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nickfowlerrr · 1 year

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call it what you want to

pairing: neighbor!bucky barnes x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. pet names. dirty thoughts. uhhhh that's all? also not sure what trope this is lol but when i nail it down, i'll add it. i'm thinking it's just friends to lovers? frenemies to lovers maybe? idk lol.

words: 3.1k

notes: this was my attempt at writing a stand alone, less than 1k drabble. it did not go well. there will definitely be more lmao. eventually. <3 hope you guys like this, and thank you in advance for reading. as always, feeback and reblogs are more than welcome and are so appreciated! let me know your thoughts :)

“Fuck!”

Your voice echoed in the hallway of the apartment complex as you stared down at your take out now spilled all over the floor.

“Stupid goddamn key,” you cursed again, the key to your apartment caught in the metal loop of your lanyard. Truthfully, you knew you had too many keychains and this happened every time you had to jingle your keys from your bag. You should’ve set the food down, but you were too impatient to get inside.

While you struggled with your keys, the door to the apartment down the hall opened, the sound of it catching your attention.

You looked over and then quickly away as you saw him. As if things couldn’t get any more embarrassing, of course he had to be a witness to the mess that was you for the second time this week.

“Locked out again?” the tall, built brunette asked as he walked down the hall, his brilliant blue eyes set on you.

“No,” you grumbled, avoiding his gaze as you tried to free your key from the lock of rings it had become stuck in.

He stopped right next to you and you took a deep breath as you felt him watching you intently, analyzing the predicament you'd found yourself in. His eyes were on you for too long, making you more flustered than you already were, before they fell to the food laying on the ground by your feet.

He raised a brow before looking back up at you, leaning against the wall beside him, crossing his arms as he examined you further but continuing to say absolutely nothing.

“Is there a reason you’re staring, Mr. Barnes?” you huffed, annoyed.

“Mr. Barnes?” he questioned. “I’m not 80.”

“Could've fooled me," you mumbled under your breath with a roll of your eyes, "damn it," you whined, growing more and more frustrated at your lack of success in getting your key unstuck. You began shaking the set of keys from the base of the lanyard, hoping to get it free that way.

He grabbed the keys from your hand with a scoff and you watched as he easily pulled the key out of the rings it was caught in before dangling them in front of you.

You narrowed your eyes as you scowled at him and his obnoxiously smug face. Reaching to snatch the keys from him, he pulled them back right before you had them in your grasp. You could’ve growled with how irritated you were.

“I’m not in the mood, James. Give me my keys,” you demanded.

“James?” he repeated, sounding even more offended than before. "Christ, doll, let's go back to Barnes."

"I told you to stop calling me pet names not more than.. two days ago, did I not?" You shot him another sharp look as he smirked in response.

"Well, I believe your exact words were, 'Bucky, if you call me sweetheart one more time tonight, I'm going to file an official complaint against you with management for harassment'," he quoted you verbatim.

Your mouth parted as you furrowed your brows, you couldn't help how obviously taken aback you were at his apparent perfect memory and he smiled at the impressed look on your face.

"Huh, so you remember exactly what I said, and yet," you tittered humorlessly, "you're still doing it."

"You said nothing about being called 'doll' and your warning was clearly for that night only, so," he shrugged, blue eyes still on you while he simpered.

"Were you not on your way somewhere?"

"I was," he nodded before he pushed away from the wall, beginning to walk past you as you watched him, turning to follow his movements, dumbfounded at his dismissal. “I am,” he finished smoothly as he kept walking.

"The hell you are," you called after him, following him down the hall. "Give me my keys."

"Okay," he said, continuing to the stairwell. You scoffed in disbelief as you followed him through the doors and down the steps.

"Now," you specified as if he didn't know what you meant in the first place.

He seemed to fly down the stairs as he ignored you and you huffed in annoyance, resigning yourself to following him all the way down. When you reached the first floor, he was waiting for you with a boyish grin.

You shot daggers at him as you scowled, putting your hand out, palm up for him to drop your keys into. He looked at your hand quizzically, an eyebrow quirked before he took your hand and brought your knuckles to his lips, brushing them across your skin.

Your heart skipped a beat and you embarrassingly felt your breath catch in your throat the moment his eyes looked up to meet yours, the bright blues twinkling as his soft lips lingered on your hand.

It wasn't even a second before you pulled your hand away like he'd burned you.

You swallowed hard, standing straighter as you eyed him.

"Well, definitely gonna be making that harassment complaint now," you said, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach at his actions and the way his bright, easy smile had your heart fluttering.

"I don't think you'll have to go through the trouble. I'm thinking about moving out next month," he told you.

You felt your face drop slightly as you blinked at the news, a wave of disappointment and sadness running over you. "Oh," was all you breathed.

You both stood there for a moment, a charged silence between you and your neighbor begrudgingly turned, dare you say, friend...

Would he consider you a friend? Did he consider you at all? Of course he did. You'd been hanging out at least weekly for the past almost three months. You were friends. Right?

You forced the ridiculous thoughts away, not needing to dwell on them. It didn't matter.

"You just moved in a few months ago, you're trynna leaving already?" you asking trying to sound nonchalant.

He kept his eyes on you, and you could feel him keenly watching your every reaction. You just prayed he couldn't see too much. You didn't need to embarrass yourself anymore today.

His tongue jutted out past his pink lips before his ever-present smirk returned. "No, I'm not. Just wanted to see your reaction. And if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were a little let down there, sweetheart."

You clicked your tongue, scoffing while you fought a smile as you eyed him challengingly. "Good thing you know better, then."

"Good thing," he nodded as he smiled wittingly at you.

"Can I have my keys back now?"

He took a deep breath in through his nose and out before turning around to continue out the gate and down the street.

"After we eat," he said over his shoulder, expecting you to follow him. "We're going to that Chinese place I was telling you about the other day." He held the gate for you and after a second, you walked out, waiting for him to lead the way. As easy as it would be for you to argue, you were starving.

"You're lucky I'm hungry, Barnes."

You were walking side by side as you felt him look over at you, simpering. You looked over to him in return and despite the brisk air hitting your face as you walked, your skin felt flushed - the look in his eyes causing warmth to rise under your cheeks as your own eyes flitted away, back to the street in front of you. You took a grounding breath.

“Lucky for a lot of reasons, doll. Guess good timing’s one of ‘em.”

"Joe's gonna have my ass if he sees the food I dropped on the floor," you laughed as you remembered the mess you’d left outside your apartment door. Bucky looked straight ahead then, too, unconsciously puffing out his chest as he brought his shoulders back and stood straighter. In that moment, you couldn’t help but admire how built he was, his tall stature and muscular frame. You wondered if he noticed the people who were avoiding him as they walked by, or the ones who ogled him as they passed. You certainly did.

"Ah, I wouldn't worry about it. Just take him up on that coffee date he keeps asking you for and he'll be cleaning it up himself." The normal levity his voice carried when he spoke to you was gone. He sounded...off, maybe a little huffy. You weren't sure why.

"How do you know about that?" you asked.

He took a second before he responded, a smirk gracing his face once again as he looked at you. "Thin walls," he answered, his eyes running up and down your figure as you faltered for just a moment, keeping your gaze ahead of you.

"Thin walls? Or super hearing?"

"A bit of both, maybe," he considered as he walked a bit closer to you. When he took another step near you, his arm brushing yours, you stopped walking, glancing over to him but not turning to face him head on. He leaned into you and spoke near your ear, his breath warm on your wind chilled skin, "You'd be surprised all the things I'm able to hear. Even the tiniest little squeaks in the middle of the night."

His voice was quiet and close and so damn suggestive. It made your stomach flip and sent a tingle through you as you took an unintentionally shaky breath at his proximity.

He leaned further past you and when your eyes followed his movements in front of and across your body, you realized you were standing in front of the restaurant, and he was pulling the door open for you.

When you finally managed to bring yourself to look at him, he was wearing a cocksure smile, while you worked hard to make sure you didn't let your mortification show, tried to play it cool like you had no idea what he could possibly be referring to. But with the way he was looking so sure and satisfied, you must have failed.

You cleared your throat as you turned sharply to walk past him into the restaurant, through the door he was holding for you. The second you stepped in, he was right behind you. You were halted in your path almost immediately after walking further inside as a man was leaving. There was a tight little hallway that led from the front entrance to the rest of the restaurant and you almost ran into him in the tight space, apologizing as you pressed yourself closer to the wall next to you so you didn’t touch him. There was a feeling of self consciousness threating to take over as you assessed the space you were taking up as opposed to that of the people trying to pass you. It was evident, at least in your mind, that you were the problem. You figured it'd be best to just back up out of the hallway and let them walk by without being so in the way. So caught up in your distance between you and the people in front of you, you hadn’t even recognized Bucky’s chest at your back, or your ass unintentionally flush against his crotch until his metal hand gripped your hip when you wiggled back to make room for the new people who were leaving.

You heard his sharp inhale as he held you still and wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole so you wouldn’t be able to keep embarrassing yourself. You weren't sure if you should mention it and apologize or just act like nothing happened…

“Sorry,” you breathed. Bucky didn’t respond, only squeezed your hip lightly again.

When the people who were leaving were past you, you turned your head to look at Bucky. “Go in front,” you ordered a bit snippy, not wanting to lead the way. You’d never been here and you didn’t know where to go and you were, understandably, already feeling flustered.

“Can't,” he responded, voice tight, urging you forward with his hand still on your hip. Your eyes widened though he couldn’t see before your brows furrowed in disbelief.

“Are you joking?”

“You were just wiggling your ass against me, doll, it’s not like I’m doing it on purpose. I’m only human,”

“Well I didn’t do it on purpose, either,” you hissed quietly. "I can't believe you,"

Truth be told, Bucky couldn't believe himself either. He had a lot more self control than most, and such a light touch from anyone would never have him this visibly worked up. But the second you grazed against him, he immediately felt his cock stirring. It certainly didn't help that he'd only just been replaying the sounds of your desperate little moans, the ones he hears in the middle of the night along with the soft rumbling of whatever toy it is you use. The sweet sounds float into his room and all he can do it groan and torture himself with the thoughts of you, with the thoughts of one day getting to hear those whimpers in his ear as you wrap yourself around him and not just through the painfully thin walls of your apartment all alone...

He likes to imagine it's a sleek black rabbit. Envisions you pumping the silicone length in and out of your slick cunt as your head is thrown back in ecstasy, your breasts on full display, pert nipples just begging to be lavished upon as you arch your back, your thick thigh parted to afford him the perfect view of your glistening sex. Your tight pussy taking the toy so nicely, he can only imagine how incredible your silky walls feel gripping the length and squeezing along it as you work it in and out of yourself. He can't help but imagine what you'd feel like on his thick cock...his cock that, fucking hell, at this moment, was only growing harder and if he wasn't careful, he'd make himself look like even more a perverted jackass than he already had.

He forced himself to stop thinking about it, but it was impossible to stop thinking about you. Even if you weren't right here with him now, he was sure you'd be on him mind. He'd been finding himself having thoughts of you more and more frequently, even about the most mundane things. It seemed like every little thing led back to you.

He'd only known you now for a few months, but you seemed to occupy enough space in his mind that he would've sworn he'd known you for years. It felt that way, too. Like he could easily be himself around you, his true self. He wasn't sure you knew what effect you had on him, how you effortlessly got his walls down without even trying. He had no idea what it was about you, but it was something.

He's always being told how he was short with people, cold, closed off, grumpy, blunt, etc., etc., and he knew he was. There weren't many people he wanted to get to know, not many he wanted to even have to speak to. But with you.. It was almost embarrassing how excited he'd get when he'd hear your voice in the hallway, bounding up from wherever he was inside and heading straight for the door, pulling his boots on as fast as he could and grabbing his keys, then taking a second to compose himself and regain his air of cool before walking out the door. It didn't matter he had no plans of going anywhere, he just wanted an excuse to see you, to talk to you even if only in passing. He had a system to it now, too. If you were just getting home from somewhere, he'd pretend he was on his way to check his mail and if you were leaving, he'd be leaving, too. Taking the elevator with you, or the stairs depending on your mood, and then begrudgingly parting ways so he didn't appear like such a pup.

Occasionally, normally if it was late when you were headed out, he'd invite himself to go with you wherever it was you were going. On the times he'd miss your leaving, or you seemed like you wanted to be alone, he'd just...very nonchalantly, super casually, stealthily... follow you around the city. Not in a creepy way, he told himself. Just in a, a friendly, watching out for you way. It hadn't happened more than a handful of times, so it wasn't like he was stalking you. He really just wanted to make sure you were okay.

"You okay?" your voice asked, snapping him from his thoughts.

"'M fine, doll,"

"Great, well are you gonna apologize?" you said expectantly, turning your eyes on him as you looked up over your shoulder.

"I'm sorry," he breathed a smiled.

"Thank you," you stated simply before turning back around to look at the menu board. "And you can take your hand off of me now," you added, not wanting to say it while facing him, lest he catch the look in your eyes making it evident you wouldn't mind all that much if he kept his hands on your forever. And you wouldn't say it, but his touch was oddly comforting. You found yourself disappointed when he let his hand slip down from its place on your hip.

"Did I tell you my couch got delivered?"

"Oh yeah?" you laughed, grateful for the change in conversation.

"Mhm," he affirmed. "It could use some wearing in," he hinted.

"Not comfy?"

"Not just yet."

"Hm. I'm sure it'll get there."

"Come on, don't make me beg here,"

"Beg? For what?"

"You know what I'm getting at,"

"Do I?" you questioned, playing dumb. He sighed loudly as he stepped from behind you, moving instead to stand next to you again.

"Would you come over tonight? I'll even let you pick what we watch,"

You narrowed your eyes at the proposal. "Yeah?"

"Yes."

You pursed your lips, pretending to think on it, knowing full well your answer was a 'yes' the second he brought it up. "Okay," you agreed with a soft smile that you tried to hide.

He looked down at you next to him, admiring the way it felt so right to be near you, even as simply as this, as he smiled in return. "So you wanna eat here or take it back to my place?"

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#bucky barnes x curvy!reader #bucky barnes x plus size!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x curvy!reader #bucky x plus size!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes drabble #neighbor!bucky

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 2 months

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All The Friends With Benefits (Part 2)

Summary: The reader and Jensen are home from a trip and have just finished up enjoying some one on one time when some unexpected visitors drop by...

Part 1

Pairing: Jensen x reader (w/ Jared & Gen)

Word Count: 1,100ish

Warnings: language, teasing, smut (roleplay with friends, implied dom/sub, spanking, delayed orgasms, aftercare), crack fic

A/N: More crack fic adventures. Enjoy!

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“Fuck you have a perfect ass,” you said as you climbed off Jensen and he rolled over to his stomach. He hissed when you ran a hand over the red cheeks but you quickly returned with a bottle of lotion. You rubbed it into the skin gently, Jensen humming to himself. “Better?”

“Yeah. Bet you won’t even leave a mark,” he said. You laid down in bed beside him, Jensen smiling before you both heard a noise somewhere else in the dark house. You sat up, Jensen out of bed, freezing when the door creaked open.

“Hey, shh,” said Jared. He and Gen were giggling, both of them stopping when they saw you and Jensen there. “I thought you guys got back tomorrow.”

“We caught an earlier flight,” said Jensen, tugging his boxer briefs on and quickly deciding against that. “What are you guys doing in our house?”

“House sitting,” said Gen but you saw the look on her face.

“Do you two fuck in our house when we’re not here?” you asked.

“I mean we have a key. It’s not like we’re really doing anything. We always wash the sheets afterwards too,” said Jared.

“Oh. Awesome,” said Jensen. He turned around and you heard them both giggle.

“Looks like someone was a bad boy,” said Gen. Jensen spun around and pouted, staring at you. “We could...play. We haven’t since the party a few weeks ago.”

“I don’t think Jensen could handle more spanking no offense,” you said.

“What she said.”

“Oh he doesn’t need one. We could simply instruct?” said Jared.

“I thought you two wanted to have sex,” you said.

“Yeah. Why don’t we tell you two what to do,” said Jensen.

“Alright,” shrugged Gen. “Baby?”

“I’m good,” said Jared.

“Do I have to get out of bed for this?” you asked.

“I’m not gonna make ‘em fuck on the floor, Y/N,” said Jensen.

“You guys are nailing this dom thing,” said Jared with a smirk. Gen giggled and you got up from bed, tossing on Jensen’s shirt. Jared narrowed his eyes and you cocked your head. “I’m waiting.”

“Take-”

“I was referring to Jensen,” he said. “He’s the one that brought it up after all.”

Jensen opened his mouth but Jared just laughed.

“Gen spank him. Ten,” you said. “Clothes off. The longer you wait the more I add.”

Jared grumbled as he took off his clothes, Gen smiling to herself.

“You too,” said Jensen. “You get five of your own for Jared being a little shit.”

She smacked his arm and undressed, Jared turning around and letting Gen go to town on him.

“Go to the guest room. Screw however you want but nobody comes, got it?” said Jensen. A moment later you and Jensen were alone, Jensen wearing a big smirk.

“What do you got in mind?”

“Well, I figured by the time we get off again, they’ll be both be begging for it,” he said.

“You sure they’ll listen?”

“They’ll listen,” he said. “They aren’t as troublesome as us.”

“Definitely not,” you said, smacking his ass. He yelped and rubbed it, frowning at you. “Whoops.”

“Just for that, I’m not going to spank you with my hand,” he said.

“Oh fuck.”

“Come on,” said Jensen thirty minutes later. Your ass was sore and you’d long since discarded his shirt. He dug into your pink cheeks with one hand, the other rubbing his palm flat against your clit roughly while you rode him. “Wanna come in you. Milk my cock, come on sweetheart.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you shouted, gripping him tight, squeezing his throbbing cock as you came. You pushed yourself through it, fucking down onto him while he kept rubbing and rubbing you straight into a second orgasm.

You whimpered as you stopped and rolled off of him, Jensen kissing you slowly.

“Good girl,” he said. He stroked your cheek and nuzzled you, gently running a finger up and down your back. “Lay on your stomach and I’ll get your ass taken care of.”

“Alright. We better go check on the other two after,” you said. Jensen was gentle in rubbing the lotion into your skin, letting it sink in for a few minutes and cleaning you up before the two of you wandered down the hall.

You pushed open the door to find Jared pushed down on the bed and Gen above him.

“Well what do we have here?” you teased. “Should have figured Gen was the top.”

“Guys,” she said. “Please.”

“Go ahead,” said Jensen. Less than a minute later they were both exhaling deeply, eyes shut and basking in the afterglow of their orgasms. “That was nearly an hour. Good for you two.”

“Here,” you said, setting the lotion down on the nightstand. “It really helps.”

“Thanks,” said Gen.

“Do you guys need anything?” asked Jensen.

“We could get snacks or-” you said before they both giggled.

“We’re okay. It wasn’t that hard. If you wouldn’t mind turning up the heat for us that’d be great,” said Jared. “We’re probably gonna crash here too if that’s cool.”

“Totally. Shout if you need something,” you said.

“Night guys.”

“Morning,” you said as you and Jensen came downstairs to find Jared and Gen making breakfast.

“Sounds like someone had a very good morning,” said Gen.

“Dean Winchester isn’t the only one with an oral fixation,” you said. You smirked as Jensen rolled his eyes, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

“We were wondering if you guys wanted to try playing again tonight?” asked Jared.

“Nothing too extreme and I’m down,” you said.

“We were thinking something softer?” said Gen. “We had fun last night and wanted to return the favor.”

“Sure,” said Jensen. “Sounds like a plan. Maybe we can go out for dinner first.”

“That sounds good,” you said. “I am curious what you guys have in store.”

“Oh, we think you guys will enjoy it. I guarantee it.”

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#spn #supernatural #jensen x reader #spn fanfiction #rpf #au #supernatural fanfiction #crack fic #Jensen Ackles #Jared Padalecki #Gen Padalecki #smut #jensen x

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topgun-imagines · 1 year

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For My Daughter

Requested: yes

Summary: When Bradley rushes home from training, Maverick follows him and discovers something he never would have guessed. Bradley has a daughter.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: Crying baby, mentions of death, mentions of abandonment by a parent.

Note: Based off the song ‘For My Daughter’ by Kane Brown. This is pretty different than any other story I’ve written. (Not really a reader insert)

Pairings: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Daughter

The Dagger Squad had finally made their way back to the hangar after a long day of training. Maverick was trailing behind them slightly. The older man watched as Bradley fiddled anxiously with his sunglasses. The pilot was the first one to the hangar, quickly collecting all of his belongings before waiting for their instructor to return. None of the other aviators seemed to notice the way Bradley was about to sprint out of the hangar. He glanced at Maverick, almost pleading with the man to make things quick. He had somewhere that he really needed to be.

As if the older man could sense his desperation, Maverick made his final notes quick and bid the class goodbye. Rooster was quick to leave the room. He rushed to the locker room and changed quickly.

In mere minutes he was in his truck, pulling out of the parking lot and rushing to his house. He made the dive very quick, most likely breaking numerous laws in the process. He pulled into the driveway, jumped from his truck and ran up to the door. The door was already unlocked, meaning all he had to do was yank it open and rush inside. “Amelia?” He frantically called out. His wide eyes glanced around as he moved through the living room.

Moments later he could hear loud cries coming from the kitchen. “In here Rooster,” He entered the room seconds later, looking around until he found Amelia and his daughter. She was seated at the kitchen table, rocking the small baby back and forth to try and soothe her. Bradley cooed softly before moving to take her from the young girl's arms. The baby continued to cry even in her father's arms. “I’m not sure what’s wrong. I’ve tried everything.” Amelia spoke up, gesturing to all of the baby items littered across the table.

Bradley only nodded, gently swaying his daughter to try and get her cries to stop. When they only got louder Bradley sighed. Ever since her mother had walked out a few months ago, Bradley found that his daughter was only growing more and more restless. Some days it seemed that without her mother, his daughter was almost inconsolable. “It’s alright, Amelia. Thank you.” The girl only smiled at him. She moved to collect her belongings and pack them into her bag.

Just as she was finishing packing up, there was a knock on the door. Bradley’s daughter began crying louder. Amelia moved to open it, allowing Bradley to try and comfort his daughter. He could hear the door open and suddenly the house was quiet save for the cries of his daughter. Bradley waited for Amelia to return, half expecting it to be some random door-to-door salesman. However, when he saw Maverick walk into the kitchen with Amelia trailing behind him looking somewhat anxious, he realized he was extremely mistaken.

The young girl smiled at him as she grabbed her bag. Bradley mouthed a thank you one last time before she disappeared from the room. He could hear the door close behind her seconds later. His eyes moved to the man standing in the middle of his kitchen. Maverick’s eyes were focused on the small bundle in Bradley's arms. His eyes were wide and his lips were parted, a look of shock painted across his face.

Bradley cleared his throat, causing Maverick’s eyes to dart up to his. “I didn’t know you had a daughter.” The older man spoke, his voice slightly raised to be heard over the crying baby. The pilot nodded, bouncing his daughter in his arms. Ever since the uranium mission the two of them had been working toward rebuilding their relationship but his daughter was very important to him. He had decided that he was going to wait and tell Maverick when the time was right. It seemed as if the universe had decided that now was the time.

Still standing in the doorway, Maverick watched as Bradley struggled to calm his daughter. He was just about to move to reward when he hesitated. While he wanted to help Bradley calm his little girl, he didn’t want to overstep. “If you want,” The older man started, taking a small step forward. “I can help?” It ended up coming out as more of a question than a statement, Maverick’s hesitancy carrying through his voice. Bradley glanced up at Maverick before nodding slightly.

Maverick took that as his cue to move forward. With the younger pilot's permission, he scooped the little girl from his arms and started rocking her back and forth. Bradley watched as the older man adjusted his daughter in his arms, moving her so that she was in a position to burp her. Groaning, Bradley tipped his head back and stared at the roof. How could he have missed that? In only a few minutes the baby had burped, instantly ending her cries.

Bringing the baby back into a cradled position, Maverick began walking around the kitchen slowly. Bradley led him out of the kitchen and into his bedroom where her crib was set up. Once they were in the room, Maverick set the baby down into her crib and turned on the mobile above her. That instantly seemed to peak her attention, her wide eyes focusing on it as it spun. The both of them watched as her eyes slowly drifted shut, her small lips parting as she finally fell asleep.

They headed downstairs, Maverick trailing after the younger man as they headed back into their kitchen. “Want something to drink?” Bradley questioned. Mav nodded, mentioning something about a water as he sat at the table. The younger pilot returned a few seconds later with two glasses of water. “How did you know to do that?”

Chuckling quietly, Maverick sipped his water before answering. “That’s what we did for you when you were her age,” Bradley sat in stunned silence until Maverick spoke again. “Your dad showed me how to do it one day when you were being particularly fussy.” Mav laughed at the memory. That brought a smile onto Bradley’s face.

They both sat in silence for the next few minutes. That was until Bradley spoke up. “I’m sorry for not telling you about her,” Maverick could only shake his head. He understood why Bradley never said anything. He had seen the stress that Carole had when she was raising Bradley without a father. Now her son was raising his own daughter by himself at a much younger age. He couldn’t imagine how hard it must have been for him. “Really I was. It’s just hard without her mom around.’’

Nodding, Mav took a sip of his water before speaking. “You know kiddo,” He started, drawing Bradley’s attention with just those first few words. “If you need help I’ll always be here for you.” Bradley could only smile. He fought his hardest to not let himself cry, although he found it hard with all the emotions he was feeling. It was nice to hear that his father figure would be there for him and his daughter. He always had fears that he was going to end up just like his father. That he was going to end up dying while on duty, leaving his daughter to grow up without a father. Considering the fact that her mother had walked out on them, Bradley was all that his daughter had left. He had made a promise to her that she would never have to find out what it is like to grow up without a father. A promise that he intended on keeping.

“Thank you for your help today Mav,” Bradley smiled at the older man, finishing off his cup before setting it on the table. “And I’m glad that you’re gonna get to be a part of her life. I’m sure she’s gonna love having her grandpa around.” Now it was Maverick’s turn to try and hold off tears. He could only return the younger man's smile. Bradley was right. He was really looking forward to being a part of her life.

A/n: Thank you all for reading! Feel free to send in any requests.

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futbol16 · 1 year

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Where does it not hurt • Alexia Putellas

Word count: 2,1k

Your lips pressed together and you allow yourself to lean your back against the closed cabinets as your tongues battle for dominance, a battle that both of you knew you’d win. This wasn’t your first time doing this with Luisa, ever since that one night a month ago you had been pulled out of your seat by the flight attendant numerous times.

“Where are you flying?” she breathed out as your lips moved to her jaw

“Oh, I’m sure you know” and she hums at your words, her fingers tangling in your hair as you place open mouthed kisses on her skin. The sound of the curtain being pulled back had you looking up, though Luisa didn’t seem to hear it as she tugs you back down. Y

ou keep eye contact with the person as Luisa presses herself into you. Alexia gulps as she watches frozen in her place, the required hairstyle of a bun for the flight attendant allowing the midfielder to see your lips move down the side of the girl’s neck and her eyes move back to yours. The intensity of the eye contact and the fact that the girl in your arms was quietly whining in pleasure is too much for Alexia and she blinks rapidly to bring herself back to reality. Her journey to the toilet is postponed as she stumbles back a bit turning around, she hurries back to her seat leaving you alone with the flight attendant.

“Well that was fast” Frido comments from her seat next to the Barcelona captain and Alexia only nods at her words, her mind replaying what she just saw. A few minutes later you flop back in your seat next to Mapi who snickers at your swollen lips and nudges you in the shoulder.

“Had fun?” she laughs, soon joined by Lucy and you grin back at them with a joking tone.

“Have I ever told you I have a thing for stewardesses?” the two cackle at your words

“And footballers” Mapi mutters and you smack her in the shoulder

“A Spanish footballer!”

“Lucy!” you scold the woman who raises her hands in mock innocence, a smirk plastered on her face. Alexia watches the scene from her own seat before she turns forward with a huff, Rolfő’s question falling on deaf ears. Her mind was spiraling.

You and Alexia had become friends when you joined the team a couple of seasons ago and it quickly became apparent to your teammates that you were attached at the hip. Wherever you were, the midfielder followed and vice versa. The two of you would ask to be roomed together on away games, partner up for drills in training and spend off days together. Known as the female Lionel Messi and Louis Suárez of Barca femení, defenders were terrified to face Barcelona’s best duo. You were a force to be reckoned with.

Somewhere along the friendship with the Catalonian had turned into something else, although no one said anything about it the flirtatious remarks sent the other’s way were hard to miss. Touches between you became more frequent, often lingering and whispers were shared amongst the two of you. The thin line separating friendship from something more started to blur more with each passing day until you had enough of it and confronted her.

Your biggest mistake, you were soon to find out. You left your shared hotel room close to tears and extremely embarrassed at the rejection, you failed to return that night as you opted to stay in Mapi’s room. The defender had begged you to tell her what happened but you wouldn’t budge and as soon as the tears started rolling down your cheeks the blonde forgot all about it and instead gathered you in her arms and held you as long as you needed her to.

It was better if she didn’t know, you thought, with how protective she was of you she’d surely go absolutely mental if you told her and your team didn’t need tension and arguments during the season. Alexia on the other hand felt extremely bad and similar to you, that night she fell asleep on her pillow damp from tears. Since then you had talked up the Barcelona flight attendant and Luisa was quick to jump at the opportunity of snogging with a hot footballer. Alexia understood that.

Attending an event, just the two of you wasn’t the most ideal situation but you had to act professional. You couldn’t let something as simple as a rejection affect your game on the pitch and your behavior off it. You would survive the night. Or so you thought. Throughout the event Alexia kept herself close to you despite the glares you sent her way to back off. The brunette would only smile your way in front of the camera, hand flat on the small of your back and occasionally complimenting you. You tried acting like it wasn’t bothering you, like the touch that you used to crave was only making you uncomfortable now but as her hand brushes against your own for the umpteenth time, you decide to do something about it.

Grabbing a hold of said hand Alexia barely has enough time to set her drink on the table before you’re dragging her with you to the bathroom. Upon entering you immediately lock the door behind you making sure that no one would interrupt the two of you. You turn back to the midfielder with a look that almost has her taking a step back from you.

“What are you doing? You don’t get to do those things anymore, you made yourself pretty clear Alexia!” you hiss at her, stalking towards her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” she unsteadily lets out.

“I felt humiliated Alexia, you made me feel stupid. Don’t make me spell it out for you!” she stays silent as her eyes take in your expression, your own eyes hardening. “I get that you’re my captain, but God help me if this-if all of that was one sided. I mean even our closest friends thought we were past that point!”

you laugh humorlessly as you smooth your hair back, a single strand falling into your face. The brunette reaches out to tuck it behind your ear but you stop her with a hand on her wrist. It hurts more than she thought it would, you rejecting her touch.

“Alexia, please.” you plead with her, exhaustion clear on your face. “Don’t make it hurt more.” and with that you’re out of the bathroom leaving the midfielder on her own. Alexia’s eyes water as she leans her forehead against the door, a quiet cry leaving her lips.

“Alexia, what did you do!” the blonde comes bustling into the empty locker room, raging. The Barcelona captain stands, a sudden dread filling her. “You promised not to hurt her, you promised me!”

“I know! I know!” she drops back in her seat, head in her hands.

“You told her you couldn’t love her because you’re captain? I mean what kind of bullshit is that? It didn’t stop you before!” the blonde paces the room though her eyes remain on Alexia.

She looks up at her, regret written all across her face and Mapi stops in her pacing. She knew how important you were to each other, and Alexia was her friend too. As much as she was angry with her right now, she wasn’t going to make her suffer. Walking to her captain, gaze hardening as she speaks.

“You better fix this with her and fast” she nods back at the defender, sniffling lightly as she thinks of how to get you back.

“So? How’s it been with Luisa?” Lucy wiggles her eyebrows suggestively and you wave her off.

“I broke it off.”

“Aww come on! So no action for you, huh?” Patri jokes

“No, there wasn't any action before either. I don’t do meaningless sex” you admit as you sip on your coffee.

“Only meaningless make out sessions?”

“Ah, so you called it off because she wanted more?” the two of them push and you shrug at them.

“She wasn’t the real deal” your eyes wander to your captain only to find her staring back at you before Mapi sits down next to you.

You had been targeted all throughout the match against Real Madrid. It was obvious that they weren’t liking your chemistry with Alexia and this time they decided it’d be more efficient if they’d only target the one of you, hoping to get you off the field and make their job at winning easier. You weren’t going to allow that though and after a hard fought 105 minutes you limp off the field with a 5-1 win and seven yellow cards to Real Madrid.

Entering the tunnel you’re sent to the medical room where you were told you’d be checked out. That is where you sat currently, jersey discarded and you fumbled with it as you waited for someone to assess you. The sound of the door opening has you looking up and your eyebrows furrow as you find Alexia slowly walking up to you. She silently reaches for a pack of wipes and you watch her move around.

“What are you, my nurse now?” you weakly joke and she momentarily glances up at you as she sighs.

“I’m so sorry Y/N/N, lo siento I didn’t mean to hurt you” she starts and you allow her to move the baby hairs out of your face. She gently takes the shirt from your hand and sets it next to you on the medical table.

“Lo siento, I was just so scared. I’ve never met someone like you, someone so amazing and-”

“Ouch!” you let out as she dabs the wipe on one of the cuts on your side, no doubt when you got tackled by Esther. She moves elsewhere with the wipe, muttering a quick apology.

“And loving and someone who could understand me so well. You brought out this different side of me and showed me how to live, to really live-” you clench your jaw as she puts some cream on your bruise and you move her hand away from you. She grabs the wipe again, continuing her work.

“I was just scared I’d ruin it all, that you’d realize I wasn’t who you wanted-”

“That hurts!” you hiss out as the wipe runs over another cut.

“Well where doesn’t it hurt!” She throws her hands up and you finally take notice of the way her eyes are welling up, your own now softening and you take a hold of her hands pulling her a bit closer.

“Here, it doesn’t hurt here” you point to your shoulder, inhaling sharply when she slowly leans closer and presses a kiss to your skin. Your head turns in her direction and your eyes meet as she pulls back. Her eyes glimmer with hope in the poorly lit medical room.

“Here” you point to your forehead, eyes fluttering at the kiss she places there, lips lingering for a second or two.

“Here” you whisper with a slight stutter, fingers ghosting over your lips as you stare up at her. There’s a light pink tint to her cheeks as she pauses, making sure you actually want this like she’s forgotten about the back and forth flirting between the two of you and your confession. A second later she leans in capturing your lips in a sweet kiss and her hands fly to your neck whilst your arms circle her waist and you pull her impossibly closer until she’s standing between your legs. Your lips glide over each other in perfect sync like your souls have been waiting for this for years, and maybe they have. Your tongue explores her mouth as she tugs on your hair and you pull away breathlessly but you don’t go far as you lean your foreheads together. Your eyes are twinkling with love and Alexia melts under your gaze until a single tear escapes her eye.

“Hey, hey” you whisper to her as you wipe the tears.

“Lo siento, I really didn’t mean to hurt you” she tucks herself into your neck. As you rub her back.

“I know Ale” she smiles at the nickname, you haven’t called her that in a while. “It’s okay amor, just don’t do it again.” you attempt to lightly joke but the midfielder takes it very seriously as she nods into your neck.

“Never again” she smiles at you and she doesn’t let you reply as she whispers on your lips before pulling you back in. “Te amo Y/N”

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso one shot #futbol16 #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader

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lilcatdraws · 3 months

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Home from the Psych Ward

Ledger!Joker x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Joker has been in Arkham for the past month. He escaped two days ago and after the horrible treatment comes home to you sick and miserable. You nurse him back to health.

Author’s Note: Finally! I got something done. I wasn’t really sure how to end this so sorry if it just kinda ended abruptly.

Taglist: @alittlesmartcookie

Joker had been in Arkham for the past month and escaped just two days ago. He was at large and on the run from the cops. You were worried sick. You knew he would wait it out before he came home because he didn’t want to lead the police right to you. But that didn’t stop your anxiety from taking over. For two days you sat close by waiting for J to come home. You could not stop worrying about him.

There was a knock at your window. Your relief finally came when you looked through the window and saw Joker perched outside. It didn’t last long though.

“J! I was so worried about you!” You exclaimed as you helped him crawl inside.

As soon as Joker hit the floor he collapsed. You knelt beside him in a panic. He wasn’t wearing his makeup so you could see how pale and gaunt he looked. His face was twisted in pain.

“What happened? Are you okay?” You asked him.

“No. They had me drugged up pretty good last week. I think I’m, uh, getting sick. Most of that shit doesn’t react well with my stomach.”

“What hurts?”

“Everything.” Joker chuckled softly.

You nodded half heartedly and tried to figure out what to do. You decided it was best to move him somewhere comfortable. You helped him stand up and shuffled him over to the couch. Joker laid down and propped his head up with the pillow.

You felt his forehead. He was burning up. You went into the bathroom and emerged with a thermometer in hand.

“J, I’m going to take your temperature, okay?”

Joker smirked. “Ooh. I’d be happy to drop my pants, doll.”

You were glad to see his sense of humor wasn’t affected.

“Um, no. I’m good. Here, open up.”

Joker opened his mouth and you stuck it under his tongue. When it beeped you read the number and gasped. It was a high fever of 101. You rushed back to the bathroom and took a washcloth from one of the drawers. You soaked it in cold water and grabbed some ibuprofen from your medicine cabinet.

When you returned, you laid the cloth over his forehead.

“It’s a pretty high fever, J. You need to take something to bring it down.” You told him as you started to open the pill bottle and shake two into your hand.

Joker put his hand up to stop you.

“No. No more pills, bunny. I’ve had them crammed down my throat for the past month. I don’t think I can take anymore.”

“J, you don’t mess around with a fever. You need to take this. It’ll be fine I promise.”

Joker sighed and reluctantly took the pills with a sip of water from the bottle you had on the coffee table. He cringed as he swallowed. You felt a pang of guilt. Arkham must’ve been really bad this time. But you couldn’t let the fever linger.

“I’m sorry honey but see, that wasn’t so bad.”

“S’okay bunny. I’ll live.” J said with a weak smile.

“How long have you felt sick?”

“Uhh, the day after I busted out of the joint.”

“What was going on?”

“My head was spinning and my stomach was in knots. I thought it was just the after effects of the drugs though. Then I, uh, threw up a few times.”

“Are you still nauseous?”

“Yeah.” Joker said with a yawn.

You could tell he was getting sleepy. Maybe a rest would do him some good.

“Do you wanna go to bed?”

“Yeah. I’ll just stay here. I don’t feel like movin’. Can you help me out of my suit?”

You nodded and helped him undress into just his boxers and socks. One of the many things you would never understand about him was wearing socks to bed. Sometimes he got too hot for them but usually he left them on.

You laid a blanket over him and kissed him goodnight.

…

You woke up in the middle of the night to your bathroom light on. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, annoyed at Joker for waking you up. You got up to fuss at him but before you could, you heard gagging and coughing.

J was throwing up and it sounded awful.

You opened the door and knelt beside him. Joker glanced over his shoulder at you but felt another wave of nausea and retched again. You rubbed his back and held his hair as he vomited.

Joker tried to sit up but got dizzy and fell back into your arms. He panted. You grabbed a towel and wiped his face. He tried to reach up to flush the toilet but missed so you did it for him. You guessed he was done.

“M’fine, bunny. Go back to bed.” Joker mumbled.

You shook your head. “No. I’m not leaving you. You can’t even sit up without falling.”

Joker swatted you away and tried to stand up. His legs gave way and he fell backwards right on top of you. Your protective instincts were now in full swing.

“Okay that’s it. You’re coming to bed with me. I don’t feel right leaving you alone.” You said as you helped him up.

You both staggered back into the bedroom. J was practically growling to himself. He hated feeling so helpless.

“You can get over it, mister. You’re sick so I’m taking care of you. Simple as that.” You said sternly.

Joker rolled his eyes. “Whatever, bunny.”

He laid down on the bed as you went around, picked up the comforter off the floor, and laid it over him.

“Does your stomach hurt?” You asked.

Joker nodded sleepily.

“Do you want a heating pad?”

He nodded again.

You went into the kitchen and found one of your heating pads in a drawer. Then you put it in the microwave for a few minutes and brought it back to J. He took it gratefully and placed it on his abdomen. Once you crawled back into bed, he snuggled close to you and began to doze off. You went back to sleep as soon as you heard his light snores.

…

You woke up the next morning before J did so you could make him breakfast. He hadn’t been properly fed in a while and you wanted to spoil him.

You got dressed and went into the kitchen. You knew you couldn’t make food that was too greasy because of the condition J’s stomach was in. The poor thing could only handle so much.

So you decided on making him a bowl of fruit loops (his favorite cereal), toast with strawberry jelly, and a glass of orange juice. You put everything on a tray and brought it to the bedroom.

Joker was still asleep when you came in. You sat the tray down on the nightstand and nudged his shoulder. He jumped a little, a common thing he did when startled awake, and opened his eyes.

“Oh hey, y/n.” He said with a yawn.

“Hey sleepyhead. Feeling any better?”

“Eh. A little. My head still hurts.”

You put your hand to his forehead.

“Well, your fever’s gone down. Do you think you can handle food right now?”

J nodded. He sat up against the headboard and you carefully handed him the tray. You turned on the TV while he ate, keeping the volume low. Munching on those fruit loops, he looked like a kid watching Saturday morning cartoons. It made you smile.

Then the worry came circling back.

“J, what did they do to you?” You asked, rubbing circles into his palm with your thumb.

“Nothing they haven’t done before. Like I said, this time around they had me sedated for the majority of the day and kept me tied to the bed. I just laid around the whole time I was there.”

“You didn’t do anything else? You just laid in bed all day?”

“Yeah. I mean, I got up to use the bathroom and sat up to eat but that’s it.”

“You didn’t leave your room or go outside…”

Joker wheezed out a laugh. “It isn’t preschool, y/n. My cell’s in a high security ward. There is no leaving. Unless I need medical attention or the doctor decides for some odd reason that I need to have therapy in their office instead of my cell. I hate when that happens.”

“I’m sorry, honey.” You mumbled and you buried your head in his chest.

Joker ruffled your hair. “S’okay, bunny. I’m fine. Now get off of me before you get sick.”

You just smiled and held him tighter.

#ledger joker x reader #ledger joker #the dark knight #heath ledger #cross posted on ao3 #lilcat writes

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animeomegas · 2 years

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[DAY 26 of the Summer Writing Event w/ @omeganronpa]

Word count: 2.2k

Prompt: Sasuke goes over to Reader's home after staying up all night. Even though they do their best to stay awake, they end up falling asleep while cuddling Reader. Sasuke is quite embarrassed (and half-asleep) when they wake up, but Reader doesn't mind.

Warnings: Vague mention of an ambush I guess? Non-sexual nudity.

You hummed to yourself as you steadily made your way through folding a basket of laundry on your couch. It was one of those days where time was moving sluggishly as you pottered around the house doing chores you’d been putting off for weeks, the summer haze bleeding into you as you worked.

Water the plants, clean the kitchen, tidy the bathroom, take out the bins, call someone about the tap in the utility room that keeps exploding when you turn it on-

Suddenly, a shadow moved in front of your living room window.

You paused and narrowed your eyes at the window. You lived far enough off of the road that someone would have to be purposefully walking to your door for such a shadow to be cast inside your house. You wracked your brain thinking about anyone who was supposed to be here today. The plumber is coming on Wednesday, your friend is coming for lunch on Thursday, the post had already been delivered… You gave up theorising and just decided to look.

Your face lit up into a grin as you saw who was making their way to your home.

You couldn’t help running to the door, knocking over a couple of cushions in the process, and wrenching it open before he could knock, accidentally startling him in the process.

“Sasuke! You’re back!” you called out, still grinning. He’d been gone for three weeks, and your instincts had been shamefully pining for him for just as long.

Sasuke was standing rigidly in front of you, still dressed in his mission clothes, looking bloodied and exhausted in a way that tugged at your heart strings. He also looked vaguely surprised to see you, even though he was the one who had walked up to your front door. He stared at you for a moment like he was unsure that you were really there before he blinked rapidly and opened his mouth to speak, despite no words coming out.

Your aggressive enthusiasm dimmed slightly to see him looking so exhausted and confused. Did he walk here instinctively? Did his feet carry him here from his mission debriefing automatically? Did he seek out your comfort without realising because he was tired and injured?

Privately, you hoped that was the case.

When it became obvious that Sasuke wasn’t able to find any words, you spoke instead.

“Why don’t you come in, Sasuke,” you said, stepping back and holding the door open. “I’m glad you’re home safe.”

Sasuke didn’t acknowledge your words but did stumble into your house and make his way to the living room where he stood by the doorway looking uncomfortable.

You softly walked over to him and put a hand on his arm.

“How was your mission?”

“Complicated,” Sasuke said, swallowing hard. His voice was rough from disuse or dehydration, you weren’t sure, but you didn’t like hearing him like that. “We were ambushed multiple times; there must have been an information leak somewhere, so we had to complete the mission without stopping for a break. Stopping for sleep was too dangerous.”

You hummed in understanding, rubbing his shoulders a little.

“I’m tired,” Sasuke suddenly said in a stilted voice, like he was unsure if he was allowed to be saying what he was saying.

“I’m not surprised,” you smiled at him, speaking softly so as to not spook him. Your relationship was something that moved slowly, and the last thing you wanted was to scare Sasuke away at such a crucial moment. “When was the last time you slept?”

“Three days ago.”

“Then why don’t you go and take a nap? You’re welcome to use my bed.”

“I need to set my body clock back to normal,” he shook his head.

“Okay, darling, but sit down and I’ll get you something to warm drink,” you gently pushed him down onto the sofa, something which he surprisingly allowed with no comment or growling, and then left him to go and make some tea.

When you returned, Sasuke was sitting in the same position you’d left him, staring blankly at the wall.

“Here,” you passed him the mug which he automatically took and raised to his mouth despite it being way too hot. He flinched a little at the heat and you hid your smile. You’d never seen him so tired before and it really was adorable. He trusted you so much more than he did when you first started courting him and seeing proof of that in the way he instinctively took whatever you gave him made you feel warm.

You tentatively ran a hand over his head, prompting him to look up at you, blinking slowly.

Man, he was really out of it.

You only sent him what you hoped was a comforting smile as he buried his head back into his mug.

You finished folding your laundry while Sasuke drank his tea. Your relationship had lots of comfortable silences, and you treasured each one, even if Sasuke’s silence meant you had no excuse not to finish your chore.

Periodically, Sasuke’s head would fall forward before jolting back upright in a way that was part endearing and part frustrating. He also kept lifting the mug to his lip automatically, long after he’d finished the tea. Your poor baby was so tired.

You finished up your laundry and immediately walked over to cup his face in your hands, being unable to resist the urges to comfort the sleepy omega in front of you. He automatically let the weight of his head drop into your hands, a purr rumbling through his chest.

You blinked in surprise, and Sasuke let you hold up his head for about three seconds before he clearly realised what he was doing and jumped backwards, wrenching his face away and cutting off his purrs immediately.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” you soothed him. “It’s alright, Sasuke.”

Sasuke looked a little panicked that he had lost control of himself so easily.

“I know you don’t want a nap, but you should wash up and get changed still. Why don’t I run you a bath?” you offered. Sasuke seemed to jump on the topic change from his accidental purring and agreed, so you took him upstairs, choosing to use your ensuite rather than the main bathroom, something which neither you nor Sasuke mentioned.

…

You had, by some exhaustion fuelled miracle, been allowed to join Sasuke in the bath for the first time in your relationship.

Sasuke had even let you wash his hair for him, something which brought a hot blush to his face that seemed too stubborn to leave. Even now, from your position behind him, you could see that the tips of his ears were pink.

Maybe you should keep him up for three days straight more often if this was the outcome?

You were gently washing Sasuke’s back now, as he leant forward in front of you, his arms wrapped around himself. You were taking extra care to avoid the injuries from his mission, tracing the outsides of the scratches with the softest part of the flannel.

The only sounds in the bathroom were the sounds of soft breathing and water droplets falling off the flannel and into the water below. You were quite content taking care of your future mate like this, but Sasuke remained tense and silent as you cleaned him up. You weren’t even slightly surprised because new steps in a relationship always made him nervous and unsure. You dealt with it the way you always did: gently, but firmly taking control and never calling him out on his hesitance or strange reactions.

You placed the flannel over the edge of the bath as you finished cleaning his back and instead started to gently rubbed at the back of Sasuke’s neck, brushing aside his hair gently to get access to the skin there. Sasuke let out a shaky breath that made the water ripple around him.

“I’m glad you’re home, Sasuke,” you spoke quietly, but the echo from the porcelain bathroom carried your voice. “I missed you.”

Sasuke hummed in acknowledgement but didn’t say anything.

You stopped rubbing his neck, pointedly ignoring the way Sasuke let out a little cough to cover the start of a whine, and instead wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him back to lean against your chest. He was clean now, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy the bath for a little while longer.

Sasuke gave a token grumble of resistance, but still easily allowed you to move him, settling his head on your collar bone with no prompting.

The water was still warm, and the room was so peaceful.

You sighed pleasantly, pressing a kiss to Sasuke’s head and holding his closely against you, easily getting lost in daydreams about the day when you’d finally be able to properly mate with him and make him your omega officially.

You idly traced shapes on Sasuke’s chest as you got lost in those amazing thoughts, imagining how beautiful he’d look wearing your mark on his neck, how stunning he’d look in heat, how cute he’d be when sick. You imagined finally moving in together, buying your own house, making it a home together…

You were brought out of your thoughts by the feeling of warm water droplets running down your chest that had nothing to do with the bath water.

There was a slight tremble in Sasuke’s shoulders and a periodic hitching in his breathing.

He was crying.

You didn’t say anything about it, in fact, you didn’t react at all, just kept tracing patterns on his skin so you didn’t upset him anymore. Your heart ached for him, but you knew calling him out on it would only make the situation worse and forcing him to talk would be the worst decision you could make. You figured everything was just a little bit too much for him, too many emotions on not enough sleep, so you tightened his grip and let him process his emotions on his own pace.

As the tears eventually slowed down, the weight of his head on your chest got heavier and heavier. Tomorrow, he would definitely give you shit for not waking him up after he said he wanted to reset his sleep schedule, but as you looked at him in your arms, naked, asleep, so relaxed and vulnerable, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

So, you let him doze away in the water, safe in your arms, until the water grew cold and uncomfortable.

Then, in what was one of the most impressive feats of your life, you somehow managed to get the both of you out of the bath without any casualties, even with Sasuke’s dead weight in your arms.

As you walked out of the bathroom and into your bedroom, Sasuke stirred slightly. He cracked open one eye, but the second he registered that you were there, his body dropped back into a dead weight, eyes sliding closed once more.

To think that this omega that you loved so dearly felt safe enough with you that he naturally fell asleep as soon as he knew you were there with him filled you with a burning glee. This relationship had been a long process filled with the people close to you and not so close to you questioning your dedication to the village traitor. They claimed that a relationship where the omega only growled and dished out cold shoulders wasn’t healthy, but they didn’t understand him the way you did.

They didn’t see how beautiful it was when he finally started to trust you, when he finally started to love you in his own way. And that journey of trust wasn’t over yet, but while all those people would continue to deny him as a person who deserved your love and loyalty, you would continue to see him as a person who deserved those two things more than anyone else.

You gently dried and dressed you both, hoping to yourself that dressing him in your clothes wasn’t overstepping any boundaries. Sasuke half awoke and then fell asleep again a few more times during the process, but eventually you managed to get you both tucked in bed, grabbing a book to read while Sasuke slept next to you.

You had made the mistake of tucking him in and then leaving him to rest alone before, and you didn’t want a repeat of grumpy Sasuke who wouldn’t even admit that he was grumpy, let alone why.

If he felt safe enough to fall asleep in your bed, with you with him, then he deserved to wake up in the same bed with you still beside him.

And also, how could you possibly leave when he was nuzzling your pillow in his sleep? It was unbelievably cute.

But just as you were marvelling over his cuteness, he made a little grumbling sound as he shifted, half asleep, to your lap instead, where he released a huge breath, wound his arms around your waist and then settled back to sleep, his head now pillowed in your lap. Okay, scratch what you said before, that was the cutest fucking thing you’d even seen in your life.

“Goodnight, Sasuke, my dearest,” you cooed, running a hand over his head. “Sleep well.”

#summer writing event #sasuke #sasuke uchiha #omegaverse #a/b/o #naruto #reader insert #x reader #alpha!reader #omega!sasuke #gn reader #gender neutral reader #sasuke x reader

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fallingforunrealisticromance · 2 years

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I should hate you - 11th doctor x Williams!Reader

Summary: Based on the episode "The angels take manhatten" s7ep5. Reader is Rory's sibling. Warnings: None Word Count: 1349 A/N: I wrote this about a year ago so if there's any mistakes, sorry!

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They were gone. Just like that. Everything had been perfect five minutes ago; you’d finally felt able to relax. But now you just felt empty. You’d come out of the Tardis to see what was taking them so long and just as you did, you saw Amy disappear. Her name appeared on the gravestone below along with Rory’s. Everything seemed to fade away. There was no doctor, no river, no Tardis. Just an overwhelming agonizing crushing pain. You fell to the floor. A noise came out of you that you’d never heard before. The most heart wrenching, blood chilling scream you could produce. Tears uncontrollably tumbled down your face.

After what felt like forever you stopped screaming. Tears were still falling from your eyes, but silently now. You were sat in front of the grave hugging your knees to your chest, just staring at their names. You knew they hadn’t technically died just now. No, rather transported somewhere else in time. But you would never see them again. Even with the TARDIS, it would be impossible to find them without tearing a whole in the fabric of reality – even if you knew where they were. You didn’t even get to say goodbye. You never got to thank Amy for introducing you to the doctor. Rory would never know how much you cared for him. You were going to start screaming again. You could feel it. But just before things escalated, you felt a pair of gentle hands on your shoulders. You looked up and saw a very saddened river. You’d forgot she was even here.

“Come on. Let’s get you inside.” She said softly.

She helped you up and led you to the TARDIS. Inside stood a very broken shell of the doctor. He looked in your direction as you entered. You could see the pain and guilt that flooded his eyes. You moved to the seats by the console, not wanting to be alone but also not wanting to talk.

“I’m going to give you two a minute.” River said quietly before walking off down the corridor.

The two of you stayed in silence for a good while. What was there to say?.

“Take me home.” You whispered.

The doctors head snapped up. “What?” He asked.

“Take me home. Please.” You repeated, trying not to break down all over again.

The doctor opened his mouth as if to say something but decided against it. He began flicking a bunch of switches on the console until in no time at all you had landed. You went to the doors and looked out. There was your house. The one that you shared with your brother and his wife. But now it was just yours. You closed the doors and walked over to the doctor. It surprised him to see that you were still here. He looked at you, a twinge of hope in his eyes.

“I want to show you something.” You said holding your hand out to him.

He looked down at your hand before taking it in his own, allowing you to guide him. You left the TARDIS and entered the house. It felt quiet. Too quiet. The doctor had been round many times, he knew what the house was like, so he wasn’t entirely sure what you wanted him to see but he didn’t say anything. He just let you do what you had to do. You led him upstairs and into your room, never letting go off his hand. You sat him down on the bed before rummaging underneath it and pulling out an old metal box. You sat next to him, with the box on your lap.

“I knew this would happen. One day. I knew I’d lose them, that’s how life works. Not that I expected it to be so soon.” You trailed off slightly. “But I made this.” You placed the box in his lap. He looked confused. “Open it.” He did as you said.

Inside there were hundreds of photos or things from other planets/time eras you had all visited. The doctor smiled sadly as he pulled out a photo that Amy had taken when you’d all gone to Venice. There were so many memories of them, confined within one box. Once the doctor had looked through everything, he closed the box and placed it to the side of him. A few stray tears slid down his cheeks.

“I’m so sorry.” He said quietly. “I should have saved them.”

You nodded slowly. “I should hate you.”

He looked at you as you spoke, his heart crumbling at your words.

“I should be yelling at you. I should be telling you how you took the two people that I cared about most away from me. And that its your fault they’re gone.” He looked helpless. “I should be demanding that you get out of my house, hop back in your Tardis and never come back. I should blame you.” You took a deep breath. “But I don’t. Because as much as it hurts, it’s not your fault.”

He seemed taken aback by your words.

“You cared for them just as much as I did. You didn’t want to lose them. You never do. If there was something you could have done to prevent what happened, to save them, then you would’ve. I know you feel like you’re to blame, that this is what always happen. But don’t let it eat you up.” You turned to face him. “You’ve lost a lot of people Doctor. And I can’t even begin to imagine how much it must hurt after so long. But it’s not your fault. People know what they are getting themselves into. We know there’s a possibility it might go wrong. I mean, after my first trip I questioned everything. But I decided to stay, and do you know why?” You searched his eyes for an answer, but he didn’t seem to provide one. “Because even though I knew things might not always be happy and stress free, I knew you. And knowing you is the best gift the universe can provide.” You placed your hand on his cheek and wiped away the tears that were now flowing down his face. “So, I don’t hate you. Or blame you. And I’m sure as hell not leaving you.”

This earnt a small smile to form on his face.

“I’m sorry.” Was all he could say.

You didn’t reply, instead you just pulled him in for a tight hug. The two of you clung to each other like the world was ending. When you pulled apart, you remained close together. Your eyes scanned his face, taking in all the features. He’d always been attractive to you, but you didn’t realise quite how beautiful he was. You allowed your eyes to travel down to his lips. They looked so soft and inviting. Before you could process what was happening, you felt the doctor collide your lips against his. It didn’t take you long to react, melting into his touch. It was passionate yet soft. A million unspoken words were said. He cupped your face gently as if scared he might lose or break you. When you finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours. You kept your eyes closed, not wanting to break the blissful bubble you had created as you smiled.

“Stay with me tonight?” You asked.

“Okay.” He replied smiling back at you. But then he suddenly pulled away.

“Oh god river. I’ve just left her in the Tardis.” He spoke.

You just laughed.

“I’ll just go take her home and then I’ll be right back okay?” He told you standing up.

“Please come back. Don’t leave me here for good.” You replied.

“I promise you. I’m not leaving you. 5 minutes.” He placed a quick kiss on your lips before darting outside into his TARDIS.

You sighed as you listened to the blue box disappearing. Your heart still ached for your brother and his wife, but knowing you had the doctor by your side made the whole thing a little more bearable.

#11th doctor x you #11th doctor x reader #the doctor #doctor who #eleven #matt smith x reader #tardis #dr who quotes #matt smith

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theresa-of-liechtenstein · 6 months

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astute followers of the Wild and Wacky Adventures of Em the Jumped-Up Busker will note that i did not have anything unhinged to share yesterday. however this was not due to a lack of Moments. au contraire, there were simply so many Moments that i collapsed directly into bed and knocked out as soon as i returned to my apartment

ACT 1: the practice room

curtain opens. i am taking a break in a practice room about an hour before rehearsal (read: scrolling through tumblr) with the third movement of the bach concerto in a minor on the piano

am just about to give up on practicing and go eat my snack (makeshift charcuterie board comprised of prosciutto and cheese) somewhere on the ground floor when someone raps on the door.

i whip around, hastily burying the evidence (closed tumblr), to find my favorite honors professor/newest section member squinting in at me through the tiny window in the door

i open the door for her and tell her i was just about to leave to have a snack. she then goes ‘you can eat in here. i wanted to see what you were working on’, takes out her violin, and starts playing my solo rep better than i’ll ever play it

‘last time i played this was thirty years ago,’ she says to me, matter of fact

also mentions to me: ‘i saw the assistant principal viola in my class. got startled! they never talk to me…’

me: ‘i’m not really sure you realize that you’re kind of intimidating to people.’

ate honorsprofessor: ‘me? really?’

me: ‘yes! (somehow received some boldness in the moment) you even intimidate me, sometimes’

ate honorsprofessor, shooting me an affectionately exasperated look: ‘em, you would be intimidated by a mouse.’

I MEAN????????? WHAJAHWJWHAKAHAKWIWOAIOW?????????????? READ FOR FILTH???????

tl;dr 1: apparently got harana-d by ate honorsprofessor

ACT 2: rehearsal

tita conductor begins rehearsal by advertising the choirs’ concert the following week (she also directs them on top of the 1937017292820281 other things she’s been doing in the department for god knows how long)

pointedly finishes off with ‘and if any of you are ever interested in singing, let me know; i find that my instrumentalists who also sing bring a lot of knowledge with them, and it can do nothing but good for you here. i treasure my instrumentalist singers with my heart’

[harp noises to signal a flashback to the past][echoing voiceover from f1 journalist asking a question at the 2014 abu dhabi grand prix: ‘gentlemen, a short view back to the past…’]

in the google form for audition sign-ups we were asked to name any previous ensemble experience. not knowing that tita conductor also was in charge of the choirs, i put down my single year of high school choir as an alto 2

my (zoom) audition was. interesting. tita conductor thought i took my slow movement of the handel sonata in d major too slow. i tried to justify my tempo. until i realized i was contradicting an Authority Figure, immediately felt a wave of Asian Shame, shut my mouth, and instantly thought i had fucked my chances of getting a spot

at that point i just remember something clicking inside me, a feeling of serenity like nothing i had ever experienced before, and a voice telling me, ‘you’re not going to get it. just play.’

i was so dead set thinking that i’d screwed up that i was genuinely surprised that she offered me a spot—even more so when she immediately followed it up by beaming at me and saying ‘great! now would you like to sing for me?’

i spluttered at her for what felt like several hours before saying what i thought was ‘sorry, come again?’ but came out as ‘uh huh whuh?’

tita conductor: i have here that you’ve done choir :)

me: umm. i’m not really prepared for that… and i can only fit one ensemble into my schedule

tita conductor: oh. well, okay :(

[harp noises to signal a return to the present]

i very assiduously avoid eye contact.

other tita conductor rehearsal moments:

‘i am a very good human metronome’

[misjudges how much podium she has left and accidentally totters off of it while trying to cue] ‘oops, gone overboard!’

[screws up a few things in rapid succession] ‘ooh, i could have been much better at conducting that, sorry! (adds, sotto voce) it is very important for your conductor to admit when they’re wrong.’

‘Seconds!’ [we play a thing] ‘YES, seconds!’

ACT 3: rehearsal, the aftermath

as everyone clears up, principal viola approaches me to discuss a bowing for the brahms. assistant principal viola (one of my friends in orchestra) is also hanging around to watch

principal viola has discussed bowing with me once before, for the mendelssohn; their ideas are usually sensible and they seem more experienced than me (master’s student)

they propose that at rehearsal tempo (excessively slow) we take two bows in a phrase that usually takes one (i have been doing it on one bow even at the rehearsal tempo. because i slow down my bow.)

they also tell me that i have been cuing in with the first violins on a spot where we, in fact, do not come in with the first violins (i.e. a beat early). the latter of which i immediately write in, embarrassed.

ate honorsprofessor wanders up behind me as i discuss with principal viola, and as we continue to talk, tita conductor comes over, looks at what we’re doing, hurries off to grab her score, and puts herself between me and my stand, effectively putting me in a middle-aged woman sandwich

tita conductor: ‘i see my predecessor—and this is probably thirty years ago—has put bow markings in parentheticals breaking that into two, so i’m not sure…’

me: ‘oh, no that was me. i just wrote that in now.’

tita conductor: ‘oh. well… why?’

she hears out principal viola and says ‘could you not just… bow slower?’ LANWJWKWHWJS HELP???? but also yeah. i would just bow slower. it’s harder to unlearn bowings later on

ate honorsprofessor pipes up: ‘i like putting that whole phrase on an up bow instead of a down, so the next phrase comes lighter’ and demonstrates

i make a note of it (i still have not yet decided anything about that btw.)

principal viola: and also i was just saying that they come in with the firsts when they don’t

tita conductor: [silently points to the note i made in the margins that says ‘NOT with V.1’

me, panicking: ‘oh i wrote that in. just now.’

tita conductor: [turns back to look at me, smiling gently] ‘no, i’m saying it’s very good. it’s good to make a note of that.’

we wrap up our discussion and i begin heading back to my stuff

ate honorsprofessor is still fucking around with the third movement of the bach in a minor and teases as i approach ‘look what you did, em 🙄🙄🙄’

i get the distinct feeling i should play along and protest ‘excuse me!! what did i do!!’

ate honorsprofessor, playing right back: ‘oh you Know what you did!’

me: ‘i absolutely do not! i don’t know anything i’ve done since… october 2!’ (when i got offered the position)

ate honorsprofessor: ‘well, what about what you did january 11, huh?’

me, now genuinely confused: ‘wait, what happened january 11?’

ate honorsprofessor: ‘are you serious? honors 150. first day of class. when i met you.’

atehonorsprofessor then tells assistant principal viola about us playing the bach double together earlier this year

now you may be wondering, where is tita conductor throughout all this?

well, she was very interestedly examining the wall near the door to the early keyboards room, which opens off the rehearsal hall.

so, eavesdropping. as usual.

tl;dr 2: too many things had happened in the space of three hours and i was in no state to go to my last class of the day so i instead fed the assistant principal viola some of my beef stew and skipped class

if you managed to get to the bottom of this you deserve a prize idk.

i served yesterday btw.

#em jumped up busker #LIKE OHHH MY GODDD. WHAT THE FUCK WAS YESTERDAY 😭😭😭

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ahmementos · 1 year

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Bedside Manner Nonexistent

Febuwhump Day 12 : "Can You Hear Me?"

“I don’t know if you can hear me.” The IVs and the beeping machines were annoying but they let him know Chris was still alive in there somewhere. “They said to talk to you… but I’m not sure the one liners are going to be a great sales pitch.”

Leon had long ago pulled up a chair to sit next to him. It had been at least a half hour before he could come up with words to say. Only seconds before he spoke did he even reach out to grasp Chris' limp hand and realized just how fragile he seemed lying there. This was the living, breathing semi-truck that ran roughshod on bioterror cells across the world. To see him reduced to a comatose state in a hospital bed was more sobering than the resident alcoholic cared for.

“I don’t even know why they think I’ve got some power to drag your ass back to the land of conscious thought.” Leon couldn’t look at the tubes running through Chris’ mouth so he focused on the hand in his grasp instead. “Like I, of all people, can magically come up with the right phrase to bring you back. I suck at hallmark shit.”

His thumb rubbed along the battered knuckles and he tried to be careful. He wasn’t sure what all damage was there or how long he still needed to heal. Claire told him it had been a cave in at the detonation site, a carefully laid trap.

“You got all the men out this time,” he finally decided to say. “No one died on your watch.”

It felt so empty to say to a man who may not come back to him.

“I’m not saying that so you can rest easy or something equally selfish, okay?” It felt like the thing to clarify. “Can you give me a clue here? Can you even hear me?”

Chris’ hand didn’t flex and there was no movement on his body. Leon hadn’t come up with the right words yet. He felt like he’d been given a test he couldn’t pass.

“I can’t do this without you.” It was said in a rush of breath, a secret that escaped when he exhaled. “I don’t know what anyone else said to try and motivate you but I’m telling you I can’t do any of this without you and if you die on me right now I’m going to lose my shit.”

It might have been a trick his mind decided to play on him, but Leon swore Chris’ finger twitched. Leon’s eyes widened as he stared down at Chris’ hand and willed it to move again, just to prove he wasn’t crazy. When nothing happened, he nodded solemnly.

“So you just got in my life and now it’s time to check out, huh?” He nodded again but he could feel his vision blurring and it pissed him off. “You made me give a shit about something. After all this time, you made me open up to someone and now you’re just gonna nope right out without a fight.”

There was no mistaking the curling of Chris’ index finger around his hand. It was weak and barely there, but he saw it that time. Leon tightened his grip on Chris’ fingers and drew in a ragged breath.

“Now you fucked up because I know you’re in there.” The sob might have had a laugh mixed in. “Now, you can’t die on me because…”

The words fell short. This was the part where he’d come up with a deflecting one-liner and he found his database of such things empty. All he had were tears as his hand held onto Chris’ like it was a lifeline.

“Don’t die on me.” It was a broken statement and his head falling on top of Chris’ hand muffled out the sobs that came as soon as it was out of his mouth.

#Chreon #Chris Redfield #Leon Kennedy #Resident Evil #Febuwhump #FebuwhumpDay12

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hinatastinygiant · 1 year

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17 | Walnut

Pairing: Bokuto x Fem!Reader

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“Boo!” he laughs, pulling you out of your head. It’s him. Finally.

“You actually came,” you hug him in a shitty attempt to hide your smile. “I didn’t think you’d really be here.”

“Well you said you would be,” he grins. “So here I am. You came with Kuroo?”

“Uh, yeah, he should be here somewhere… I was just with him a second ago,” you reply as you look around for your ‘date’.

“That’s okay, you don’t need to get him. Hey, do you want to go outside? It’s hot as hell in here,” he then asks.

“Yeah,” you nod, reaching for his hand to lead him out of the jam-packed room and toward Kenji’s backyard where there is still a lot of people, but you can breathe a bit better.

“Wanna sit?” he asks, pointing to the iron bench along the side of the backyard.

When you nod, Bokuto leads you over this time. “I guess the whole partying thing is not your scene anymore?” you chuckle.

“It is, but I haven’t been to one in awhile I’m a bit shell-shocked,” he smiles. “How’re you doing?”

“Uh, I’m a bit drunk but I didn’t do any coke if that’s what you’re implying,” you smile cheesily at him.

“Can I tell you something?” he then says.

“Of course.”

“I’ve been here for a while. I saw you with Kuroo. I don’t know why I asked you that before, honestly. I’m sorry. I should’ve said something sooner I just didn’t know if I should,” he shakes his head.

“Why not? Just ‘cause you didn’t come here with us doesn’t mean that you’re not-“

“It’s not that, Y/N,” he interrupts. “I heard how Kuroo was introducing you. I thought maybe the two of you would want to be alone together. I didn’t know he was your boyfriend. You should’ve told-“

“What?! No, he’s not,” you shake your head. You can feel your face heat up as you figure out the right words to say to Bokuto without him getting the wrong idea about you and Kuroo. “It’s not like that. I think he was just joking or something because he’s really not my boyfriend, Bo.”

“I don’t think it was a joke, Y/N,” he explains to you. “He was saying it to a bunch of people. And you didn’t… you didn’t correct him.”

“Well what was I supposed to say?” you scoff. “I think I’d know if Kuroo was my goddamn boyfriend.”

“I’m not saying that he is, Y/N, but I don’t think it was a joke. Kuroo likes you. Maybe it’s not serious to you, but for him I think it is,” he replies, looking at the drink in his hands.

“Well what do you want me to say to that?” you shake your head. “I can’t control Kuroo’s emotions!”

Bokuto says nothing before lifting the bottle in his lap up to his lips and taking a long sip. “You’re missing the point,” he sighs as he places the empty bottle on the ground. “Kuroo likes you. If you don’t like him, then you should tell him that before you string my friend along for too long. I’m goin’ home. See you around, Y/N.”

Bokuto then stands up, leaving you just as quickly as he came. You watch him leave with a dry, open mouth. What the hell are you supposed to say to that? Stringing his friend along? What about you, hm?

“Asshole,” you groan as you stand up and start to walk back into the house. “He really came here just to be a fucking dick to my face and leave.”

“Y/N!” a voice then calls out to you from the far side of the backyard. You look across, squinting your eyes, until you see Kenma sitting along the edge of Kenji’s drained pool with a few other people you vaguely recognize.

You wave at him, not expecting him to return the gesture and signal for you to come over. But when he does, and you see the blunt in his hand, a smile grows on your lips.

“Hey,” you grin as you approach his group and sit down beside him on the edge of the pool, hanging your legs over the side.

“Do you want a hit?” the girl sitting on the other side of him asks.

“God, yes,” you grin. “Thank you.”

“What’s going on with Bokuto?” Kenma then asks curiously as the girl hands you the blunt. “He left in a rush. I saw him acting weird before, too. Is his grandpa okay?”

“Pretty sure,” you nod as you hold the blunt to your lips and breathe in, “he’s okay,” you finish, blowing out the smoke.

“And Bo?” he then continues.

“Yeah, he’s being a little weird but I don’t really know why. Guess he feels weird being at a college party,” you lie to him as you hand the girl back her blunt. “Thanks for that.”

“No problem,” she smiles kindly.

“Okay then…” Kenma nods a bit suspiciously. “And how’re things going with Kuroo? Are you going to kick me out of my dorm again tonight?”

“I don’t know,” you shake your head.

“I think he thinks it’s going well,” Kenma tells you honestly.

“I know he does,” you sigh, “but I think he and I need to talk. I was kinda thrown off with how he introduced me to people tonight…”

“You mean because he said you were his girl?” he chuckles to himself.

“Hey, it’s not funny!” you roll your eyes. “I have no idea why he said that shit!”

“Don’t overthink it. He was drunk before we showed up at your dorm before. I’m pretty sure he was just saying anything by the time we got here,” he rolls his eyes just before realizing something and immediately snapping himself back to reality. “Shit, where is Kuroo?”

“I don’t know. Was I supposed to be his babysitter?” you reply, shaking your head.

“Get up. You’re officially co-babysitter,” he groans as he stands up. “Let’s go find him. He’s probably puking in a bathroom somewhere.”

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jujywrites · 2 years

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1, 5 and 6 for RosaWatts? OuO

ohoho, naughty naughty~ bet u thought i forgot about this BZZT WRONG!!

i couldn’t figure how to make a coherent fic out of all of them at once but blease enjoy this grab bag of spice drabbles uh no actually, the first one was long and the next one’s heading the same direction SO! ur gonna get tagged 3 times and that’s only on tumblr im so sorry~~

(prompts from this list)

Body Press (prompt: 1, against the wall. set in my A Simple Favor AU)

They were there to “keep up appearances” (yes, always withthe air quotes and an eye roll whenever Eva said it), to snag an angel investoror two while they were at it, and hey, if either of them happened to findsomeone who was interested in a quickie in one of the million and a halfbedrooms infesting this mansion, so be it.

Keeping up appearances was easy; Neil only had to hover hishand over the small of Eva’s back once in a while. Eva only had to make eyes athim occasionally. Sometimes they swapped drinks. (He’d dug his wedding ring outof its box from its dusty corner of the bathroom drawer, just for thisoccasion. Where was Eva keeping hers?)

Eva’s built-in competitive streak, powered up by animositytoward him, gave her an advantage; halfway through the evening she’d gotten twochecks from two investors while Neil only had one.

But his was bigger. Ha.

He was attempting, now, to make small talk with a woman whoclaimed to be the assistant to some bigwig who would definitely, probably, openquite a few doors financially. Truth be told, though, his heart wasn’t in it.And then his heart went somewhere else entirely when he saw Eva slinking aroundhis periphery wearing a murderous gaze.

Bingo.

“I’ll be back before you can say ‘what’,” he told the redhead.

“What?” she said, tittering.

He gave her a wink and strode for the hallway Eva had justdisappeared down.

“Okay,” he said when he found her, tilting the last of herthird drink into her mouth, “what the hell’s your problem?” He found himself influencedby the dim light into speaking quietly (if not less harshly), though no oneelse was around to hear him.

“I don’t have a problem,” she said coolly. “Seems like youdo.” Her face was a mask again, no trace of the daggers she’d been shootingminutes ago. “Sweet talking any piece of ass who can get you to the guy withthe keys to the kingdom. Supposedly.”

With a measured sigh, he followed as she sauntered down thehall looking around, glass lightly held; a planet following its sun. “We agreedbefore we came here! Do whatever we had to do, all bets are off, blah blahblah. Excuse me if I find certain people more interesting than others.”

“Sure, but I’m only human. Never said I’d be okay with itwhen it actually happened.”

He knew she was only trying to get a rise out of him.

It was working.

“Oh,” he said with a harsh laugh, “you are such a hypocrite.You assured me you were fine with it. And meanwhile I’m supposed to bea-okay with you smarming your way into some rich’s asshole’s pants.”

She paused near a bookshelf, sliding the empty glass ontoit. Then she turned to him. “I have better things to do than monitor yourfeelings about… all this.” She pointedly adjusted her tight, low-cut dress, aserpentine smile curving her mouth. “Just figured by this point yourself-control would be higher than a 14-year-old.”

Before he’d breathed he grabbed her by the wrists and backedher into the wall. He looked up at her wide eyes (damn her stilettos) and said,growling, “Fuck you.”

She met his stare, breathing calm where his was rough. Evenin the half-darkness, he could see her pupils expand.

One of her hands slipped away from his grip to cradle hisjaw, to slide to his chin, fingernails just barely digging in. “Oh, Neil,” shesaid, with that false tenderness that after all this time still went straightto his groin, “sometimes you’re so easy.”

He pressed her other hand harder against the wall and sealedhis lips to hers.

She moaned, opening her mouth to his tongue. One leg hookedaround his waist and pressed his body to hers; she rolled her hips, moaningagain. “Tell me what I want,” she said when they broke free.

“You want to get fucked right here.” He was already undoinghis fly, watching her hike up her dress. “You want to know you’re still mine.”

She laughed throatily, spreading her bare legs. “Please,baby. I want you to know you’re still mine.”

Christ, she hadn’t wore panties. “God, Eva,” and he groaned,biting her shoulder as he slid into her, so wet, “you’re such a sl—”

“Shut up and get me off.”

He felt her fingers working her clit, her thumb brushing hisdick as he moved fast and hard; one leg was around him again and she stillstood as firm as a pillar against that wall.

Neil wanted her knees to crumple. Wanted Eva to get loudenough that everyone would know. “You’re so fucking wet. How long have youbeen—nngh, fuck—thinking about this?”

“I went commando. How long do you think?” A bitten-off yelp,and she flexed around him. “Knew I‘d get you in me sometime tonight, justdidn’t know, oh, fuck, harder…!”

He moaned helplessly into her neck, dick throbbing as shecame jerkily. “So needy,” he gasped.

“Fuck yeah, give me another. Don’t stop!”

Instead he slowed, laughing as her nails dug into his hip.“I have the self-control of a 14-year-old, remember?” he said, reaching betweenthem to rub her clit. He shifted his angle, drawing out achingly slow andinching back in. Then he groaned, leaning up to kiss her again and tangle histongue with hers.

When he sped up again, feeling her heat grow, he muffled herscream with his lips.

He pulled back from her to breathe, the pressure and the pleasurewonderfully too much. “You’re a witch,” he grunted, pushing deep. “You’re evil.And, and you’re mine, fucking all mine.”

She whined as he came in her, grinding hip to hipagainst him until she came again, squeezing aftershocks out of him. “That’s right,”she said, panting. “Only you can do this to me.”

Maybe it was another lie, but he couldn’t care less. He slidout of her and tidied up, tamping down prickles of annoyance at how lithely Evaremoved herself from the wall he’d just railed her on.

“I should have worn panties after all,” she said, soundingvaguely put out. Would’ve been fun to walk around all filled up.”

“Eva, I swear to fuck you’re trying to kill me,” he said,his groan half tortured and half turned on.

“You should really do something about those nasty delusionsof yours, baby.” She gave a feral grin, then disappeared around the corner forthe bathroom.

When they returned home that night, this time she didn’ttake off her ring.

And like in so many things, he followed her lead.

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allthingsfangirl101 · 2 years

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What Matters–Joe Keery

Ever since Joe started working on Stranger Things, I feel like I've lost a part of him. With each season, he changed and I lost him even more. A few years ago, when Joe moved to LA, he invited me to move with him. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with my life. What I did know was that I didn't want to live in a different state than my best friend, so I moved with him.

While he started shooting Stranger Things, I worked at a coffee shop. While he played the teenage heartthrob Steve Harrington, I made coffee for 6 hours a day. It wouldn't have been as bad if I saw Joe more.

His filming schedule got crazier throughout the seasons and he came home later. It got to the point where I never saw him during the day. He was too busy to call him or to meet him for lunch. In the last month, I've only seen him maybe five times during the day.

I came home from another horrible day on my feet to an empty apartment. I made dinner for just myself and ate it while I watched a random reality show. This was my nightly routine.

My heart jumped into my throat when the door opened. I turned around, instantly smiling when I saw Joe walking in.

"You're home!" I gasped as I quickly stood up. Joe laughed as I ran over and jumped into his arms.

"Y/N," he said in a sing-songy voice. "Did you have some after-work cocktails?"

"What?" I laughed as I pulled out of his embrace. "No, I haven't been drinking. I just. . . I miss you. I feel like I haven't seen you in weeks."

"We live together," he laughed as he walked past me.

"Doesn't mean we see each other every day," I mumbled. I cleared my throat before following Joe.

"Do you have any leftovers?" He called from the kitchen. "I'm starving."

"In the fridge," I sighed as I sat on the couch.

As he warmed up some food, I continued watching my show. Throughout the night, Joe acted like things were normal and as much as I tried, I couldn't. He was on his phone, laughing at his Stranger Things group text chain. I looked over at him and gathered as much courage as I could to tell him something I've been thinking about doing for weeks.

"Joe, I've been thinking about moving back home."

I held my breath and waited for his response. Instead of saying anything, he laughed at the most recent text. That night, I finally decided; I was going to move away from him.

* * * * *

About a week later, I had sent most of my things home and boughten a plane ticket. Today, I was finally moving back home. I left my room, pulling my suitcase behind me. I haven't had the chance to sit down and tell Joe again that I was leaving. He's back to coming home after midnight. I couldn't help but wonder how long it would take him to notice that I was gone.

"Y/N?"

My heart jumped into my throat when I looked up to see Joe putting his keys in the bowl by the door. I opened and closed my mouth, struggling to find my voice.

"Are you going somewhere?" He asked.

"Home," I blurted out.

"Oh," he smiled. "Like for the weekend?"

"No," I said slowly. "Like permanently."

"What?" He stuttered.

"I told you the other week," I mumbled. "I quit my job and am moving home until I figure out what to do with my life."

"Y/N," he barely said. "What are you. . ."

"I'm not happy," I cut him off. "All I do every day is make fancy coffee drinks for strangers. Then I come home to an empty apartment and make myself dinner. Do you know how depressing it is to eat dinner alone, every night?"

"Y/N," he tried to interrupt me again but I didn't let him. I was finally letting out everything I had been thinking. I was done holding back.

"We moved to LA together," I continued. "I wasn't expecting to hang out 24/7, but I rarely see you and I don't know anyone else. I'm tired of being lonely, Joe. I know your job is busy and crazy. I understand that. But I need you to understand that I'm not happy. Look, I'm not going to make you choose between me and your career. That's not fair to you. But I have to do what's best for me."

"Y/N, wait. . ." Joe stuttered.

"I don't fit in here," I sighed, my voice breaking. "As much as I want to fit in with you, Joe, I don't."

"Y/N, please. . ."

I walked over and wrapped my arms tightly around him. He hesitated before wrapping his arms around me. A tear slid down my face as he tightened his hold on me.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

And just like that, I left Joe's apartment without looking back.

* * * * *

It's only been three days since I moved home and Joe has tried calling me every day. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't answer it.

Instead, I went on with my life. My parents didn't force me to talk about why I decided to move home. They acted like it was normal for me to be back.

I started working at my dad's office as an assistant. It wasn't much, but it was better than making coffee. I was answering phones, scheduling meetings, ordering office supplies–things I did back in high school for him.

The first weekend home, my dad had a big corporate party. He took my mom, but I stayed home. I was looking in the kitchen for something to make for dinner, debating about ordering take-out, when someone knocked at the door.

It wasn't a normal knock. It sounded almost. . . desperate.

I opened the door, the sight being the last thing I thought I would ever see.

"It's you," Joe said as soon as I opened the door. "It's always been you."

"What?" I stuttered. "Joe, what are you doing here?"

"The other day you said you didn't want to make me choose but that's just it."

"What is?"

"You're what matters, Y/N."

"Joe," I sighed.

"I'm sorry," he kept talking. "I didn't mean to make you feel like you weren't important to me, because you are. You are, Y/N. Coming home to your smiling face was the best part of my day. I didn't notice it at first, because I knew you were home. But now that you're gone. . . All those nights you were in bed when I got home, I looked in on you."

"You what?" I asked, barely audible.

"Before I went to bed, I'd poke my head into your room," he confessed, a small blush building. "Sometimes, I'd just stand in the doorway and watch you sleep. It sounds creepy, I know, but it was oddly comforting. Seeing you always snapped me out of the Stranger Things haze. You brought me back to reality. And since you left. . . I can't get out of my head. I can't come back to reality without you. I need you, Y/N."

My heart jumped into my throat when his voice broke. "Y/N," he whispered. "I can't do this without you."

I jumped forward and closed the gap between us, wrapping my arms tightly around him. He let out a sigh of relief as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Please," he whispered as he tightened his arms around me. "Please come home. I need you."

"Joe," I stuttered as I broke the hug. "I can't."

"Y/N," he sighed, his voice breaking. "Why can't you come home?"

I looked down at our feet, knowing that this had to come out.

"Y/N," he said when I still didn't say anything. "Why can't you come back home with me?"

"Because it's too painful," I whispered, looking at our feet.

"Painful?" Joe repeated. "What's painful about living with me?"

As he asked his question, his voice slowed down. With each word, he caught on to why it was a little painful to live with him. Suddenly, he grabbed my face and pressed his lips to mine. We stumbled back until we hit the wall. Our lips moved in sync as Joe let go of my face and wrapped his arms around my waist.

We broke the kiss when neither one of us could breathe. I looked up at him, completely shocked.

"It doesn't have to be painful," he whispered. "It could actually be a lot of fun."

"But. . ."

"I love you, Y/N."

"You. . . You what?"

"I love you," he shrugged with a small chuckle. "I love you, Y/N. It's why I wanted you to move to LA with me. It's why I flew all the way here to bring you back. I love you."

"I love you too, Joe."

He smiled before pressing his lips to mine. I smiled against his lips as things heated up. We somehow stumbled into the family room, collapsing onto the couch. Joe instantly laid us down, hovering over me.

"Shit," I said, breaking the kiss when I heard a car door shut.

"Is that. . ."

"My parents," I sighed, getting a little embarrassed. "I guess they're home from dinner."

"You know if we were back in LA. . ." He let his sentence drop and the look on his face turned into a knowing smirk.

"Shut up," I giggled, pushing him off me. We sat on the couch and quickly turned on the tv, acting like we weren't doing something parents definitely shouldn't walk in on.

"Joe?" My mom giggled when she walked in. "Is that you?"

"Hi," Joe laughed as he stood up.

He instantly hugged my mom back. He shook my father's hand and got sucked into spending the night watching a movie with us. We were barely ten minutes into the movie when Joe reached over and grabbed my hand. I ignored my mom's knowing smile as I leaned my head on Joe's shoulder.

"I'm taking you home tomorrow," he whispered. "Then I'm taking you on a date."

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rafescoke · 3 years

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All I Ask ; Rafe Cameron (Part 2)

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Reader finds herself in the arms of her best friend’s brother after finding her boyfriend cheating on her

Warnings: Swearing, cheating, hella angst, JJ being an extreme asshole

A/N: you guys are truly amazing. thank you so much for the countless amount of love & support for my last works, i love you!

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“Hey,” he said softly. “You’re okay?”

(Y/N) emitted a laugh, her eyes focusing on the road, but her mind was somewhere else. She cleared her throat, “Um, I don’t think so.”

“Want to talk about it?” he said, and she noticed the grogginess behind his voice. She felt bad now, knowing that she had woken him up, but she was desperate for someone.

She couldn’t go to the pogues; her only friends, not when they knew. They knew all along about Kie and JJ but they didn’t try to talk to her. She thought about Pope, how he had looked so nervous around her since a month ago and how she had thought of it as nothing more than anxiety for his new upcoming scholarship application.

(Y/N) groaned, tightening her fingers around the steering wheel. Why had she been so naive? Why couldn’t she realize the signs sooner?

“Are you okay?” Rafe asked, suddenly jolting up from his bed when he realized how quiet she has gotten. Ever since they got close 4 years ago, there was never a long silence between them as (Y/N) always has a random topic to discuss about. He would tell her that he doesn’t care, but he truly likes the new information she’ll give him.

Like how the word ‘who’ is the oldest English word in the world.

“Like, the owl?” he asked, scrunching his face. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, licking the slowly melting ice cream, and Rafe had a sudden thought of stealing her snack.

“No. God, you’re stupid. It’s who.”

“Yeah, the owl,” he grunted, thinking hard. (Y/N) looked at him with her bored eyes again, and Rafe took a quick glance at the dripping ice cream.

“No, Rafe, that’s woo. I’m talking about who.”

“You should write it.”

Rafe watched as she used her pointer to write the word ‘who’ on the table using her ice cream. Rafe laughed, finally understanding the joke, and he smiled wider when she returned a grin.

“No,” her voice croaked, and she could feel her tears slowly rolling down her red cheeks. God, she felt stupid. Why would she cry over stupid stuff like this? She had told Rafe before that she couldn’t understand why Bella Swan was too sad over Edward’s flight, saying how Bella had Jacob all along to help her get over him. Rafe rolled his eyes at this statement, muttering something along the words of ‘this is a movie’, ‘Edward is hotter’, and ‘Jacob look like that cashier guy at the hardware store’.

But she understood everything clearly now because she too, felt like staying in her room for the rest of her life.

“What happened? Do you need me to pick you up?” Rafe asked again, finally standing up from his bed and walking towards his bedside table to retrieve his car keys. He rubbed his eyes, still so tired, but he wanted to make sure she was safe.

“It’s alright, Rafe, you don’t have to pick me up, it’s just, um-” she took a deep breath, “Can I come over?”

Rafe stopped in his tracks, not sure if he had heard her right. He waited for a few seconds, “Huh?”

“Can I come over?” (Y/N) bit her lips, making a turn towards the road heading to Figure 8 from the Cut. The road was deserted, and she looked at the dashboard to check on the time.

2.43 a.m.

“Yeah, sure, um, when are you coming? I just have to wait for you, so you know the new passcode of the backdoor.”

“You guys changed it already?” she asked, and she was surprised to find a smile creeping onto her face. “When was the last time I came over? 2 months ago?”

“9,” Rafe muttered, “But it’s okay. I’ll wait for you, okay?”

“Okay,” she released a breath, “Thank you, Rafe.”

“Yeah,” was all he said before ending the line.

Maybe she did missed him.

When she arrived before the white building of the Camerons’ household, she could see a figure sitting on the front porch, bending over something that (Y/N) assumed to be a phone.

Rafe was mindlessly playing Candy Crush, just starting on his third level when he heard a car door being shut. He jumped to his feet, ready to greet the girl, but stopped in his tracks when he saw the state of her.

She was still in her party clothes, her (H/C) hair in a messy ponytail and her makeup all smudged. He tried to think of a joke, wanting to lighten up the mood, but his deed was interrupted when she finally had him in a tight hug.

“Whoa,” Rafe exclaimed, putting his arms around her waist. He let her stayed in that position for a few more seconds, liking the warmth, and finally parted after he cleared his throat.

“What’s wrong?”

“I, um-” she sighed, not looking into his eyes. “I got cheated on.”

Rafe was glued to his spot as he watched her wiped her tears with her sleeve, looking down to her glittery blue slippers. He couldn’t remember the amount of times he had prayed for his (Y/N) and JJ to call it off, but he didn’t hope for any kind of cheating to occur.

“I’m so sorry,” Rafe said, pulling her into a hug again. He rested his chin against the top of her head, letting the scent of strawberry wafted into his nostrils. (Y/N) cried against his chest, her face all scrunched up, and when she pulled away for the second time, she noticed the tear stains on his shirt.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” she rushed, trying to remove the stain using her fingers even though she knew it was impossible. She was too tired to think logically; she felt like laying in bed and watching Love Island until the day she dies.

“You’re still stupid, even when you’re all fucked up,” Rafe sighed, but he watched her from the corners of his eyes in case his words had struck her, but she looked like she understood the joke. She smiled weakly, pulling on the hem of her dress that had rode up down.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, pulling her by her wrist as he guided her through the backdoor to his room. He showed her the new passcode proudly, mouthing how it was his birthday date this time, and (Y/N) had emitted a small laugh.

Screw maybe, she did missed him.

“And still a mess,” she sighed, plopping onto Rafe’s blue bedsheet as she took a look around the room. The painting of a random boat in the middle of an ocean was still askewed, and his trash can were piling up. She made a face, pointing at the cause of disturbance.

“You have to clean that.”

“Sorry I couldn’t let you stay in our five stars suite, ma’am,” he said, finding an old t-shirt in his cupboard. “You know, since you barged in this hotel at this time, all there’s left is the 3 stars suite.”

“You’re calling this a 3 stars suite?” she laughed, tilting her head to one side. “Rafe, this room can’t even be rated.”

“Whatever,” he pulled out a yellow t-shirt, putting it aside before looking for a new pair of boxers. “Is your room still pink with that weird strawberry pound cake smell?”

“Yeah,” she laughed, crossing her legs. She was glad there were no crumbs on the bed, or else she would rather sleep in her car. “And that smell’s great. My sensory organs are blocked by all the dust you’re collecting in here.”

Rafe grinned, liking how she was back to her old self, and handed her the pair of boxers and the yellow t-shirt. (Y/N) muttered a quick thanks, her feet lightly padding against the carpeted floor towards his bathroom. She closed the door, leaning against the sink, watching her reflection in the mirror.

She did look miserable, and her eyes were all red and puffy. She always hate how puffy her eyes would get after a nice session of crying, having to endure the pain of soothing it down again.

She shook her head, not wanting to spend anymore time thinking about JJ or Kie or the pogues who had betrayed her, and tried to reach for the zip of her dress. After a few good tries she sighed, relaxing her cramped arms. The familiar yet uneasy pain coursed through her veins, and without wanting to abuse herself anymore, she turned the doorknob.

“Rafe? Can you help me?”

“Huh? Yeah,” he came to the door, closing his eyes before he halted right in front of the object. “Are you naked?”

“No, can’t seem to be, too. Can you help me unzip?”

Rafe opened his eyes, feeling his heartbeat quickening, and with trembling hands, slowly unzipped her dress and stopping directly at the curve of her bottoms, silently admiring the view.

He cleared his throat, shaking his head at the childish behaviour he just found himself in. “Yeah, done.”

“Thanks, Rafe,” she smiled, and turned to close the door again. Rafe listened to her breathing in the bathroom for a few more seconds, knowing how hard she was trying to ignore the aching feeling eating off of her. He wished he could take her pain away an make it his, knowing that at least he’ll have an excuse to snort more coke to ‘forget the pain’.

When she got out of the bathroom, Rafe had to stop himself from drooling over her in his shirt and boxers. She always look good, but she had never looked better in nothing but his yellow shirt and his boxers.

Rafe closed the light, remembering how she hates sleeping with any form of light either it’s tiny or big, and settled himself on the sofa. He wanted to give her space, not wanting to rush anything, knowing how tired she must felt from all the things she had to endure today.

“Rafe, we’re not 10. You can sleep on the same bed as I am,” she sighed, turning to face the other side. Rafe stood up, thanking the gods above, and settled for his new room.

“We never sleep in the same bed before,” he said, pulling the covers to shield himself from the cold. (Y/N) snorted at this statement, still not looking at him or even turning to face him.

The closest thing they have done to sleep right next to each other was in the car during a road trip, and when they woke up, they were both throwing disgusted faces and pretending to vomit.

“Stop it, you guys look stupid,” Sarah groaned, giving them a quick look over her shoulder. Rafe pulled his middle finger from under the blanket he was sharing with (Y/N), causing her to snort and struggling to hide her laugh.

. . .

“So yeah, that’s how you hit it.”

“You’re bluffing,” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, taking over the club and watching the small hole in the distance, squinting her eyes. She took a step back, licked her teeth, and gave Topper the club back.

“See? I told you I’m right!” he exclaimed happily, clasping his hands together. He returned to the game, focusing on his goal, and hit the golf ball.

“That’s fine, I guess,” (Y/N) announced when he came back to the resting area, “For beginners.”

Rafe snorted, downing his mineral water before handing Topper the same bottle. Topper grunted at him, muttering how it’s unhygienic, but he took a full swing of it anyways, being so thirsty after sitting under the sun for hours long.

“We’re glad you’re back with us, (Y/N),” Topper smiled, removing his cap and fanning himself with the clothing. He opened his mouth to say something, but when he looked at Rafe’s expression, he quickly shut his mouth.

He wanted to ask her if she ever missed their old clique when she was with the pogues, but Rafe knew better. It had been 3 weeks since the incidence, and she had been doing so well in coping with the situation. They had been inseparable ever since, always attached to the hips everywhere they go; he couldn’t let one tiny mistake slip that can cause her another breakdown.

“Hey,” Kelce jogged to them, smiling apologetically at Rafe and Topper before placing a quick kiss on (Y/N) ‘s cheeks. (Y/N) smiled, knowing how sweet and gentle Kelce is, almost glad he still does the same thing to her even after they had not been hanging out for a year.

“You’re not dressed for the occasion,” Topper rolled his eyes, “And late. We’re already packing up, man.”

“I know, but I’m wondering if you guys would like to listen to Cage The Elephant this evening by the beach,” he explained, still heaving from his previous activity. He had drove straight from his home to the country club after getting 4 tickets to the show, excited to show his friends what he had gotten for her.

(Y/N) snorted, throwing her arms into the air. “Fuck off, Kelce. There’s no way they’re coming down to Obx.”

Kelce sighed, taking out his phone before showing her the proof in his photos. (Y/N) grinned, trying to contain herself, and looked at Rafe who seemed to be smiling as well.

“Thanks, Kelce,” she laughed, pulling him into a hug. They made her happy, and all the negative thoughts she had about them during her brief friendship with the pogues suddenly evaporating into the air. She squealed, jumping wildly, and she swore she has never felt this happy before.

Just them four. Like the old times.

Four hours later, (Y/N) took a step back when they arrived at the beach, the memory of what happened three weeks ago suddenly rewinding in her head. Rafe noticed how quiet she had been, and pulled her aside while Topper and Kelce went to check on the stage.

“Are you okay?”

(Y/N) bit her lips, nodding. She ran her fingers over the penguin charm Rafe had gotten her a week prior, saying how it resembles him when he sees her. (Y/N) rolled her eyes at him during that surprising moment, touched yet confused at the story behind the penguin charm.

“Okay. Do you need a drink?” he asked again, staring into her eyes. She shook her head, wetting her lips and putting on her usual smile. Rafe grinned at her, muttering how she’s doing so good, all while guiding her towards their two other friends.

“(Y/N)?”

(Y/N) turned to look at the source, not thinking much. She almost fell to the ground when she saw the person responsible, but Rafe still had his arms around her. He turned to check on her again, but followed her gaze when he noticed she was staring at the opposite direction.

“What the fuck?” Rafe yelled, pushing JJ’s chest with so much anger that he toppled over to John B. Sarah yelped, pulling Kie to her side, watching as her brother walked towards them furiously.

“Chill, man, I just want to talk to her,” he said, taking a deep breath. He noticed the crowd starting to notice them, and his eyes landed on a certain girl who was held up by Topper and Kelce, both asking if she was okay.

“Fuck off, pogue,” Rafe said, his eyes stern as he stared over JJ and his group of friends. “You have nothing to say to her.”

As he turned to return to his friends, his chest heaving from the near-fight he almost encounter with JJ, he bended to (Y/N)’s height to check on her state. Her eyes were glassy, her face red.

“So you’re fucking them all now like a whore?” JJ shouted, loud enough for everyone else around them to gasp, and some already had their phones out. (Y/N) was shocked at this statement, frozen on her feet, not knowing what on earth would make JJ say that to her.

He was never mean to her, even when they had a fight. He yelled at her sometimes, sure, but she had been the one yelling first. He never called her anything of that sort, not even during sex, where she had given him her full consent.

“You’re crazy,” she muttered, her lips trembling. “Go to hell.”

“No, no, because it has always been easy for you, right? You broke up with me, got on with Rafe, leave your own friends and come back to the country clubs?” he laughed, and she flinched at his words. If JJ had meant the pogues as her friends, then he was totally wrong.

“Fuck off, pogue,” Topper stepped out, and before he could finish his sentence, JJ landed a full punch on his face, causing him to fall onto the ground with a thud.

(Y/N) screamed, getting to his side as Rafe returned JJ’s gesture. Topper laid on the ground with his nose starting to bleed, causing (Y/N) to panic while she rummaged through Rafe’s backpack he had left on the ground for clean tissues.

Topper groaned, keep wanting to get up, but (Y/N) held him in place, not letting her friend go and hurt himself more just for her. She cried while she tried to wipe the blood, hearing the fight behind her.

“Fuck you! You stupid pogue! You should be in jail like your dad!”

Something cracked in JJ as he yelled something back in pure anger. He punched, kicked, slapped and hit Rafe who was already on the ground, spitting blood.

“JJ! That’s enough,” Pope pulled him back, trying to contain the wild animal as he thrashed to escape. He yelled more curses at Rafe while Pope tried his best to pull him away, obviously not done with hitting the boy laying on the ground.

(Y/N) cried, running towards Rafe’s side, cupping his face and looking into his swollen eyes. She groaned when Rafe’s laugh filled the air, not believing how he was still joking in a state like this.

“I’m okay,” he said, his breath ragged. “Don’t cry. I’m okay.”

Rafe stood up slowly and looked at the direction of the still thrasing JJ, hearing his muffled shouts with his arms around (Y/N) ‘s waist. He held her close as she sobbed into his shoulder, still trembling.

“Let’s go home?” he asked, and (Y/N) didn’t need to be told twice to follow him into his car. As disappointed as she was that she didn’t get the chance to see her favourite band, she wanted to take care of Rafe, who had been there since the day she found out about Kie and JJ.

The clock struck 12 in the morning and the grandfather clock in the living room chimed as Rafe groaned, feeling a certain girl with trembling hands and tired eyes gently wiping a cotton pad across his cut.

“Fuck! I said slowly,” he grunted, closing his eyes to decrease the pain. (Y/N) bit her lips, trying to concentrate all the while trying to contain her laugh. He hissed again when she dabbed on his cut, this time with his fingers gripping tightly around her wrist.

“I said slowly.”

“I’m doing it slow, asshole,” she smiled, and felt him softened when she finally threw the last cotton pad. She pulled the covers to his chin, fixing the front part of hair before going to the bathroom to wash her hands. When she came back, she found him still awake with his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.

“I really need you to sleep,” she sighed, “To heal your pretty face.”

Rafe grinned and though (Y/N) tried her hardest not to smile back, she couldn’t deny the warm feeling settling in the pits of her stomach.

“You think I’m pretty?”

There was no use denying it anymore.

“Yeah,” she shrugged, getting into the space beside him. “Even when you are all fucked up.”

(Y/N) could sense his smile even when she didn’t look at him, knowing how soft he usually end up being when she compliments him. She turned to look at him.

“Are you serious about not wanting a girlfriend?”

Rafe turned to look at her, his eyebrows raised. His insides exclaimed happily, liking the way his words had struck her. He meant what he said, but that statement didn’t apply to (Y/N).

“Why?”

“Just asking,” she shrugged, and made a move to touch his cut. He hissed, feeling a sharp pain soaring in him, but she looked so peaceful trying to figure out his wound.

“You can kiss them to make them feel better,” he grinned, and watched as she groaned, trying to hide her face against the pillow. Rafe laughed, and turned the lamp beside him off, knowing that he shouldn’t push it and leave her be.

Just as he was about to drift into a peaceful sleep, he felt her soft lips against his, to which it was quick and gentle before she pulled away, giggling.

“4 years.”

“Huh?” (Y/N) questioned, still smiling from the kiss she just initiated a few seconds ago. She couldn’t contain herself; he looked so peaceful, so sweet, and so handsome. She didn’t know why she hadn’t kissed him sooner.

“I waited for that since 4 years ago.”

“Now you’re just pushing it, Rafe.”

Rafe grinned against the darkness, and felt his heart soaring. “Can we kiss again?”

“Tomorrow,” she stated, and Rafe laughed.

Tomorrrow. The next day. Next week.

He didn’t care - as long as he will finally have her by his side.

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maloskiworld · 2 years

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He’s my favorite track - Pierre Gasly (x Verstappen reader/driver)

MASTERLIST (requests are open!)

Summary : stepping in the footsteps of your big brother, you were a reserver driver for RedBull. Wen they asked you to replace Yuki at Alpha Tauri, things took a pleasant turn with your teammate.

Click here to read part 2 “ My love ”

Warnings : some languages (not so much), light mention of sickness, a very sweet Pierre, big brother Max

Words count : +3.5K

A/N : Hi everyone ! This is my first F1 one shot. I’m so happy to post it ! I hope you enjoy it. Feedbacks are more than welcome. 🌻

PS : English isn’t my first language, so sorry if there’s any mistakes ! 💙

not my gif, credits to the owner !

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You'd never thought this day would come. Even in your wildest dreams. Because you dreamt of it. Many many times. But to you, it was just one of those fantasies. Just like when you were imagining yourself being married to the one and only Harry Styles. Your phone was still in your hand, but your mind was gone somewhere else. Shivers running down your spine. The loud ringing of your ringtone took you out of your daydreaming. It was your brother. Well, if you intended on keeping it secret, it was probably already screwed.

" I can't believe it ! ", you heard him scream through the device.

" Well, hello to you, Max. I guess you already know ? ", you happily sighed.

" You made it ! I'm so so proud of you. " His words brought a smile to your lips. He was proud. All your life, that was the feeling you were searching to get. The only gratitude you needed.

" I'll make you even prouder if I step on the podium, though. " You were already imagining yourself on the spotlight. Winning your first F1 race.

" Oh, easy there. It's only Alpha Tauri ! " he replied, laughing a little. God, his sister was a dreamer.

" Pierre did it ", his name in your mouth made your stomach flipped.

The conversation didn't last long after that. The siblings agreed to go on a run before they had to leave for Monza. Yuki was very sick, and had to be replaced for at least one race. You were one of the reserver drivers for RedBull. For some reasons, they decided to let you race for Alpha Tauri. Some say - well mostly Max - that it was because you were talented and they wanted to see you on track.

One name didn't leave your mind after the small talk. Pierre. You met him a few years ago. You attended a race with your brother, following him everywhere like a lost puppy. You stumbled across the blondie boy after a great qualification from him. You were impressed. You didn't know how he didn't give up. This season was so hard on him, yet he was still trying to show everyone wrong. And he was doing it in the best way possible. You looked at him from afar, admiring him.

The next season, you became a reserve driver for RedBull and attended every race, but Monza hold something different. Pierre managed to get the sixth place with his Alpha Tauri during qualifying. You were so happy for him - and you didn't really know why. Maybe it was because you thought he was one of the bravest man on the grid. Or maybe it was the way he was looking in his white suit. The day after, he won his first f1 race. Monza, how you were magical. But Max had to retire the car. He was so pissed of about it that he took you partying all night long just to get his mind off things. That's when you saw Pierre again. When your eyes found his, you felt like melting right there. Damn, this guy was beautiful. You two never stopped looking at each other all night. You didn't dare to go speak to him, too afraid to stutter and not be able to form a correct sentence. And he didn't dare to come close to you, because you were Max Verstappen little sis.

Your brother wasn't one to refrain you from dating who the hell you wanted. But to say he was scaring - without even realising it - every gut that every tried to date you was underestimate. Pierre was sure that the RedBull driver would kill him if he made a move on his sister. So he never did, but always regretted it.

That night, you fell in love with Pierre Gasly. His deep blue eyes were to die for. His french accent was the cutest sound your ears had ever heard, and you'll never be tired of it. One year later, he was still the guy that made your heartbeat faster. You never said a word to anyone, but always hoped that one day you'll be his.

Since that day, you saw him a little more. Chatting for a bit in the paddock. He always had a nice word to you. Complimenting your clothes, laughing at your jokes or congratulating you for your performances on the sim - because he heard you were doing great. He made your heat fluttered every time, and you tried your best not to show it. Hiding your red cheeks behind your hands. It wasn't much, but those 5 min interactions were the highlights of your day.

You weren't nervous, you were scared as hell. Your hands were trembling as one of the team's members passed you your gloves. You tried to hide it. Smiled to everyone, and joked around. But one person noticed it.

" Hey ", you jumped, not expecting anyone to talk to you with your headphones on. You were met with ocean eyes, and your stomach did a flip.

" Hi ", you smiled lightly.

" Nervous, uh ? " he looked straight at you. You felt so little under his gaze. It's like he knew exactly what was going on in that brain of yours.

" I'm fine ", you tried to lie. You didn't want him to think you were a coward. A lot of people thought so. You were a girl, and girls don't belong in Formula 1, right ? Bullshit. You worked your ass for this place, and you earned it. You were ready to prove it. Nevertheless, you were still scared. What if you weren't good enough ? What if you crashed ? Your mind was working a hundred miles an hour. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice that the french driver was still standing in front of you.

" I was so scared ", he admitted. You lifted your head up, frowning. " My first F1 race. I was terrified. I had so much expectation. Winning a race for my first ? That was my goal. I was so gutted when I didn't achieve that. I mean, I didn't even get in the points ! " he laughed a little. " I wished someone told me it was okay. Don't rush things, it's your first race. And don't overthink too much. Just go out there and do your best. I'm sure you'll do amazing, anyway. "

You were about to answer when someone called your name.

" Y/N ! " You turned around, to face Max. " Is my little sis nervous ? ", his smirked your way.

" I'm not. " Seeing your brother made you find a little more confidence hiding somewhere inside you. You've always admired Max, wanting to step in his footprints.

" Good luck today, little one. I'll see you right after the practice ends, alright ? " He embraced you in a tight hug. You wished he never let go of you. Your brother always knew what you needed, because he stayed like that a little longer than usual.

" C'mon, show everyone what the Verstappen are made of ! ", he laughed and then went back to the RedBull garage. You looked back to where Pierre was, just to find him talking to Pyry. He looked so good in his white suit. You gulped and made your way to the car.

You can do this, Y/N, you thought to yourself.

Practice went well for you. Monza was an amazing track. Well, it was your favorite track. It always had been. You felt so confident driving up there. The car felt good to. Everything looked good for you. You were so excited for qualification. Hoping you'd make it to Q2, if not Q3. You were smiling ear to ear when you entered the Alpha Tauri garage on that saturday afternoon. Greeting everyone that crossed your path.You were about to go talk to your phisio, before someone interrupted you.

" Someone looks happy, today. " He stood next to your car. His bright smile plastered on his face. He had a look on face that you didn't fully recognized.

" Hi, Pierre. How are you ? ", you answered cheepisly, playing with your drink. " Better now that I see you smile ", he replied honestly. You blushed, hoping he wouldn't notice. You didn't even know if you'd be capable to look his way after that.

" Ready for quali ? ", he kept talking with his sweet voice.

" More than ready. Maybe I'll beat you ", you said, not thinking of what you really said. When you realized, your eyes widened. Pierre let a true laugh out. Throwing his head back, letting his neck totally on display. You stared a bit, imagining how you could brush your lips against it. He must of know because he slowly touched the side of it. Butterflies erupted in your body. You looked straight into his eyes, panicking a bit.

" I'm - I... " you stumbled on your words. Shit, shit, you hated yourself on that moment.

" It's cool. Hope you enjoy the view ", he said so casually. " Hey, let's do a bet. If you beat me, I'll take you on a date. ", his voice was so hopeful. You stood there, not knowing what to say. You wanted to scream yes but your brain wasn't really taking on what was going. It was frozen. Was Pierre Gasly flirting with you ? You must be dreaming. That can't be true. Your mouth started to open up, but someone dragged you out of the conversation and put you in a dark corner of the garage.

" Max, it could have waited. I was in the middle of a conversation ! ", you groaned. He just ruined your moment with Pierre. " What do you want now ? ", your voice was so harsh. You were faced with silence. Max was looking at you with big eyes. You never got mad at him - at anyone in general unless it was super important (like your life depended on it).

" I just... Just wanted to say good luck... " He was taken aback by your attitude. Realization soon crossed his face. " Something's going on with you and Pierre ?", you could hear the slight shock in his voice.

" No- no. It's - it's not like that ", you finally muttered.

" You like him ? ", he screamed, not in an angry way. More like in a happy way.

" Shut up ! ", you put one of your finger on his mouth. He started to smile. You took a step back. " You're not mad ? ", you ask, kind of dumfounded by his reaction. Literally admitting you had feelings for your teammate of a week.

" No, no. You do you. I'm happy for you no matter what, no matter who you're with. Hope he's gonna get his seat at RedBull back, so that my sister's not gonna support another team ", he winked at you. " Oh and if he breaks your heart, i'll ruin him. See you after quali ! " and with that he run away from you.

" We're not even together yet...", you breathed out.

You made your way back to the garage. Your hands were sweating. You wanted to go back so bad to the small talk you were having with Pierre. But he was nowhere to find. You frowned, hoping you'd see him before qualifying started. But you didn't, hopped in your car, helmet on. Q3, here I am.

Gutted. That's what you were. In the middle of Q1, you had to retire the car. Mechanic problem. You were so mad at everything and everyone. You wanted to punch and insult the whole world. You were doing so great, definitively would have made it far. You kept your helmet on as you crossed the garage. Every mechanic was silent, scared to say a word to you. You were fuming, seeing red. You didn't care about the rest of the qualifying and went to your motorhome. Slamming the door so loud to let everyone know that you were mad. Talk about Verstappen's genes. You slid along the wall. Head in your hands, crying your anger away. You were frustrated at yourself, and a little bit at the team. How could they not see the issue before ?

You didn't know how long you stayed in this position, and it's not like you really cared. A little knock on the door got to your ears. You groaned, not wanting to see anyone.

" Go away, Max " you answered, you were so sure it was your brother. You refused to let him see you in this state. Another soft knock.

" Leave me alone ", you tried to scream but your voice came muffled, a sob left your mouth. The door opened gently. You erased the tears from your cheeks with the sleeves of your racing suit. A hand landed on your shoulder. You relaxed into the touch. Your anger already got the best of you, you were tired of fighting with your emotions. You were put in a loving embrace. You immediately recognized the scent of the stranger. Wooded but sweet as honey. You sobbed more.

" Hey, it's alright ", Pierre said, running his hand through your hair. The other one was placed on your back, rubbing it with little rounds. " It's not your fault. "

You wanted him to shut up as much as you wanted to hear him said you'd be okay. You remembered his words from yesterday " don't rush things, it's your first race ". It wasn't even the race, just quali. Maybe the mechanics would be able to fix the car and you'd take the start tomorrow. And if not, it was okay. It happens. You'd have an another chance. You realized you literally overreacted. You rested your head in the crock of his neck, sniffing a little. You leaned into his touch, letting yourself completely enjoy the moment.

" You were amazing on track. Heard they'll fix your car for tomorrow. I'm sure you'll prove everyone wrong. " His words touched you so much. You really had the impression he knew exactly how you were feeling. Always choosing the right thing to say, even if you never really spoke about those kind of things with him. He knows because he's been there, you thought.

You let go of him - even if you wanted to stay in his strong arms for the rest of your life. Your red eyes looking behind him, a soft smile painted on your face.

" I overreacted. I'm so dumb. " You laughed, fixing your bun. Your hands were shaky, so you hid them in the pockets of your race suit. You got up, Pierre imitating you.

" Don't say that. I know the feeling, a little bit too much by the way - he laughed in a satiric way. I usually hit the gym when it happens to me. It helps me relieve the anger. " He paused a little bit, searching for what to say next. There's so much he wanted to say, to do, but he was scared of your reaction. You left without saying anything after he had mentioned a date. " Hum-..."

" Y/N ! Oh. Oh. Hey, Pierre ", your brother stood by the door, a smirk on his face. " Well, I wanted to comfort my little sis, but someone did it for me I see. Thanks man. She's the worst when she's mad. She's not a mini me for nothing. " You threw a mean look to your brother. Pierre laughed a little, releasing a breath he didn't know he was holding. " I'm gonna leave you two love birds alone..."

" Y/N ! We need to talk to you ", you heard someone call for you in the distance. You sighed, time to get back to work.

" Thanks Pierre ", you said squeezing his arm a little to say goodbye. You quickly hugged Max, and joined the team to debrief the afternoon.

You got back to the hotel really late, hungry and tired. Your stomach was growling, and your eyes were trying to shut. To say the less, you were a mess. The terrible qualification was out of mind (you'd be able to take the start tomorrow, it was all that mattered), but something else was stuck in your thoughts. Pierre, of course. You couldn't shake him out of your spirit. He owned every part of you, especially after today. You touched your shoulder where his hands have been, trying to find the comfort of his touch again. Oh boy, you were so in love with him.

" Getting back late ", Pierre was standing by the elevator. Of course, it had to be him. He looked like he just did a workout session. His body was covered in sweat. He was rubbing a towel against his forehead. That man will be the end of you, and you knew it.

" Same for you ", you didn't know what to say. You were a bit awkward, and playing with your hands was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world.

" Pretty long day ", you chuckled at his words. He couldn't be more right. This weekend was taking a toll on you. So much pressure. So much emotion. You looked at him - well, stared at him. You wished he'd hold you all night. You wanted to feel his raspy hands against you again, and smell his scent to fall asleep. You were captivated by him. The little noise of the elevator made you look away. The tension in the tiny space could be cut with blades. Pierre wanted to hug you, kiss you til the birds sing in the morning. But the race was tomorrow. It was Monza, and he didn't want to mess up. Last year, he won there. He wanted to do it again. Monza, his beloved. He'll wait after the race to talk to you. Hoping you'd say yes to him. He'd follow you around the world if you'd let him.

You both got out, and without saying a word he accompanied you to your door. You were so tensed and exhausted. You opened you room and turned around.

" Have a good night, Pierre. Thanks again for today, you really helped me out there ", you tried to smile brightly but failed and yawned instead. He reciprocated your touch from earlier by squeezing your arm a little. It warmed your heart a little.

" Go get some rest, you deserved it. Don't worry, everything's gonna be fine, love. " With those words, he left you standing in the door of your hotel room. The nickname made you flustered. Butterflies came back in your stomach. You'd wish he'd call you that every freakin' day. It rolled out of his tongue so easily. You went to bed, and fell asleep with a smile on your face and Pierre in your dreams.

Before the race, you stayed in the RedBull garage with Max. It was relaxing to be with your big brother. You knew he'd protected you from everything. The media had gone crazy after your retirement in the qualifications. It was a mechanic problem, but they saw the opportunity to drag you down. Saying you weren't good enough and all those things. It was getting to your head again, but Max knew how to calm you down. You only went back to Alpha Tauri just in time to get ready for the race. You were so focused that you didn't saw the longing looks Pierre was throwing your way. He couldn't wait to be done with the race to put his heart out for you. He was ready for you to pick it up or for you to broke and stepped on it.

The race went amazing for you, you ended up in fifth place. You were more than happy. It felt so incredible. With an Alpha Tauri and for your first race, it was almost a miracle. As soon as you got back to the garage, you took off your helmet and hugged every mechanic you stumbled on. You couldn't stop smiling. Happier than ever. You were on a little cloud of euphoria.

Soon enough, your path crossed Pierre. His eyes held a mix of sadness and pure joy. He had to retire the car. No Monza win for him this year. You didn't think much and threw yourself around his neck. He held you so tight. His head was hiding in the crock of your neck. His hot breath against your skin making you shiver. You felt how much he needed this. How much he needed you. You let your hands drew random patterns on his hair. It felt so right.

" I'm so sorry ", you whispered in his ear. In response, he hugged you even more. You were scared you'd start suffocating, but you stayed still.

" Don't be. I'm so proud of you. You're damn talented. You deserved it so much. So much, love ", his words sent a shiver down your spine. There, that nickname again. It could make you go crazy. You loved it so much, it made you feel so...loved.

" Molto bene Y/N ! ", you heard behind you. You let go of Pierre and turn around to see some mechanics clapping and whistling. You laughed and thanked them. They did an amazing job too. You quickly went to high-five some of them, and returned to the french driver waiting for you.

" Well...", Pierre tried to create a full sentence but he was so nervous words didn't come out as he wanted. " I - so... Yesterday, I-...". He didn't how he was going to get out of this. He probably looked like a fool. The fact that you were glancing at him through your lashes didn't help him. Your face was red, still covered in sweat. Hair was crazy. And how your white race suit fitted your body was almost too much for him. You looked so beautiful.

" Technically, I beat you ", you simply stated with a huge smile on your face. The adrenaline from the race still running through your veins. You were ready to risk it all for him. He smiled back, and you could swear it lightened up the whole room.

" Is that a yes ? ", his eyes were hopeful.

" Yes. "

Monza was no longer your favorite track, Pierre Gasly was.

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adoringhaikyuu · 3 years

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they reject you and regret it afterwards

CHARACTERS: kuroo + iwaizumi + osamu + (gn!reader)

REQUEST: pspspsps i hope its okay if i drop my request here since i saw that yours are open :D can you maybe do how kuroo, iwaizumi and osamu rejects reader confession ( they are best friend ) because they have feelings for another person but later they regret it when they moved on? i love it when the boys realize it later how much the reader means to them but y/n took the chance to move on and have a sexy glow up ✋😩 yessss i wanna see them suffer at the end >:) • by anonymous

WARNINGS: dumb boys hurting your feelings and you hurting them right back :/

NOTES: i feel like i’m not too good at writing angst lol but i made these blurbs instead of hcs!

kuroo let you down easy, not wanting to hurt your feelings––to be honest he did feel something for you, but he wasn’t sure if it was what you wanted it to be. he felt more certain of the feelings he had for someone else. someone you slowly watched him admire from afar until he worked up the courage to start joking with them, then offering to buy them lunch and so on.

you still remember the awkward smile he gave you when you confessed to him, the smile that absolutely broke you because it showed you how much he didn’t want you the way you wanted him. not enough to give up his efforts with someone else. “i’m flattered y/n, but i’m sorry i just––you know i have a date this week...”

you’d looked down immediately, unable to look him in the eyes longer and swallowed back the lump in your throat that was aching to come up in a sob. “yeah yeah, i’m sorry i just––let’s forget this ever happened, yeah?”

you gave him your most convincing smile and he agreed, wanting everything to be normal between the two of you.

but it wasn’t until he’d gone on a few dates with them to realize that it didn’t feel right. it didn’t feel familiar, the way he thought it would. it wasn’t the same comfort he felt in your presence. when they texted him, he didn’t feel the same burst of happiness he felt when you messaged him. he tried to wait it out, to see if things would change, but they didn’t. they just weren’t you.

it’d been a few weeks since you’d confessed and gotten rejected, but you decided to move on instead of dwelling on his unrequited feelings––it wouldn’t do you any good to wallow and weep over your best friend. you wanted him to be happy, and you deserved to be too. so you knocked yourself out of that sad headspace and changed yourself up a bit. you started to value yourself better than you did before, you dressed the way you wanted to but were always afraid of doing and everything about you just brightened up. and other people noticed as well.

kuroo had kind of been too preoccupied to notice, if he was being honest. he didn’t realize what he had in front of him until he practically sprinted over to your place to surprise you and be honest about his feelings. you opened the door, already dressed up and kuroo took a step back, eyes widening as they took you in. did you always look this breathtaking?

“wow...”

you smiled gratefully, straightening out your clothes. “thanks, that’s what i was going for.” you walked back into your apartment to get your shoes, “not that i mind but what are you doing here?”

he blinked out of his trance and stepped in, closing the door behind him. “oh i just––i brought us some food.” he raised the bag he was holding even though you weren’t facing him. “i was kinda hoping we could spend some time together...” he scratched the back of his head, “maybe talk about a few things...” he trailed off when something clicked in his head as he watched you slip your shoes on. “wait why are you all dressed up?”

you turned and looked at him apologetically, “oh...i’m sorry kuroo,” you paused, “i actually have somewhere to be. can i take a raincheck?”

he opened his mouth for a few seconds as he watched you, but no sound came out. “oh um...well could i just––wait here? until you get back?”

you looked to the side awkwardly bringing one hand up to hold your other arm. “it’s just that...i might not be alone when i come back.”

as soon as you uttered those words, he could feel his heartbeat falter in his chest, a faint ringing noise in his ears.

“...a date?”

you nodded with a smile and though it’s selfish, he felt a part of him dim on the inside when he noticed how excited you were. he didn’t really have a right to stop you now did he, not when you chose his happiness over your own what felt like way long ago. so he wouldn’t.

he nodded as well, “oh” he forced a smile onto his face and stepped back towards the door, “that’s exciting. i’m happy for you, really.” he turned the door knob, “i’ll catch up with you some other time then, yeah? you’ll tell me how it went.” he looked at you one last time, his gaze wavering under the undeterred happiness radiating from you.

when he finally stepped out and closed your door, all the emotions hit him at once. he didn’t know what hurt the most, the fact that he was too late, or the fact that you didn’t stop him, didn’t notice the pleading look in his eyes as he silently begged you to stay with him.

iwaizumi froze when you told him how you felt. it was the smallest reaction you’d ever seen from him before, the calmest––yet it did anything but soothe you. you could see the hesitation in his eyes, the uncertainty of what to say next in the way his mouth opened but produced no sound. you already knew what he was going to say.

he will admit, seeing the tears in your eyes that you barely managed to blink back when he rejected you did strike a blow to his heart. but he just couldn’t tell you what you wanted to hear, he wouldn’t lie to you. “i––i’m sorry y/n i just...don’t feel the same.”

his eyes were apologetic, almost pitiful as he watched you take a step back, “right, right. that’s––that’s okay.” you tried to smile but it felt more like a grimace. “i just didn’t want to keep it to myself, that’s all. i’m sure i’ll get over it soon.” he nodded but wasn’t sure what else to say. so he didn’t say anything.

things were a little awkward for a couple weeks between the two of you, but you didn’t want to lose your friendship, so you eventually moved on.

it wasn’t until one day you were at the café you always went to together that you noticed him taking longer than usual to bring back your drinks. you looked over to see him chatting with the barista, both of them with nervous smiles on their faces. he came back a few minutes later with a note in his pocket that you assumed was the barista’s number and a blush on his cheeks. he placed your drink in front of you, eyes looking down, and didn’t mention anything, probably since he didn’t want to rub it in, so you didn’t bring it up either.

but you did wonder if they were the reason he didn’t feel the same for you––you wondered if they weren’t in the picture, if he would have fallen for you instead.

he didn’t want to hide anything from you, so he told you when he had a date coming up. you wished him luck and told him you hoped he’d have a good time and that was that.

they ended up dating but you didn’t mind. he seemed happy and you truly did want the best for him. you started focusing on yourself and eventually found a boyfriend, one who appreciated you and loved you and you couldn’t ask for more.

iwaizumi was happy for you as well, but he couldn’t ignore this piercing feeling he felt when he first heard the news, then when he would see you two together, on your double dates, at parties, anywhere, really. something just ticked him off. he knew he didn’t have a right to feel this way, but he couldn’t help it, couldn’t make sense of it. he couldn’t even figure out what it meant.

only once he realized the ache he felt in his chest when you smiled at your boyfriend the way you used to smile at him, the pull at his heart when you kissed his cheek, completely enamored. only then did he realize that he was jealous, that he’d made a mistake, that he’d lost the one chance he had of being with his soulmate.

osamu had just gotten his new restaurant, he was achieving his goals, living his life without fear, and you took inspiration from that. you decided to be upfront about your brewing feelings and ask him out just as he put the finishing touches in the establishment.

he was wiping down the counter as you sat at the bar, swallowing your nerves as you watched him. “hey samu?”

he hummed and glanced up at you for a second before looking back to what he was doing.

you took a deep breath, “would you maybe...want to go out to eat tomorrow?”

he didn’t look up, but his brows furrowed, “yeah? why are you even asking?”

you paused, of course he wouldn’t realize what you meant, you guys ate together all the time. you blinked a few times before clearing your throat, “um i just––i meant as a...date?”

this time, he paused, well more like froze. he kept his eyes on the counter, his face blank, but you could tell he was internally processing everything. did he hear you right? “what?”

you considered taking it back, but you had a feeling he did hear you, he just wasn’t sure how to respond. “um...i asked if you wanna go on a date? with me...”

he nodded and straightened up, “right.” he brought a hand up to scratch the back of his head, finally looking at you and the look in his eyes was enough to make your wavering confidence crumble. “i sort of have my eye on someone else right now...” you nodded, trying not to let the tears form in your eyes. he went on, “my new neighbor needed to borrow something and we got to talking...was thinking of asking them out, actually.” that was the final twist of the knife.

“oh...” your voice was small ”thats––that’s great!” you smiled but kept your eyes cast down, “forget what i asked i just...wanted to see what you’d say haha,” you tried to play it off as a joke, “i got you!”

he stared at you silently for a few seconds, clearly contemplating whether or not he believed you, but in the end, he let it go.

you never brought up that night ever again, but you thought about it constantly. it haunted you, in a way. of course the one time you’re finally able to speak up about your feelings, it backfired.

you were in a very upsetting and self deprecating headspace for a while, wondering if this was your sign to never make the first move, if you were the problem. it took you a little while to snap out of it, but once you did, you realized your worth and stopped looking at the world through a grey lens––you felt like you’d bloomed as a person.

things didn’t go very far with osamu and his neighbor, but you didn’t take that as an opportunity to try again with him, you didn’t want to wait around for him, even though you thought about it for a second at first––you learned to respect yourself more.

meanwhile, your best friend was beside himself, going through the process of reflection and realization. it’s not that he was desperate after a failed relationship, it’s more so that he suddenly realized he had someone perfect right by him all these years––it only made sense. but he was too stupid to realize that, to realize that he cared about you as more than a friend. he had foolishly mistaken his feelings for you as caring for a friend––you two had been inseparable since you were kids, he couldn’t even notice when his feelings shifted from caring for a friend to loving his best friend.

he decided to talk to you about it, it’d only been a few months since you’d joked? about going on a date with him, but part of him felt confident that you might have meant it for real. he was sure you’d be open to it still. he called you during his break at work and found himself smiling as soon as he heard your voice.

“hey samu what’s up?”

he started to answer, but he trailed off when he heard you laughing at an unfamiliar voice in the background. “hey...just wanted to talk. what are you uh up to?”

he heard you shush whoever was with you. “nothing much.” he heard you sit down.” i can’t stay for long but what did you want to talk about? i’m all ears.”

he was going to brush it off, maybe it was just a friend, but when he heard a faint ‘babe’ and what sounded like a small kiss on the other end, that was all he needed to confirm his suspicions. “yeah i just...i’ll actually call you back later, okay?”

you paused on the other end, most likely confused, but you let him go nonetheless.

osamu sat there in his office at the back of his restaurant, surrounded by silence, complete disbelief and an indescribable ache running through his body. was he really too late?

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