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Carried Away // sfk

Summary: college roommates, friends to lovers

Word Count: ~8.4k

Warnings: 18+ only, smut with plot (and a shit ton of fluff), brief mention of insecurities, oral (f receiving), protected penetrative sex, let me know if i missed anything!

A/N: it’s been a while, i hope this makes up for it <3

“So you’re not going out or anything?”

He was scurrying about the room when he said it, which is why you almost didn’t hear the question in the first place. He was rushing in an organized frenzy, speaking around the toothbrush in his mouth while he slipped into the sleeves of his button-up. Over the television in front of you, you could hear the kitchen faucet turning on, the sounds of his brushing quickly accompanying it. You smiled at the mental image of him behind you, hovering over the sink as he prepared for his night out.

You never understood why he chose to spend his weekends like this, worried about who he’d see, what he was gonna wear, and what pick-up line he’d use first with the other partygoers.

“Nope,” you answered simply, snuggling a little closer to your blanket to solidify your answer. It was much cozier than what he was doing at least.

He spit the toothpaste out - an exaggerated noise that makes you wince - and paused. You imagined the stare he was giving you as he spoke. “You could come with me!”

You rolled your eyes at his weak attempt at persuasion, something you had gotten much too used to throughout your friendship. “And watch you get shitfaced and flirt with anyone that gets too close to you? Yeah, no I’d rather not.”

It wasn’t the first time Sam tried to convince you to accompany him at yet another party. It’s what he always did, on the weekends especially. When you’d try to hide away and catch up on assignments or much-needed sleep, he’d try to drag you out with him. You were beginning to wonder how he manages such a good academic status when he didn’t seem to be in college to actually learn.

He rarely knew what the occasion was that garnered the parties in question. Was it a frat party? What frat was hosting? A house party whose owner was unknown? A birthday party of a friend of a friend’s? The answer never mattered, but Sam was sure to be there. Said it “boosted morale,” whatever that meant.

There was only one time in which you fell victim to his coaxing. One night after a tough week where you were completely caught up, even ahead in some of the projects for various classes. You deserved the time to loosen up and stop focusing on your grades for once, and your roommate surely knew how to do that. He was your number one supporter when you told him you were considering his offer.

The night ended sooner than it began, with you leaving prematurely and telling him to call you when he needed you to pick him up. You tried to leave as quickly as possible, but not before you had seen his advancements on someone you knew was much less than what he deserved.

He was your best friend, and you couldn’t help being a little protective of him.

“Not my fault I have such a charming personality,” he called out.

That was one way to put it.

You couldn’t keep your eyes from rolling at his statement, but the sly smile on your lips showed that you were far from annoyed.

By the time he finished up at the sink, quickly disappearing into the bathroom to deposit his toothbrush, you were able to rid of the rosy color on your cheeks. But when he came back, you instantly felt the blush returning.

“You could at least invite someone over so you aren’t holed up by yourself on a Friday night. What about that friend of yours from chem?”

You tried to hide the fact that your eyes widened when you glanced up at him. He was only buttoning up his shirt, and you had seen him shirtless plenty of times, but there was something about seeing the tanned skin of his torso that would never get old.

Tearing your gaze away from him was the only way you could return to the conversation at hand. You had to take a second to remind yourself of who he was even referring to.

“Yeah?” You sneered. “And do what?”

“I don’t know. Paint each other’s nails and gossip or whatever it is that girls do.”

No matter how hard you tried to hold it in, a laugh escaped you. You hated how easily his comments could amuse you, no matter how immature. “You are a child.”

“Am not!” He whined defensively, letting out a laugh that matched yours. “I just want you to have some fun for once!”

“I will have fun. Right here on the couch with my shitty soap operas.”

It was Sam’s turn to roll his eyes at you, shaking his head as he made his way back to the kitchen and out of sight of you. “You could go pick up some more groceries. I used the rest of the almond milk this morning.”

You twisted your body so you could peer over the back of the couch at him, squinting your eyes in contempt as he nonchalantly sauntered to the cabinet for a glass to drink from. “So it sounds like you should go get some since you keep using it all.”

He waved a dismissive hand at you while he ran the cup under the tap. “Yeah, but now it gives you something to do!”

His head tipped back to take a quick swig before dumping the remaining liquid into the sink. You watched him continue to rush through the room, smiling at him stuffing his belongings in his pockets. “I’ll be back later tonight,” he promised.

“Call me if I need to pick you up.”

It was sincere, your offer. It was something you always said on nights like these, before he left for his next outing and you knew he’d probably be under the influence. He rarely took you up on it, always making friends with whoever remained sober enough to take him home, but he knew the offer still stood.

He also knew how you’d more than likely be asleep by the time he was ready to come home, and he wanted to avoid interrupting your slumber.

“Yes, mother,” he quipped, finally making his way to the door. He paused before stepping outside, long enough to shoot you a genuine smile and playful wink. “Bye, y/n.”

The break in his sarcasm made your face warm for the umpteenth time tonight. “Bye, Sammy. Have fun.”

The door was already shutting behind him as you heard him call out a faint “You too!”

And with a click of the latch, you were left alone in the living room you shared with your best friend, the soap opera on TV your only company.

————

Hours passed with no word from Sammy. You could imagine the fun he was having while you stayed glued to the cushion you sat on. You could see his smile as he flaunted his charisma to whoever would listen. How his pinkie would swipe across the bottom of his cup while he connected with the other partygoers. You knew he was having a good time, but for some reason, you still felt uneasy.

Your phone would wake you up if he called, but the idea of something happening to him while you were asleep worried you more than anything. It was your goal to stay awake for as long as possible, and you tried to do anything that would help you achieve that goal.

You hoped that a snack would give you more energy to endure the night, but you still found yourself dozing off. You even cycled through various channels whenever you felt your eyelids getting heavy, abandoning the series Sam left you with for a marathon of cheesy holiday romance movies.

It wasn’t long before you got bored with those though, the storylines much too repetitive and predictive. Soon enough, you couldn’t find an interest in guessing who the main protagonist would end up with or what the overall resolution would be.

But right before you let yourself succumb to your drowsiness, you heard the front door slowly open. You let yourself glance over at the doorway, the dim silhouette of Sammy barely visible from the soft light of the television.

He smiled once he saw you move, indicating he was waiting to see if you were awake before he spoke. “Hey.”

You returned the smile as a greeting, wiping at your eyes to wake yourself up a bit more. “You’re back already?” you asked through a yawn.

“Don’t sound too excited.” He was smirking through his jesting, shrugging as he continued. “Party was lame, came back to crash this one.”

“Oh yeah, you certainly crashed this party. Soap opera and all.” You rolled your eyes at him, an action that seemed to be routine no matter what you were talking about.

“I’m surprised you didn’t have anyone join you for such a titillating experience.”

He was practically dripping in sarcasm, but that made you feel that much more endeared by him. He still hadn’t moved from where he stood, perched against the wall across the room. It looked as if he were studying you, surveying to see just how good your comebacks would be.

You shrugged. “No one wanted to gossip with me while they got their nails painted.”

You thought your response was funny, inspiration coming back from his earlier quip, but he looked past the humor. His face contorted into something that resembled disbelief, and in one swift motion, he pushed off of the wall and crossed the distance to you.

“Are you joking? I’ll volunteer!” He tossed his wallet and keys on the coffee table in front of you.

“Sam, what-”

“I’ll be right back.” And before you could ask anything further, he had disappeared into the bathroom. You heard him rummaging around in the drawers and cabinets before he came back into view, clutching all of the nail polish and supplies you own. “I didn’t know what colors you’d want so I brought the whole thing.”

“Me?”

He gives you a sideways glance, as if you both had been planning to do this all night. “Yeah? You’re gonna let me do yours too, right?”

“I- I dunno.” It seemed valid to be slightly taken aback by his sudden enthusiasm for such an activity. It felt strange for him to even want his nails painted, even more so for him to want to do the work to paint yours.

“Oh come on, it’s only fair!”

He placed the various bottles on the coffee table before sitting on the cushion beside you, never looking away from you so he could further drive his point. Chipping away at your resolve, piece by piece.

You raised an eyebrow at him incredulously. “Sam, have you ever painted someone’s nails before?”

“I painted my sister’s once for a dance,” he said with a shrug, turning so his body was facing you and his legs were tucked under each other. He continued once he noticed your criticism was still intact. “She didn’t ask me to do her nails after that.”

“Then no!” You laughed. “What color do you want?”

His persuasion didn’t stop there. He perused your collection of bright hues and dark shades, finally landing on a light green polish as his choice. “You’ve got to let me at least try!”

You decided to ignore his statement for the chance to poke fun at his selection. You twisted the bottle in your hand, looking at the liquid with judgment. “Snot green? Really?”

He shrugged. “It looks like Sadie.”

Sadie. The neon pothos plant that sat on a table in the corner of the living room, soaking up the morning sun that would peek through the curtains. It was something you came across during a trip to the local farmer’s market. A plant that was so low maintenance but somehow barely hanging on when you first laid eyes on it. Sammy had insisted that you buy it so you both could nurse it back to health, and within minutes, he was carrying it to the car and discussing potential names for the ‘child’ you now parented together.

The color of the polish did match the plant’s leaves almost perfectly, now that you thought about it, but you had never made that comparison before. It didn’t seem like a color one would want on their nails, hence why it was mostly full and barely used.

You shook your head at him while you twisted to face him, mimicking his position as you shook the bottle in your hands.

“What do I do with these buckaroos?” Sam asked, his hands waving around wildly.

You grabbed his hands just as he began to shoot finger guns at you. “Calm down, cowboy,” you said through a laugh. “Just- here.”

Searching for the best placement for his hands, you finally decided to place one on your knee and the other on your ankle. You tried to ignore the fluttering feeling in your stomach from his hands on your bare skin.

“I can’t believe you just referred to your hands as buckaroos,” you teased under your breath.

The taunt earned you a squeeze to your knee from Sam, who knew the tickling sensation would make you giggle. “Don’t act like you’re too cool for me, y/n,” he warned. “You’re the one who spends your Friday nights watching… whatever this is.”

You followed his eyes to the TV screen, focusing just as the characters had just shared a passionate kiss in the snow, its artificiality painfully obvious.

You returned your attention to the task at hand, readying the brush for the first stroke on his nail. “And you’re the one who abandoned your sick party to get your nails done.”

He scoffed, but in the end, he remained silent. And you took that as a win.

Doing someone else’s nails is much different than doing your own. It takes more focus, awareness of the other individual’s movements and tremors, and precision to get the task done just right. But luckily for you, Sammy didn’t squirm as much as you thought he would. He remained perfectly still so you could finish pretty quickly.

When the polish dried - thankfully not too long after you completed it - you smiled at the job well done, glancing up to the boy in front of you to tell him you were finished.

“That’s it? Oh, this should be easy, then.” He lifted his hands to eye level, grinning to himself as he surveyed the results. He leaned over to the other polishes on the table. “What color do you want?”

You shrugged. “Surprise me.”

“In that case-” His decision was quick, and before you knew it, he was smirking at you and brandishing the same bottle of polish you had used on him just moments prior.

“Oh, not the snot, Samuel. You must hate me,” you huffed through a laugh.

“You don’t want to match me and Sadie? It’ll be like we’re one big happy family!” He seemed too excited for his own good, even if you were only half joking about denying him. And who were you to disappoint your best friend?

So you didn’t. You let him continue with the plan he was so enthusiastic about, watching as he eagerly unscrewed the top and got to work.

He had trouble finding the most practical placement of your hands, on top of the logistics of keeping the polish close without it being in the way. He tried to use the same technique as you, but it didn’t seem to be comfortable enough for him. Ultimately, you ended up holding the bottle in the hand not being painted while your other was held in his own.

With the proximity, you allowed yourself to take in the details of the scene. How his eyebrows were furrowed and eyes barely crossed in concentration. How the tip of his tongue would peek from his lips as he swiped the brush near your cuticles, careful to keep it as neat as possible. How his nose would twitch ever so slightly as if that was the only movement he could spare for the time being.

You also noticed some of his long, brunette locks threaten to shift from behind his ear, and you knew he was itching to tuck them back into place. Even his fingers were trembling a little, making you wonder if the task - despite being completely unnecessary - had made him a little more nervous than he let on.

It all would’ve made you giggle to yourself if you weren’t ordered to stay as still as possible.

“Stop staring at me to distract me.”

You tore your gaze from your conjoined hands to glance up at him again. It felt as if you had been caught in a bad lie, although it would be completely normal to ‘stare’ in this scenario.

Smugly, you answered with “I’m not.”

It wasn’t a lie. Maybe you were looking a little too intensely, but you were definitely not doing it to distract him. God forbid your nails actually look as if they were covered in slime.

“Well,” he said after rolling his eyes at you. “Stop it”

That made you giggle. The sense of frustration in his voice that you couldn’t quite find the basis of. He sounded almost like a child telling a bully to leave them alone.

“Do I make you nervous?”

You were mainly joking when you asked the question. Of course you’d like to know if there was even the slightest possibility that you affected him in such a way, but you weren’t brave enough to ask without the sarcasm.

But there was something about it that made him pause, the hesitation barely noticeable as he quickly returned to his duties.

“You wish,” he mumbled. “I just can’t concentrate when you look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Shh,” he cut you off with a swat to your thigh, his own giggles filling the space. “You’re moving too much.”

You glared at him with a halfhearted pout, frustrated at his impeccable ability to change the subject so quickly. Deciding you’d lean into the childish act, you pointedly closed your eyes. “I just won’t look at you at all.”

Maybe you were being a little juvenile, but where’s the fun in maturity?

It would’ve been within his rights to get annoyed with you, but instead, you could sense Sam’s head shaking in feigned disapproval. His voice was almost fond as he chastised you. “You are infuriating.”

Eventually, after a few beats of silence between you both, you felt him twist the cap back into the bottle and remove it from your hand. You waited until after you heard the soft clink of the glass being set back on the coffee table. Deciding he had probably had enough of your act, you peeked open your eyes, chancing to stand down and let him win whatever game you were playing.

What you didn’t expect was to see his lips pursed and approaching your fingers he still held in his hand. You felt your stomach twist into a knot of anticipation and nerves, but it immediately loosened with the realization of what he was actually doing.

Sam blew a cool stream of air on your nails, drying the wet polish more efficiently. The sensation made you giggle softly to yourself, relief bubbling from you.

He paused his actions upon hearing the noise. “What?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but once his lips returned to his previous action, you dissolved into another fit of giggles.

“Y/n, what is so funny?”

“It’s stupid, really,” you squeaked in between laughs, shaking your head in an effort to compose yourself and dissuade his interest in your hysterics. Seeing his raised eyebrow, though, proved you were unsuccessful. “I just- it looked like you were gonna kiss my hand, with the way you had your… nevermind. Just forget it.”

Although you started your explanation with confidence, seeing his expression turn from confusion into something more devious made you second-guess yourself. If anything, you expected him to laugh it off and continue what he was doing. You did not expect him to look almost… curious.

It was as if you had taken him by surprise, but his initial shock had mixed with intrigue. His mouth opened, but closed to form a knowing smirk before huffing a laugh. “If you wanted me to kiss your hand, you could’ve just asked.”

Although you tried to remain unphased by his words, the teasing quality of them made your cheeks flame. “And why would I want that?”

A simple shrug was all you received as an answer before he resumed the task, looking up at you with coy eyes and feigned innocence while air fanned over your fingertips. You noted that his lips were significantly closer to your hands now.

Attempting to regain your footing, you tried to come up with a quip of your own. “I think you’re projecting,” you accused with a humorless laugh.

He rewarded you with an eye roll, a reaction you were hoping for. You hoped he would leave it at that, move on from the subject so you could have the last word. Instead, he added, “Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it before.”

“About what?”

He chuckled. “About kissing me.”

You could only manage to scoff at him, in utter disbelief at where this conversation had gone. It was supposed to be a joke, just something else for you to share a laugh about. But now, he seemed completely serious. But he couldn’t be, could he? Not about something that would cross every unspoken boundary of your friendship.

And even if he was serious, you’d still never tell him the truth. You’d never tell him that yes you have thought about it, plenty of times. And you’d certainly never tell him that your thoughts have traveled further than just a simple kiss. Not about how convenient it would be to slip into his room when you’re lonely and searching for affection at night. How easy it would be to ease into a routine of spending countless nights cuddled up together, whispering sweet nothings and nuzzling into each other as you leave kisses across whatever skin you had access to.

He was just your best friend, but living in the same residence had only given you a taste of domesticity with him. The resistance to acknowledge your attraction was only made worse when you saw him with messy hair from a good night’s rest or bare-chested after his showers. His charm was inescapable now that he was almost always around you, but his natural flirtiness always made you question if you should try to escape. Or if you should consider leaning into the feelings that were brewing for him.

Of course, in an act of self-preservation, you made yourself avoid and ignore any pining you had ever experienced for him.

But you would never tell him any of that.

“Would it help you admit it if I told you I’ve thought about it?” The question broke the silence that had unintentionally settled between you. He could tell that you were thinking about something, and he liked the thought that he was the cause of your contemplation. You didn’t want to give him that satisfaction, though.

Once again, you tried to laugh it off. To stall and push another joke to escape the situation you had somehow gotten yourself into. “Of course, you’d think about kissing yourself, you egomaniac.”

For a moment, you thought you won, taking his laughter as a good sign. But you should’ve known better. “No, doofus. Kissing you.”

And just like that, the breath was stolen from your lungs. You couldn’t laugh anymore. You couldn’t roll your eyes. You couldn’t run from this. Not anymore.

Of course, you knew what he meant as soon as he said it, but something in you wanted to deny it and continue with your avoidance. But with it in the open, obvious and crystal clear, there was nothing left for you to do but face it.

“I’ve thought about it since the first day in Comms,” he started again, this time a little more hesitant and cautious.

The mention of the communications class almost made you wince - an introductory public speaking course that was required for all students to take. You dreaded signing up for it, and your hatred for public speaking persisted even after you passed with flying colors. But luckily for you, something good had come out of that class, other than a boosted GPA.

It was how you met Sammy, after all. Paired together for a collaborative project, you both bonded over your disdain for the class. As opposed to you, though, he actually seemed to have confidence when he’d present.

“You’d always chew on your bottom lip before it was your time to speak. That’s how I knew you were nervous,” he continued. The mention of your anxious habits made you realize you were currently doing exactly what he was speaking of: biting at your lip to quell the nerves. “You were nervous, but it was like you owned the room, when you got up there. Your passion was… unmatched.”

He seemed to be talking to himself as he reminisced, marveling at something you had never noticed about yourself. You saw him look down at your fingers that he still held in his hands, the nail polish surely dried by now. He had no reason for his grasp to persist, but he continued for the sake of fidgeting and toying with your hand as if it were natural to him. He huffed a laugh before he resumed.

“We were always assigned stupid topics, but even then, I couldn’t look away. And when I tried to focus and pay attention to the content you were talking about, I’d always get distracted looking at your lips… So yeah, I’ve thought about it a bit.” He spoke quietly, another breath of nervous laughter to punctuate. He chanced a look back at you, softening as he saw your watchful eyes on him. “You’re blushing, and that makes me think about it even more.”

It wasn’t until he pointed it out that you realized your cheeks were warmer than usual. You tore your eyes away from him and back down to his fingers.

He was right. Hearing his admission made you want to concede as well. And a deep breath was all you had to take before you muttered your own confession. “...I’ve thought about it too.”

“Will you let me then?” He didn’t miss a beat, seemingly eager to get the question out.

“Sammy…”

“Just once? Just to satisfy our curiosity?” His hands gripped tighter to yours, now completely holding onto them as if they were his lifeline. “And if you don’t like it, we don’t have to talk about this ever again. It’ll be like it never happened.

The sheer anticipation that was building in his voice made it obvious that he was being genuine, that he truly wanted this. But you still hesitated.

If something happened during the kiss, if he realized he didn’t like it as much as he expected, you’d still have to deal with the consequences. You may not talk about it, like he promised, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t bother him. As tempting as the offer was, you didn’t want to risk your friendship for a moment’s worth of satisfaction.

But it wasn’t that likely with a single kiss, right?

“...Just once,” you finally settled, speaking before you realized your mouth was even open.

You expected him to jump on the opportunity as soon as you gave him your consent, hungry and desperate to avoid you going back on your word. But instead, he was gentle, cautious in how he approached you.

He held a grin as he placed his hands on your cheeks, the skin of his palms somewhat clammy from being in contact with yours for so long. You watched with bated breath as he inched closer to you, trying to give you plenty of time to back out. But once he realized that you wouldn’t, he let go of all reserves.

Kissing him was a little different than you had expected. You imagined stiff and awkward, unnatural and abnormal. You imagined your lips as puzzle pieces of the same cut, destined to be in each other’s company but not necessarily made for one another. You imagined feeling icky and wrong before, during, and after the kiss ensued.

But this… this was unlike anything you could’ve possibly prepared for. This was easy. This was comfortable.

Out of your fair share of kisses, this was undeniably your favorite. And out of all of the ‘first’ kisses with anyone, you knew they could never compare to this.

It felt as if you melted into Sammy’s mouth, instantly falling under a spell that caused you to dissolve into nothingness. He wasn’t forceful in his approach, he didn’t try to take over, he didn’t proceed in a manner to coax more from you. He simply kissed you to revel in the moment. Just for the sake of kissing.

But just like all good moments, it came to an end much too quickly. The separation felt forced, as if he was reluctant to pull away from you. Which might have been why he didn’t put too much space between you when your lips disconnected. His hands fell from your face, landing to rest on your knees, but you were still mere inches from one another.

“Good?” He mumbled.

All you could do was nod, much too entranced in all things him. How he smelled, how his hands felt on you, how he kept shifting his gaze from your eyes to your lips.

He was holding back, trying to keep his promise of “just one kiss.” It was obvious to you that he didn’t want to overstep, that he was trying to follow your lead. But that kiss had sparked an overwhelming desire within you both, and you simply did not have as much restraint as he. All it took was one more fleeting glance at your lips before you found yourself leaning in to meet his again.

This time, you could feel his smile, the remainder of a laugh huffing from his nostrils. He seemed to find amusement in your desperation.

Although you quickly felt yourself falling into another daze, you were hyper-focused on Sam’s hands. Their placement. The way they had involuntarily twitched as soon as you kissed him again. How they had started to move up your thighs. How the tips of his fingers brushed under the fabric of your pajama shorts as they traveled upward and kneaded your skin. It wasn’t long before they found your hips and tugged.

You were in his lap before you knew it, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as you tried to balance the push and pull of the kiss that immediately deepened. A gentle nip to your bottom lip caused a soft moan to tremble from you, making him chuckle and pull away again.

“Don’t get too carried away,” he mumbled against your lips, rushing to place additional pecks on the corner of your mouth.

You tried to match the sarcasm evident in his tone. “No, I’d never.”

“What happened to just one?”

“I’d ask the same to you- oh.” His lips had managed to travel down your neck, and a bite to your collarbone had led to your quip drawing out into a whine.

Kisses turned into lips lazily dragging across skin, soft grunts turned to deep, ragged pants. He was letting you take what you wanted from him, what you needed. He didn’t mind that you were unabashedly whimpering into his neck, he didn’t even poke fun at how your hunger had caused your hips to grind against him. It only spurred him on that much more.

His head tipped back as he let out a groan, muttering a simple “Christ...” as if he were begging the deity to give him strength.

You didn’t imagine God would be too happy with the acts being committed, if he were looking down on you right now, but Sammy’s plea seemed to work. His hands stilled your hips as he shifted, and promptly, you were lying on your back with him hovering over you.

You were feeling bold, and sure in your actions. So when his fingertips graced the bare skin that resided under the hem of your shirt, you let him remove it from you. But when he bent to kiss you again, you felt the cool metal of his necklace against your chest, and you soon felt much too exposed.

He felt your body stiffen, and he immediately ceased his actions. “Y/n, what-” he stopped his question as soon as he broke away from you. You had covered yourself and shielded away from his gaze, making him realize just what had caused your apprehension. “Don’t do that. Let me see you.”

Your wrists were bound in his hand and pinned into the cushion above you, a quick move that made you gasp and blush a deeper shade. His pupils were dilated, stare as stoney as ever while he admired you. There wasn’t a hint of disappointment in his expression, but the attention made you more nervous than anything. Your only refuge was to hide your face in the pillows cushioning the back of the couch.

But, of course, he didn’t allow that. After a sound of disapproval, you were pulled into another deep kiss. One that left you dizzy after he pulled away.

“Stop hiding from me, okay?” He spoke softly in your ear, careful to not sound too demanding or harsh. “It’s just you and me right now. You’re okay.”

You sighed as he pressed a chaste kiss to your temple, the hand not serving as your restraint moving back down your body to hitch one of your legs onto his hip. “Friends don’t do this, Sammy. I don’t want to lose you.”

You felt silly to be worried about such a thing when it all seemed to be one-sided, but the thought of losing him after a spur-of-the-moment decision made your stomach twist. It wouldn’t be worth it to you.

Without hesitation, he pulled away both of his hands from their previous jobs, letting them rest on your face to caress your cheeks.

“You’d have to be more than stupid to think you’re gonna lose me after this,” he assured, letting his eyes rake across your features with sincerity. His thumb swiped across your bottom lip just as he added, “And to think that we’re just friends.”

With his confession from earlier still hanging in the air, you shouldn’t have been as stunned by his words as you were. You wanted to believe him, but there was still uncertainty behind the thin line you so desperately wanted to cross. You could feel yourself falling deeper and deeper into the worries that clouded your mind-

Hey-” he interrupted your mental anguish, waiting until he had your full attention and eyes on him. “Do you want me?”

You sighed, hoping to let go of the nerves that plagued you. “You know I do.”

Sammy smiled at the admission, seemingly more pleased now that you had said the words out loud. “Then you have me. In every way, baby. I’m yours.”

Yours. There was something so intimate about the statement, him placing himself in your possession. The knowledge that you would exist in his world, even when you were apart. It was more than you could ask for, yet everything you wanted.

The desire bloomed within you, and soon, you were no longer anxious to be displayed in front of him. Your fingers desperately clawed into the front of his shirt, pulling him back down to meet your lips again. It only took one tug at its hem to encourage its removal.

You sucked in a gasp at the feeling of his bare chest pressed against yours, a noise quickly swallowed down by the man hovering above you.

He seemed to be making up for lost time, each kiss telling a tale of its own and bringing you closer to him. Eventually, his lips traveled to graze the shell of your ear.

“What do you want?”

You sighed, the warm air against you sending shivers down your spine as you answered. “Your mouth.”

Without hesitation, he shifted and repositioned himself between your legs. His fingers looped under the band of your sleep shorts and panties, and after receiving a silent nod from you, he worked them both down your legs. His nose crinkled with a snicker, amused by your wiggling attempts to help him remove the garments. He tossed them to the floor and placed a gentle kiss to your navel as he moved to lay on his stomach.

The first flick of his tongue was languid, slow as if he were savoring the taste of you on his tongue. But soon enough, he found his footing and increased his intensity rather than speed.

You must’ve cried out at the feeling. Sam’s eyes had flickered up to you, peering through his lashes while he worked between your thighs. You were already lost in the haze of pleasure he was sharing with you. His wide, lust-filled eyes looking at you in awe, his hands splayed around your thighs and holding you steady, his perfectly sculpted nose dipping in and out of sight as the tip grazed against your clit. It was something you’d always imagined, but never believed would be right before you.

Your hand had traveled to his hair at some point, unbeknownst to you. Every tug causing a low hum to rumble from his stomach and against your skin, drawing you closer and closer each time.

You could feel it. The crest of the horizon in sight and in reach. But just as you were about to chase it, your fingers tightening in his hair, he pulled away with a lewd pop. The sound was soft, but audible enough to make your cheeks warm. Your frustration quickly surpassed any feelings of embarrassment.

Your head had been tipped back, and in the process of snapping your gaze back to him - ready to whine about his teasing - his lips crashed into yours again.

You couldn’t help but moan at the taste on his lips, a concoction that had only become more sinful as he savored you.

He was distracted, his mind drifting somewhere else while he kissed you. You could feel movement, as if he were rummaging through a crowded drawer for a specific item. The nerves that you had successfully shoved away stormed back to you, filling you with worry all over again. You gently broke away from the kiss, desperate to see what had occupied him so suddenly.

His hand was out of sight, in the pocket of his denim jacket that had been tossed haphazardly across the back of the couch. You heard the crinkle of a foil wrapper, and soon enough, he removed a small square package from the jacket.

The sight of the condom made your cheeks flush and your throat tighten, but you weren’t exactly sure why. It only took a few weeks of living with Sam to know all you needed to about his sexual habits. It made sense for him to bring a condom to a college party. But that didn’t stop the pang of jealousy in the pit of your stomach from the thought of his hands on someone else. He had never expected that you’d be the one under him tonight.

“You okay?”

His voice brought you out of the envy-induced haze you were in. You met his eyes, carefully studying you to make sure he hadn’t already messed up what had barely even started. You looked past your doubts and nodded in response, reaching for him to give you the condom.

He trusted you to tell him if something was wrong, but he gave a look of warning before handing the condom over to you. You knew he was not going to let this go, but you were thankful that he pushed it under the rug for now. You were much too embarrassed to discuss it now.

Sam was already working on unbuttoning his pants by the time you looked at the foil package in your hands.

“Didn't think you’d be a Magnum kinda guy,” you taunted under your breath, hoping to bring a sense of lightheartedness to the situation.

Instead, his hand was wrapped around your wrist in an instant, the sudden movement making you let out a noise of surprise. He pulled your hand away from its task and positioned it so the thin layer of his briefs was the only thing between him and your palm.

The thought made you shiver, but your cheeks burned from your previous taunt.

“Oh…”

He smirked at you, only a little proud of himself for making you discount your teasing. But through the smugness, you could sense a hint of bashfulness. And an attempt to remain humble through the ego boost you provided him.

You fiddled with the package as soon as you were released from his grasp, making quick work of tearing it open and retrieving its contents. By the time you finished, he had removed the remaining articles of his clothing.

You didn’t look up at him, and you tried to not hesitate to take him in your hand.

You relished in the way his silken skin felt against yours as you slowly began to roll the condom down his length. A soft moan escaped him, a sound of sheer disbelief and utter pleasure. His stare was unwavering, watching your every move. But once you tilted your head to look at him, he was already in the motion of leaning to kiss you again.

He used it as a chance to lay you back down and get you comfortable, using one of his arms to hold himself up and hover over you.

“Please let me know if something needs to change or if you want to stop, okay?” He panted, resting his forehead against yours. “I can’t stand the thought of hurting you.”

A loving smile crept on your lips as you nodded to him, giving a quick kiss to his cheek as affirmation.

He didn’t pull away to align himself with you. Instead, his cheek was pressed against yours as he slipped inside you, a low groan rumbling right at the shell of your ear.

At some point, your hands had wrapped around his forearms as a way to ground yourself. Your loosening grip was the only signal he needed before he began a slow, steady pace.

You tried to focus on the feeling of it all – the way his hips rolled against yours, the delicious tension that each thrust added, the grunts that would slip from his parted lips. But you couldn’t get past the simple fact that this was really happening. After all this time of imagining yourself with him, it was real. And it was so much better than you could’ve fantasized.

Your arms wrapped around him, holding him as close as possible and praying that he wouldn’t disappear. As if he were promising that he wouldn’t, he nuzzled further into your neck. The intoxicating drag of his lips against your skin made you whine, digging your nails into his back as if it were a reflex.

Sam sucked in a breath at the feeling, but before you could worry that you had hurt him, you heard a chuckle.

“Easy, baby,” he warned with a smile, pulling away just enough to look you in the eyes. His had already flickered down to your lips before he continued. “Don’t wanna mess up your nails.”

It amazed you how easily he was able to bring you back down. Even in this situation, he grounded you and reminded you that he was your best friend. And all it took was a wink and a bit of banter.

He grasped the back of your knee, hitching it to his side and pushing even deeper into you. The new angle successfully drawing a mewl from you and pulling you out of your romanticized thoughts.

A hum of satisfaction shook from him, almost sounding like a hungry growl as his smirk widened. “Right there? Is that where my pretty girl likes it?”

Everything about the question flustered you, the phrasing, the pet name, the tone. You were nodding your head before you even realized you were responding.

“Just like that, yeah?” He continued. “Fuck…you feel so good.”

If it wasn’t for his pace faltering and his stumbling over his words, he might’ve been able to hide the fact that he was already close. Not that you wanted him to hide it, of course. Seeing him like this was everything you had wanted and more.

Sammy released the grip he had on your leg, his hand soon disappearing between you two. His thumb circled your clit with fervent hunger, as if he were desperate to see you writhe under him. The action made you cry out, his name slipping from your parted lips as a soft whimper.

“Shhh…I know, baby,” he reassured. He smoothed a hand across your cheekbone to wipe a stray tear before it could fall. “God, you look- so fucking gorgeous.”

He was speaking out loud now, voicing each of his thoughts as a way to bring himself closer. He wasn’t looking for a response, but the sentence rang through your ears the entire time he was above you.

The sound of each quickening thrust, the way his forearm tensed while he touched you, his hair shifting with every movement and deep breath. It all fueled the fire in your abdomen, and soon enough, you felt your muscles tighten.

He talked you through your orgasm with filthy words and sultry praise, coaxing you to give in to the pleasure and enjoy it for what it’s worth. His own climax cut off his encouragement, though, and with a huff, his head dropped as the pleasure overtook him. His body trembled with each remaining thrust, and as much as you wished you could watch him at his peak, your eyes were squeezed shut.

It took a while for you to come down from your highs, but eventually, his hips had stilled, and you had no choice but to be reined back in. You could hear that his breathing matched yours - deep, quivering breaths that shook throughout your bodies.

When you opened your eyes, you saw him smirking down at you, a cocky smile that was still kind and gentle in its own way. His free hand had settled on your thigh, his thumb sweeping across the skin to bring you back to him.

His chest was still heaving, and you could see stray marks up and down his torso and arms from you unknowingly clawing at him. Past the hints of your embarrassment, you sensed a feeling of pride. Seeing him above you, with marks that you made. It was as if you staked a claim on him, a mark of unspoken territory.

He was yours. No one else’s.

The thought made your smile widen.

Sammy chuckled at you, bending down to place a kiss on your jaw. “What’s all that for?”

With a laugh, you shook your head, not wanting to give him the benefit of knowing what was going on in your mind.

His teeth grazed against your neck before he began to leave sloppy kisses on your jugular. He only paused briefly to pull out from you, muttering a quick curse under his breath and returning his lips to your skin.

Your fingers had found their way back to his hair, playing with the locks of brunette while his kisses covered every inch of your neck.

As he reached the shell of your ear, he rasped a whisper. “Can I stay with you tonight?”

The question made your heart skip, but instead of letting it show, you grinned at him. “You already live here, Sammy.”

He pulled away from you, lightly slapping your thigh. “Don’t give me that, you know what I mean.”

“Ohhh, you mean in my room,” you said sarcastically, giggling as he rolled his eyes. You waited until his eyebrows raised expectantly before you stopped playing coy. “After you shower. You stink.”

He faked a frown at you before his smile broke through, laughing at your teasing. “If I’m taking a shower, you’re coming with me.”

He had already begun shuffling off the couch so he could stand. You instinctively crossed your arms over your chest, partially to cover yourself, but also to keep up the act that you had going.

“Why do I have to come shower with you?”

For a moment, he looked puzzled, almost as if he believed that you didn’t want to follow him. “Maybe 'cause I’ll miss you if you don’t.”

It was meant to be a joke, but you could see in his eyes that deep down, he really meant it. You were going to go with him anyways, but hearing his excuse made you blush.

“Sammy…” you paused, searching for the right response for something so silly. It was a small phrase, but you could sense the immense amount of truth behind it. “You’re so…soft.”

He smiled down at you, annoyed but enamored by your playfulness. “Anddd you’re done,” he warned, grabbing your wrist to pull you off the couch to your feet. “Come on, up you go.”

“Easy baby,” you mocked, repeating his words from earlier. You were in a fit of giggles as he tugged you to the bathroom. “Don’t wanna mess up your nails.”

Ahead of you, he huffed a sigh. “I hate you.”

“You love me.”

You didn’t have to see him to know that he rolled his eyes at you again. He stopped in front of the bathroom door and opened it, placing a gentle hand on your back to usher you inside. “Yeah…I do.”

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satoruschapstic · 1 year

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Hi! May I make a request? jjk or tokrev boys and how they sleep, like in what clothes they sleep or their sleep habits smth like that

Thank you in advance 🤍

a/n: heyy, thank you so much for your request! idk if that's really what you wanted to see but i tried lol, hope you like it <3 i also included both jjk and tokrev cause why not

🌃WHAT THEY SLEEP IN HEADCANONS🌃

characters: satoru, suguru, kento, megumi, ran, rindou, draken, takashi

content: fluff, kisses, nudity

SATORU GOJO

okay lemme just say that this child sleeps in the weirdest pjs you've ever seen. and by the weirdest i mean whichever design comes to your mind when you think about kids pajamas. trucks? he has one. dinosaurs? tons of them in his closet. pjs of literally every color and every pattern imaginable. giraffes? wait a minute, he needs a moment to find it. oh yeah, here it is. he'll definitely buy you a matching set of pajamas, so you both can lay in bed looking cool af. pls don't make fun of him, he's a man child, so it's forgivable. i am one hundred percent sure that among all the other gifts he'll give you christmas pajamas every year just for the funnies. also wear a super comfy pj with unicorns he bought you, when he's feeling down and he'll start smiling brightly in a matter of seconds cause you're just too cute. you both will spend the evening cuddling on your king-size bed with you trying to watch a movie and him trying to count all the unicorns on your shirt and announcing every number way too loud. good luck with your movie.

SUGURU GETO

i headcanon that geto sleeps naked periodt. it's important to him that there's nothing inbetween, only his body pressed against the sheets, he's laying on, or you pressed against his bare chest. nothing less, nothing more. also i think he is of the opinion that his body should breathe and not be buried under the clothes. i mean imagine the view you'd have when you get out of the shower in the morning after the steamy night with a man of your wet dreams aka suguru geto. he's lying on his stomach, strong arms around a pillow. he's not wearing a single piece of clothing, you can see every muscle of his back, every mole on his skin every single detail you wanted to see so badly before. only his butt is half-covered with a piece of blanket, leaving a little room for your imagination. you better hurry up and go back to bed asap preferably without any clothes as well. the man doesn't like not having you by his side, cause he loves the sight of you just as much as you do if not more.

KENTO NANAMI

here he is. the man of my personal dreams. i truly believe that kento sleeps just in a plain white t-shirts and a pair of comfy checkered slacks. and he looks so goddamn good in it. idk about you but when i think about him laying in bed looking like this, wearing glasses, while reading a book AND WITH HIS HAIR BEING STILL A BIT DAMP AFTER THE SHOWER, I'M TURNING INTO A MESS. anyways i do think he prefers something cozy and not too tight to sleep in but if you spent the night doing what i wish i had a chance to do with him, he'd sleep half naked cause he loves the feeling of your hot skin on his bare chest and under his fingertips. he's gonna whisper sweet silly things into your ear till you fall asleep smiling toothy and then he won't even notice the moment he drifts off to sleep with you in his arms. don't be so naïve to believe that you can leave your bed that easy in the morning, he'll pull you back right in, saying it'll take only 5 minutes but you both end up getting late. he hates working overtime, but he never said anything about being late yk.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

megumi imo sleeps in baggy clothes like a long sleeve shirt and a pair of pants. nothing too bright, only discreet colors cause low-key the man is kind of a goth okay. his sheets are always clean and soft like clouds. you always wonder what kind of detergent he uses cause they smell good as well. and the way he smells oh my, do nuzzle into his neck while you're chilling in your bed together. it'll send tons of goosebumps down his spine and his cheeks will turn into subtle shade of pink and it's so worth it. he'll grumble something quietly about it being ticklish but don't believe him he won't trade the feeling for anything in the world. i also think he likes to sleep on his side, hugging you from behind and holding tight to his chest. he can hold your hand and play with your fingers cause it just feels like the right thing to do before falling asleep?? despite his grumpy demeanor, he always smiles when he's with you, he's too bad at hiding it. expect some kisses all over your neck and shoulders when you're facing away from him, cause he just can't help it.

RAN HAITANI

oh this man of class right here, let's forget his background for a sec and focus on bonten!ran, shall we? he sleeps totally naked, graciously whirling around on his expensive silk sheets, it's a canon for me. spacious bedroom, dim lights, king-sized bed too big to sleep there alone. that's why the first thing you see when you enter his bedroom is his shit eating grin plastered on his ridiculously handsome face while he pats the spot next to him on the bed. the moment your body touches the smooth sheets you're already caged in his strong arms. you won't get away without tons of marks all over your silky skin. he'd try and get rid of your nightgown, cause skin to skin contact is supreme. give in to him, you won't regret it. the atmosphere is intimate and welcoming but it doesn't mean he's not prepared for the unexpected. his beloved baton is somewhere under the bed, just in case.

RINDOU HAITANI

rin crosses the threshold of your shared bedroom, pulling his T-shirt over his head, leaving him in baggy pants that hang loosely on his hips. try to take your eyes off his torso and his tattoo covering half of his body. hyperventilating? i'm calling the ambulance. he carefully puts his glasses on the nightstand and takes his place on the bed next to you. he may seem intimidating at times with all these seriousness imprinted on his face but he's so goofy. he'll wrap you in a blanket so you look like a burrito and cover your face with kisses while you giggle and beg him to let go off you. he won't. as revenge, sneak into the shower while he's relaxing there after work and turn on the cold water. the sound is the delight for the ears. no one has ever reached such a high note, believe me.

DRAKEN

the man sleeps only in his underwear, cause it's cool and comfy he said it to me himself. i think he usually sleeps on his side facing you, his hand wrapped loosely around your waist. go ahead and rub the back of his head, ghost your fingers on the lines of his head tattoos and you'll hear quiet sounds of contentment coming out of his mouth. i also believe that draken LOVES watching sunsets with you, so you both are going to bed after midnight. he's always down for nighttime walks, when the city sinks into silence and darkness. your fingers are intertwined, and he looks at you furtively, smiling. he won't pass up a chance to wander into an alley to steal a few kisses from you. there's no need to be afraid to go out at night when you have a guy like that. lucky you.

TAKASHI MITSUYA

he sleeps in something he sewed for himself. something soft, warm, and a bit too big for him, yet trendy. be his model and he'll make you the best pajamas or nightgown you've ever seen. mitsuya has at least three pillows on his bed and the softness of them is incomparable. the sheets are always fresh and clean and the bed is carefully made. i like to think he's the kind of person who brings you breakfast in bed and watches you sleep softly removing strands of hair from your face and caressing your cheek. i don't know he's just so sweet and caring so pls don't leave his side and try to sleep on the couch after the argument. he's gonna suffer on the floor next to your sleeping figure and trying to at least hold your hand.

reblogs are very much appreciated <3

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akutails · 2 years

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CONFESSING TO THEIR CRUSH. - dazai osamu & edogawa ranpo

✁dazai & ranpo and their silly attempts to confess their love for u <3 repost from @[yatsugareboyf]

┊❛ dazai osamu ❜┊

he flirts all the damn time

so you never know if he’s gonna take u seriously bcs w EVERY WOMAN THAT COMES IN THE DOOR HES LIKE

“my belladonna, do you want to accompany me in the world’s most beautiful double suicide?”

yeah. no

when he has a crush, he really wants to act like it doesn’t bother him or he acts like he’s smitten with any other woman

BUT HE’S NOT- he’s whipped and he doesn’t know how to contain it

visibly tries to flirt w other women while ur there (not to get u jealous but so he can get his mind off of the fact that you’re right there)

don’t get me wrong he flirts with you too and it annoys the fuck out of kunikida

“y/n! you’re back! i’m sure you’re tired, lovely, so let’s go sleep together forever-”

“dazai u fucking menace-”

i feel like he doesn’t do the “big event confession thing” it's more of a gradual thing?

he’ll definitely ask u out on a date, but makes it seem like it's just any other day type of date so u agree

but he invites you to so many more dates

which makes u go like “are these dates dates or just friend dates?”

then he smiles “what do you want them to be, hm?”

“huh?” you reply, squinting at dazai, who’s currently seated in front of you at a small cafe you both frequent.

“well,” he starts, taking your hand and placing it on top of his while the other runs its thumb across your knuckles, and you think it’s another stupid invitation at a double suicide, “i’ve been asking you on dates and you’ve been agreeing, so i guess these are dates?”

he’s been asking you out to dates? was this his plan all along? to make you feel like you’re the one who needs to confess to him when really he’s dying to confess to you but doesn’t want to be the first to talk in fear of rejection?

or maybe he just wants to poke fun at you for liking him back.

“i… i guess they are.”

“we’re dating! you’re so sneaky, my love, not knowing we’re dating even if you were the one to agree to it.”

“i thought it was a friend date!”

┊❛ edogawa ranpo ❜┊

there’s only two ways i see ranpo acting when he has a crush

one, he’s overly proud and boasting of his charms when his crush is around and is isnt against showing off for their approval

two, he’s embarrassed and flustered and cant even show off even if he wants to because he doesn’t want to embarrass himself in front of you. he’s quiet and weirdly normal

either way, he doesn’t want to be the one who confesses. sorry man he can’t do it

well, not that he can’t do it, he just doesn’t want to

why would HE have to confess his love when YOU can do it? i mean, he is the greatest detective of all time, who wouldn’t have a crush on him?

if u do like him, then u must be damn good at hiding it because he doesn’t know

or he doesn’t want to know, because he’s scared of knowing the truth (that maybe u just dont like him like that yknow?)

so he just stares at you when he can, but when u look at his direction and ask him what’s wrong, he pretends to be lost in thought and only coincidentally faced your way 😭🙏

he’ll be very frustrated tho, because he wants to talk to u and say that ure cute and he wants you to say that hes cute and idk

hold ur hand?? let him sit on ur lap?? all those stuff

he can’t do that when u think he’s just a friend :((

so he just does it in the most subtle way he can

“y/n!”

you look over to ranpo, whos gesturing you to sit beside him at his desk.

“hm? what is it?”

he opens up a drawer that holds all of his candy bars and sweets that have varying colors in neon and pastel, pulling out a few of them then closing it shut. he lays them in front of you then returns to his video game.

“those are for you.”

you were hesitant to receive the candy bars, but you saw the packaging and smiled. they were sweethearts and chocolate bars.

╰─▸ ❝ @[akutails]'s work is not open to reposts, plagiarism, and the likes. (09/22/22). taglist: @sips-tea-cutely, @njisano, @atsucafe.

#bsd #bsd x reader #✎-love letters #bsd fluff #bsd dazai #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd imagines #dazai imagines #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #ranpo x reader #edogawa ranpo x reader #bsd edogawa rampo #rampo x reader #bsd ranpo

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jksprincess10 · 1 year

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The neighbor’s daughter 5.Trust

A/N: Thank you all for your patience with this series. I’m planning on writing two more chapters.

Summary: As your trip back to New York creeps closer and closer, your trust issues come to light.

CW: angst, trust issues, talk about cheating, petnames.

Catch up on chapters:

part 1: Home, sweet home♡ ☁

part 2: Pool party ♡ ☁

part 3: Hello again ♡ ☁ ϟ

part 4: She knows ♡ ☁ ϟ

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“I love you too, hun’.”

You smiled at Joel’s words and disappeared in the bathroom.

Knowing you’d soon be flying back to New York for your semester, you tried to spend every moment possible with your boyfriend. You’d go out, you’d sleep at his place, but you had to face reality: Joel was way busier than you. He was working full time, and he had a daughter to take care of. Meanwhile… you had your whole days to think about your future when you weren’t spending time with your dad.

The contrast between your life and Joel’s couldn’t be more evident when you were laying in your childhood bedroom, filled with bright colors and posters of artists that you fangirled over the years, while your boyfriend was sweating his ass off at work.

To say you were scared was an understatement. You didn’t talk about how you’d make it work. Truthfully… you feared getting hurt again and wanted to run away. If Chad had cheated on you while you were living on the same campus, what would keep Joel from doing the same thing while you were in another state?

To put your mind off things, you accompanied your dad to run some errands.

When you got back home, you saw Joel waiting in his pickup truck in his driveway. You got out of your dad’s car and went up to your boyfriend’s, standing in front of his door. When he saw you, he opened his window. You put your hand against the door to support yourself while you stole him a kiss.

“Hey hun’, gonna bring Sarah to a friend’s. You wanna spend time together?”

“I’ll meet you after dinner with dad, how does that sound? I… really needed to talk to you.”

“Sure baby, everything okay?”

“Y-yes ! Don’t worry.” You lied nervously.

He was going to ask you questions, but Sarah got out of the house. She waved at you with a smile.

“Have fun at your friend’s, ‘Rah!” You said as you backed away from Joel’s pickup and watch them leave.

“Is everything okay, sweet pea? Did anything happen?” Asked your dad while you two were eating. Well, you were mostly poking at your food.

“Yeah, just not really hungry. I’ll leave the rest in the fridge for later.”

Your dad didn’t believe you, but he knew you’d talk to him when you were ready. Besides… your mom was better with words. She always knew what to say when you were upset… but she was gone. You got up and emptied the content of your plate in a plastic container for later.

“Gonna be at Joel’s, if you need me, dad.” You said as you got your shoes. “I’ll probably be back for the night, we just need to have a quick talk.”

“Okay, love you sweet pea.”

“Love you too, dad.” You closed the door behind you and walked to Joel’s house.

Your lover opened the door almost instantly when you knocked on it. He was probably waiting for you like a puppy waiting for his owner. He pulled you in for a hug, and let you come in.

“I… won’t be long, I’m not feeling well.” You kicked off your shoes and went to the familiar living room, where you sat on the couch.

“Did you get your period? Sarah doesn’t feel well when she gets them…I can take care of you, y’know…”

“No, that’s not it.”

You felt his weight on the couch, and his arm brought you closer.

“I think it’s better not…” You looked up at him, and he saw how serious you were. He gave you more space and looked at you uncomfortably.

“What’s wrong, hun?”

“I… don’t know if it’s a good idea anymore. I mean… us.” You saw Joel’s fingers tighten against the thick material of his jeans. “I’m leaving, you’ll probably want to move on…”

“Don’t assume what I want.”

“Joel, I know you can find someone better. And who says you won’t while you’re still with me?”

“Wait… are you saying I’m gonna cheat on you?”

His words made you bow your head in regret. You didn’t talk and let him flow on his wave of anger.

“I thought you said that older men are more mature. That’s what you bragged about in front of Chad, anyway.” He got up and looked down at you. “Do you really think I’m anything like your ex?”

“I’m just scared, Joel. I… need space to think about it.”

“I’m serious about us. You met my daughter… she sees you as her stepmom. Kind of fucked up that you want to back away now.”

You got up, not looking at him.

“But go, have your space. Talk to me when you can trust me.” He added.

“I’m sorry, Joel. I love you, I promise… I just need time. Please.” You looked up at him, tears in your eyes. He also looked hurt, but he didn’t cry in front of you.

He nodded silently and you passed him to put your shoes on. You left the broken man behind you and closed the door.

You spent the rest of the night crying in your bed. Your dad gave you as much space as you needed, but he knew there was something going on between you and Joel. Because, the next day, when Joel came over to work in the backyard, you found an excuse and went out. Your trip back to New York coming soon was a good excuse ; you had some stuff to buy for the next school year.

You got better and better at avoiding Joel, even though he was your neighbor. You managed to ignore him for three days, until you came face to face with him when you got home after hanging out with friends. He was standing in your living room, arms crossed.

“What the fuck are you doing here…” You asked as you put your bag down.

“Waiting for your dad. He got some things for the backyard and offered to wait here.” You were turning around to leave, but he closed the distance between you two and put his hand around your wrist, trapping you inside the home. “Please. Hear me out.”

You turned around, eyes red and filled with tears, and were immediately met with his warm chest. You pushed your nose in the fabric of his shirt as he circled his arms around your waist.

“I can understand why you have trust issues. I’m sorry if I got mad at you.” He said softly.

“I’m sorry for assuming you’d be like my ex…” You looked up at him. “Can we find a way to make this work, Joel?”

His thumb collected the remaining of your salty tears trailing down your cheek.

“We will. We’ll call every night. You’ll visit and we’ll visit. I promise. And when you’re done with school… we can figure out the rest.”

You nodded and smiled softly, your eyes sparkling through the tears.

“Okay. We will.” You repeated his statement to convince yourself, to keep your fear at bay.

Joel leaned down and met your lips with love and delicateness, as if not to rush you. You had missed him, and the simplest of kisses made you eager for more.

You heard the door unlock, so you stepped away with a smile, a promise to meet him later for more.

“Hey dad.”

“Hey sweet pea…” He looked at the two of you for a few seconds, before adding. “I’m glad you found your smile again. Joel, wanna give me a hand?”

“Comin’, old man.” He was heading to the door, but he stopped halfway to look at you. “ Oh, hun’, we’re going to the fun fair in town tomorrow, wanna join? I’m sure Sarah won’t want her old man in the way.”

“I’d love to.” You smiled brightly.

For the occasion, you had put your hair in cute space buns and spread glittery eyeshadow on your eyelids. You wore a tight and colorful dress, with a jean jacket to fight the colder nights. You waited on Joel’s doorstep. He came out with his daughter, who greeted you with a warm hug.

“I’m happy you’re coming! I missed you.”

“Missed you too, ‘Rah.”

When she finally left you, you left a chaste kiss on Joel’s lips and took the time to look at him. His hair was freshly washed, you could tell by the way it was pulled back, and he wore a nice burgundy shirt with jeans. He had a light jacket in his hands, just in case, but he rarely got cold. You liked him dirty after his days of work, but also like this: well put-together and charming.

The three of you jumped in the pickup, excited to get to the fun fair. Sarah sat at the back, while you sat with Joel at the front.

“We just have to pick up two of Sarah’s friends.” Joel said as he backed the car.

“Ohh, so you’re the dad in charge tonight?” You teased.

“Yeah, dad duty.”

“That’s cute.”

You met Sarah’s friends, and they mostly talked amongst themselves. When you finally got to your destination, Joel made sure to repeat the rules to his daughter.

“Call if you need something and don’t use all your money in these rigged games. Be good, girls.”

“Yes dad. Thank you!” Sarah hugged her father, before running to the action with her friends.

You couldn’t help the warm feeling that filled your heart when you saw how Joel took care of his daughter. He noticed the grin on your face as you two walked far behind the girls.

“What’s up with that smile?”

“You’re a good dad.” You shrugged and held his hand as you walked side by side.

When the girls were far away, the two of you stopped to evaluate where to start. The lights of the merry-go-rounds, the soft music that emanated from the carousel and the shouts of the vendors were inviting.

“So… I told the girls not to play too much of those rigged games, but…I’m hoping I can get you something to cuddle with while you’re away.”

“Just get me a boyfriend pillow.”

“Oh god, no… those are creepy as shit. I’ll get you a teddy bear, c’mon, hun’.”

You stood behind him as you watched him play ridiculous games to win a plushie. Maybe it was beginner’s luck, but he did manage to get you a big prize. You chose a pink teddy bear, that was big enough for you to hug. You put the plushie between your back and your mini backpack, securing it there like it was grabbing on to you.

“It’s so cute! Thank you, Joel. I love him.” You stole a kiss from your boyfriend.

“You wanna go on one of the rides?”

“Hmhm, which one?”

“Thinkin’ of a quiet… empty one…” He said against your ear.

Playfully, you pushed him away, hands laid flat on his broad chest.

“I don’t see you for a few days and you’re desperate… How are you gonna survive, Miller?”

“I’m just takin’ advantage while I can.”

“Let’s do a real ride first and go on the Ferris wheel. Please?”

“Fiineeee.” He couldn’t resist your pretty eyes.

The top of the Ferris wheel gave you a perfect view of the city, and the people at the fun fair looked like little figurines. You scooted closer to Joel, who held you close as you two admired the lights in the sky.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #joel miller x yn #joel miller x y/n #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x yn #dbf!joel #dbf!joel miller #dbf ! joel miller

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shimamitsu · 2 months

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i was tagged by @cloudbends to answer 15 questions! thank you vi <3

are you named after anyone? yeah

when was the last time you cried? yesterday i teared up while watching a video, if it counts

do you have kids? nope and i probably never will

do you use sarcasm a lot? yeah my siblings always complain about that lol

what sports do you play? life... and the world is my court 🚬

what’s the first thing you notice about people? idk, i guess their faces bc they're. pretty noticeable

what’s your eye color? brown eyes sweep

scary movies or happy endings? i feel like i'm gonna pass out when i watch horror films so... happy endings!

any special talents? i thought i had one until 5 minutes ago when i tried to do it and i couldn't so no. i don't

where were you born?

what are your hobbies? reading and collecting manga is probably the most important one innit, and when i'm not doing that i'm reading webcomics or books, and when i'm not doing that i'm translating stuff for funsies, and when i'm not doing that i'm sleeping

do you have pets? yep

how tall are you? around 165 cm i think

favorite subject in school? like in high school? it's called 'lengua'. i think english would be the usamerican equivalent

dream job? i don't dream of labor but maybe being a literary translator would be cool (and translating comics or graphic novels!)

am tagging @tomoyoo @lesbianpegbar @majorarcanas @portokali @astral-from-afar @genderqueer-miharu @sylph--co @daychiie <3

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wildemaven · 1 year

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A Cut Above

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Hairstylist!Reader

WC: 2680

Warnings: T; Mentions of food, divorce, lots of pining and fluff otherwise.

A/N: I wanted to write a Hairstylist!Reader story a few years ago, but l wasn’t feeling super confident about my writing and just never got around to it. In the last few months I’ve had this urge to get back behind the chair again, which is what sparked this fic. Still haven’t decided if I will get back into doing hair as of yet, but I can enjoy writing about it. This is not beta’d and hope it reads well cause I’ve been run low sleep. Enjoy!!

Masterlist / Series Masterlist / Next

“You done for the day?”

The question pulls you from your thinking. It’s an organized chaos of mental notes streaming through your subconscious.

“I wish. I have one more then I’m done. It’s a new client too. So I’ll be a bit longer.”

“Color?”

“No, thank god! I don’t think my feet can take another 2 to 3 hours more.” The day was filled with back to back clients— a typical Saturday in the salon. Your clients who worked long hours, were always filling up your Saturdays. “Just a cut. Benny made the appointment for him, said his friend was in need of a change— very vague about it”

“Mmm.. Benny.”

“Earth to Hannah!! Gonna need you to touch back down girlie.” Hannah was the salon receptionist, and Benny Miller’s secret admirer.

“Huh? Oh sorry, got a bit distracted.”

“You don’t say? You know, you could just ask him out, would probably be way more exciting than sitting there and daydreaming about him 24/7.”

“I do not daydream about him 24/7–“ She tries convincing you, but you know her far too well. You shoot her a pointed look— you’re not buying it. “Okay! Alright, I do think about him— a lot! But I can’t help it, he’s so…”

“Pretty?” You finish her thought.

“Yeah. He’s so pretty.”

“Well, I have it on good authority that said Pretty Man Child Benny, might have an itty bitty crush on a cute little receptionist. So, put your big girl panties on and make a move.”

Benjamin Miller— Benny, was a long time client of yours, turned friend. He was in your chair every 5 weeks maintaining that gorgeous head of hair. Gotta look good for the ladies when I’m in the ring— his words.

As the years went on, you found you were collecting Benny’s friends and family as clients. His older brother Will, Will’s wife Nicole, his close friend Pope (still haven’t heard his real name), as well as Mom and Dad Miller. Benny kept your chair busy and you were grateful for that.

He’d text you on Monday saying he’d had a friend who was needing a cut, something about a fresh start. He was in luck because you had one spot open, so you scheduled some guy named “Fish” as your last client for the week.

“Wait really?! He knows who I am?!” Shock was written all over Hannah’s face.

“Hannah, you greet him every appointment— of course he knows who you are.”

“I think I black out the minute he walks through the door.”

“That would explain the drool every time.” You can’t help but laugh at her expense.

She rolls her eyes back at you as she gathers her things from the front desk. “Alright, I’m going to leave before you decide to carry on with this onslaught of nonsense. Going to go home and pour myself a glass of wine in celebration!”

“Celebration?? For what?”

“Benny Miller knows who I am! And he has a crush on me!!” You let her bask in her glory, as she all but floats to the front door.

“Hannah…” You catch her attention before she’s exits. “Text him! Preferably before the wine.”

“Yes mom!” She mocks back at you before the door swings shut.

You had 15 minutes until your appointment would be showing up, so you took the time to clean your station up a bit and set up for his hair cut.

Your shears, combs and clippers laid out on your hair cutting tray, clean cape folding on top of your station.

As you were checking over your schedule for next week, making a list of colors you needed to pick up from the beauty supply, the front door opened welcoming your client— your very handsome client.

He looks nearly 6 feet tall, and so broad. His hair is dark chestnut from what you can see peeking out from under his hat. There’s a casualness to him in the way he carries himself— a shy confidence.

“Hi! You must be Fish.” You give him your name as you make your way up to him, extending your hand out in greeting. His rather large hand gripping yours, firm but a gentleness to it.

“Did he really tell you my name is Fish?! Fuckin’ Benny.” He shakes his head, as if to fain off embarrassment. Shoving his hands in his pockets he starts laughing about it. “Yeah, he did. I am assuming that’s not actually your name though. Although, not judging if it is.”

“No, my name is Francisco Morales, but you can call me Frankie.” You notice the flush creeping up his neck— you make a mental note at how gorgeous he is before you get caught staring.

“Okay then, Frankie. You can come on back and have a seat here at my chair. Feel free to put your hat on my shelf there.” Helping him get situated.

“Let me go grab a clean towel and then we can chat about what you are wanting.”

Frankie sits himself down and starts to take in the space. You seem very tidy and organized as he glances over at your tray of cutting tools. He right away decides he likes that about you. Benny didn’t mention how beautiful you were when making him this appointment. He said you were pretty but he wasn’t expecting to be overwhelmed by how stunning you were— he knows he has to try his best to be cool and not ramble on.

He sees you making your way back to him in the mirror, his eyes locked on yours like magnets— he notices you catching him staring, but then you give him a smile that lights up your face. There’s that butterfly sensation tickling his insides, he hasn’t had that happen in a long time, but he welcomes it.

Arriving back to your station you take the small towel and place it on his shoulders before securing the cutting cape around his neck.

“So what are we thinking?” You ask as you begin to run your fingers through his hair, taking in the texture, density and the shape of the cut he has now.

“Uhh, I umm… I don’t know. I’m open to your professional opinion.” He didn’t realize he needed to come in with a style in mind. His usual barber usually says “Hi” then starts hacking at it.

“That’s okay.” You look at him in your mirror, his eyes already fixed on you and you feel your breath catch in your throat.

You hadn’t noticed his dimple earlier, and you can’t seem to keep your eyes off of it when he smiles. You steady your thoughts and continue to comb your fingers through his hair making note of how it lays and it’s natural growth pattern.

“You have a nice wave going on. If we work with it and bring your sides and the back in a little tighter the top will lay nicely.”

He’s captivated by everything you’re saying, and yet he doesn’t understand a single word of it. You could tell him he needed to shave his head and he’d willingly let you, no questions asked.

“How does that sound Frankie??”

“Honestly— I have no idea what any of what you just said means, but I trust you.”

“Well, I appreciate your honesty.” You find his nervousness charming. “You won’t be losing much length overall, it will be more shaping and connecting the sides to the top.” Your hands moving around his head as you try to explain your process.

“Again— no clue what you just said.”

“Got it! Enough hair jargon then. Let’s get you back and washed up first.”

The warm water hides the sweat that’s formed on your palms as you begin washing his hair. He’s settled into the shampoo bowl, eyes closed and arms crossed over his chest in such a kicked back manner.

Your fingers work diligently as you begin to scrub the soapy liquid through his wet locks. As you spend ample time working over his scalp, you catch the sound of a faint moan. You don’t think he meant for it to sound so erotic, but it’s stirring a warm feeling with in you.

“Feel good?”

“Mmmhmmm..” It’s all he’s able to manage, your movements awakening him in so many ways, his spine vibrating with an indescribable desire.

Suds throughly rinsed, leave in conditioner combed through, you both get situated back at your station.

He seems way more relaxed, more chatty and asking questions as you go section by section, meticulously trimming away the unwanted ends.

His questions alternated between your professional life and personal— where you grew up, favorite food and what made you decide to become a hairstylist. In a different circumstance, it might have felt invasive— but there was an ease to Frankie that had you spilling your life story to him so freely.

In return you asked him for more about himself. He shared about his life in Delta Force, where he had met Benny, Will and Pope, who you now know as Santiago.

His life as a helicopter pilot keeping him busy most of the time. He even felt brave enough to mention his semi recent divorce. You didn’t feel like you needed to delve deeper into his failed marriage, especially for only just meeting him.

You shared the same sentiment in working long hours and how it had you feeling overwhelmed at times, like you had less free time for yourself— mentioning you were working on trying to have more fun and go out. You shared how your former partners were always annoyed with you for being so consumed with work, the main reason you hadn’t been dating as much.

Checking and cross checking the length, you’re happy with how it’s shaping up.

“How do you normally style your hair? What are your go to products?”

He looks at you with the most sincere and confused expression, nervous to share his routine with you.

“Normally it’s just straight out of the shower, quick rubbing of the towel over it so it’s not dripping, then toss the hat on.” Pointing to the battered hat he’d worn in.

“Frankie! If there’s only one piece of advice you leave here with, please let it be that you never aggressively rub a towel over your hair again!”

He thinks he should feel embarrassed but there’s a sweetness in the way you share your knowledge with him— he will make a conscientious effort to gently pat his hair dry from now on.

“Since you mentioned you are usually throwing on your hat, it’s probably safe to assume there’s not much actual styling going on?”

“Uh, yeah… Not much styling. The least amount of steps possible is my go to method.”

“While the hat vibe is cute, I would not be doing my job if I sent you out of here wearing—”

“You think I’m cute?” He cuts you off. That dimple again making an appearance, his grin slightly laced in flirtation.

“Umm, yes.” Your face feels hot, the blow-dryer not helping much, as you try to remain calm and collected.

“Hm!”

Grabbing some product and applying a small amount to your palm, you begin to distribute it throughout his hair. .

“But I think without the hat is cute too. Easier to see all of your,” You gulp at your next admission. “Attractive features.” You giggle as you finish styling his freshly trimmed hair, each strand manipulated with such precision— the new length really does add to his handsomeness.

“You think I’m attractive too?” He says shifting in the chair, his gaze still steady on you.

“Oh wow, I’m really just letting my internal monologue run my mouth aren’t I?”

He shrugs with the slightest cock of his eyebrows in response.

“And now would be a good time for the ground to just swallow me up!” You groan, hands covering your face as you attempt to hide your embarrassment.

“You’re cute when you get all flustered.”

“So you think I’m cute now? We just going to spend the rest of the night confessing our new found feelings having only just met?”

“Well, I wouldn’t be opposed to it.” He states so casually.

The rest of his appointment is filled with more flirtatious banter, a connection that you’re both very much aware of— yet neither of you stating the obvious

“Thank you again.” Frankie says holding a bag of products he insisted he leave with, wanting to branch out from his usual “hat vibe”’as you called it— said hat’s bill tucked into the back pocket of his already snug blue jeans.

“So… Do you want to set something up for next time?” Pulling out your schedule, hoping that Frankie likes his cut, and you, enough to return regularly. “I think 5 to 6 weeks would be a good amount of time to see you again.”

“Actually— I was hoping I could see you sooner than that.”

“Oh! Okay. When are you thinking?” Slightly confused, you start scanning over the openings you have in the coming weeks.

“Tonight.”

“Tonight?? I’m not follow— Oh! Ooooh!”

“Yeah….” There’s a budding nervous energy about him as you realize what he’s asking. “There’s this sports bar around the corner— the guys and I hang out there from time to time. Anyways, they have some great appetizers and craft beer on tap… If you’re open to it, we could, um go… Unless you have other plans…”

“Yes! I’d love to Frankie.”

“Yeah?!” His face instantly beaming with excitement.

“Yeah! Just let me clean and lock up real quick, then we can head out.”

Drinks and appetizers flowed into a moonlit walk back to your car— both of you stalling out your goodbyes.

“So, I’ll call you tomorrow.” Frankie says as his hand cups your cheek, his warm gaze fixed on yours. “I hope this isn’t too soon, but would it be okay if I kissed you?”

“Yeah.. I’d like that.” Leaning into him to close the gap, fingers carding through the nape of his silky waves.

Frankie’s lips all but crash into yours, the intensity growing from your own, eager for more of him. He nips at the plumpness of your lower lip, encouraging them to part for him. His tongue slipping inside your mouth and you can taste the bitterness from his beer still lingering.

A grip is established on your hip, his hand slowly moving around to your backside eliciting a breathy moan from deep with in you as the heated kiss escalates.

Laughter from a rowdy group of bystanders reminds you both of your surroundings.

“Sorry, I got a little carried away there.” Frankie rests his forehead on yours as he tries to regain his composure, his breath fanning across your cheeks— they’re no longer cold from the frigid air.

“Well, I most certainly wasn’t complaining. In fact, I look forward to you doing it again sometime.”

He places a kiss to your forehead, before exchanging goodbyes. He promises again to call tomorrow, and you’re already breathlessly excited for it.

Heater cranked up in your car, willing your body to adjust to the heat. You grab for your phone in your purse, pulling open your message app so you can send a quick text before putting the car in drive.

-Hey Benny, just wanted to thank you for setting that appointment up for Frankie. He’s a great guy! Super funny and hella charming.

-You sure we’re talking about the same Frankie?? 😉

-Funny! Anyways, I appreciate it and I’m looking forward to seeing him again!

-Oh! Hannah called, we’ve got a date next week!

-You be good to her Benny!

-Of course! No problem! Make sure you and Frankie thank me in your wedding toast 🍾🍾 Night!!

You roll your eyes at his last text before tossing your phone in to the passenger seat. The entire drive home you can’t get Frankie out of your head, wondering if he’d find you too eager to call him when you got home.

The decision made for you by the buzzing of your phone— Frankie’s name flashing on the screen.

#frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #francisco morales x reader #francisco morales x you #frankie morales #triple frontier #wildemaven writes #pedro pascal

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anonymouszephyrus · 1 month

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Galra keith headcannons?

I have so many requests to do this week- NFAKJN so, I'll do this one first. Thank you for the question!! - I'll do this as full Galra Keith so he was most likely raised by his mother, taken away from Earth. He's still half but more Galra characteristics showed in his birth so Krolia thought it was better if she took him and raised him in the blade. - I always give him a long tail with a bit of fluff at the end, I just think it's cute and it would be great to see Keith with more Galra characteristics, not just his teeth, eyes, skin, or ears changing. - Have y'all seen Ikimaru's Galra Keith design?

^ Basically this absolute bean <3 - I love the idea of him having lavender/soft-purple skin. Just the idea of it matches so well and contrasts with his otherwise dark color palette.

- Krolia eyes. His eyes are like Krolia's, except maybe a bit darker. But I just love the idea of him being a mini-me of his mother. - Keith's teeth, specifically his canines, grow slightly when he is mad or feels strong emotions. - Since I'm doing this as full Galra Keith. His hair is much longer and grows a lot faster too, I would love to say he keeps it that length but no. Whenever it grows, he cuts it off and makes it into his fucking mullet again.

- I love the idea of Galra's being cat-like. Purring, chirping, or mewling if they were pleased or even just sleeping... it gives them such a cute aspect to the otherwise "evil" Galra most people know. So like.. imagine Keith just sleeping and purring in his sleep. That's just the image I wanted to see.

- I'm also gonna add some Krolia + Baby Keith headcanons here: When Krolia first brought her new kit back to the blade, she couldn't leave him alone at all as Keith would cry until she was back at his side once more.

- Baby Keith loved being held by his mom around the headquarters and whenever she tried to put him down, he would cry and cling to her like any other kit would. (Is it obvious I wanna talk more about Galra kits and their whole deal?)

Anyways. I probably could think of so many more headcanons but I legit have no brain space to think this early in the morning so yeah <3

#voltron legendary defender #voltron #keith kogane #AnonZeph HCs!#AnonZeph Asks!

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plinthpilled · 2 months

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Hii! Can you do some headcanons about sejanus x covey|Fem reader please? 🫶🏻

ofc!! here you go <3 (sorry for not doing this sooner I was losing it 😭)

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❀ story based headcanons ❀

- you two would have met during the first performance that Lucy gray was back from the games. you met his eye in the crowd but didn't think much of it. you definitely thought he was cute but he was a peacekeeper so you let the thought slip your mind.

- Lucy gray of course noticed it and thought A LOT of it. she just thought it'd be the cutest thing if you and sejanus and her and coryo could go on double dates. she planned yall's future together in a matter of seconds (she's adorable I love her)

- after the show she went up to you and basically dragged you over to the two men, telling you the plan of what was going to happen.

"you already know who Coriolanus is, right? " she asked. "yes, of course. you won't stop talking about him!" you giggle. she rolls her eyes jokingly. "well his little friend over there, sejanus, I caught him looking at you like you were just the most stunnin' thing he ever saw. so y'all are gonna talk and it's gonna be great, okay?" she said, still grabbing your hand and leading the way. you sigh and nod, knowing there was no way to talk her out of this. you weren't mad at the idea of getting to know him either way though.

- all of you talked and introduced yourselves and all that. you couldn't help but stare into his big brown doe eyes. he was ravishing. from the way he was looking at you, you guessed he thought the same about yourself.

- Lucy gray made a plan to bring the two peacekeepers up to the lake with the Covey. you tried to conceal your excitement about getting to see sejanus without a shirt and wet hair but apparently it wasn't hidden that well.

you felt a tap on your shoulder. "stop daydreaming about seeing him topless, y/n!" Lucy gray whispered into your ear and you flushed. you didn't know you were being that obvious. "why are you blushing?" sejanus asked. "uh- no reason!" you stammered.

- the day had finally arrived. you were dreading and also dreaming going up to the lake. it was a scary thing to you but the thought of getting to know the brown haired peacekeeper excited you. you put on a hand made bikini in your favorite color and a flowy dress on top. you met up with the two boys at the designated meeting spot then started walking.

- the covey and coryo walked ahead of you and sej. you were thankful for the space but it made you nervous. thankfully, sejanus was doing most of the talking.

"it's real beautiful up here." he said. "yeah, it is. the view gets even better by the lake, though" you reply. "my view right now is perfect." he stated. you were confused for a minute but then realized he was staring at you. you averted your gaze, feeling heat rise to your face. he chuckled, knowing he made you blush. he stepped closer and brushed his hand against yours.

- you got to the lake and sejanus' body was even better than you could've imagined. you tried not to stare but couldn't resist. I mean, who could? he was also drinking in your shape, unbeknownst to you though. you were a tad bit oblivious to anything that wasn't his looks right then. you eventually ran up to him and pushed him in the water, jumping after him. when you resurfaced, he grabbed you by the waist, holding you close. you took your chances and kissed him. his lips were chapped but somehow unbelievably soft. he didn't pull away so you knew he wanted this too. you heard cheering from the covey and broke the kiss. from then on, you and sejanus became a couple. he came to every show and essentially worshipped you. you did the same for him in every way that you could.

-Lucy gray's dreams of a double date came true!!

❀ misc. headcanons ❀

- sejanus would love for you to sing the covey's songs to help him go to sleep at night. even if you didn't sing at the shows, you knew the songs by heart and he thought your voice was the most angelic thing.

- he would never ever ever miss a single show you guys put on since the night y'all met. he loved seeing you in your element and thriving.

- he'd always try to come up to the lake with the covey whenever he could. he rarely missed the chance to see you in a bathing suit ;) wink wink. but he also just enjoyed spending time with you in such a beautiful and secluded area where he felt so safe in your arms (or with you in his arms)

- he would write to his Ma about you, talking about your music and how it was heavenly. he wrote about you like you were a deity sent from above. he loved every single thing about you and made sure that his Ma knew that.

- he started learning the words to the songs you performed. you would be playing your instrument and he'd sing along quietly without even realizing what he was doing. you thought it was the cutest thing ever and engraved those memories into your mind. he has a surprisingly amazing voice too but you wouldn't mind even if he didn't.

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a/n: hope you enjoyed anon!! again I'm rlly sorry for not writing anything for a while, I was going thru a rlly hard breakup 😭😭 I'm feeling better now though!! I'm gonna be back on my author shit soon I pinkie promise!

#tbosas x reader #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #the hunger games x reader #sejanus plinth x you #sejanus x you #sejanus x reader #sejanus plinth x reader #sejanus plinth #plinthpilled

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crazyunsexycool · 1 year

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My little love

Chapter 3

pairing: Bucky Barnes x enhanced!reader

word count: 3.8k

warnings: none really, a taste of domestic bliss maybe, Angel being a sweetie pie

A/N: I’m obsessed with this story!!!!

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Ch. 2

Tony had arranged for a local baby store to close down for the morning just so that you and Steve could shop in peace. The employees were made to sign NDAs before you both walked in. It didn’t stop them from staring, whispering and giggling whenever Steve smiled their way. Currently you stand in the middle of a sea of cribs and beds. Hands on your hips as Steve tested the durability of one of the toddler beds. The frame cracked after he pushed against the mattress.

“Can you try to not break everything?” You whisper yell.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to make sure it was good enough.”

You giggle at his pout.

“It doesn’t matter, I think we should get one of those 3 in 1 beds.” You say as you point to a sign showing a full crib, a toddler bed and finally a daybed.

“Hhmm, seems like a good idea. What color?”

“White would be nice. Clint and Sam are painting my guest room. I picked out some nice pastel colors.”

“I could paint a mural or something.” Steve adds, his eyes hopeful.

“That would be great. Maybe you could do some fairytale characters.”

He nods as he grabs one of the boxes with the crib you’ve picked and places it on the cart you had been provided. From there you went to get the matching bedroom furniture.

It would have been nice having Bucky here, but since the day you told him about his daughter it seemed like he had been avoiding you. You hadn’t really noticed since you were busy with said child. It wasn’t until a day later when you got a reminder of plans you made before any of this happened that you realized that you hadn’t seen him. Steve tried to not bring up the topic but he confirmed he hadn’t seen Bucky either. So while he decided what he wanted to do you made the choice to move baby Barnes out of the hospital wing and into your apartment. She was the most comfortable with you so it made sense although she was letting Steve hold her now. The rest of the team was slowly introducing themselves into her daily life so that she could get used to having people around that weren’t nurses.

You moved around the aisles as you grabbed some other necessities. By the end of the shopping trip you had more clothes, toys and books than what you would need. Most of them were chosen by Steve. You only said no to certain things and even then you had to take them out of the shopping cart without him noticing.

“Was buying three car seats really necessary?” You asked as you loaded bags into the trunk of your car.

“Yes. One for you, one for me and one for Bucky. Listen I know he’s kept his distance but he’ll come around.” He finished loading the bigger item into the pick up truck he drove and walked around to your car and began to help you. “Back then, in between missions, Bucky and I liked to talk about what we were gonna do when we went back home. Most of the time he kept it light. He wanted to eat all of his Ma’s cooking and sleep on a good bed. Take his sisters to Coney Island. But one night after a close call he told me that what he really wanted was to find a girl, fall in love and start a family. He’s found his girl.” Steve says as he looks at you and quirks an eyebrow. “And I know for a fact that he is head over heels in love with you, and it might not be conventional but now he has a daughter. He has his family, he's just scared.”

The bag with sippy cups that was in your hand falls to the floor as you listen to Steve. He grabs the one that rolled out of the bag and places it back in before moving to store the bag in the trunk. You stare at him, your lips slightly parted like you wanted to say something.

“You really think he likes me?”

“Yeah. I know I’m a bit of a hopeless romantic but you two could have something wonderful if he just pulled his head out of his ass.”

You try to hide your smile but fail. “Ok let's Hurry it up Rogers, I don’t pay you to stand around and look pretty.”

“Oh so you think I’m pretty.”

“Shut up, and let’s go!” You laugh as you get in the driver’s seat.

Bucky stood by the crib and looked down at the sleeping form of his daughter. He’d been there everyday since he’d been told he was a father. Stealing moments alone with her and his thoughts. His eyes were still red and puffy from crying. But anytime he thought of how he had found her, tied down on a table only covered by a thin blanket, he couldn’t contain his tears. How could hydra hurt someone so pure and innocent?

He thought he didn’t deserve the way you spoke so well of him to her. Bucky had turned his back on his little girl. Too afraid that he’d just fuck her up worse than hydra has. But you didn’t doubt his ability to be a good father and he wasn’t sure why. What had he done to deserve your trust so easily? You and Steve had already stepped up to provide stability to his daughter and yet you were so sure he’d step up once he got over the initial shock.

Sweet Angel moved and out of her hand fell a small metal figurine, a kitten. Bucky smiles, he knows that was your doing. There’s a small whimper and Angel pouts before she starts crying in her sleep. Bucky’s right hand caresses her cheek as he tells her she’s ok. She hiccups in her sleep before she settles down again.

“She’s beautiful isn’t she?” Steve asks from the door. Bucky nods as he straightens up but doesn’t look up at his friend.

“She’s leaving the medical wing. Y/N is taking her up to her apartment. If that’s ok with you?”

“Yeah, she’ll be better there.” Bucky clears his throat. “How is she?”

“Y/N’s good. A bit tired but once that little Angel is up in her own room I think Y/N will be more comfortable. You should go talk to her, she’s worried.”

“I will.”

“Will you really or are you saying it so that I’ll get off you’re case?”

“I will,” Bucky finally looked up at Steve. “I talked to the lawyers, I’m willing to sign her birth certificate but I’m not ready to be her guardian. I want you and Y/N to do it. Would you?”

“Of course I would and I know Y/N would too.”

“Thank you. I should go and find her then.” Bucky walks out of the room leaving Steve alone. He sighs as he walks over to the crib.

“He’ll get his shit together soon, sweetheart. I promise.”

You had just finished setting Angel up in the new booster chair for the dining room table when you heard a knock at your door.

“Who's at the door Friday?” You ask the A.I.

“It’s Sergeant Barnes.”

“Let him in please.”

“Hello, Y/N?” You could hear Bucky’s voice from the living room.

“In the kitchen.”

You hear his footsteps get closer while you begin to plate up some food. Bruce had given you the ok to try some soft food with Angel and you wanted to start immediately.

“Hey.” You say as you look over your shoulders to find Bucky at the entrance of your kitchen and dining area. His eyes moved from you to his daughter and back. “Everything ok?”

“Yeah, fine. I wanted to talk but I can come back later.”

“Nonsense. Would you like to join us for dinner?”

He thought about it for a moment and nodded as Angel began to babble, getting your attention. You move over to the cabinet that holds your plates and pull another one out and fill it with everything you’d made for dinner. Bucky is at your side grabbing his plate while you take yours and the small bowl for Angel.

“Are you ready for dinner, sweet girl?” You ask in a slightly higher pitched voice as you walk around her seat so that she could see you.

Bucky smiles as he watches you place the plates down and then kneel next to his daughter’s chair. He moves around the table and takes the chair next to yours, which ends up being directly in front of Angel.

“Can you say hi?” You wave at Bucky, hoping that the toddler would mimic the motion. “Say hi, sweet Angel.” Her little hand comes up, imitating the motion you just did “good job.” She smiled and tried to hide her face from Bucky. “Oh are you getting bashful now?”

While you’re having this one sided conversation with a toddler, Bucky’s heart might as well explode right then and there. If he hadn’t been in love with you before, this right here would be the moment that would make him fall. In a matter of days a dream he had convinced himself he’d never get to live is playing out in front of him and it’s real. He’s starting to question his decision of stepping away from her. What if you and his daughter are his one chance of having something good after all the bad he’d been through?

“Buck?”

“Hhmm? Sorry, what were you saying?”

“I said your food was going to get cold.”

“Sorry.” He looked down at his plate. “Your cheesy mashed potatoes, what’s the special occasion?”

“My cheesy mashed potatoes are only for special occasions?” You laugh. “You really want to know?” You asked as you leaned over to grab a spoonful of the food in question and offer it up to Angel.

“Yeah.”

“Bruce said sweet Angel here could move on to soft foods instead of just liquids. Thought I’d start off with something good.”

“Oh. Well if she doesn’t like them she’s grounded, how about that?” He says with a small smile.

You hear a small ‘mmm’ from her side of the table.

“No grounding for her I guess.” You chuckle as you hand her the spoon. She had been wanting to do what you did, so if you tried to feed her with a spoon she wanted to do it herself. She made a mess every single time but it was good to let her try.

You turn to look at Bucky and find him with a ghost of a smile and a tear rolling down his cheek. He wipes it away but he knows you’ve seen it. Your hand rests against his forearm and you give him a reassuring squeeze.

“I’m sorry it’s just-“

“You need to stop apologizing, Bucky. I don’t even know what you’re apologizing for.”

“For everything. For leaving the way I did the other day. Not taking responsibility for her.”

“Well I would have probably done the same if someone told me I had a daughter I didn’t know about. And as far as taking responsibility it’s something we can talk about.”

“I wanted to talk to you about the guardianship that I want to set up for her.”

“How about we talk after dinner?”

“Yeah, we can do that.”

You both stay silent, unsure of what to say next so you focus back on your meal. For the first time since Bucky had come to the compound there was an awkward sort of tension between you. The only noise coming from your utensils and angel who was babbling away while she spooned food into her mouth messily.

“Ok, I need to get her cleaned up.” You said with a laugh when you realized there was more food on Angel’s shirt than what she probably ate.

“I’ll clean this up for you.”

“You don’t have too.”

“Y/N, it’s literally the least I could do.”

“Ok, but don’t disappear on me after.” You said as you moved and picked up the messy toddler before walking back towards the bedrooms.

You bathed and dressed Angel, in new pastel colored Captain America footie pajamas, and walked back out toward the kitchen to find that Bucky had washed the dishes.

“Bucky?” You call out when you don't see him.

“Living room.”

You walk down the hall to find him sitting on your couch. Bucky had done it a hundred times before. His boots were off and his feet were resting on the coffee table while he held the remote in one hand and a beer in the other. There was a bowl of your favorite ice cream waiting for you. This somehow felt different, with his daughter on your hip and her favorite pink bear, you couldn’t help but think of what Steve had told you earlier that day. The possibility warmed your heart.

A small hand on your cheek breaks you out of your thoughts and you look down to find the second pair of the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen looking at you. She smiles and coos as she points at Bucky before waving at him. He waves back with a small ‘hi’ and she hides her face behind her teddy. You sit on the couch settling Angel on your lap while leaving some space in between you and Bucky. This was different too, you’d always sit close together and although you didn’t necessarily cuddle, the feeling of having him next to you was comforting.

“Alright what are we watching?” Bucky asks from his spot.

“I’m not sure I was thinking of a princess movie. To see if she likes it.” You said as you absentmindedly moved your hand over her head the feeling of peach fuzz, letting you know her hair was starting to grow, tickling your palm.

“Ok, how about,” Bucky searches through some streaming services until he finds what he wants. “This one?”

“Snow White?”

“Yeah, I took my little sisters to watch it when it came out in 1937.” He looks over at you and you nod with a smile. Bucky hits play while you turn Angel around to face the tv.

As the movie starts playing you hear a small gasp from the little girl as she looks up at you with wonder and points at the tv. Bucky leans forward and hands you the bowl of ice cream. Even though you know it’s a bad idea you give some to Angel to try. Her eyes widen and her mouth makes a little ‘o’ shape before she claps her hands in approval.

About 20 minutes into the movie she starts to wiggle around in your lap so you set her down in the empty space between you and Bucky. It has been a while since you’ve seen Snow White so you’re distracted and unaware that Angel is crawling her way over to her father. That is until you hear his breath hitching. When you turn to ask what’s wrong you find that Angel is standing on the couch next to Bucky. One hand against his chest and the other holding on to her pink bear, her head tilted to the side. It’s like she was trying to read him or convince him of something as she babbled. Bucky’s eyes go wide as he stares at her.

“I’m sorry, let me get her.” You put your ice cream down and move to pull her away from Bucky.

“No, don’t. It’s ok, as long as she doesn’t cry.”

But Bucky’s daughter wasn’t content with just standing by him. No, in fact she laid her head on his chest and yawned before letting her weight fall on his thigh and getting comfortable.

“Support her back so she doesn’t fall.” You told Bucky, who sat there stunned. His right hand sits gently against her back and she seems so much smaller in his arms. “I can take her if you want.”

Bucky shakes his head. He’s mindful of his movements, just like his Ma had taught him when he first held his sisters. With a gentleness Bucky reserved only for you he managed to move her around so that he could cradle her securely in both of his arms and he rocked her. She looked so peaceful as her eyes fluttered closed, as if she’d never been through the horrors hydra put her through. Bucky took in her features from this much closer point of view and he was in awe. She was so small, so trusting and all his.

Instead of trying to take Angel and putting her in her new crib you let them stay like that. You knew it was important for both of them and hopefully it would make him realize that she needed him just as much as he needed her. As quietly as possible you got up and went to the kitchen to give them space.

You sipped on some wine as you sat on the kitchen counter. Bucky appeared in the entryway with a sleeping toddler in his arms and looked at you for guidance. It was slightly amusing to see the world’s deadliest assassin afraid to wake a sleeping child.

“You can put her down in her crib. Make sure you cover her up with the pink blanket.” You whispered and he nodded before disappearing down the hall.

The glass of wine hides your smile as Bucky rounds the corner again. He leans against the counter in front of you. Arms crossed over his broad chest and eyes so full of mixed up feelings, it made you want to hug him. You’d called his name a few times but he was lost in thought. With a wiggle of your fingers you made his left hand move just enough to get his attention. You’d never use your abilities against his will but he had given you permission for this one thing.

“I’m sorry what?” He said when he finally looked up at you.

You didn’t say anything, instead you just stretched out your hand and waited for him. Bucky knew what it meant, you were offering physical support. You both knew that it was a tricky subject. For a while he didn’t like being touched unless it was absolutely necessary. But the first time he did accept a hug it was from you, on his birthday. He’d been addicted to your touch ever since.

Bucky’s hand slides into yours perfectly. You wrap your fingers around his wrist and tug lightly to get him to move towards you and he does until he’s standing between your legs. Even when you’re sitting on your kitchen counter you still have to tilt your head up to look at Bucky when he’s this close, but only slightly. He slumps forward once he feels your arms wrap around his shoulders, and he relaxes further into your hold once his face is hidden in the crook of your neck and you play with his hair.

You were his safe space.

“What did you want to talk about?” You ask after a few minutes of just holding each other.

Bucky holds your hands in his, making lazy patterns with his thumbs as he thinks about what he wants to say.

“I came here with clear intentions of asking you to be her guardian.” he sighs.

“But?”

“But now I’m not sure. I mean I still think that you’re the best person to take care of her but at the same time she’s my daughter. What am I supposed to do? How do I even raise a kid? I don’t know what I’m doing.”

You smile sweetly at him. “We could do both.”

“Both?”

“I can still take care of her, she can stay here with me but you can still be her father.”

“What if I hurt her? I could never forgive myself. There’s so many things that I don’t even know I’ll be able to give her.”

“Well how about if we start with one thing. Something that only you can do for her.”

“What’s that?”

“Give her a name.”

Ch. 4

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kingofjohto · 2 years

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Pairing: Will Byers X M!reader

Description: Today was finally the day that you and Will went on your date. You went to the arcade and got to be the first person, technically second since Will tries first, and then went to the movies.

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: I have to make a part 3 about the interaction between Mike/Will/ and Y/n but PLEASE READ PART ONE HERE IF YOU HAVENT YET:

PART ONE!!!

Note: Y/F/S= Your favorite Snack.

You Make Me Feel Like A Kid In A Candy Shop.

It was finally time. You could barely sleep the night before, you were too excited, too nervous. You had dreamt of this day for years, and finally it was here. You decided to go for a more colorful outfit than you usually went for. You waited on the edge of the driveway, waiting for your friend Eddie to pick you up to drive you to your date.

You looked down at your outfit. It was a pair of Khaki shorts with your Hellfire Club T-shirt covered by a colorful windbreaker.

“Is that your hellfire shirt?” You heard.

You looked up to see Eddie in his car, leaning into the passenger seat so you could see him.

“Yeah well… we’re doing another campaign later aren't we?” You said as you got in.

“Sure, yeah, but I thought it was date time for you?” He said as he started the car and pulled off.

“I know. I was just kinda hoping… maybe Will could actually come with us.” You sighed.

“I thought he didn’t want to be in Hellfire?” Eddie said.

“Well… yeah. He was pretty upset when he found out about it, but I think he’d be happy to come along with me.” You said.

“Why didn’t he want to join in the first place?” Eddie asked.

“Well… he was really upset when he found out that all of his friends who basically refused to play D&D with him for an entire summer joined a club for it the SECOND he left. And I don’t blame him for it. I remember him telling me about a fight him and Mike had and it sounded pretty bad.” You explained.

“And how are you gonna convince him to join?” Eddie asked.

“Well… maybe if his boyfriend was able to convince him, he’d join.” You said, a twinge of hope in your voice.

“Ooooh~ looking a bit into the future are you?” Eddie sang.

“Maybe, but what’s it to you?” You said with a little snark in your voice.

“Just lookin out.” He said.

You slowly pulled up at the arcade. You quickly scanned around to see if Will had made it there yet, and there he was. He was standing near the door, seeming a bit awkward but still excited. He was wearing cuffed jean shorts and a red polo shirt with white stripes.

“Well, don’t just sit there!” Eddie said.

“Right.” you nodded

You quickly hopped out of Eddie’s Van and began to walk up to Will.

“Oh, hey Y/n!” Will greeted you as you walked up to him.

“Hey Will! Ready to get your ass handed to you in some Dig Dug?” you said as you walked up.

“C’mon, we both already know you’re the best person at Dig Dug in all of Hawkins. I mean you beat both Max AND Dustin’s high scores. How about we try something… new.” Will suggested.

“What do you mean?” You said, curiosity piqued.

“Apparently they got a new game recently. It’s called Gladiator.” Will said as he grabbed your hand and led you into the Arcade.

You felt yourself get a bit flustered at the sudden contact but soon felt the excitement from a new adventure on the horizon as the two of you walked up to the pristine condition arcade cabinet. You could feel the overwhelming urge to just…

“Perfectly rounded glass. The joystick has absolutely no give, it’s basically unused. There are barely any fingerprints on it either.” You began rambling.

You took your index and middle finger and wiped the top and side and looked down at your finger.

“No traceable dust… this thing is brand new, like BRAND new brand new. I can't believe this thing just happened to end up in Hawkins. And the buttons, oh the buttons.” You said, leaning down and tapping the buttons, “they still click.”

You quickly realized, you had gone on another tangent.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to go on and on like that.” You said, a bit embarrassed.

When you looked at Will, his face was a bit red.

“It’s alright. I think it’s really cute when you get super passionate about these things.” Will said.

“Well let’s give it a go shall we?” You said, trying to hide your smile from what he said.

—outside the arcade—

Eddie waited until Y/n and Will entered the building. Eddie chuckled a bit at the fact that Will had grabbed Y/n’s hand. Eddie drove around the back to meet his partner in crime.

“Hey there bigger Byers.” He said, leaning out of his van.

“Hey Eddie.” Johnathan said, getting out of his car.

“So? You ready for this stake out?” Eddie said enthusiastically.

“It’s not a stake out. I just don’t want either of them getting attacked.” Johnathan said.

“You don’t think they can handle themselves?” Eddie asked.

“No, I just don’t want it to come down to that. I know Will, and he's not really much of a fighter.” Johnathan said.

“Yeah well I know Y/n. He’s got one hell of a right hook. That, and he’s got one hell of a crush on your brother. I’m sure he’d be able to handle anything that happens.” Eddie said.

“Could he really handle a fight if it came down to him and multiple people though?” Johnathan asked, pensively.

“Tsk tsk, oh Johnny boy. You weren’t there when Y/n fought off Jason and all his little goons with me. That kid can fight, like hell.” Eddie explained.

“Right, c’mon. Let’s just get on with it.” Johnathan said.

—Back in the Arcade—

An entire group of people had surrounded the arcade cabinet, watching you go absolutely crazy. You were down to your last life, and you were finally at the final boss. With the two lives you lost on this fight, you had already basically memorized the attack patterns of the strange boss in the golden armor.

“C’mon Y/n, you got this.” Will said.

You nodded in response. You had already knocked off his chest plate, it was just a matter of getting that final strike through the heart. You moved your shield up and down wildly and tried your best to find an opening. After what seemed like forever, if only for a second you saw it. An opening. You quickly hit the joystick and struck the boss through the chest.

“Yes!” You cheered.

“You did it!!” Will shouted.

The two of you hugged and jumped around like children on a sugar high. That was until you turned over and looked at the screen and watched as the body of the final boss rose from the ground as a skeleton with a golden sword. You quickly ended your embrace and tried your best to get to the joystick as fast as you could but it was too late.

“Game over.” You sighed.

“Sorry, it’s my fault. We celebrated too early.” Will said.

“It’s not your fault, so don’t worry. I couldn’t have even gotten that far without your support.” You said, reassuring Will, “Anyways, we should probably start heading to the movies.”

“You’re right, if we walk we could make it there in 20 minutes.” Will said.

“Alright then, let’s go.” You said.

This time, you reached your hand out to Will and he grabbed it. You led him out of the Arcade and the two of you began to walk to the local theater.

—Behind the Arcade—

“They’re on the move, Byers.” Eddie said, snapping to get Johnathans attention.

“Right, right, I got it.” Johnathan said.

He turned his car and and slowly pulled off, taking a longer way to the Hawkins cinema and waiting in the same Alleyway where Johnathan and Steve fought a few years back.

—halfway from the arcade to the theater—

Will went to the back of the convenience store to get drinks while you picked out snacks from the front. You got two packs of Reese's Pieces for Will and two packs of y/f/s for yourself. You met up with Will at the cash register to meet with a face you hadn’t seen since a year or two ago.

“Keith? I didn’t know you worked here.” You said as you placed the snacks on the counter.

“Yeah well. After Robin and that prick Steve Harrington worked me out of a job, this was the only place I could think to go.” He said.

“Oh…” you said awkwardly.

You looked to Will for some sort of out but he looked just as uncomfortable as you did.

“That’ll be $10.50.” Keith said.

“Right, here you go.” You said, handing Keith the 20.

He handed you your change and you both walked out.

“What was that all about?” Will asked.

You shrugged your shoulders as you sipped the slurpee Will had grabbed from the back.

“Is this Cherry?” You asked.

“Yeah. It’s kinda like a family thing. My mom and Hopper always get Cherry Slurpees when it’s hot out. Something about some guy named Alexei, I don’t know.” Will explained.

“Well, either way, we’re almost there. Let’s try and pick up the pace.” You said.

The two of you walked all the way to the theater, and quickly bought some popcorn and got to your seats. You only had enough left for one big bucket of popcorn, but it was a date, so Will was more than happy to share with you. You both sat in the middle of the mostly empty theater. Most people just went down town for movies now, but not you and Will. You both loved the feel of vintage old time movie theaters.

—at the back of the theater—

Johnathan and Eddie sat at opposite ends of the theater, to make sure they had both entrances covered. They both had a very sharp eye out to make sure that nobody could make a move on y/n or Will. Neither really cared for the genre of comedy, so it was much easier for the two of them to keep watch.

—back to y/n and Will—

About halfway through the movie, you felt something on top of your hand. Maybe Will was done with the popcorn and wanted you to hold it. But when you looked over, it wasn’t a bucket of popcorn you saw, but it was Will’s free hand. That’s when it hit you. You quickly looked back at the screen. You could feel your heartbeat race and your breathing grow more sporadic.

“Y/n, you ok?” You heard Will whisper.

“I’m…”

Other than the panic of being on a date with someone you had had a crush on since you met him, you were better than you’d ever been. You quickly flipped your hand over so you could hold Will's hand.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” You said.

He nodded, and you went back to watching the movie. As the movie ended, you finally let go of each other's hands.

“That was actually a really good movie.” You said.

“Yeah, it was pretty good.” Will said.

You both stood there in a bit of awkward silence. You looked at him, and he was looking at you. You instinctively let out a smile and he smiled back.

“Hey um… do you want to come to our campaign tonight? If you’re free of course.” You quickly blurted out.

“Oh, um. Well I’d like to come but, well I don’t know, I feel like it would be a bit awkward. With me and Mike having that fight and all.” Will said.

“Well, I’d be there with you. The whole time.” You said.

There was a moment's pause, but soon Will came up with a response.

“Okay, I’ll go, if you tell me what’s going on with you.” He said.

“Huh?”

You were a bit confused at what he said, maybe you said something, or did something wrong? In what was only a few seconds your mind was moving too fast to keep up with.

“It’s just… during the movie. When we… ya know. It felt like maybe you didn’t feel the same.” Will said.

“No!!” You quickly shouted, but quickly composed yourself, “it’s not that I don’t feel the same. I do, but… it’s like… when I’m around you I feel like a kid in a candy shop or something. I get all flustered and I feel so… happy. So happy I can’t even function. Sorry that sounded stupid.” You quickly blurted out.

Will paused for a moment, his face going a bright hue of red. He quickly looked around, there was basically no one left inside the theater. He quickly leaned in and gave you a quick peck.

“You make me feel the same way. So, yes. I’ll go with you to your campaign.” He said.

You’ve been flustered before, but never like this. It was like your brain stopped working. Will sat with you until 10 minutes later Johnathan and Eddie both pulled up at the same time.

“Hey kiddo’s, how was your movie?” Eddie asked, leaning out of the window of his van.

You were still way too flustered to even respond.

“It was… pretty good.” Will said.

“You ready to head home?” Johnathan said, leaning out of his window.

Will explained to Johnathan about how he was going to do a DND campaign with the hellfire club, so Johnathan left and both you and Will got into Eddie’s Van.

“Well kid, If you’re coming to one of my campaigns, you’d better be pretty high level.” Eddie said.

You looked back at Will, who seemed to be happy.

“Yeah, I’ve been playing for years now.” Will said.

He looked at you, and smiled. You smiled back and turned back around. Things were really shaping up for the future.

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