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christmas with abby anderson!
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a/n: I love winter so so much! and I love abby, so here you go!
warnings: this is just fluffy Christmas activities. there is a bit of a suggestive joke. but nothing too bad. let me know if I missed anything!
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abby is a Christmas girly. for sure. she loves Christmas. it is the most wonderful time of the year for her. by far. her favorite holiday. she goes all out.
abby has one of those mistletoe hats. the ones that hang mistletoe over you and another person. she wears it all the time as an excuse to pull you into a kiss. her hands on your hips as she leans down to plant a long kiss on your lips.
she has mistletoe all over your shared apartment. for extra kisses. in every single doorway. she keeps some mistletoe in her pockets to pull it out when you both are out so she can hold it over your head and pout for a kiss.
making Christmas cookies. she's a sugar cookie girl. simple. easy to make. plus, she likes decorating them with frosting after but will complain that the frosting "makes them overly sweet" when she's the one that drenched it in red and green icing and snowflake sprinkles.
she always makes cookies to give to her dad. she always makes him a big tin full of different kinds. chocolate chip, sugar cookies, oatmeal cookies, snickerdoodles, gingerbread men.
she's actually quite a skilled baker. old family recipes she knows by heart. muscle memory usually kicks in when she kneads the dough. she hums when she bakes. while she waits for the oven, she'll do a little dance if she thinks you aren't looking.
she makes fresh bread and cakes and so many sweets around the holidays. she's not one to eat sweets, but she loves making them for friends or family.
she makes enough to feed a damn army of 5,000 gren men and then sends them with you to work for your coworkers or to your family.
"no, baby. you know I hate cookies and cake. just give it to your family. or I'm sure your boss would love 200 cookies, right?"
"sure, abs. sure. whatever you say." you playfully roll your eyes at your girlfriend as she has once again gone overboard with the Christmas cookies, just like last year and the year before that. it's tradition at this point.
getting custom Christmas stockings with your names on them. the stockings mean a lot to her. getting to fill your stocking with little gifts, candies, and love notes would bring the purest smile to her face. and seeing her stocking next to yours. she loves seeing it. she's always wanted that. wanted someone to make her a stocking with her name on it.
she would get alice one and put it next to both of yours. full it with dog treats and chew toys. she says it makes you three a family.
abby buys alice a new collar every year and gets those doggy Christmas sweaters. she gets alice bones to chew on and toys and clothes to wear. that dog is spoiled rotten.
abby would want to take "family photos" with you and alice. she has alice wear one of the shirts in the photos.
she like hires a photographer, and everything. you go out to some field or somewhere nice to take professional pictures. she hangs them in your apartment and makes a Christmas card with them to send to both her family and yours from "The Anderson Family."
"I hope it's okay I used my last name. I'm sure you'll end up taking it anyway."
when she says this, you about choke on your water. "i-" cough, cough, "Yeah, that's fine, baby. I'm sure you're right." you tease with a little wink.
abby gets you small gifts every day of December up until Christmas. a small bouquet of flowers, a little handwritten note, candies. simple things. she sees it as an extra excuse to spoil you. not that she ever needs one. but she's just a sappy romantic like that.
she always wants to come home to you as soon as she gets off work to cuddle up and watch some Christmas movies, and warm up the apartment by cooking you dinner or baking.
abby probably isn't one of those people who's crazy particular about the ornaments on the tree. like they don't have to be all the same colors and shit. she would like handmade ones more. ones that were passed down in the family. sentimental ones.
she always puts the same star on the tree every year. one her dad got her as a gift. it'd very important to her. she packs it in a metal box wrapped in bubble wrap and blankets to keep it safe.
but she refuses to get on the ladder and out it on the tree. she's too scared of heights. she won't get further than the first step on the ladder.
"abby, cmon. just put the star on the tree. I'll get the ladder."
"No! I can't. what if I fall and break my neck?" she asks with puppy eyes and a big pout.
"abs are you serious? the chances of that are, like, zero!" you argue back to the muscled woman before you, "besides you're taller than me."
instead of arguing back, she picks you up in her massive arms and hoists you to sit on her shoulder.
"abby!"
"there. now you're taller. now you have to do it"
she wears boxers with Christmas prints on them. snowmen, reindeer, santa, snowflakes.
you guys are bickering about something meaningless, and to lighten the mood, she just unbutton her pants and push them down to her knees to reveal boxers with a mistletoe print on them then yell, "kiss it then!"
you can't help but burst into laughter and clutch your stomach as you double over in a fit of laughter.
abby looks at you with a cheeky grin, "still mad at me, baby?"
abby is a fanatic about Christmas lights. she likes going to the park closer to Christmas to see all the lights at night. she'd be so excited. begging to go every night until they take them down.
she brings you to the annual anderson family dinner. the first time she brought you, she was so excited, but you were so nervous.
she was practically bouncing with joy when her dad brought you into a tight hug the moment he met you. he immediately started to talk your ear off. making you feel welcome.
you are definitely invited to next year's dinner.
a/n: feedback is always welcome!
#abby anderson#the last of us#abby anderson tlou2#abby the last of us#abby tlou#tlou#the last of us 2#ellie x fem reader#ellie x reader#ellie the last of us#ellie williams#ellie tlou#abby and lev#abby and ellie#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson x you#abby anderson x female reader#abby anderson x y/n#abby anderson x black reader#tlou2#abby angst#mine
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for the wrapped playlist ask game:
Stucky & number 12
Hi anon! Thanks for sending me a prompt! #12 on my list was Love You For A Long Time by Maggie Rogers.
tags: post-CW, canon divergence, fluff, early morning, established relationship, pillow talk
And in the mornin’ when I’m wakin’ up
I swear that you’re the first thing that I’m thinkin’ of
I feel it in my body, know it in my mind, oh, I
I’m gonna love you for a long time
There’s a lot to love about their Brooklyn apartment. Heated floors, for one, which is a luxury he wishes they had back in their century.
The thing he loves the most is how at ease Bucky seems to be in their home. For a long time after he came back, there was always a wariness around him; in the tense muscle of his back, in the clench of his jaw, or the suspicion in his eyes. As they’ve settled, so has Bucky. He’s all around their apartment, from the bookshelves filled with dog-eared paperbacks and sprawling plants, to the soft blankets and candy bar wrappers that find their way stuffed between the couch cushions. This is home and Bucky is happy.
And it makes Steve happy too.
One thing that they don’t love about their apartment is that it overlooks a small park that includes a soccer pitch — that has early morning weekend games. There’s the sharp sound of a whistle and then shouts and yells from three floors below them.
Bucky groans, voice muffled by his pillow. “Please tell me it’s a normal time.”
“It’s just after 8am,” Steve replies.
“But it’s Sunday.” Bucky rolls over to face his boyfriend. “We need to move.”
“We love this apartment.”
“Just for the weekends then.”
Steve's laugh is a low rumble. He’s been awake for half an hour already, happy to just listen to Bucky’s soft snoring and the sounds of their city outside until the kids and their parents slowly filtered into the park and filled it with noise.
“Wanna go to brunch?” he suggests. Neither of them are fans of brunch but it seems to be a thing that people do in this century. Bucky likes overpriced lattes and Steve likes the pastries that always seem to be mashing up two different foods. Cronuts? He’s a big fan of those.
Bucky lets out an irritated huff and glances towards the windows where their blinds are still closed but the early spring sun is creeping through. It’s warm under the covers and Bucky likes to spend at least forty minutes dozing on-and-off before actually getting up to face the day.
Steve likes this time too, with their legs tangled under the covers and their fingers grazing the lines of their bodies with no other intent than just to be close to one another. They talk about a lot of things, not just the plans for the day or things they want to do that week. Sometimes Bucky will ask about a memory — now less unsure than he used to be — and other times he’ll talk about something he wants to do in the future. It makes Steve’s heart leap whenever Bucky talks about months or years down the line.
It means he’s going to stay. (Not that Steve really doubt it, but it’s nice to hear anyway.)
This morning Bucky is talking about how they used to play baseball down at the park when they were kids, but at least they had the decency not to play so early on Sunday mornings.
“That’s cos we had to go to church, Buck,” Steve reminds him. “We’d play in our Sunday clothes and get clipped around the ear.”
Bucky’s hand automatically goes to his ear at the memory and it makes Steve’s heart clench in the best way. There’s another loud whistle and Bucky groans, closing his eyes sleepily and launching into a rant about how soccer isn’t even American so why does he have to be subjected to it when he’s old and retired now.
To think that five years ago, Steve was in this new century alone. Now he has this.
“Thanks for coming back to me,” Steve says, a few minutes after Bucky’s quietened and the pull of sleep coaxes him down from his complaints.
Bucky pops an eye open and smiles.
“Thanks for coming back for me.”
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4 ☆ Town Wakes Up Next to You ! ! Part 2
Disclamer: Jesse's children in this fanfic are twins and are both boys, Johnne and Jorden. Johnee is green and Jorden is orange.
Jesse
Today was a good day for you, Jesse, and his kids! All four of you would spend the entire day together, going out to eat, playing in the park, and spending time at home. Though today wasn't as easy you'd thought it'd be.
Jesse's twins aren't the easiest in the world. You remember him saying "My children are angels, I promise :3." Now don't get me wrong, they're some of the sweetest boys u would ever meet. You'd make googoo eyes every time you saw them. ♡ They were just a little too energetic. I mean they were kids, of course they would be energetic. But it was like every time they saw you, they couldn't help but get excited. They just love you so much!! TwT
It was 5pm. You, Jesse, and the twins were playing cops and robbers in the living room. "FWEEZE!!" says one twin. "LET THE HOSTAGE GO, ROBBEWS!" Jesse replies in a rough but playful voice, "Don't take another step!" you following with the same tone, "You give us the lifetime supply of candy or your Johnne here and everyone in SWEETS INC. (made up candy factory) gets it!!" The twins both silently laugh, trying not to break character. The captive brother yells, "Just give them what they want JOWDEN!!" he didn't know what to do, save his one and only brother from execution, or save the candy enjoyed by the beloved citizens (stuffed animals)...He made a decision. "Fine...I'll give you what you want."
He threw the plastic keys over to you and his dad. Jesse grabbed the keys, opening the toy chest filled with many pieces of candy inside. He looked inside the chest, then saying with a satisfying smile, "Yep. This is the good stuff." The tiny giggling child then says, "Now give me my brothew back!" .....you and Jesse grinned in a sinister manner. "HAHAHAHA! You fell right into our trap!" you exclaim. Jesse follows with, "Say goodbye to your brother, Jorden." "NOOOOOO!!" ,Jorden yells with laughter on the side. You and Jesse attack Johnne with the most powerful tickels the twins could ever imagine. As Johnne was laughing to his little heart's content, Jorden joined the tickle fight, with tickles to your necks. Out of surprise, you both let go of the hysterical baby boy. Jorden then grabs his brother running away from the robbers. Jesse almost immediately gets up chasing after them. Laughing, he says "Get back here! We're not through with you yet!" You then follow him.
As Jesse's running, he steps on a toy car and falls backwards, landing on his back. "AGH!!!" He winces in pain. Everyone else immediately stops to focus on him. The twins both yell in worry, "DADDY!!" You then follow with, "Oh my gosh!" All three of you circled Jesse in panic checking to see if he was ok. "Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry." He says, giving a strained laugh. You sigh in HUGE relief as the twins hugged him. You ask Jesse "Can you stand up?" "Of course I can. Just let me- OW. Ow. ow." He tries to stand up, but ends up back on the floor due to his back. He plants his head on the floor in defeat, saying "I guess not. 😑" You knew that he wouldn't be able to move around, considering his back really hurting. Apart of you wanted to take care of your beloved boyfriend, but the other part wanted to play and care for his beloved boys as well. And you knew that since Jesse's in pain, he wouldn't be able to play with his kids either. So you made a decision.
You began to calm down, telling him "Ok. Come on." You help him up, wrapping his left arm around your shoulders. "I'll take you upstairs and let you rest while I stay down here and play with the boys." Jesse looks at you in concern. He asks you "Y/N, are you sure? I can stay down here and-" You cut him off with a kiss to his cheek. He sighs, immediately being reassured, blushing a little as well. "It's fine, I got it. You have nothing to worry about, sweetie." You help him up to his bedroom and lay him down in his king sized bed. You got him under the comforter, following with walking in the bathroom, going in the medicine cabinet searching for the Tylenol. You gave him the pills and a bottle of water. "Now you just relax and I'll take care of Johnne and Jorden." Right when you said their names, the little cuties peeked from behind the door frame. Jorden asked worrying for his father "Is Daddy gonna be okay?" "Yeah" said Johnne. You reassure them "Oh, of course he is. You two have nothing to worry about. But before Daddy takes a nap, how about giving him hugs and kisses?" They shuffled around the bed and to Jesse to give him their love. Jesse replies "Awww thank you guys. Don't worry I'll be better, I promise." They both say simultaneously "Ok.☺️" "Alright boys, let's leave Daddy to sleep while we go play some more." Johnne took your left hand while Jorden took your right and followed you out of the room. You then closed Jesse's door. Jesse already yawning from the softness of his bed, quickly fell asleep.
It was past 10pm. He had woken up on the left side, faced towards the window, still being pretty tired. As he looked outside, he noticed it was dark. He slept quite a bit. As fast as he noticed the darkness outside, he remembered you and the kids. His back was feeling much better, so he could get out of bed. But right when he got on his feet, he stopped, looking at the right side of his bed. At first he was shocked, but then the shock quickly turned into happiness, and relief. Why? Because of you three of course. There were you, Jorden and Johnne laying on his bed safe, sound, and sleeping. As Jesse slept, you played with the boys, watched kids' movies, bathed them, put them in their new Paw Patrol pj's and brushed their teeth. But right when you lead them to their bedroom, they both had asked you "Can we sleep in Daddy's room please?" Looking at their adorable faces, you obviously couldn't resist. So that's what you did. Read them a couple bedtime stories, and here you are, sleeping right with them.
Jesse looked at you with love and pride in his eyes. He then said quietly, "That's my lover." He snuggled back into bed with you three, kissed each and every one of your heads, and fell asleep. But right before then, he yawned, saying,
"This is my family. ♡"
WHEW! Took a damn minute, but I did it. Sorry guys for taking so long. Please accept and appreciate this fanfic of Jesse and his children as my apology 😊😅
HUGS AND KISSES ♡
#4town#turning red#4townie#4town jesse#pixar turning red#4town taeyoung#4town aaron t#4town robaire#4town aaron z#pixar
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Farmer’s Market Pastry Chef and Man part 2
The pastry chef was wasn’t shocked at their boyfriends weight gain, they were of course aware of what they were feeding him. But they were still surprised at his enthusiasm, as quiet as he may be. It had gotten to the point that their boyfriend was the same weight as them, 180lbs, and he was on a fast track to 200lbs.
They had to move stock of their pastries for the Farmer’s Market to a colleague’s facility, because their boyfriend had told them it was too tempting to keep in the apartment. He said he hadn’t touched any of them yet, but the chef could tell that some boxes had been moved.
With catering gigs, the chef was becoming more busy and had less time to prepare and think about feeding their partner. The chef would come home late and their boyfriend would come rushing to the door to plant a prompt and sincere kiss on their cheek.
“How did your day go?” He would ask, taking the chefs bag and hanging it up.
“Busy, tiring, a bit irritating, but overall it was good.” The chef replied. “We got four more weddings booked. I don’t see things letting up for a long time.”
Their boyfriend turned down his mouth slightly. “You sure you’re not able to get a bit of time off?”
The chef sighed. “No, I’m locked in. I have holidays scheduled for the last week of July, which we still need to plan a trip for, but until then, the only way I’m getting off work is if I’m sick or injured.”
Their boyfriend made a playfully disappointed face. “Couldn’t you say you’re lovesick?” He draped his arms around the chef’s neck and pulled them towards him. Their bellies pressed together and he looked into their eyes.
They snorted. “No.” They pulled him closer and gave a gentle kiss on his forehead. “Only in my dreams.”
“Well I’m starving, we haven’t, y’know,” He glances over to the kitchen. “In twenty four days.”
“You’re counting days? What about hours?” The chef smiled.
Their boyfriend furrows his brow slightly, his newly pudgy chin scrunching. “It just feels like, ever since I got close to your size you’ve been avoiding helping me gain.” He says. “I’m better at it with you, but I wonder if…”
The chef waits for him to continue. “What? You wonder if what?”
The man sighs. “Don’t be mad, but I wonder if you’d rather have me be smaller.”
The chef listens. “Smaller than me, you mean.”
He fidgets, looking away. “Y-yeah. Honestly. And I know that’s a terrible thing to say but-“
“No, no, I get it.” The chef butts in. “Maybe, subconsciously I feel a bit like that, but I don’t want to be working overtime either. I’d much rather be with you. I’ve just been completely wiped recently.”
He nods quietly, “I know it was a stupid thing to say-“
The chef takes his fidgeting hands into theirs. “It’s fine. Listen, how about we watch something on TV for-“ They glance at the wall clock. “-half an hour, and you go pick out a bunch of snacks?”
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The two settle on the couch, with the man’s impromptu late night snack haul pulled from the kitchen. Leftover fried rice, most of a pint of cotton candy ice cream (his favourite, they couldn’t stand it) and a unopened jumbo box of saltines. They chose something to watch and their boyfriend was turned sideways facing them. He was looking expectantly at the chef.
The chef leaned into him, and whispered in his ear. “Be a dear and clean out that ice cream, I honestly don’t know how it’s still here. I thought you loved it? I thought you were obsessed with it. Why isn’t it melting in your mouth and filling that gut of yours?”
The chef pulled away, smirking as their boyfriend quickly grabbed the pint and spoon, practically flinging the lid off. He immediately began shoveling the ice cream into his mouth, pale pink cream staining around his lips. The chef gives gentle words of praise as the pint is cleared out in almost record fashion. Their boyfriend licks off his lips and tears open the box of saltines. The chef raises their eyebrows a bit, impressed by the speed.
Their boyfriend is aggressively mashing on crackers, taking swigs of pop in between. One sleeve gone, two sleeves gone, three sleeves gone. The man gets the chef’s help to shimmy out of his pants, and the chef hands their boyfriend the fourth sleeve of crackers while rubbing his belly under his shirt. His breath is whistling through his nose as he tosses aside the wrapper from the fourth sleeve, hands out begging for more. The chef grabs the last two sleeves.
“My, you are doing well. Can you do even more?” They say as they tilt the crackers towards him. He finishes chewing and swallows, nodding assertively.
“You need to say ‘yes’ or surrender.” The chef says.
Their boyfriend breathes in deeply, eyes fixed on theirs. “Yes, chef.”
They hand the sleeves over, although they are more pulled straight out of their hands, and he rips them open. Fifth sleeve down, sixth sleeve down. He reaches for the room temperature fried rice and the chef, somewhat surprised, slaps his hand away.
“You ought to give it a rest now.” They say.
He shakes his head. “Let me, please.”
The chef warms. He was slowly getting more comfortable asserting himself than he was at the beginning of their relationship, but he still craved guidance. “Can you?”
Their boyfriend nodded, and he rolled his shirt up to his chest. He put a hand on it, overlaying his stretch marks, symbols of his rapid gains. “I can.”
The chef was thrilled, and quickly took the rice into the kitchen to heat up, returning to determined eyes and an open mouth. The chef held it behind their back and bent over touching their nose to his. “Kiss first.”
He obliged, wet and salty, a kiss for a long moment, before pulling away and looking expectantly. The chef handed over the rice. Soon it was empty, and their boyfriend reclined on the couch, hands resting on top of his belly. The chef sat next to him, rubbing his belly as burped and moaned.
“Who would’ve know how good you’d look with an extra fifty pounds added onto you.” The chef mused. “130lbs to 180lbs in six months is impressive.”
“I got to your weight,” their boyfriend breathes. “How long do you think it takes to be double your weight?”
The chef’s heart sang. “I hadn’t actually thought about that.”
“Well, you better.” He said, looking the chef in the eyes. “Make me huge, babe. I love this, and you, but I need help. Will you help me?”
The chef’s heart raced. When they agreed to their first date with this man they never would have imagined that he would be so taken with feederism. The man burps again, stretching slightly. The chef’s hands are still stroking his belly, so soft, so full. The chef looks into their boyfriend’s eyes, mystified on how they could be so lucky.
“Yes,” the chef replies. “I will.”
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Houseplants and Cuties
hey, look- i just got eddy from the boardwalk vendors, Xiao "Ezio" Qian An
The call of the street vendors down a port’s boardwalk fills the air with noise, each one vying for the attention of the passersby that may stop and take a glance at the various trinkets laid out along the way. It’s not uncommon to see someone take an abrupt stop in their jog to look around, the rustle of single-use plastic bags ever present with the constant in and out exchanges of people.
One particular boy with medium-length, somewhat moppy, dark brown hair and blonde highlights took little interest in the majority of the stalls; happy to continue along his way back to the apartment not far from the boardwalk. In his left hand, a bag of fresh fruit already chaotically jumbled together in a pile, some fruit vendor already striking lucky with his sales for the day. The fruits were cheap- perhaps Ezio may have gone a little overboard with his… choices already. (A dollar a pound for peaches? How could he resist?).
He wore a simple button down tee left unbuttoned and some pair of shorts today; as casual as a saturday morning stroll, really. The boy hadn’t planned to stay out for long, just the thought of his boyfriend waiting at home was enough to add a bounce to his step. Maybe if he were lucky enough, Casper would still be rolling around in their shared bed like the cutie he was, messy bed hair, groggy eyes and all- oh, the way his heart flutters at the mere thought. Ezio really was so lucky; his boyfriend was so soft and sweet- sweet enough to daresay take a bite out of, if he were candy (-or even if he wasn’t… shh). A mild sweet tooth, of course.
And Ezio really had full intentions of heading back without another detour after his Saturday errands. He would have made it out of the stalls perfectly fine- if the last one of the lot hadn’t been filled to the brim with greenery and flowers. It hung from every corner of the stall, climbing up every leg of the tent that shaded the rest of the botanicals from the scorching sun. Under said tent, an old man sat reclined in his little camper’s chair, a straw hat tilted onto his face as he dozed off in the warm sea breeze.
Immediately, Ezio knows he has to make a stop- not because they needed one, but the boy himself couldn’t bear to resist. Their little apartment needn’t more houseplants. They had enough hanging from the balcony, sporadically around the living area- even the bathroom had its own little vines hanging from one of the shelves above the toilet. And yet- a boy with a mild plant obsession couldn’t be stopped so simply- or logically.
And so, of course without much thought, Ezio stops to take a look around. The vendor doesn’t stir, but the boy isn’t phased. There’s much to wander through here, but Ezio’s attention almost immediately pinpoints a small little pot somewhere off to the side. Unobtrusive. A little leafy plant; perfect for the apartment, Ezio thinks.
Immediately, the boy digs out his phone that had been carelessly slipped into his pocket to snap a quick picture. With nimble fingers, he taps a very familiar contact at the very top of his list to send the ‘new addition’ in for Casper to see.
lover boy 💫: look at what i found at the boardwalk today!!
[image sent]
lover boy 💫: isnt he cute?? i think we could put him by the balcony or window sill with the rest of the plants- he’d have some buddies!!
lover boy 💫: he looks lonely here alone
lover boy 💫: thats it, i’m rescuing him and calling him eddy… meet eddy the new houseplant 😊
Without waiting for a reply, Ezio grins to himself and waves at the vendor, a soft “Um, excuse me?” left hanging in the air for a second or two before the elderly man is practically falling out of his chair to tender his cash. The boy couldn’t help but chuckle and wave his hand in front of him, as if gesturing for the elderly man to take his time. But it doesn’t take long for Ezio to be handing him the cash in exchange for the little leafy fellow.
After bidding the vendor 'goodbye’, he brings the little potted houseplant close to his face, and the boy’s eyes gleam in glee.
“Looks like you’re coming home with me- there are many friends waiting for you~ Except don’t mind the cute boy who also happens to live in the house… he’s mine.” He says to no one in particular (other than the plant), tone mockingly serious for a heartbeat or two. And then a cheerful laugh, unbothered.
(“Yo, Casper! I’m home- and if you saw my messages, I brought home Eddy just as I promised too~.”)
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#these plant filled apartments/homes is such eye candy to me#and it makes me wanna adopt lots of new plants and up my interior game like .. a lot#cottagecore#interior#plants#cats#animals#cozycore#cosycore#apartment#interior design#home interior styles#home inspo#modernism#greenery#art#books#light academia aesthetic#living room#velvet couch#warmcore#flowers#flowercore#photography
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- what falling in love with yuta feels like -
yuta okkotsu x reader
alternate title: a love letter to a quiet beauty
falling in love with yuta feels like having your first taste of cotton candy.
his laughter was as sweet as spun sugar, and his kisses were as addictive as melted cotton candy against your lips.
everything about yuta was soft- from his hair to his gentle true blue eyes that drew you in like a moth to a flame.
he was an infinite reservoir filled with kindness;
he was a man who wasn't afraid to wear his heart on his sleeve, flashing his every emotion with his expressive eyes that you knew you could get lost in;
but most of all, he was the one you gave yourself whole-heartedly to.
falling in love with yuta feels like taking cover from the rain together.
the storm was lightly pounding against the windows of your shared apartment, splattering heavy droplets of rain as the dark clouds paints your room in grey hues.
despite the depressing weather, you couldn't bring yourself to feel the tiniest ounce of sadness. after all, today marked the first day your beloved had come home after such a long mission away from you.
you bask in the way his arms lightly encircle around your waist, feeling his soft and gentle breaths tickle at your skin as you slowly came closer to him.
with your face now pressed gently against the base of his throat, you allowed yourself the pleasure of kissing him. you relished in the warmth of him- knowing that you would never forget the scent of him for as long as you lived.
shutting your eyes, you breathe him in, whispering his name with a reverence you felt vibrating from the very depths of your soul. yuta evoked so many powerful emotions from you, so much so that you felt yourself sympathizing with rika orimoto and the all consuming love she had for yuta.
silently, you thank rika for protecting yuta with her strength even after her death and closed your eyes-
you already knew your dreams would be filled with yuta even before drifting off.
falling in love with yuta was like being forever protected by a loving shadow.
"yuu, i don't see why you want to go with me so badly. i'm just picking up some groceries to cook your favorite meal. it'll only take 30 minutes tops."
he pouts at you, arms coming around your form as he rests his head against your shoulder, "don't care. i wanna go with you anyways because i can't stand being away from you."
"what if i want to surprise you with dinner?" you ask him with a giggle, only to see him pout even more at you, "then i'll just close my eyes as you're buying the ingredients."
his cute answer makes you flick at his forehead. "you're such a dork."
"yeah, i'm your dork."
after bickering back and forth for the last 5 minutes, you finally cave in and let yuta accompany you. as you both stepped out of your shared apartment, yuta makes sure to lock the door before holding out his arm for you to take.
even when walking together, yuta made sure to always walk near the side of the road while you stayed closer to the sidewalk. it didn't matter the sheer amount of times yuta had done this before, the sentiment was enough to make your heart race as your eyes began to glimmer with unshed tears.
yuta notices your soft sob and looks down at you, panicking while placing both hands on your shoulder, "honey, are you okay?!"
instead of answering him, you plant both hands on his face, framing his handsome features before pressing your lips against his. you didn't care about the tears that ran down your face or the fact that yuta could taste the saltiness of them against your skin.
you were the one who pulled away first, leaving yuta in a dazed expression as he softly called out your name, "what was that for?"
you shake your head, choosing instead to wrap your arms around his back as you hugged him tightly, "i just love you so fucking much, you know?"
no words were needed to convey yuta's answer to your admission, for you felt it in the way he tightens his arms around you, never daring to let go.
falling in love with yuta was diving into a lifelong commitment, forging yet another unbreakable bond together.
after a particularly long night spent loving one another, with yuta bringing you nothing but the sweetest pleasure all throughout the night, you were exhausted and out of breath.
yet still, yuta remained hovering above you, eyes still dilated from the passion he spent loving on you. with a gentleness that you had never felt before, yuta picks up the back of your hand, placing butterfly kisses against your knuckles as he whispered your name over and over again like a mantra.
with a desperation felt clawing at you, you lift yourself up towards him, meeting his eager lips once more as you kissed him. you were quickly becoming addicted to him, needing more of his sweet taste as you prayed that your kiss would convey your undying devotion to him.
this time, yuta pulls away from the kiss first, making you whine at the sudden loss of him. "wait, there's something i need to give you."
using the bed sheets to cover his naked body, you watch with curiosity as he rummages through his nightstand, asking you to close your eyes for a moment.
you do as he says, shutting your eyes as you felt yuta slide something cool and heavy on your ring finger. "okay, y-you can open them."
he sounds nervous. you muse to yourself, yet follow his instructions all the same. only when you opened your eyes and look down to see a gorgeous ring with your favorite gemstone settled in the middle of it did you finally let out a gasp.
"i love you." yuta's voice was husky, interlocking your fingers together with his as you both looked down at the beautiful engagement ring he had given you. "i want you to be tied to me for the rest of my life, my greatest dream is for you to take me as your husband. so please, marry me. say yes and i promise i'll make you so fucking happy."
unable to answer him with words, you shake your head and fling yourself into his open arms, resuming your kiss with him as your tears returned, "of course you dork, i'll marry you."
you hear yuta let out a choked laugh before gently laying you back in bed, going back to kissing your hand as he uses his knee to pry your legs apart once more, "this calls for another round of 'celebration', right?"
feeling the heat pool against your cheeks, you simply respond by wrapping your legs around his waist, readying yourself for more of your fiancé's love.
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Shang Chi ONE SHOT/SMUT
storyline: You barely know Shang Chi, but you volunteered to help him move his things into his new apartment.
Characters: (Y/N), Shang Chi and Katy
VIEWER DISCRETON IS ADVISED WARNING: PURE SMUT!! unprotected sex and other stuff lol
“Thanks for helping me unpack my stuff (Y/N) I’m always used to doing literally everything on my own so it’s nice to have help every now and again” Shang Chi smiled and wiped his kitchen countertop off with a towel.
“ No problem. A friend of Katy’s is a friend of mine and trust me growing up at an early age isn’t always fun” you stated while setting down the last box next to his soon-to-be bedroom. It was kind of weird thinking that Shang Chi and I never worked together or been on the same shift, but I always saw him around and I know how close he is with your coworker/friend Katy. You and Katy always had many shifts together but I wish you could swap shifts with Katy one day so you could get to know this eye candy Shang Chi.
“ By the way, I ordered some pizza for us, I thought it would be the least amount of gratitude I could give you.” He sheepishly smiled
“That’s really sweet of you, but trust me I could miss a couple meals” you and Shang Chi both laughed in unison.
Shang Chi playfully threw his cleaning towel toward your direction and you smoothly dodged it with a slight playful look on your face.
“Hey don’t beat up the only help you have around here” raising your eyebrows.
“Trust me there are other things I rather do with you than beat you up” He winked and walked backward toward the back hallway of his loft. “I’m going to go take a quick shower, you can join me if you like” He turned around and disappeared into the hallway.
You stood dumbfounded by what this man just said to you, and you only knew him for a day. You haven’t gotten laid in awhile, and he was the cutest guy you have seen in a very long time. You shook your head and came back to your senses. You need to head home for the day and focus on yourself. You took a deep breath and walked down the hall to the bathroom door. You stood in front of the door and faintly heard the shower water running. Before your knuckles could come into contact with the door to knock, Shang Chi opened the door and swiftly pulled you in by your wrist.
“(Y/N) I always wanted to talk to you but I never knew how to approach you, but now that I have you where I want you, I’m not going to let you slip through my fingers” he brushed his thumb across your lower lip and kissed you deeply. You kissed him back hungrily and tangled your fingers into his jet black soft hair. You broke the kiss and caught your breath.
“Shang Chi please fuck me” You whispered into his ear, and looked into his eyes pleading.
He stared into your eyes and hungrily kissed you understanding every word you just told him.
You moan into the kiss and lust begins to overcome the humidity that already accumulated in the bathroom. In a quick daze you both peel off every piece of clothing before entering the shower. You imagined what his toned chest and arms looked like under his shirt but it looked even more amazing seeing his muscular body right in front of you. The hot water dripped over your naked body as you entered the shower. Shang Chi helped you in making sure you wouldn’t fall. His eyes never leaving your body, he gently grabbed your waist and looked at your body with admiration. He smirked to himself and without wasting time began to devour your neck with multiple butterfly kisses. You moan and hold onto his back to balance yourself. His hands began to explore every curve of your body before giving you a quick squeeze. You only felt your wetness between your legs increase more from his touch all over your body.
“Turn around” he gently demanded. You do as you’re told and place your hands against the tiled wall facing you. You feel his hands grab your waist and align his hips with yours. He pressed his chest against your back and whispered in your ear in almost like a sweet and dominant manner “Now I’m going to make you mine” He grabbed your waist and you slowly felt his hard member slip into your wetness with ease. You close your eyes and push your hips against him to adjust to his size. Shang Chi pushed himself further into you and gently planted more kisses on the crest of your neck. Your moans begin to get louder every inch he pushes into you. He began to thrust back and forth while listening to you moan out his name. You started to rock your hips wanting each thrust to fill you up. He begins to gradually increase his pace, feeling you tighten around his member while his hands cupped your breasts and you heard him growl in your ear whispering sweet nothings more. Your knees were weak and he reached his fingers over your clit and rubbed it increasingly at the same time. You cry out his name and grab hold onto his arm that was rubbing your clit. You feel your orgasm on the horizon and close your eyes from the immense pleasure.
“No don’t cum just yet” He huskily said, before turning you back around and picking you up against the wall and fucking you senseless with your legs wrapped around his waist. You moaned with every thrust and every hit that reached your g spot while he studied every expression on your face enjoying the immense pleasure on your face. You couldn’t believe someone who was so sweet could be such an animalistic sexual being, Your nails pierced into his back and your toes began to curl until you reached your climax.
Shang Chi followed right after and gently let you down. He tilted your chin and slowly gave you a passionate kiss. “You were definitely worth the wait” he said in a low tusk voice. He turned off the running water and helped you get out of the shower.
While you both gathered your clothes off the bathroom floor, the doorbell rang.
“Oh it’s probably the pizza guy. I’ll be back” Shang Chi said while putting on his pants.
Shang chi quickly jogged to the door with only his pants on and hurriedly apologized
“Sorry for the-”
“Jesus, how long does it take to answer a door?” Katy said with an attitude, before she could even protest more. Katy sees you walking in the living room buttoning up your blouse.
You instantly freeze shocked that it was Katy and not some pizza delivery guy.
Katy looks at Shang Chi shirtless and then back at you with her mouth wide open and eyebrows raised.
You and Shang Chi looked at each other with a look of embarrassment just as speechless as Katy.
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[7:06 PM] Oikawa X You
LOG #8 OF MY HAIKYUU!! TIMESTAMP DRABBLES
CHARACTERS: Oikawa Toru X You
WORD COUNT: 1,200+
GENRE: fluff | comfort
TRIGGER WARNING: mild separation anxiety
SPOILERS: n/a
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A smile unconsciously drew itself across your lips at the feeling of Oikawa's hair between your fingertips. You've always liked his chocolate locks, even more when you were carding your hands through them. You sat on the couch while he was on the floor, shoulders between your legs. He's busy watching a volleyball match on his phone, no doubt knit-picking details from the players he could possibly go against. He's in the zone, and you know he could not be bothered when he decides to concentrate on this particular endeavor.
You didn't mind the stretches of silence between the two of you, satisfied with just being a latent presence moving around him. You understood the pressure that was on him being an international athlete, and if he wants time for it, you weren't going to stop him. It makes him happy. And if he's happy, you can rest easy.
But that wasn't always the case.
You hummed as you bent down slightly, catching his scent in the air as you inhaled deeply. He smelled like summers of old, faded roses and candy floss, the distinct hints heightening over the others depending on the circumstances. At that moment, he was a direct line to things which reminded you of happiness and easier days under the warmth of the sun just as summer gives up to fall.
Unable to hold back, you placed both your arms on his shoulders, burying your nose at the back of his head. You luxuriated in the smooth strands of his hair tickling your cheeks, the scent of his shampoo filling your senses. You nuzzled his nape, lightly brushing your lips on the side of his neck before wrapping your arms around him and propping your chin on his shoulder.
"What are you doing?" he asked, feigning annoyance except that you could hear the smile in his tone.
"Clamoring for your attention?" you offered to which he chuckled. You weren't one to do that, not even where he was concerned, knowing how independent you are that he felt useless where taking care of you was involved. Instead, you took care of him.
"And you think you're succeeding by…sniffing me?"
"The fact that you noticed means I am," you countered. "I love smelling you."
Oikawa reached up, patting you on the head, his eyes still glued to his phone.
You pecked him on the spot just below his ear. "I want my boyfriend back."
"You're holding onto him."
As if on cue, your eyes started to feel hot from behind, that tight feeling pervading your chest as you thought of how limited your time with him is. Most of his days were spent halfway around the world, the chances you could be with him, holding onto him like that, was when you felt dread the most. He will leave again, and you will have to adjust to his absence once more, the phase lasting for a rather long time before you're sure you are back on track again.
"Not for long." You withdrew, holding back the sobs that wanted to break free from your throat. You spoke in a steady tone because you didn't want him to worry. You want him to be happy by doing what he wanted, and you wanted nothing but to support him. But after all is said and done, you're only human, and you craved his presence constantly.
"Y/N, I wouldn't be leaving for another two weeks," he told you gently as you moved out of the couch, your feet hurriedly carrying you to the direction of the bedroom. "Baby, where are you going?"
You did not reply to his query, making a straight path towards the bed where you finally collapsed, curling into a fetal position as your tears silently fell. When you heard him enter the room, you grabbed a pillow and covered your face with it as if it would hide the evidence of your misery. You felt him sit beside you, tugging at it, but you held on tight, refusing to let him see your tears.
Instead of prying it off you, he laid down behind you, molding himself to the shape you've assumed. It was his turn to bury his face into your hair, doing as you did earlier as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and planting butterfly kisses on your nape and shoulders.
"As much as I hate seeing you cry, I'm relieved you feel that way at the prospect of me leaving," he told you then, his pretty voice ringing into your ears over the blood rushing to your head.
At that, you tossed the pillow away and faced him. You sniffed. "What's that supposed to mean? I always feel miserable when you leave."
Oikawa's lower lip jutted out at the sight of your tears. "You never show me. The last time I left, you hugged me, turned away and left."
"I didn't want to upset you. You're the one who's going to be on a long flight. You think I want you to see me crying beforehand?"
He cupped your face, wiping your tears with his thumbs, his touch tender and warm. "I upset you this much, huh?"
You shook your head. "Not you. Never you, Toru." You snuggled closer to him, relishing his warmth. "This is why I don't want you to see me like this. I will support you no matter what even if it means we need to be apart. But I do get crazy sad when you're away."
Your words were followed by silence from his end. He started planting kisses on the top of your head, his arms tightening around you.
"I've been meaning to ask you something for a while now," he broke the silence.
Looking up at him, you waited for him to speak further. He met your gaze, his bright eyes swirling with conflict.
"I would like you to come with me if you want to," he began. "I've been wanting to tell you that since the second time I came home, but I don't want you to just leave everything for me. I don't want you to think I don't support your endeavors."
Your eyes widened. "Move to Argentina, you mean?"
He nodded. "I thought it would be nice if we can spend more time together. It's kinda tiring not being able to see and hold you for long periods of time. And I thought it'd be a good way to take our relationship a step further."
You just blinked at him, unaware that he had such thoughts going on inside his head when you've had this agreement before, that if things didn't work out, you would both go your separate ways.
"You have the absolute say on it. I don't want to –"
You cut him short by seizing his lips with yours, hoisting yourself up to run your fingers into his hair and kissing him slow and gentle but with all the feeling of gratitude and love you felt for him. You held onto him, glad that you did for the last four years.
You withdrew, smiling when you saw the dazed look on his face. "I'll gladly leave everything for you, Toru. Hell, I'll learn Spanish for you."
"Yeah? You'll do that?" The eagerness and joy blooming into a smile on his face was unmistakable. That's all you wanted, his happiness. "I promise we'll come home as much as you want. I'll arrange it."
You snickered and hugged him, settling your head on the crook of his neck while your hand reached for his, twining your fingers together. "No need for that. As long as you're with me, I'm home."
-end-
God, that GIF!!! I'm like Fiona in "Shrek" with her little pink diary repeatedly saying, "Mrs. Fiona Charming" except my head goes, "Mrs. Oikawa *insert my name*." お願いだから、寝かせてください 、徹ちゃん。
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Always and Forever
Summary: Bucky met the love of his life in 1942 and she lost him in 1945.
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: Happy. Sweet. Then sad. Sad. Sad. Sad. I also wrote this in 40 minutes so if it’s shit... well at least it’s got Bucky in it.
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He met her in 1942.
The dancehall was filled with men twirling their ladies on the dance floor. The air was thick with laughter and joy. She was standing alone, drinking a small glass of wine, twirling her fingers around the rim of the wine glass. And Bucky saw her and almost lost his breath, losing feelings in his knees. She was so damn gorgeous in her light purple dress that went down to her knees and the sleeves went to her elbows with pearls around her neck. Her lips were painted red and he envied when she brought the wine glass to her lips.
“Now how is it the most beautiful woman here is all alone at the bar?” Bucky asks, a crooked grin on his lips with his hands tucked into his black plants. He wore his dress greens and his hat was slightly tilted on his head.
Y/N looked over at him from under her darkened eyelashes, a smile playing on her red lips, “Maybe I’m just waiting for the right man to ask me to dance.” She replied in a soft tone, her eyes examining every feature of his face. He was very handsome, but also cute in the way he had that boyish grin on his lips. His blue eyes were hypnotizing, possibly the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen.
Bucky took a step closer to her, “Well then, doll, may I have this dance?” He asks, holding his hand out for her to take. The tempo of the music changed from a quick paced song to a slow song played on a piano.
Y/N bit her bottom lip softly, her eyes flickering to his outstretched hand before back up to his eyes, “You may.” She said to him, setting her glass down on the bar and taking his hand in her’s. He lead her to the dance floor, gently placing one had on the small of her back and holding her hand against his chest. Y/N placed one hand up around the back of his neck, swaying in tune with him as she watched him closely with a small smile on her lips.
Bucky grinned down at her, a little bit in disbelief he was able to get her onto the dance floor with him. But another man’s loss was his treasure. He felt butterflies in his stomach at holding her close to him, finally finding his words, “What’s your name, doll?”
“Y/N Y/L/N.” She told him in her soft voice, “And what’s your name?”
“Sergeant James Barnes.” Bucky replied with a crooked grin, “But all my friends and pretty girls call me Bucky.”
“And which category do I fall into?” Y/N asks up to him, squeezing her hand in his gently.
Bucky couldn’t help but feel breathless at the squeeze of his hand from her, “Both, I’m hoping.” The rest of their dance was silent as they stared up into each other’s eyes. Bucky could swear he could feel electricity run through him with every touch she gave him, every light squeeze of his hand. It wasn’t long until the dancehall started to close up and people started clearing out. Bucky walked her out of the dancehall, arm around her waist gently as he walked her home like a gentleman. He was joking with her, making her laugh and it was like music to his ears. When he got to her front door to her apartment, he was grinning down at her, “Can I see you again, Y/N?”
Y/N smiled at him, tilting her head slightly allowing her curls to fall to one side of her neck, “I would be offended if you didn’t.” She replied, standing on her toes in her heels to press a kiss on his cheek that left an imprint on his skin due to her red lipstick, “Goodnight, Bucky.”
“Goodnight, doll.” Bucky’s face hurt with how large of a grin sat on his lips.
With that, their magical night ended. But it didn’t take long for them to see each other again and again. They were crazy about each other, always laughing and hanging off of each other that it caused old ladies to glare at their forwardness in public affection. Anytime Bucky saw Y/N, he would pick her up in his arms and spin her around leaving kisses on her nose, cheeks, and finally to her lips. He wore her red lipstick on his face proudly, never wiping it away. He took her to fairs, buying her all the cotton candy and winning all the stuffed animals they could carry. Bucky always had to be touching her whether it was holding her hand, his arm around her waist, his hand on the small of her back, or his arm dangling over her shoulders. He had proudly introduced Y/N to his best friend Steve, who although seemed a tad bit jealous of their relationship, became quick friends with Y/N. Bucky even introduced her to his family who adored her greatly.
They sat in Bucky’s car at the drive in movie, Bucky feeding her bits of popcorn and not even paying attention to the movie on the big screen in front of them. His full attention was on her, one arm wrapped around her shoulders. Once the popcorn in his free hand was gone, he grabs her chin between his fingers and pulls her face to look him in the eyes, “Y/N…” He began, “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, you know that? You drive me crazy, like literally crazy. I was wondering…” He paused, his face scanning her’s, “Will you be my girl?”
Y/N smiles over at him, chuckling a little at his question, “Sergeant Barnes, I thought I already was.” She said over to him softly, “That’s what I’ve been telling all my girlfriends anyway.”
Bucky beamed at her response, leaning towards her and kissing those red lips he loved so much. His arm around her shoulder pulled her in closer, deepening the kiss as he ran his tongue along her lower lip as if to beg to enter and when her lips parted, he didn’t waste anytime letting his tongue explore the inside of her mouth. They didn’t end up watching the rest of the movie, not that they were really paying attention in the first place. They couldn’t keep their lips off of each other, smiling at each other between kisses and giggling as well. Bucky drove her home and ended up sleeping next to her, being a perfect gentleman and not making any moves to go any further but also not letting her out of his grasp as they slept.
1943
Y/N stared at Bucky’s orders saying he would be shipped off to England in two days. Her eyes were brimming with tears, knowing he was watching her intently. She couldn’t imagine him leaving and what scared her more is if he would come back mentally or physically broken as many men did. She sniffled a little and slowly looked up to him, “I’m so very proud of you, Bucky.” She said, her voice breaking a little as she held back her sad feelings, “I just wish you could stay here safe with me.”
Bucky sighs deeply, pulling Y/N into his arms as he did many times before. He gently kisses the top of her head, rubbing a hand up and down her back, “I know, doll… But I have to go. Gotta keep the world safe for you.” He released his grip on her to move his hands to her cheeks, making her look at him as he stroked tears away from her cheeks with his thumbs, “I love you, Y/N.”
“I love you too, James.” Y/N replies softly, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss to his lips. She told herself she was going to spend the next few days memorizing the way his lips felt against her’s so she wouldn’t forget while he was away, “You need to tell Steve.”
Bucky sighs, nodding down to her slowly, “I know… I’ll tell him tomorrow. But tonight, it’s just me and my best girl. My only girl.” He said, smiling down at her. He spent the rest of the night making Y/N’s favorite meal and after dancing with her in the living room to the radio like the first night they met. He knew it was breaking Y/N’s heart that he would have to leave her and it was breaking his too. He looked down at her as they danced, her head rested on his chest as if she was listening to his heartbeat, “I promise I’ll make up all the lost time, doll.” He whispered down to her before leaving a gentle kiss on the top of her head.
The next day, Bucky went to tell Steve about his orders and then met up with him again at the Stark Expo. Y/N even brought a friend to try and press Steve into a double date, but he had managed to slip off with Barnes going to find him. When Bucky came back to Y/N, he told her Steve was trying to enlist again and that they had shared their goodbyes. Y/N apologized to her friend for the failed date but she didn’t seem that upset about it, going off with some other guy she had met while at the expo. Bucky spend the rest of the time on his last date with Y/N walking around the expo, kissing her and touching her any chance he could.
The next day, Y/N walked with Bucky to where his unit would be shipped off to England. Her tears had not stopped rolling down her cheeks since she had awoken. She had prayed that last night would just pause and she would have all the time in the world with him, dreading today. She bit her lip and looked up at him, “Bucky… Please come back to me.” She whispered up to him, “Please.”
Bucky did his best to smile down at her, his own eyes filled with tears but not letting them fall down his cheeks, “I promise I will, Y/N. You’re my girl, I need you.” He told her, pulling a small box out of his pocket and opening it in front of her, “Until then, do me a favor? Keep this ring on your finger to keep all the men away from my girl.”
Y/N smiled up to him, nodding, “Of course.” She said, holding out her left hand and letting him slide the ring onto her finger. Over the loud speaker a voice came on to let the soldiers know that it was the last chance to board. Y/N jumped into his arms, hugging him so tight that she was afraid to let go, “Oh Bucky, I love you. Be safe. Please. Don’t do anything stupid or reckless or be a hero. Just be my Bucky and come back to me.” She pleaded.
Bucky hugged her tightly, breathing in the scent of her perfume she always wore, “I will, doll. I will.” He whispered to her before pulling her in for a deep kiss. He wished he could stay in this moment forever, his lips against her’s but he pulled away and placed his hands on her cheeks, “I love you so much. Always and forever.”
Y/N did her best to smile although she was sure she looked like a wreck, “I love you. Always and forever.” She watched him release her and pick up his bag, heading towards the rest of his unit that was boarding. He looked back at her a few times with a smile and she tried her best to smile back at him until he was out of view.
1945
As promised, Y/N kept the ring on her finger to deter any man from getting to close to her. There had been many letters back and forth between her and Bucky but it was never enough no matter how many pages were in the envelopes. Her heart ached for his return and it had been two long years since she had felt his touch. She spent a lot of time with Bucky’s family, more specifically his sister Rebecca.
A knock at her door interrupted her thoughts as she was baking cookies to comfort herself. She pulled off the oven mitt and opened the door, her heart dropping instantly when she saw two men dressed in military greens at her door. She brought her hand to cover her mouth, shaking her head as she couldn’t believe what she was seeing in front of her.
“Are you Miss. Y/L/N?” One of the men ask and Y/N just managed to nod slightly, feeling her knees weaken, “"I have been asked to inform you that your fiancé has been reported dead in Austria. Sergeant Barnes fell from a train on a mission with the Howling Commandos. On the behalf of the Secretary of Defense, I extend to you my deepest sympathy in your great loss.”
Y/N collapsed to the floor, tears running down her cheeks as she let out loud wails in her heartbreak, “He promised..” She sobs out, “He promised always and forever…”
Present Time
Bucky walked up to the stone grave, Y/N's name etched into the stone. It pained him every time he saw a different last name from his etched in stone but he was happy she found love again. He visited whenever he could and it always made tears well up in his eyes. He repeated the same thing he always did when he came to her grave, "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I broke every promise I made to you. I did the stupid and reckless things like you told me not to do." He said, kneeling down and placing the sunflowers on the grass next to the stone before running his fingers of his flesh hand over her name, "But I still love you, doll. Always and forever. You're my best girl. My only girl."
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Sketches
Pairing: George Weasley x reader
Word count: 2.1k
Summary: Y/N likes drawing people. More specifically, she likes drawing George Weasley. Which is fine, until she loses her notebook and George is the one who finds it.
A/N: Okay so because of lockdown and me having legit nothing to do i spent the last 2 days writing this fic for @teawiththeweasleys writing challenge and i couldnt wait to share it with you. im lowkey very proud of it so i hope you all like it
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Ever since Y/N was a little girl she was always drawing whether it was scribbles of her family, animals, magical creatures or plants, you could always find the girl with a pencil and paper somewhere nearby. For as long as she could remember her home was covered in her drawings, Y/N’s mum and dad would frame and hang up all of their daughters’ drawings all over the walls. They were so proud of Y/N’s creativity and encouraged her to keep creating her art. It had become a tradition that every year for her birthday Y/N would receive a new notebook and pencils form her parents and it was always her most cherished gift.
Over the last few years Y/N has become very intrigued with drawing faces, she loved how she could capture a person’s emotion with just some charcoal and parchment. More recently when Y/N was sketching she’d try to focus on the subtle and small features that make humans unique and beautiful, may it be the way their eyebrows arched in curiosity or the dimples and freckles etched into their skin or small wrinkles that danced near their eyes when they smiled. Y/N loved it all.
Because Y/N was so captivated with how facial features made everyone unique she found herself draw a particular ginger a lot more than anyone else. George Weasley. Everybody at Hogwarts knew George Weasley was the twin to the confident and loud Fred Weasley. And being that they are identical twins they look very similar. Y/N found it fascinating trying to pinpoint their minor physical differences and she had become quite good at it.
Her brown leather notebook, which if it wasn’t in her hand was usually found stuffed in her book bag, was full of sketches of George. It started of gradual, her drawings of the sweet boy. Y/N was usually found sitting on a bench in the courtyard if the weather was nice, drawing anyone she saw nearby and normally it was someone new each time. But when her eyes landed on the loud group of Gryffindor boys, she felt a pull to the tall boy with fiery hair who was standing next to his twin, both taking turns to tell a story which had the rest of the group engrossed. Y/N wanted to challenge herself, it was simple, she wanted to capture the features that made an identical twin unique.
Y/N spent the last few weeks ‘studying’ George in a very non-threatening and not at all creepy way. The pair had a few classes together being in the same year at school but the two hadn’t really spoken much to each other. So, Y/N admired from afar, normally from across the great hall or in class. She quickly learnt that George’s face was longer than his brothers, his eyes were more slanted, and his lips had a curve in them that was more prominent when he smiled, something he does a lot, Y/N observed.
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The weather was particularly nice on this Saturday afternoon, so naturally Y/N found herself on a bench in the courtyard with her pencil tin open and a range of charcoals scattered around her as she doodled in her notebook (the one which wasn’t unofficially dedicated to George).
“Hello there little Gryffindors-” Y/N heard a voice call from nearby, the voice belonging to Fred Weasley. George was standing next to his twin and the duo were chatting to some unsuspecting first years.
“-anyone fancy a nougat? They are delicious” George finished; the twins shared a mischievous glance at each other.
Y/N quickly grabbed her other notebook and some charcoal and began sketching the boy’s face focusing on the way his eyes sparkled when he laughed at the poor Gryffindor who accepted the free candy which turned out to be a nosebleed nougat. Y/N was absorbed in her sketching she didn’t notice her best friend sit next to her, peering over her shoulder.
“Ah, drawing your lover boy again I see” Alicia chuckled as Y/N slammed the book shut.
“He’s not my lover boy, I’ve already told you; I draw him to-”
“-capture the features that make an identical twin unique. Sure, so if I flick through your other notebooks, I’ll find one dedicated to Fred too then?”
Y/N rolled her eyes, “shut up.”
“Come on creeper, we told the others we’d hang out today.” Alicia pulled on Y/N’s hand as she quickly threw her notebooks and pencil tin in her book bag.
“Merlin, hang on! You’re gonna rip my arm out of its socket!” Y/N giggles hoisting her bag strap higher up her shoulder.
The two girls walked off, arms linked and laughing, neither one noticed the lone notebook that was left on the bench.
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George, Fred and Lee were heading towards the great hall after their amusing interaction with a group of first years when the younger twin noticed a brown book perched on a bench. He detoured that way to pick it up, flicking through the pages in hopes he will find who it belongs to so he can return it.
George furrowed his brows as he dove deeper into the book. He expected it to be filled with notes and writing but he was not expecting to see drawings of people; of him and Fred. But as he looked closer, he quickly realised that they weren’t sketches of him and Fred, just himself.
“Oi! What are you doing? We’re gonna be late for dinner” Fred’s voice pulled him back. George shoved the notebook in his pants pocket and hurried after his twin very confused as to why the notebook was filled with drawings of him.
Later that night George found himself sitting on his bed in his dorm room flipping through the notebook. These drawings were incredible, whoever it belonged to had some serious talent but he couldn’t get over why someone had drawn him, let alone multiple drawings. Each sketch was different to the last though, some were of his whole face others just of his eyes or mouth. George was in awe of the skill this person had; they had managed to capture his face perfectly.
Some might view finding a notebook filled of drawings of themselves a little creepy, however George Weasley found it flattering. You see, for his whole life, George has seen himself as the other half of Fred. Most people in their lives couldn’t tell the pair apart and opted to talk to them and refer to them almost as if they were one person as FredandGeorge and not Fred and George. This notebook was proof that someone out there noticed George as a singular person, an individual, which made George’s heart flutter.
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“Oh godric” Y/N mumbles pouring out the contents of her book bag on the table.
“Hey, Y/N relax. I’m sure it will turn up eventually.” Alicia says in attempt to calm her friend down.
Y/N ran her hands through her hair, very stressed. She had been searching for her notebook all morning with no luck worried that the wrong person had found it and would deem her a creepy stalker.
“How can I relax when my notebook-the notebook which is filled with drawings of George Weasley-has gone missing. Oh merlin, whoever has it will most likely recognise the drawings of George and give it to him and he’ll eventually find out that it belongs to me and think I’m a freak” Y/N’s arms are frantically waving around to empathise her point as she paces up and down the room.
Alicia stops in front of her friend, placing her hands on her shoulders, squeezing reassuringly “Y/N breath. You’ve told me a million times that those drawings are just about capturing someone’s facial features, right? It’s not like you have a crush on the guy so it doesn’t matter if anyone thinks that, because it’s not true.”
Y/N’s sketches of George Weasley had started just as Alicia said but it quickly turned into Y/N possessing a small, okay maybe huge crush on the red head and her trying to find any excuse to stare at him and draw. Y/N’s heart hammered in her chest at the thought of George being the one to find her notebook. There was no way George wouldn’t be freaked out and think Y/N had some weird obsession with him.
“Okay so when was the last time you remember having your book?” Alicia questions.
Y/N racks her brain trying to remember, “yesterday afternoon. In the courtyard on that bench, I was drawing him when you came over. I’m sure I put it in my bag but I haven’t seen it since.”
Alicia nodded, the two deciding that was the best place to start.
Y/N practically sprints to the courtyard, luckily there wasn’t many students here, giving it was a Sunday morning and everyone was probably still sleeping. The two girls look around trying to spot the leather book. Y/N sighs in defeat, collapsing onto the bench and groaing into her hands.
“Bloody hell, I can’t believe I lost it. I’m so stupid”
“Err, Y/N” Alicia nudged her friend’s shoulder.
“Geez, thanks Alicia, you’re meant to say ‘No Y/N you’re not stupid’”
Alicia widened her eyes at Y/N before glancing behind her, “look”.
Y/N follows her gaze and freezes. George Weasley was walking towards them, that in itself was strange but it wasn’t until Y/N looked down at George’s hand and noticed the missing notebook.
“Oh no.”
George had figured whoever misplaced the notebook would probably come back to the last place they had it to search for it. He was hoping for that at least. Not only did he want to return the book to its rightful owner, he also wanted to thank them for seeing him, for noticing him.
As George rounded the corner his eyes scanned the courtyard and were met with Alicia Spinnit and Y/N L/N sitting on the same bench he’d found the notebook on, bingo. Judging by Y/N’s wide eyes that were glued to the notebook in his hand and how Alicia gave her a pat on the shoulder before disappearing, George figured the drawings were the work of Y/N. George’s heart sped up with this information. The two of them weren’t close but were friendly having shared some classes together. George had caught himself on more than one occasion glancing at Y/N during lessons and mealtimes, wondering what it would be like to get to know her. Guess now he has a chance.
His feet stopped a few paces in front of the bench as Y/N gawked up at him.
George cleared his throat, “uh I believe this belongs to you?”
Y/N basically snatches the notebook from his fingers, feeling insanely embarrassed and when Y/N is embarrassed, she rambles. “Oh merlin, I’m so sorry! I’m guessing you looked through it, of course you did. I would have too if I stumbled across a stranger’s book. I’m also guessing you realised all the drawings were of you. Look I’m not some stalker, I swear. Like I’m not some girl that has a massive crush on you and decided to fill a notebook with drawings of you… Well I do have a crush on you. But I promise I didn’t mean to be creepy. I just, I like drawing people and you have a nice face.” Y/N chews on her bottom lip, forcing herself to shut up.
George opens his mouth and closes it a few times as he processes the girl’s words. “Wow, um- I want you to know that I don’t think you’re creepy at all. I was actually really flattered looking through your pictures. It’s nice to know someone sees me as me and not as an extension of Fred.”
The two stare at each other for a few moments, neither one knowing what to say.
George moves to sit beside Y/N, close enough that their thighs are touching, “they are really good by the way. The drawings I mean. You’re very talented.”
Y/N blushes at his words, “thank you. I don’t normally share my art, with the exception of my parents and Alicia.”
George places a hand over his heart, “well in that case I feel very honoured.” He runs his fingers through his hair as Y/N giggles before continuing, “I know we aren’t super close and I kind of hate that it’s taken me this long to ask but would you maybe wanna hang out sometime? Like a date.”
Y/N fiddles with the notebook in her lap trying to hide her excitement “for sure, I’d love that.”
George lets out a sigh of relief, “great, well what are you up to right now? Maybe we can hang out and you can draw more pictures of my handsome face.”
Y/N rolls her eyes and playfully shoves at his side “careful, your head might explode with all that ego. But yes I’d love to hang out with you right now.”
“Cool.”
“Cool.”
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Red Roses
Nolan Patrick
A/N: this is prompted by new found love for Nolan, i’ll admit it took me too long to hop on his train, but i’m here now so you guys get fluffy, smut! 🥰🥰 join my taglist
Warnings: smut, swearing, 18+
Today is a day you weren’t usually fond of because you never had a reason to celebrate. You’d sit at home with chocolate and cry over romance movies or send yourself flowers and act surprised when they got delivered. Today is Valentine's Day and this year you weren’t going to be moping around by yourself choking on heart shaped candies.
You woke up feeling refreshed, a smile immediately planted to your face, a giddy feeling running through your entire body. You unlocked your phone, feeling your cheeks heat up when you saw a “happy valentine’s day, baby!” text from your boyfriend. Your heart pitter-pattering in your chest and the butterflies already erupting in your stomach.
You and Nolan have been together for almost 10 months and it’s been the best 10 months you’ve ever experienced. You’ve been so excited to finally celebrate your first Valentine’s Day with him and although he had practice during the day, he was all yours tonight.
When the evening rolled around you were putting the final touches on your hair when your phone started ringing with an incoming call from Nolan.
“Hi, bub!” you spoke happily into the phone, picturing the way his cheeks get red when you call him pet names and his eyes roll playfully.
“Hi, princess. I’m almost there.” Nolan mumbled, and you felt the excitement wash over you again. You weren’t sure what it was, but you couldn’t contain yourself and the feelings you had about today.
“Make sure you stop and get flowers.” you reminded him jokingly, a small giggle leaving your lips when you heard him fake sigh.
“What if I already did that?” Nolan asked, you could tell by his voice that he was trying to hide his smile, the big bouquet of flowers in the passenger seat next to him.
“Well then you’re perfect.” you laughed, looking in the mirror one last time before you heard a knock on your front door. “You can come in, you know?”
Nolan waited at your front door for you to open it so the first thing you saw was a giant bouquet of roses in his hands. your eyes widened and you let out a small squeal reaching for them, “They’re beautiful, thank you!”
Nolan followed you to the kitchen and watched as you put the flowers into a face on your kitchen island. Once Nolan was able to get a good look at you his breath hitched in his throat, cheeks turning pink, and his eyes looking you up and down. The red dress you were wearing fitting you like a glove and accentuating all your curves perfectly. You smirked, feeling like a queen under his stare and clearing your throat, “Well don’t you look handsome.”
“I’m actually speechless, you’re...stunning.” He finally met your eyes and felt his heart turning to mush at the wide smile covering your face. Nolan placed his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him and dipping his head down to kiss your lips. He had one hand cupping your face gently, his thumb stroking your cheek delicately, your skin feeling tingly at his touch. “Baby, as much as I wanna take you out, I think we should stay in.”
“But the restaurant-”
“Will still be there tomorrow.” Nolan finished, backing you into the island centered in your kitchen, his hands on your hips leading the way and igniting a fire in your stomach. “I don’t think it’s fair for everyone to see what you in this dress does to me.”
You gulped attempting to cover the small whimper begging to escape at his words filling your ears and your imagination running wild. His lust filled eyes bringing you into a trance, his hands rubbing up and down your sides warming your whole body. Nolan’s lips inched closer and closer to yours until they finally connected in a deep kiss. Your hands tangle in his hair pulling him closer to you, while Nolan’s hands travel the length of your torso landing on your butt giving it a soft squeeze. You gasped into his mouth, giving him the perfect opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth.
Nolan pulls away to leave wet kisses down your neck, biting softly at the exposed skin and grabbing the backs of your thighs to hoist you onto the counter. He stood between your legs, your dress bunched up around your upper thighs, as they squeezed his sides. His large hands were around the sides of your face as you kissed, his warm tongue running along your lips before moving into your mouth again. Your hands were wrapped in his hair, pulling slightly at the length, a small moan escaping Nolan’s lips. You pulled apart and he nipped and kissed all around your neck and collarbones leaving marks here and there and you were panting heavily at the contact, feeling the heat pooling between your legs. “Nols, bed. Now.”
Nolan licked his lips, giving you another quick kiss before taking you in his arms and walking down the hall to your bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. Nolan put you down in front of your floor length mirror, turning you around so your back was pressed against his chest and you could feel his hard length against you making your legs shaky. His strong gaze looked at you through the mirror and you could feel his fingers toying with the zipper on your dress. “I love this dress, babe, but I’d rather take it off you.”
He kissed your cheek, starting on the zipper moving it down painfully slow. When he finally finished unzipping, you removed the straps letting the red dress fall to the floor before turning around in his arms. You didn’t give him the time to cherish your lingerie before you stood on your tippy toes to kiss him. Always loving the way his soft lips feel against your own, the way they always mold together like missing puzzle pieces, you didn’t even mind the slight stubble he had. Your fingers untucked his black dress shirt from his pants before working on undoing the buttons as you kissed him. You finished the buttons, pushing the shirt off his broad shoulders and moving your hands down to undo his belt too.
You pushed his pants down to his ankles and Nolan pulled away from your lips to step out of them. You were about to slip your hands in his boxers, your mouth watering at how hard he was for you, when he grabbed your hands holding them both in his to stop your actions. Both of you were slightly out of breath with your chests rising and falling, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing at all, I just want to appreciate you tonight, pretty girl.” Nolan mumbled, shrugging his shoulders and walking you to your bed. “Lay down.”
You did as he said, laying on your back with your head on the pillows, Nolan hovered above you putting most of his weight on his arms, one of his knees moving between your legs. You moaned at the slight contact, feeling your face heat up when Nolan smirked down at you and started planted kisses on your chest. One of his hands kneading at your breasts over the lace lingerie, his mouth sucking marks into the skin above your bra. He reaches behind you to undo the clasp on your bra, pulling the straps down your arms and throwing the lace somewhere over his shoulder. Nolan sucks in a breath, taking your appearance in, loving the way your hair splays out around your head and how your lips are raw and swollen from kissing him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, princess.” you giggled, the butterflies filling your stomach for what felt like the 100th time that day. Nolan had the ability to make you feel like the only person in the world and your heart swelled at that. He left hot kisses on your breast, swirling your nipple around his tongue while his warm hand worked on the other, twisting your nipple between his fingers. Small, needy whimpers left your throat as he switched sides and your hips bucked against his knee in anticipation. He pressed his leg closer to your core giving you a small amount of friction, allowing you to grind into him before moving his leg away.
Nolan continued down your body, leaving wet kisses along your stomach as his hands continued to palm over your breasts, toying with your nipples between his fingers. Your hands were gripping the sheets next to you feeling a burning pit in your stomach dying for release. He licked at the skin above the waistband on your panties and cupped your center feeling how wet you were through the material. “Please do something, Nolan.”
“Be patient, sweetheart.” Nolan admired the lace sitting across your hips before pulling the fabric down your legs and letting you kick it to the floor. He pressed his lips to yours, swiping his middle finger across your core, his thumb working against your clit. You gasped into his mouth, your head rolling back against the pillows as his fingers worked at your entrance, he curled them inside you and his thumb circled around your clit sending you over the edge. A combination of your boyfriend's name and moans leaving your lips as the orgasm hits you. He removes his fingers, licking them clean and holding back a moan, giving you a minute to catch your breath as he takes his boxers off before joining you back on the bed. You moan again watching him, biting your lip seeing his hard length as he lays on his side next to you. The sound of your moans and the taste of you on his fingers only made him want you more, the aura surrounding getting you off was a completely euphoric feeling for him. “You’re so good to me, baby.”
You take him in your hand, pumping him slowly as your thumb swipes across his tip and it takes everything in him to pull your hand away, wanting nothing more than to just be buried inside you. Nolan plants himself between your thighs, positioning himself at your entrance and you cup his cheeks pulling him down for another sweet kiss, your breath hitching feeling his tip run across your wet slit a few times. You both let out throaty moans when he finally entered you, his cock filling you up to the brim, he stayed still letting you adjust to his size like he always did. You moved your legs, wrapping your thighs around his hips pulling him deeper into you, Nolan letting out a small grunt at your movements. “Fuck, you always feel so good.”
You moaned at his small praises and gave him the okay move. He took his time, enjoying every sensation of having you wrapped around him, his thrusts hitting you deep. His chest was pressed against yours, and your fingers were interlaced with his above your head. He kissed your lips, your tongues tangled, both of you moaning and groaning into each other's mouths. His lovely moans filled your ears as he continued his slow thrusting into you. His cheeks were flushed as he pressed his forehead into yours, looking into your eyes, he let out a deep moan feeling your pussy clenching around him. Nolan could tell you were close to the edge and he sped up his thrusts, making sure to hit your sweet spot everytime, your eyes fluttering closed and your head feeling fuzzy. “Open your eyes baby, look at me.”
“Oh god, fuck.” You whimpered, forcing your eyes open no matter at how bad they wanted to squeeze shut at the pleasure taking over your body. Your hands squeezed his as your orgam washed over you, your toes curling and your legs shaking around his hips.
“Fuck, you look so pretty like this.” He fucked you through your orgasm, feeling himself twitch inside you, his own orgasm coming over him as he tightened his grip on your interlaced hands and dug them into the mattress. Nolan pressed his lips into yours as he came down from his high, kissing fervently for a few seconds before he pulled away from your lips, and rolled onto his back with you on top of him, still buried inside you. You laid across his body, your chests pressed together, and you looked into his eyes as he pushed some hair out of your face and moved it behind your ear. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. I love you.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, bub, I love you more.”
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home again
wordcount: 7.9k
warnings: brief smut moment, mentions of sexual content
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Rafe double, triple-checked their plane tickets when they went back home from Rome. They’d bought them separately but somehow he was convinced he’d screwed it up again - when he reached for his phone a fourth time on the train to the airport, Sophie reached over and took it with a shake of her head.
After making it through security and buying two breakfast sandwiches for them, Rafe tucked his backpack under her feet. “Can you watch this for a second?”
“Yeah, where are you going?” Sophie asked curiously.
“I’ll be right back.” He answered vaguely, kissing her forehead. When he returned, he had an entire bag full of Italian snacks and candies, all indecipherable except for a small bag of dark chocolate M&Ms that he tossed at Sophie. Her face lit up as she caught it and realized. “Oh my god, I missed these.”
He grinned and slid into the seat next to her, dumping the snacks into his backpack. “I know you did. I figured we could try these on the plane, for some entertainment.”
“I’m not gonna be able to sleep.” She tore open the packet and poured some into her hand before offering it to him.
He accepted a few, but not too much more. “Good, you said we weren’t supposed to sleep. We’ll be all jetlagged.”
“But I’m tired.” She whined, dropping her head to his shoulder.
Rafe pressed a kiss to the top of her head, lowering his voice. “Maybe you shouldn’t have convinced me to sleep with you last night then. Until 3am.”
She blushed and shot him an indignant glare. “You started it in the shower.”
“You dropped to your knees in the shower first.” He smirked. “This is your fault.”
“Nothing is ever my fault.” She declared. “You’re just too hot, that’s all.”
“Uh huh.” The airport called for boarding over the speakers and he hauled her up, pulling out their passports and walked with her to the line. He paused when she moved forward. “Wait, Sophie, aren’t we sitting together?”
“No, I’m 23A.”
“And I’m 23B - wait, no, shit, I’m not.” He frowned and glanced down at his ticket. “I’ll fix this.”
“Rafe, you don’t have to -”
Her argument fell on deaf ears as he went forward, glancing at people’s tickets. She held back a smile as he put on his best southern drawl and his most charming grin as he talked with the woman in 23B, convincing her eventually - with twenty dollars - to trade seats once they were on the plane. Once they boarded, he gave her a smug smile as he sat next to her, putting up the arm rest so she could lean into him.
“How much did you bribe her with?”
“Bribe? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve never bribed anyone in my life.”
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The entire ride home, he didn’t sleep at all. Sophie fell asleep on him within minutes, curled into him comfortably, and he didn’t dare move and wake her up. When they made it back to Columbus and James and Colin picked them up - with a ‘welcome back from federal prison’ sign. Sophie just grinned and greeted them both with a big hug, giggling when James kissed her cheek and Rafe socked him in the arm. The whole drive back, she chattered excitedly, filling the boys in on all her adventures while Rafe barely stayed awake, his head slumped onto her shoulder.
They went straight to Rafe’s senior house to relax and she gave herself a tour right away, impressed by the clean house and lack of lewd decor. (It was going up next week, anyways.)
She wasn’t tired at all as she strolled into his room, making a big deal of the newly painted walls and a few plants scattered around on shelves. “Check it out! This looks so good, Rafe!”
He yawned - again - and flopped onto his bed. “Shh.”
“Didn’t you sleep?” She did the same, sprawling out on his bed. “I can’t believe you have a king-sized bed, I’m never staying at my place.”
“No. Couldn’t sleep.” He stretched his neck uncomfortably, groaning. She nudged him over, tugging at the hem of his shirt, and he shook his head. “Nooo. I’m too tired for sex.”
She giggled and tugged again. “It’s not that. Sit up, I’ll rub your back.”
He sat up just enough to tug his shirt over his head and flopped back down to the mattress on his stomach. She crawled onto him and straddled him to massage his shoulders, digging her thumbs into the base of his neck. He groaned, twisting a little. “Lotion. In my nightstand drawer.”
“Ew, is that for -”
“My hands get dry, dummy, get your head out of the gutter.”
She flicked his neck. “Be nice or I’ll leave you alone.”
“No, baby, stay.” He whined, flexing his back a little as she stretched. She smiled to herself, appreciating his muscles and traced a finger down his spine. “Okay. I’ll stay.”
“Watch your hands.”
“I’m just touching your back.” She dug in a little harder into his shoulders, grinning when he groaned in appreciation.
“Yeah, and I know how touchy you can get.” He quipped, closing his eyes and letting her continue the massage. “Handsy.”
She teased his fingertips under the waistband of his shorts. “You’re gonna have to shower anyways.”
It took about two seconds for him to change his mind. “Hmm….fine. But I’m not gonna do any work if you start something.” He yawned. “And you’re not done on my back.”
She rolled her eyes and got back to work, pleased by his little satisfied noises. She was just about to roll him back over and tug down his shorts when James slammed his palm on the door. “Shut the fuck up, Rafe, we don’t want to hear you jacking off!”
“Jesus Christ, James, come in!” Rafe yelled back with annoyance lacing his tone. James came in to see their (mainly) innocent position. “Oh. It sounded like you were doing something else. Hi Sophie, I didn’t know you were still here.”
She giggled, crawling off of Rafe. “Hey. We weren’t -”
“Yeah, I can see that. My bad.” He went to leave and paused, sticking his head back in the door. “You should know, though, my room’s right below his. And we all share that bathroom, so I’d prefer things to be cleaned. Regularly.”
“Get out, James.” Rafe pointed with a glare. James nodded with a grin and left, the door clicking shut behind him. Sophie gave him an apologetic smile. “He’s really just below us?”
“Yeah. I don’t fucking care, I told him I’d buy him a white noise machine. C’mere.” He flipped over and pulled her up to his hips, groaning obnoxiously loud when his hard cock brushed against her core.
She giggled, rocking back and forth on him. “Now you’re just being annoying.”
“Good. He’s been worse, bringing home a different girl every weekend for a straight month before I left. Colin says he’s going through his hoe phase.” He yawned, tugging at her shirt. “You have about ten minutes to fuck me before I pass out in this bed.”
Sophie rolled her eyes, pulling off her shirt. “That’s it? Sure it’s worth it?”
“Angel, please.” He nearly begged, pulling her down to kiss her desperately, grinding his hips against hers.
“Okay, okay, you’re so needy.” She teased. “Let me just take care of you.”
“No, I want -” He started, cutting himself off when she pulled out his hard cock from his shorts and stroked down his length, making him hiss. “Okay. That’s fine.”
She rolled her eyes and ducked down to take him into her mouth, not giving any warning. He nearly groaned again until she reached up and slapped her free hand over his mouth. “Shh. Stay quiet or I’ll stop.”
He let his head fall back so she couldn’t see him and fisted the sheets, bucking up into her mouth. “So good. So fucking good, baby.” He mumbled against her hand, just loud enough that Sophie could hardly hear.
It didn’t take long for him to come, especially with the way she sucked on him and twisted her wrist at the same time. When he did, her hand still clapped against his mouth, he let out a satisfied sigh and grinned down at her. “You’re incredible.”
She removed her hand and gave him a quick kiss. “You’re too easy. I think that was four minutes.”
“Can’t help it. You were all touchy, you know what that does to me.” He tried pulling her close, all sleepy, and she gently swatted her hands away.
“No, baby. I gotta go home and shower, then unpack. And I want to get dinner with Allie and Jules.”
He frowned. “What about me?”
“I’ve been with you nonstop for three whole weeks.” She grinned and gave him another short kiss. “You’ll be okay. We’re gonna have to go back to sleeping apart sometimes.”
“Noooo.” He grumbled, reaching for her as she stood and tugged her shoes back on.
“Welcome back to reality, Cameron.”
“But you - you need your turn -” He tried arguing helplessly and she just grinned.
“I own a vibrator, remember?”
“Fuck. That thing.”
“Don’t worry.” She leaned against the wall with a smirk, arms crossed. “I’ll let you borrow it sometime. Can you drive me?”
Rafe sighed but ambled out of bed, tugging his shorts back up and pulling his shirt on. “This is not how I expected the night to go.”
“We both know you’re gonna pass out in bed the second you get back. Hopefully after a shower.”
“Yeah, probably.” He yawned, stretching. “If I’m not texting you by one in the afternoon tomorrow please check on me.”
She nodded seriously and shook his hand, making him laugh. “You have a deal. Don’t forget you have to pack though, we’re going home in two days.”
“We are home…?”
“Home home. Remember? We booked the flights yesterday in Rome?”
He nodded in recognition, casting a glance at his stuffed suitcase on the ground. “Right. Remind me why I couldn’t just ask for the plane?”
She scowled before she could catch herself. “I thought you didn’t want to see your dad when you were home.”
“Touché.” Rafe noticed her scowl but didn’t mention it, not having the energy to persist. He grabbed his keys and took her hand, bringing her out to the car. “C’mon, my chariot awaits.”
____
The two of them spent their two days before going home very differently - Rafe slept nearly the entire time, woke up at night to go get tacos with the boys, then went back to bed. Sophie decorated her entire room within four hours, set up her senior architecture studio, and had meetings with a professor, an advisor, and the co-president of the alumni mentorship program. (Rafe was exhausted just from seeing her texts about her schedule.)
The girls dropped them off at the airport only forty five minutes before their flight, despite Rafe’s protests that it wasn’t nearly enough time and Sophie’s argument that she’d made a flight with less time on a tiny airline in Spain. Their flight was inconvenient, as always - they had to fly into Virginia and take a 2.5 hour ferry to get back home. When they finally arrived, greeted by the familiar summer humidity and the smell of the sea, her brother picked them up to bring them to Sophie’s.
“Soph!” He yelled out the window from the pickup line. Rafe noticed immediately and straightened up, grabbing her bag as well as his to walk to the car.
She beamed, waving as they came closer, and slid into the front seat while Rafe put their suitcases in the back. “Carter! Hi! I thought you were moving this weekend?”
“I pushed it back a couple weeks, wanted to see you before I left. How was Barcelona?” He glanced back and nodded at Rafe briefly in the backseat. “Rafe.”
“Hey. Thanks for picking us up.” Rafe smiled politely, nearly crammed into the backseat because of how far back Sophie’s seat was. He assumed Carter had moved it before he came to pick them up, but didn’t dare say a word.
“Yeah, no problem.” The rest of the ride was just the two siblings talking, mainly Sophie telling him about her study abroad and the trips she’d taken with Rafe. Carter kept his eye on Rafe in the backseat at a few parties of her story, especially when she stuttered over talking about swimming in Nice and Rafe’s birthday. (Rafe very pointedly looked out the window to avoid his eyes.)
They were greeted by Sophie’s dad when Carter pulled the car up in the driveway. He wrapped Sophie in a tight, smothering hug when she jumped out of the car, the two of them sharing matching grins. “Hey, Sophie girl.”
“Hi Dad.” She mumbled against his shirt, hugging him tight. “Missed you.”
“Missed you too.” He finally let her go and welcomed Rafe in for a hug too, ignoring his handshake. “Nice to see you too, kiddo.”
“You too, Mr. Flint.” He beamed and excused himself from the hug quickly to get both his and Sophie’s suitcases, ever the gentleman in his presence. “Thank you so much for letting me stay here, I really appreciate it.”
Her dad nodded with a smile, taking Sophie’s bag from him. “Of course. Come on, I’ll show you to your spot in the guest room. Soph, your mom’s out running errands, I thought we could all head out to the course for a round if you’re not too tired?”
“Sure, that sounds fine. Dad, did you forward that study I emailed you about using filtered stormwater for the course to the groundskeeper? So it’s more eco-friendly?” Sophie asked over her shoulder, leading the way inside and upstairs.
Jeff sent Rafe a knowing smile behind her back, shaking his head. Ever since Sophie really got into eco conservation in high school, she’d been pushing more and more for the entire family to make small changes. Her efforts got more and more involved as she learned more in college, and she’d had meetings with the groundskeeper at the country club no less than five times - he listened politely as a favor to her dad, but that was all. “I sent it, yes. I’m not sure how well it was received.”
“Oh, well, I can send you some more resources. It’s good to at least provide the options, you know?” She turned back and took her bag into her room, automatically going for Rafe’s as well.
Rafe smiled, subtly pulling it away and tried to redirect her dad’s attention. “Um, which one’s the guest room?”
“Other end of the hallway, just opposite Carter’s room.” Jeff gave him a pointed look and he nodded quickly. “Great, thank you.”
“Dad, you’re not seriously making him stay in there.” Sophie argued, giving her dad a pleading look.
“No, it’s fine! I’m sure it’s perfect, I’ll go make myself at home.” Rafe quickly excused himself, heading down the hall and just barely stayed in earshot of the two.
Her dad regarded her carefully. “Sophie, you can’t really expect me to believe you two had been in separate dorms that entire trip like you’ve been telling your mother, can you?”
She grew embarrassed, leaning against her doorway. “Dad...”
“I’m not oblivious, honey, I just hope you’re being safe -”
“Dad! Please. I don’t want to talk about this with you. Ever.” She told him with wide eyes and red cheeks, backing into her room slowly.
“Alright, just. Be careful. Both of you.” He warned her, patting her shoulder before heading back down the stairs, calling out loudly over his shoulder. “Be ready in fifteen!”
She just groaned and flopped back onto her bed.
“Ready, kids?” Jeff called up the stairs, exactly fifteen minutes later. Sophie was in the guest room with Rafe, sporting a golf tank from high school and a matching skort. The tank was a little tight across the chest and she’d flaunted into his room with it unbuttoned to completely show off her boobs, showing him exactly what was underneath.
“Yes sir!” Rafe called back, a little higher pitched than normal, and shoved Sophie’s shoulder lightly. “Button that up,” he hissed.
“You’re a prude.” She rolled her eyes, buttoning it back up to her neck but adjusted her skort to sit a little higher. (Nothing too inappropriate, but it was just enough to drive Rafe crazy.)
“I’m not - we are going golfing with your father, baby, and you look like several dreams I’ve had in high school. Do not pull something. Fix your skirt.”
She perked up, taking a step closer. “You dreamed about me in high school? What kind of dreams?”
“No. We’re not doing this.” He told her, but she didn’t miss the way he reached in his pocket and grimaced for a moment. “Behave.”
She grinned and practically skipped downstairs, with Rafe following close behind. “We’re ready! Dad, can we just play 9 today? I wanted to go hang out on the beach with Rafe later.”
“Our reservation’s for the full 18. What, you don’t want to play a full round with your old man?” Her dad teased, but she could hear the tiny tone of hurt underneath.
“We can go to the beach another time, the full 18’s perfect.” Rafe interjected. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep up with you though, Mr. Flint, I haven’t really played since last year.”
“Oh, you’ll be fine, I saw your form earlier this summer.” Her dad replied cheerfully, not noticing as Sophie mouthed “suck up” to Rafe behind his back.
They all drove to the course and split into carts, her dad in one and Rafe and Sophie in the other. As they rode to the second hole, Sophie kicked her feet up on the dash, ignoring the golf etiquette standard. “Hey, Rafe.”
He instantly reached over and shoved her feet off, casting a glance toward her dad to make sure he didn’t see. “Yes ma’am.”
“You think we could pull off a quickie tonight?”
He fixed her with a glare, unamused. “Sophie. Do not.”
She just smirked as she skipped off the cart to the hole, club in hand. She didn’t quit the entire rest of the game, murmuring little dirty things into his ear on the cart or pretending like she was going to flash him, bursting into giggles as he nearly wrecked the cart trying to lunge across the seat to keep her shirt down. Rafe was entirely distracted the whole game, trying to stay as civil as possible around her dad while also keeping Sophie in check.
Her competitive streak kicked in around the sixth hole, when she was losing by just enough. Jeff kept pointing out little imperfections in her form - her arms were bent too far, her hips didn’t rotate enough, her head wasn’t down for long enough - and Rafe winced nearly every time. Sophie took it all in stride though, and he had to remind himself that criticism from a parent was fine when it was paired with constant encouragement after she improved.
Her dad was a little more sensitive to how Rafe responded to criticism, starting everything with a compliment first and then phrasing the critique as a suggestion. At the end of the game - despite Rafe barely losing to Sophie, Jeff coming in first - he nudged Rafe and gave him an encouraging grin. “You’re looking good, kid. Might beat this one if she wasn’t so annoying.”
“Dad!” Sophie exclaimed. “I didn’t do a thing -”
“I raised you better than to whistle on the golf course, Soph.” Her dad pointed out as he poked her in the leg with his club. “Breaking every single etiquette rule out there.”
“It’s a simple distraction technique.” She protested with a sheepish grin. She had whistled at Rafe when he bent over to place his ball on the tee - twice - and thought her dad hadn’t noticed either time.
“If you’re using distraction to win the game, maybe you aren’t good enough.” Her dad retorted, laughing as Rafe’s eyebrows shot up at the same time as Sophie’s. “Go drive the carts back, I’ll meet you two at the car.” As Sophie grinned and started toward her dad’s cart, he called after her again. “No racing! Not again!”
She just ignored him and Jeff turned to Rafe with an exasperated grin. “I’m not sure how you kept up with her for that long in Europe.”
“I’m not entirely sure either, sir.” Rafe told him with a smile.
____
When they came back to the house, all a little sweaty, her mom had a tray of lemonade and snacks set out for all of them. “Mrs. Flint, hi. Thank you for this.” Rafe thanked her immediately, wiping the sweat off his brow.
“Rafe, it’s good to see you, thank you for keeping an eye on my child the past few weeks.” Her mom greeted with a teasing grin. “Sophie, Angie is coming over with the twins any second now, can you two watch them for a couple hours?”
Sophie scowled, flopping back into her chair and only straightened up instinctively when her mom tapped her shoulders. “Rafe and I were going to -”
“No, that’s fine, we don’t have plans.” Rafe cut her off quickly, nudging Sophie’s foot with his. “Who’s Angie?”
“Angie’s my older cousin, she just had her babies around February.” Sophie informed him. “They’re kind of cute, I guess.”
“They’re very cute, and it’s just so Angie and your aunt and I can go shopping for more baby clothes. You haven’t met them yet, you should be excited to see them.” Her mom chastised with a shake of her head. “You’ll have your own soon enough, so this’ll be a learning experience.”
Sophie nearly spat out her lemonade, affronted. “Mom!”
“Don’t be dramatic, Sophie.” She tutted and went back inside.
Sophie gaped after her, shaking her head. “Ignore her. Go shower, I’ll shower when you’re done.”
He wasn’t entirely sure what to make of that exchange, always a little confused by her mom’s well-intentioned insults. “I thought the kids were coming…?”
“Yeah, I can handle them and then we’ll swap.” She grinned, lowering her voice. “Or we could shower together and it’ll be faster.”
Rafe practically scrambled out of his chair to go shower, pointing accusingly at her. “Stop that.”
“Stop what.”
“You know - that.” He gestured wildly at the way she’d leaned forward, undone a button and bit her bottom lip. “You’re teasing. Just wait until we’re back in Ohio, please.”
She just smirked and leaned forward to kick his ass lightly. “Go.”
____
When she came back down after her slightly-too-long shower with damp hair, she stopped in her tracks at the base of the stairs. Rafe had one of the babies napping in the play crib and the other asleep on his chest, tiny fingers curled around his pinky as he carefully rubbed her back. Sophie took a quick photo before he could notice and approached quietly, combing her fingers through his hair affectionately.
He lifted his head to smile at her, whispering. “She fell asleep like this, isn’t she sweet? I think this one is baby Ava.”
She laughed quietly, shaking her head. “That’s Amelia. Ava’s in the crib, she has more hair.”
“Oh. Look at her tiny fingers, Sophie.” He murmured, so proud that he was able to get them to stay asleep. When Angie had arrived, she’d brought in both car seats and set up the crib, then handed off both still-sleeping babies to him with only a short introduction. She’d nestled Amelia on his chest, telling him she slept better that way, and thanked him profusely before leaving with Sophie’s mom.
“Babies are so weird.” Sophie replied, a little too loud. “At least they’re starting to get cute.”
He shushed her immediately with a glare. “They’re not weird.”
“How are you so good at this?” She cocked her head, considering picking up Ava from the crib but not trusting her skills.
“Dunno. I like kids.” He traced small circles on Amelia’s back, quietly shushing her when she cooed a little. After a few moments, he glanced up at Sophie with a smile. “How many do you want?”
“I’m not giving you a baby any time soon.” She told him pointedly, leaning into him a little. “But I guess if you really want, I could start calling you daddy…”
He shuddered, his whole face scrunching up into a scowl. “I hope that’s not a kink of yours because I’m really not sure I could entertain it.”
She giggled, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “I’m just kidding. Um, I don’t know that I’ve thought about it. I’ve only ever thought as far as my job.”
“Wait, really? Never?”
She shrugged. “Nah. I liked having Carter growing up though. You’ve thought about it?”
He nodded confidently. “Yeah. Two or three’s perfect, I think. Not too much of an age gap in between. A good mix of girls and boys. I want to...yeah.”
Sophie furrowed her brow, turning to face him. “You want what?”
“I want to be a good dad. To do it right.” He told her, a little shy. “I’m not sure I could, but -”
“You will.” She interrupted him, firmly. “I know you will.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do, baby. You’re going to love our kids so well -”
“Our kids?” He interjected with a small grin, making her blush as a matching blush crept up on his cheeks.
“Sorry, did you plan on having kids with someone else?” She raised her eyebrows.
“No. ‘Course not. Just didn’t know you planned on having them with me.” His grin grew to split across his cheeks, beaming.
She shook her head, feeling herself grow bright red. “Well, yeah. Later, but yeah. You’re it for me, Rafe.” She told him, her voice going a little soft.
He nodded, reaching out to grab her hand and kiss the back of it, the most movement he could make without disturbing the baby. “Good. My favorite.”
“My favorite.” She echoed softly, leaning back into him. As the garage door opened and both babies startled, Ava starting to wail, she scowled and stood to pick her up, holding her out at arm’s length as she began to scream. Amelia began to wake but stayed quiet, her little fist tightening around Rafe’s finger.
“Actually hold her, Soph.” He told her with a skeptical glance at the way she was clearly uncomfortable around the baby. She moved her grip to be able to rock the baby but Ava kept screaming, sensing Sophie’s lack of experience.
Just as Sophie was about to place her hand over Ava’s mouth, Angie came in with an exasperated sigh. “Oh, baby, it’s okay, did the garage wake you?” She cooed, immediately soothing her daughter.
Sophie’s mom followed, smiling at the sight of Rafe completely comfortable with Amelia quietly on his chest still. “Look at that, you’ve got the natural instinct.”
“Oh my god, can I take you home with me? Sophie, I’m stealing your boyfriend.” Angie joked, winking at Rafe.
He laughed, getting up carefully so he didn’t shift Amelia too much and carefully placed her back into the crib. “I wouldn’t mind a little babysitting, but I’ve got to go back to Ohio for our senior year at the end of the weekend.”
“Right, of course.” Angie nodded, giving him a grateful smile.
Sophie rolled her eyes at Rafe behind Angie’s back. “Thanks for letting us watch them for a bit, Ang, they’re adorable, but we kind of have plans…”
“But you'll be back after dinner?” Her mom asked. Sophie resisted a scowl while Rafe just gave her an eager smile. “We’ll be back for dinner, no worries.”
“Okay, see you later!” Sophie practically dragged him upstairs, pulling him into her room and shutting the door before he could protest. He immediately reached for the doorknob, but she grabbed his hand and leaned up to kiss him, hard.
Rafe kissed her back for a few moments before he was reminded where he was and pulled back quickly. “Soph, we can’t.”
“I just want to kiss you.” She argued with a pleading tone, pouting a little.
“I thought we were leaving? Going to the beach?” He dodged another attempted kiss from her, easily slipping out from where she had him pinned against the door and stepped away from her.
“Right. I have to change.” She pulled off her shirt and bralette in one fell swoop, then kicked off her shorts too before he could blink.
He gaped for a moment when he realized she was completely naked, his voice lowering a little. “Baby.”
“Yeah?” She strolled over to her dresser, pretending to rifle through her drawer of old swimsuits, and settled on a hot pink string bikini. She’d bought it in high school and kept it in her car to change into for pool parties, because if her mom ever caught her in it she was sure she’d be transferred to a Catholic boarding school immediately. She knew for a fact Rafe had seen it before, even complimented her in it back in high school, and was hoping he’d recognize it.
He did.
Right away.
“Soph, not - not that one.” He implored, voice cracking. He could feel his throat going dry as he fought every urge in his body telling him to go over to her and have his way with her right that instant, trying to remind himself that her parents were literally right downstairs.
She held back a grin as she shimmied into the bikini, tying it up behind her neck. “What’s wrong with this one?”
“I’m getting you back for this. All this teasing today. I swear. I - I -” He couldn’t even come up with a decent half-hearted threat as she strode closer, letting her hair down from her claw clip, and a big whiff of her shampoo overloaded his senses.
“You’ll what.”
“You’re going to regret this.” He told her, and she swore she could hear the way his voice was shaking.
“What are you gonna do? Punish me? Tie me up?” She teased, and the hint of a laugh in her voice was enough to break his spell.
“Sophie, please. No more. I’ll do whatever you want the second we’re back in Ohio, but I am really trying to make a good impression on your family.” He pleaded, eyes trained intensely on hers - though she was pretty sure it was just so he wouldn’t be able to look down at her tits.
“Okay, okay.” She grabbed her shirt from the bed and pulled it on over the swimsuit, her shorts following. “You don’t have to try so hard though, you know?”
“I know, I just. I want to do this right.” He relaxed a little once she got dressed, but was still mainly tense. “Can I, uh, use your bathroom?”
Sophie sat back on the bed, sending him a confused glance. “No one uses the one out in the hall by the guest room, just use that.”
“That one doesn’t have a shower.”
“You just showered - oh.” She realized as soon as Rafe’s slightly pained expression set in and she noticed the bulge in his shorts. Sophie grinned, satisfied. “I could take care of that faster, y’know.”
“I think I’d still be hard after.” He confessed with a shake of his head, quickly letting himself into the bathroom and ignoring her giggles as he locked the door.
____
They were only out at the beach for a couple hours before they had to return home, but it was like she could see the tension literally unraveling from Rafe’s body when he wasn’t under the pressure of impressing her parents. They laid out their towels with a little overlap and she had her head on Rafe’s arm as they sprawled out on the beach, uninterrupted. When his phone chimed, he nudged her a little. “Can you grab that?”
Sophie sat up to get his phone from her bag at their feet. “Your dad texted.”
“What does it say?”
“I don’t know your password.”
“You did the Face ID thing for it in France, remember?” He didn’t move a muscle, halfway to falling asleep out in the sun.
She cocked her head, surprised when the phone unlocked. “I thought you would have taken it off, thought it was just for traveling.”
“Nope. I have nothing to hide.” He nudged his sunglasses down and squinted up at her. “What does it say?”
“Oh, right.” She opened his text, frowning a little. “Um, he said he saw you leaving the country club the other day and wants you over for lunch tomorrow.”
“Fuck.” He muttered, sitting up with a sigh and took the phone from her to read over the text to see if there were any undertones of him being in trouble. “Okay. You’ll come, right?”
“What - me? I don’t know if that’s really necessary -”
“I’ve been with your family all weekend.”
She frowned more, tucking her knees up to her chest. “I thought you wanted to stay with my family.”
“I do, I do!” He backtracked quickly, reaching out and skimming his hand over her arm. “But I want you to come with me.”
“Rafe…” She started, hesitant, but gave in once she saw his pleading look. “Alright. I’ll go, but I doubt he’ll want me there.”
“He’ll be fine.” Rafe shot off a quick reply to his dad, satisfied when Ward liked the message in response. “It’ll be fine. It’s just lunch.”
“Mmhmm.” She didn’t bring up how he sounded like he was reassuring himself more than anything. She stood, offering her hand. “Come on, swim with me.”
He kissed the back of it before taking it and hauling himself up. “I love you. You know that?”
“I know, baby. I always know.”
_____
Later that night, Sophie sat across from her dad as they got dinner ready. She’d informed him she and Rafe were going to Ward’s house tomorrow for lunch and her dad had merely replied with a noncommittal hum, asked her how she felt, and nodded again when she replied with a wary shrug.
“I never liked the idea of you dating.” Jeff told her as he sliced up watermelon for their dinner that night. Rafe paused around the corner, sent to the garage to grab charcoal for the grill, not wanting to interrupt.
“Dad.” She whined a little, embarrassed, but didn’t move from her spot across the kitchen counter.
“I didn’t, you’re my little girl. But I like Rafe, a lot. He’s a good kid, Sophie, keep him around.”
“I’m planning on it.” She murmured.
“You love him?” Jeff inquired, pausing his cutting of the watermelon for a moment. She merely nodded to respond with a blush and a smile and Rafe nearly walked out then just so he could see the look on her face, desperately craving the confirmation.
“He makes me...I just…” Sophie tripped over her words a little, tugging at the loose threads on her jean shorts. “I feel safe with him. With Luke, or Peter, you know, I -”
“I try not to remember them.” Her dad quipped with a smile, making her roll her eyes. “Go on.”
“Just, with them I didn’t really see much past what we had. But with Rafe, it’s different. Like, I know he’ll stick by my side. For...a while.” She decided, giving her dad a shy but eager smile.
“Well, when that time comes, I’ll be happy to have him in the family.” Jeff told her decisively.
“Me too.” She murmured, then hopped up from her chair. “I’m gonna go find him, he’s probably still rooting around the garage for the charcoal.”
Rafe carefully stepped back a few steps, just enough to quickly shut the door to the garage loudly and stroll in with a sense of purpose like he hadn’t just overheard the whole conversation. “Found it! Sorry, took me a second.”
“I thought you got lost.” She beamed at him, seeming to regard him in a different light for a moment.
He stood taller under her adoring gaze, smiling back. “Nope. Where do you want this, Mr. Flint?”
“Backyard’s fine. Know how to work the grill, Rafe?” Jeff set down the knife and pushed the watermelon toward Sophie so she could take over.
“Uh, not sure, I’ve only ever used electric.”
“C’mon then, let me show you how it’s done.” He clapped a hand on Rafe’s shoulder as he passed to lead the way out to the backyard.
____
Sophie was hardly able to sleep all night, so she crept into Rafe’s room around 1am, careful to only open the door just enough so it wouldn’t creak. “Rafe?”
He was awake too, just barely, and rolled over to greet her, whispering. “Hey. Why are you still up?”
“Can’t sleep.” She mumbled and crawled into his bed without invitation, laying on top of him and placed her head over his heart. He hesitated for a moment but eventually wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. “Me either.”
“Are you nervous?” She asked.
“For lunch? A little, yeah. But I don’t sleep well without you anyways.” He confessed, playing with the ends of her hair.
“That’s no good.” She traced little patterns on his chest. “Your dad hates me. Right?”
“I don’t think so.” He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, not bothering to add that he wasn’t sure she was even enough on his radar for Ward to consider hating her. “You need to sleep, sweet girl.”
“So do you.”
“You’re not supposed to be in here.”
She raised her arm with her watch aimlessly. “I set an alarm for six. I’ll go back to my room then.”
“Okay. Sweet dreams, angel.” He kept playing with her hair until he heard her breathing slow and deepen, and only let himself fall asleep an hour after, once he was sure they wouldn’t be caught.
_______
Later that day, after anxiously pacing the house all morning, Sophie was squeezing the life out of his hand as they walked up to his front door. He pressed a kiss to her temple before letting them in. “Soph. It’s okay.”
“Your dad hates me.” She told him with a straight face.
“He - I don’t think that’s true.” He faltered, punching in the code to the front door and toed it open when it unlocked. “This isn’t fun for me either, can you please help me out and not break my hand?”
“Right! Right, sorry.” She let go of him right away, letting him shake out his hand. “Here, let me -” She reached up to fix his hair and he jerked away, startled.
“He says it looks better gelled, don’t -”
“I’m not, I’m just fixing -” She carefully pushed a stray strand back into place and he gave her a grateful smile when he felt it. “Okay. We’re okay?”
“We’re good. Go ahead.” She nodded and followed him in, taking his hand when he reached out for hers.
Ward spotted them first, coming in from the kitchen with two wine glasses in his hands. “Rafe! Do you want wine? Um...Savannah…?”
Rafe’s face fell and his shoulders dropped as he clutched her hand a little tighter. “Her name is Sophie, Dad. I’ve only told you that at least ten times.”
“It’s okay.” She excused quickly with an overly polite smile. “We’ve only met once, at your Christmas party.”
“Right, right, I remember.” Ward nodded and set the glasses down at the table. “I’ll get you both a glass, hold on. Rose!” He called out, going back into the kitchen.
Rafe gave her an apologetic glance and she shook her head quickly. “It’s fine. Doesn’t matter.”
“It does matter.”
“Yes, well, it’s fine. Are Sarah and Wheezie here?”
“I already asked, Sarah’s back at school and Wheezie got out of this to hang out with some friends.” He had texted them the night before for support, but had no luck.
“Okay.” She reached up and stroked her thumb over his cheek, whispering. “Relax your shoulders for me, baby.”
“Right.” He nodded, but stayed tense. Rose returned with Ward a few moments later, with the whole bottle in hand and two empty glasses. “Rafe, you’re here. Sophie, hello, are you still jetlagged from your trip?”
“Um, no.” Sophie replied curtly. “We’ve been back for a few days now.”
“Oh, you just looked a little tired. Maybe it’s the lighting.” Rose gave her a sweet smile and gestured around, although the entire dining room was filled with natural light.
“Maybe.” Sophie forced herself to agree, sitting after Rafe pulled out her chair for her. All their plates were already set out with individual portions, and she noticed there was more salad on her plate than anyone else’s, but didn’t dare say a thing.
“Tell me about your internship, Rafe. You didn’t leave early for the trip, did you?” Ward asked, starting to eat and Sophie took that as an invitation to start as well. When she reached for the wrong fork, Rafe tried to subtly reach out and push the other one toward her.
“No, I finished it then went out to Spain. The internship was good, I learned a lot. I have a job offer from them.”
“You’re not accepting, of course.” Rose replied, then raised her eyebrows at his pause to answer. “Right? Aren’t you coming home after graduation to work with your father?”
“I have a couple options.” Rafe replied vaguely, taking a larger sip of wine than what was considered polite.
To his surprise, Ward nodded in agreement. “You can explore a few things before you come home, it’ll give you more experience for joining the board. A year or so after graduation, that’s fine.”
“You’ll let him swan around instead of doing his job?”
“A couple years won’t hurt anything. He’s in supply chain, Rose, it’s relevant work.”
Rafe had a small smile as he picked at his food with the fork, then lifted his head. “What if I didn’t get a job in supply chain? To start?”
Ward fixed him with a stern gaze. “If this is about your minor, I don’t want to hear it.”
His smile dropped as quickly as he’d found it. “No, yeah, supply chain is smart.”
Rose glanced between the two of them, then cocked her head at Sophie. “What are you studying?”
“I’m in architecture.” Sophie replied, tensing a little.
“Oh. That’s cute. I’ve been looking to hire someone to help decorate our parlor, actually -”
“It’s, um, designing buildings, not interior decorating. It requires a master’s.” Sophie cut her off, with a little more edge to her voice than necessary.
Rose nodded. “Right. What’s the starting salary, around 30k? It’s a good thing you’re with Rafe, you won’t have to sacrifice for a tiny apartment once you graduate.”
Sophie flinched, stabbing her fork into the salad harder than necessary. “It depends on the firm.”
Rafe stayed silent, staring at his wine glass. They all sat there quietly as the clinks of their forks and their glasses echoed in the room for a few moments as they all ate, or pushed around the food on their plates.
“Rafe.”
His head snapped up at Ward. “Yes sir.”
“Are you still wanting the plane and the house for your fall break?”
Sophie didn’t dare look up to show the surprise flash across her face.
“Yes, sir, if that’s alright. It’s just a small group.” Rafe replied, nodding quickly. “I’ll do that remote work like you asked, call into the meetings if you need me to.”
“That’ll work.” Ward nodded. “You haven’t taken Sophie down there, just Brooklyn, right?”
“Mm. Yeah. That was a while ago.” Rafe sighed. “I haven’t dated her in over a year.”
“You’ll love it, Sophie,” Rose smiled at her. “It’s the best, so luxurious. You’re probably not used to it so it’ll be a treat.”
She bit the inside of her cheek, hard. “Right.”
Rafe glanced down at his watch as he briefly squeezed her knee under the table. “Thank you for having us over for lunch, Dad, Rose, but we have to catch our flight tonight and haven’t packed up yet. Sophie’s dad is driving us to the airport.”
“Alright.” Ward rose from his chair at the same time as his son, nodding. “Call me, okay? Check in once in a while?”
“Yeah, Dad, of course.” Rafe relaxed into the hug with his dad, pulling away with a broad smile. “Maybe you could come up for parent’s weekend this year.”
“I’ll check the calendar. Sophie, it was nice to see you again.” Ward walked them both out and she was unbelievably stiff as she shook his hand, her jaw set. When they walked out hand in hand again to her dad’s car, parked at the very end of the drive, she stayed quiet.
Rafe slid into the car with her and gave her a grin, like the weight had been lifted from his shoulders. “That wasn’t bad, right? I expected much worse!”
“Yeah.” She nodded weakly, staring ahead at his house out the window. “Can we go?”
He started the car with a frown, reaching out to place his hand on her thigh but she shifted away. “Sophie. What’s up?”
“Let’s just get home.” She offered a fake smile that he saw through right away, but he didn’t press it.
The rest of the drive was quiet as Rafe turned the radio up and tried to ignore her leg jittering anxiously and how she kept switching her ring from finger to finger, a constant nervous habit of hers. When he pulled into the driveway at her house, he reached out again and stilled her leg. “Sophie.”
“You didn’t say a thing.” She murmured to herself, not looking at him.
“What do you mean?” He frowned and reached out to take her hand.
Sophie pulled back a little, but turned to look at him. “Nothing, it’s fine. I’m glad it went well with your dad.”
“But…”
She leaned forward and gave him a short kiss and a smile to match, shaking her head. “You said it yourself, we have to go pack. Come on.” She got out of the car and didn’t give him a second glance backward as she strode into the house.
Rafe sat there and watched, dumbfounded and unsure of what he’d done.
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