass key out.

“I had one made for you,” Y/N whispered, “I was going to ask you, but I was too scared.”

Jake shook his head and stood up from his kneeling position, “Only us would do this.” Y/N giggled, and Jake pulled her in for a hug, “So you’ll move in? Like to my house?”

“Unless you want to be woken up by Mrs. Stone’s bingo parties. They can get pretty rowdy.”

“Damn, I’m not sure if I can move away knowing I’ll miss Thursday night bingo,” Jake frowned and Y/N giggled, burying her head into his chest.

“But yes, I will move into your house with you, Jake.”

Jake wrapped his arms tightly around her as he spun her in a circle. A shriek came from her lips followed by continuous laughter. Jake set her down, and kissed her quickly, knowing that she probably felt the eyes of onlookers on her.

“Well, we better get going. I got packing to do!”

— — —

Three days later, Y/N was carrying a box in her hands up the sidewalk to her new home with Jake. He had a cute little two story house that was right between the base and the school. He walked a bit ahead of her, also carrying a box of her things. He set the box down, and reached into his pocket grabbing his keys to unlock the door. Y/N went to open the door but Jake stopped her.

“Wait!” Jake said, and then covered her eyes with his hands, “Close your eyes.”

“Jake, I have seen your house before.”

“Yes, but it is no longer just my house, it's your house. . . Our house,” Jake said and Y/N broke out into a large smile, “So close your eyes for me.”

“Only for you,” Y/N said and closed her eyes. Jake removed one hand to open the door, and then carefully guided her through the front door of his house.

Her nose was filled with the familiar scent of his house; sage and the hint of jet fuel. She could feel the warmth of the home, and it felt so inviting. She never felt like a stranger in Jake’s house, and she felt even more at home than ever before. Jake kicked the door closed with his foot, and continued to guide her into the living room.

“Alright, Here we are,” Jake said and took his hands off her eyes. Y/N opened her eyes slowly and looked around at the living room that was now partially her’s. Not a single thing physically had changed since the last time she was here two days ago, but everything had changed emotionally, “Home sweet home.” Jake kissed her cheek and wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on top of her head.

There was a moment of silence as the two of them just soaked up being in each others embrace in their home.

"What do you think, sweets?" Jake asked.

Y/N sucked in a breath before answering, "I think we need throw pillows." She looked up at Jake, who had a bright smile on his face.

"You're lucky I love you."

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Forbidden love (Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader)

Summary: Soap fell in love with you and Ghost was there to support him as he tried to win over your heart. What he didn't expect was falling in love with you himself--and you returning his feelings.

Warning: No warning. A little angst. The end is fluff. Soap was supposed to find them but I don't want to hurt my boy.

Shortly after you joined the team, Soap became obsessed with you. He followed you around like a lost puppy, always eager to have a conversation, always ready to help when needed. He became your friend, a confidant you could trust during your missions.

He often told certain things about you to Ghost, as if he was the annoying little brother who couldn't shut up about his latest crush while also asking for the advice of his more experienced big brother. The lieutenant didn't mind in the beginning, he was aiming at giving Soap as much help in this situation as he could.

Ghost could only hope the sergeant's advances wouldn't ruin your teamwork. After all, Price kept working with Gaz most of the time and left Soap and you under his command. It didn't take long for the three of you to build a great little team, and Ghost didn't want to lose that over some stupid heartbreak.

But as it slowly became obvious Soap's efforts were fruitless, the mood started to change. The Scot began to feel depressed, his replies usually shortening to one word or a single sentence in your presence. When they were alone, he often talked to Ghost about how sad he was because of your indifference.

"Being friends with her isn't enough," he once said on the brink of drunkness. "But every time I make a move, she ignores it. She brushes it off and acts like it was either a joke or nothing even happened."

Ghost patted him on the shoulder before taking a swig of his beer. What was he supposed to say to that? 'Don't worry, she'll come around eventually?' Or 'she might not even realize you're flirting with her?' Neither of these sounded right, and in all honesty, he wasn't sure he could be supportive in this situation.

Because there was a problem. Ghost wasn't only talking to Soap. He talked to you as well. And the more you talked, the more he began to like you. You were disciplined, hard-working, kind, funny, and definitely easy on the eyes. You had everything he was looking for in a woman.

He couldn't let Soap find out, but with time it became a bit hard to keep his feelings a secret. His eyes often found you, like when his gaze was fixed on you as he drank his morning tea. He would have given up everything to have a chance to kiss you and hold you close. He wanted to know how soft your skin was, how your lips tasted.

One night, a few months into his suffering, he couldn't fall asleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw you being happy with him, either out on a date or in his bed. But that wasn't real and there was very little chance that it would ever become reality which made it a hundred times worse. So he didn't sleep, instead he went outside for a walk in the chilly night air.

He closed his eyes and let out a groan when he saw you lying on a bench, looking up at the night sky. He should have turned around and walk somewhere else but something drew him towards you. "All by yourself?" he asked when he got closer.

You sat up and gave him a sweet smile. "The stars are beautiful out here," you replied.

"Stargazing? Nice. Mind if I join you?"

"Some company would be nice," you admitted as you moved a little so he could sit down.

Ghost leaned his head back and looked up. You were right, it was a beautiful sight. But when he looked back at you, he realized these stars couldn't compete with you. "Do you know the constellations?" he suddenly asked. Back when he was a kid, he loved to learn about them. It was his way of escaping all the terrible things that were happening in his life.

"Not really. But I remember some ancient Greek stories about them."

"Can I tell you a secret?" You nodded and he leaned a little closer as if it was some conspiracy. "I feel like I was Orion."

You laughed in the most adorable way at this. "What? The woman you love might accidentally kill you because of the tricks of a jealous brother?" you asked incredulously.

If Soap found out he loved you, who knows what would happen. "There's a small chance," he said in the end.

"You have quite a wild personal life then, lieutenant."

Ghost shrugged. "I'd call it complicated."

The two of you sat there in silence, looking at the sky and appreciating the view. But after a while he noticed out of the corner of his eye that you were watching him with a concerned look on your face. He took a deep breath then turned to you with a questioning hum.

"Johnny seems to be under the weather lately. Or is it just me?" you asked.

"No, he really is."

"I asked him what's wrong but he just forced a smile on his face and said it was nothing. I thought we were friends."

Friends? Oh, you couldn't be more wrong. Maybe it was time to find out the truth. What Soap did was unhealthy, he should have given up trying a while ago. Being friends was still better than not having you around at all, he should finally understand that.

So Ghost inhaled deeply and looked at you again. "There's something you should probably know about him. He doesn't necessarily see you as a friend. Along the way he fell in love with you, but lately he realized you don't have the same feelings for him."

"I didn't know," you said quietly.

"Yeah, I had a feeling you just didn't notice the way he kept flirting with you."

Laughing, you scratched the back of your head. "I'm terrible at that. Always has been."

Under the mask, Ghost couldn't help but smile. You were so cute when you were embarrassed that he just wanted to reach out and pull you into a slow, soft kiss. Just to help you relax a bit. No big deal.

But no, he couldn't even think about that. You were off limits.

"Simon, there's something I need to tell you," you suddenly spoke up, your voice surprisingly serious.

Fucking hell, what were you doing to him? Just hearing his name roll off your tongue so sweetly made him feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. "Ghost. Riley. Lieutenant. Call me anything but Simon," he said sternly, hoping he would never have to go through the torture of hearing it again from you.

You tilted your head to the side a bit as you tried to figure out why he had a problem with this. "But that's your name."

"Don't push your luck, sergeant."

"I'm sorry, Sir. I just thought--"

"Don't think," he snapped.

Gulping, you moved a little away from him on the bench. "Did I do something wrong?" you asked cautiously.

Letting out a sigh, Ghost looked away. "You didn't," he replied, unable to look you in the eye after his outburst.

"Then why are you so harsh with me?"

"I have my reasons."

"But you won't elaborate, I guess."

"No," he confirmed.

Deafening silence fell between you after his answer. You got comfortable on the bench, leaning back and looking up at the sky again as if he wasn't even there. Suddenly he began to feel lonely, even though you were sitting right there next to him. Well, physically you were there, but your mind was up in the sky by now.

He was thinking about going to bed despite being sure he wouldn't be able to sleep now. But something told him looking at the ceiling would be better than ruining your evening with his presence. You had been here first, it was him who had to leave.

When he began to stand up, you suddenly broke the silence without looking over at him. "I'm gonna ask Price to let me transfer somewhere else," you said.

"You want to leave us?" he asked as he sat back down.

"Yes. I've been thinking about it for a while."

"Why?" But you didn't answer. You didn't even turn to him. With a groan he grabbed your chin and forcully made you look at him. "I need to know the reason," he told you.

"Personal reason."

Personal? What could that be? "Did Johnny do something stupid?"

"He didn't do anything," you replied, giving him a pointed look for accusing the fellow sergeant.

"Then why?"

You shook your head as much as you could while he held you tightly. "It doesn't matter."

"It matters to me. Am I the reason? Did I say or do something?"

"You're my superior," you said, as if it would explain everything. Ghost gave you a questioning look, but you just shrugged. "That's all."

"I don't understand." Nothing. You remained silent. "Y/N, I'm begging you, tell me."

"I," you began hesitantly before falling silent again. "Oh, fuck, I could just as well tell you since I'm leaving. I shouldn't have feelings for my superior, that's it. I'm so sorry, I can't help it. It would be for the best if I just left."

He shook his head and moved his hand from your chin to your cheek. Even though he still had a hard time accepting that he did hear you say this, his brain worked on autopilot as he said his next words. "Don't leave. Please, just stay here. We'll figure something out," he added as he caressed your soft skin.

"Ghost, I really like you," you began, leaning into his touch. "Every time we talk, I find something new I love about you, and this hole I'm digging for myself is getting way too deep. I can't get out anymore and it slowly ruins my life because I can't think and can't breathe without you."

"Then I'll be your ladder. Look, I… I've been harsh with you because… God damn it," he cursed angrily before pulling his mask up to his nose and closing the gap between you to kiss you passionately. "You're driving me crazy," he muttered against your lips.

You giggled into the kiss before finally leaning back a little to look him in the eye. "That wasn't my intention."

"Trust me, you don't have to do anything for that result," he informed you as he pulled down the mask.

"What are we going to do now?"

"What do you mean?"

You shifted on the bench so you were now lying on your back with your head resting in his lap. "You're my superior, we can't be together," you explained as you reached out to intertwine your fingers with his.

"We will keep it a secret," he said with a shrug then buried his free hand in your hair.

"And if someone finds out?"

"We'll be careful."

"Johnny will pick up on it. We work together all the time, he will notice if the way we communicate changes," you pointed out.

"Then let's make sure he won't. Just trust me, okay? And don't you dare talk to Price about transferring," he warned you, making sure it didn't come out as an order.

Ghost couldn't believe it was happening for real. Just a couple of minutes ago he was trying to push you away for your own good, and now he was sitting there hand in hand with you. How in the hell did this happen? But it felt right, as if the two of you had been heading in this direction all along.

He moved his hand out of your hair and began to stroke the skin on your neck absentmindedly. The two of you began to talk about silly little things to pass the time, and his face began to hurt from smiling so much as he listened to you. He wondered how he could deny having feelings for you for this long.

It was so easy to love you, came as natural as breathing. And he never wanted to let you go.

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