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lilasamaaa · 10 hours

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Who says "I love you" first? Part Two | F1 grid x Reader

Click here to read the first part!

Genre | Fluff

Featuring | Oscar Piastri, Daniel Ricciardo, George Russell, Carlos Sainz, Yuki Tsunoda, Max Verstappen.

Word count | 1.8K

Warnings | None! Enjoy the ride!

Author's note | Coming up with original ideas for this was so painful lmao, I'm sorry it took so long!

Oscar Piastri

He says it first.

Today marks four months since you and Oscar have been together. The Australian texted you a few hours ago, telling you to wear a nice dress and meet him in front of your building at 8.

The two of you had met four months ago at a party hosted by a mutual friend. You had heard of love at first sight, but had never experienced it before him. Before your eyes met his. As you had moved to Australia a few weeks before meeting him, and with English not being your first language, it had taken a bit of time to get comfortable with each other and juggle between your respective languages, but today, you two were inseparable... To the point where you'd already canceled the plane ticket that was supposed to take you back home at the end of the year.

The restaurant where you're dining is splendid. The candles on your table cast a soft light on his face, the atmosphere is incredibly romantic, and the dishes are delicious. But above all, it's the looks Oscar has been giving you all evening that make your heart beat. A mixture of tenderness, passion, and admiration.

"I hope you don't mind, but I ordered dessert," your boyfriend announces, looking at you fondly.

As soon as the sentence is uttered, a waiter places a plate in front of you, and you let out a gasp of surprise as you discover the letters traced in chocolate. "I love you". In your native tongue. Your eyes start to water as you meet Oscar's gaze, visibly nervous. For a minute, you're speechless. Equally surprised by the kind attention than by the admission from the Australian.

"Please tell me they spelled it right," the driver says as you burst into laughter.

"They did," you reply, reaching for his hand. "And I don't have any dessert to prove it, but just so you know, I love you too."

Daniel Ricciardo

He says it first.

Daniel and you are lying on the couch in his living room, watching a replay of last weekend's race on TV. You love it when your boyfriend comments on every move, explains the strategies, and tells you about his feelings in the car. Even though you attended the race live in Singapore, it's definitely different to look back at the race with the insight of a real pilot. As Daniel explains to you the choice of his medium tires, the image from the replay suddenly changes from the track and zooms in on you, wearing a headset, in the garage.

"What?" you yelp, standing up on your elbows. "I didn't know they were filming me!"

Under your face, a small banner appears, and you feel your heart tighten. "Daniel Ricciardo's friend".

"Oh," you breathe, unable to tear your gaze away from the tv screen.

"Wow," Daniel says. "So they really have no idea that we're together."

The camera dives back onto the track, and Daniel starts commenting on every moment again, before realizing that you've been silent for a while.

"Hey," your boyfriend says, nudging your shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it's just..." you start, feeling your throat tighten. "We've been dating for a few months now, and it's... It's weird to be called your friend. I don't know. It's making me feel insecure."

"Well, you shouldn't," the Australian says before capturing your lips in a soft kiss. "Because I love you. Way more than a friend."

George Russell

You say it first.

At work, George is methodical. Organized. At home, however, you've come to learn that your boyfriend is a real scatterbrain and forgets everything. All the time. To the point that since you started seeing each other more regularly and you began sleeping over at his place, you've gotten into the habit of leaving notes for him all over the apartment before going to work.

"Your brother is coming over tonight"

"DO NOT order food. There are leftovers in the fridge!"

"Your fave sweater is in the dryer"

Each note is always signed the same way. A double x (you two live in England, after all) and a smiley face. If you're the one writing the small notes, George is the one collecting them and throwing them away everyday. So tonight, as you close the door to his apartment behind you, you're surprised to find your boyfriend on the couch, holding one of the bright yellow squares in his hand.

"Hi babe," you say, coming closer to him. "What's this?"

"Your note," George replies, looking at you. "From this morning."

"What about it?" you ask, furrowing your brow as George hands it to you.

"Don't wait for me for dinner tonight, I'm going out with the girls. Love you."

Oh. You're still looking at the note with wide eyes when your boyfriend speaks again.

"Did you mean it?"

"I'm... kinda surprised I wrote it, but yes, of course, George. I mean it."

Your boyfriend gets up from the couch, coming towards you before planting his lips passionately on yours.

"Well, I love you too," George says, making your heart skip a beat. "And I'm keeping this one," your boyfriend laughs before pocketing the note.

Carlos Sainz

He says it first.

Carlos and you have made it a habit to call each other as much as possible when the driver is away. The distance is already hard enough to manage for the both of you as it is, so there's no need to torture yourselves even more with radio silence. Sitting in the hotel lobby, the only place where he managed to get enough network for a high-quality call, your boyfriend is telling you all about this morning's free practice session when the phone shakes, and you see his eyes hovering above the screen.

"Wait, hermosa, just a second."

The microphone cuts out, and you see your boyfriend's lips moving without sound. You furrow your brow, thinking that someone from the hotel staff might be scolding him for speaking aloud in a public area, when Charles appears in the corner of the screen, the sound coming back.

"Charles wants to say hi," Carlos says, playfully rolling his eyes. "Please find a girlfriend and stop annoying mine."

"How are you?" Charles asks, smiling at you, ignoring Carlos' whines.

"I'm doing great, thanks for asking!" you reply, smiling back at the driver.

"Now, move," Carlos says, "I'd rather talk to her than to you. You'll understand that when you're in love again."

A laughing Charles waves at you a final time before disappearing from your screen. Your attention shifts back to Carlos.

"So..." you say playfully. "You're in love?"

Realizing the slip-up, Carlos' eyes widen.

"I didn't mean to say it like that. Or over the phone. But yes, I am," your boyfriend says, smiling proudly.

"Good thing I am too, then," you reply winking.

Yuki Tsunoda

You say it first.

Yuki is naturally shy. You noticed it from your first meeting, and you've never been afraid to take the lead. You've been the initiator of all your firsts : first conversation, first date, first kiss. This dynamic works well for both of you. You suggest, and Yuki always happily follows.

However... there's something you've been afraid of initiating. It's been several months since you started seeing each other, and you're truly on cloud nine. Everything is going well between you, the chemistry is perfect, and the slightest glance from the Japanese makes you absolutely melt. You know the signs. You're in love. But how do you tell him without scaring him off?

The answer comes naturally as you watch your boyfriend exchange words with his Team Principal in the Racing Bulls garage, his helmet in his hands. As Yuki finishes zipping up his suit, his back to you, you kindly offer to hold his helmet and take the opportunity to pull out a marker from your pocket, discreetly scribbling on the plastic shell before handing the object to your boyfriend.

The race goes incredibly well, and Yuki finishes in the points, creating euphoria in the garage. When your boyfriend gets out of the car, his first instinct is to take off his helmet and steal a kiss from you as you laugh.

"What's making you laugh?" Yuki asks, looking at you fondly.

"I put a little encouragement on your helmet, and it looks like it worked," you whisper, pointing to the three hastily written words. I love you.

Yuki is naturally shy, yes. Yet, the kiss he gives you after your revelation is the only confirmation you needed.

Max Verstappen

He says it first.

It's been ten days since Max flew several hours away from you for his next race, suggesting you stay at his place until his return. The initial idea was for you to look after his cats, but the driver would never admit that what he wanted above all else was for you to put your intoxicating scent all over his sheets... Creating a sense of domesticity that he wasn't so sure you were ready for yet.

Keys turn in the lock, and Max appears at the end of the hallway, suitcase in hand. It's safe to say that he didn't expect to find you curled up on the couch, asleep, his two cats nestled in your arms.

The sight is enough to make him want to call your landlord and tell them you' won't be needing your apartment anymore. To give you the keys to his place, and never take them back. But for now, abandoning his suitcase in the hallway, Max sits on the couch gently, making sure not to wake you before softly stroking your hair. You whine softly in your sleep, opening an eye.

"You're back," you mumble weakly.

"I am, and it looks like nobody missed me that much," Max says, pretending to be hurt.

"What?" you say, sitting up. "I missed you! Every day!"

"And yet, you wasted no time replacing me," your boyfriend laughs, petting his sleepy cats.

"I had to adapt," you reply with a smirk. "They confessed before you. There was nothing I could do."

"Do you want me to confess?" Max says, bending over to press a soft kiss to your lips, making your heart flutter. "You have my love. All of it."

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toruslvt · 2 days

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I was wondering if you could make your agegap jing yuan drabble female reader as well, thank you!

AGE GAP ft Jing Yuan

⋆ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 cw. f!reader, Jing Yuan is in his 40's n reader around 20's, size difference.

OFC LOVEEE. this was so easy to edit lmao. this post has a male version in this event → masterlist

it was such a foreign emotion for Jing yuan to have fallen so fucking hard for someone younger such as yourself.

was it embarrassment? perhaps, but was he embarrassed of you? never, of what would people say? not in the slightest, embarrassed that you might not want to date an old man like himself, to make a fool of himself in his constant attempts to ask you out with a bouquet of flowers and his casual, confident stride towards the antique shop where you worked at Aurum Alley.

he couldn’t help and sit constantly at a nearby table and just watch you interact with customers, have you always looked so pretty in those loose clothes of yours?

but Jing yuan is not a man to get nervous often, not to say never, but the moment you gave him a look and a smile spread through your face, he knew he was fucked.

and that’s how you find yourself pinned underneath his strong, muscular and incredibly huge body, a couple dates and you feel for his old man charm, for the crinkles in his eyes and how knowledgeable he was... and sexy too.

“mmm, relax, baby, you’re tightening up so much” he groans, with his hair thickling on your collarbones from where he plants pecks on your neck, two fingers buried knuckle deep in your quivering pussy, prepping you hopefully enough to take the gigantic cock that occasionally slapped your thigh wetly.

a gritted whimper comes out of your mouth the second Jing yuan’s large hand comes to grasp your soft tit, squeezing and massaging the skin before pinching on the nipple, making you shudder at the way his palm so easily covers your breast.

“good girl” he purrs as you stop squeezing, allowing the older man to easily scissors his fingers inside of you, liking your nipples in the process, “feels much better, right?”

“mhm, yeah—” you croak out, thighs shaking at the multiple stimulation from everywhere, enough to have you cumming in his hand, your translucent juices dripping from his long fingers and onto the sheets, right in time for your brain to focus on the pleasure instead of the uncomfortable stretch Jing yuan’s cock is providing at pressing himself against your entrance.

way too many years of being patient... perhaps he won’t be so this time.

#jing yuan smut #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x reader smut #hsr smut #hsr x reader smut #hsr x reader

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raina-at · 16 hours

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Secret

Bakers, again, and a very direct sequel to this ficlet from last year. It doesn't stand alone quite as well, but keep in mind that in this universe, John was working in an inner-city A+E during the worst of the pandemic, and I think the rest is self-explanatory. (It's also maybe a bit of hubris to explain the premise of this ficlet with a reference to another ficlet, and not the original story, but I'm sort of assuming if you know me it's probably for these two dorks, so here we are ;-))

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One of the things Sherlock loves most about John is that he’s the least sneaky person Sherlock knows. Every time John tries to keep a secret from Sherlock, he’s so transparent about it he might as well be wearing a neon sign.

The thing is, the absolute foundation of their relationship is trust. When Sherlock asked John for more, John took a gigantic leap of faith for Sherlock. John trusted Sherlock not to break his heart, and he trusted Sherlock to stay clean.

In return, Sherlock trusts John unconditionally. He can’t imagine John hurting him. It just wouldn’t happen. He trusted John every time he came home late from the hospital, and he trusted him every time he lost his temper and went out for a walk to cool off. He knows, for a stone cold fact, that John would never hurt him, never betray him. The one time Mycroft offered to have John surveilled, Sherlock laughed in his face and told his brother to grow the fuck up. Mycroft was noticeably taken aback by this, and asked how Sherlock could be so sure.

Sherlock still remembers this day, because he finally realised that in this one area of life, he knows so much more than his formerly all-knowing big brother. He looked long and hard at Mycroft and said, “That’s what trust is.”

Mycroft never mentioned the subject again.

So. Sherlock trusts John absolutely. That’s why Sherlock never tries to find out what secrets John is keeping, because they mostly turn out to be surprises for Sherlock. And Sherlock might be a certified arsehole—at least if you believe his YouTube comment section—but he’s not going to ruin the joy John takes in surprising him by calling him on the bad sneaking around.

All that having been said, this time, Sherlock is a tiny bit worried. Mostly because John seems to be. John is being incredibly obvious again, clicking away tabs and hiding things under pillows when Sherlock enters the room, having quiet phone conversations he takes to other rooms, even skiving off work one day, to apparently—judging from the dirt on his shoes and the rain on his jacket— traipsing around the countryside somewhere. Normally all this sneaking around would be accompanied by sly grins and sparkling eyes, but this time, he catches John looking at him worriedly. John’s also having trouble sleeping, and when he’s very tired he rubs his hand over the leg that bothers him every time he’s stressed.

Conclusion: Whatever John is doing, he’s worried about Sherlock’s reaction when he finds out.

Sherlock debates whether he should say something, but in the end he decides against it. Whatever John is up to, he’s apparently working his way up to telling Sherlock, and Sherlock will just have to be patient.

Not his best discipline, it has to be said. But since he can’t imagine anything he wouldn’t do for John if asked, and he can’t imagine John asking something of him he wouldn’t be willing to give, he says nothing, and waits.

Thankfully, John doesn’t keep him waiting for long.

It’s about a month after the whole sneaky business started. It’s Saturday and sunny outside when John asks, trying and failing to be casual, “Any plans for the day?”

Sherlock looks up from the accounts spreadsheets he was pretending to peruse and gives John a look over the rim of the glasses he reluctantly wears now. “Are you finally ready?” he asks, knowing John will understand.

John rubs a hand over his thigh, a classic nervous tell. “I think so. Yes.”

“Show me,” Sherlock says. “Show me now.”

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The house is beautiful.

Sherlock stands outside in the generous garden and breathes in the smell of green and rain and the ocean.

The house is a quaint brick cottage, with a generous sitting room and library downstairs, and two bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs. It’s situated a five minutes’ walk from the train station. Trains go to London every half hour, transit takes forty-five minutes to Waterloo. The village is small but thriving. The sea is an easy five-minute walk away.

It’s idyllic. Peaceful.

And it has a tiny, dark, pokey kitchen. The oven is small and barely usable. There’s no room for his equipment, for his ingredients.

“Hey,” John’s arms come around him from behind.

Sherlock leans back into him and says nothing. He doesn’t want to disappoint John, but he can’t live here.

“Want to see the barn?” John asks, and there’s a great deal of amusement in his voice.

Before Sherlock can answer, John takes his hand and drags him to the barn. He opens the door and presents the inside to Sherlock with a knowing grin.

Sherlock gapes as he steps inside. The entire barn has been transformed into a professional kitchen. Ovens, walk-in fridge, gleaming work surfaces. Large windows let in a lot of natural light. Wooden countertops, lovely light fittings.

“The house belongs to the owner of the local bakery,” John says from behind him, watching with a fond smile as Sherlock runs his fingers over the gleaming surfaces, the shelves, the ovens. “She used the barn as a kitchen, since the bakery is so small. It’s pretty much just a storefront. If you want to, we can look at it later. It’s also for sale.”

Sherlock looks up from inspecting the oven. “Is it now.”

John swallows, looking nervous again. “Mike runs a primary care centre in Brighton. They have an opening. I could commute from London, of course, no problem, but I thought, maybe…” he trails off.

Sherlock looks around the kitchen. A purchase of this size would mean selling 221B as well as the bakery. He bought out Amit’s daughters when he died, so the property is his to do with as he pleases. It’s doable. Easily. It’s also a huge step he’s not in the least considered before.

But then his brain fully catches up to the implications of what John is saying. “You’re quitting,” he whispers. “You’re quitting the hospital.”

John looks down, a bit embarrassed, and shrugs. “Seemed like the thing to do.” He looks up at Sherlock again, who’s staring at him in shock. “You said I could do what I wanted, remember? Well, this is what I want. If you want it too, that is. I know it’s a lot to ask. Not trying to force you into—”

“Shut the fuck up right this second,” Sherlock breathes, then walks over and pulls John into a searing kiss. “Do you know,” Sherlock mutters between increasingly frantic kisses, “what I would do to get you out of that fucking hospital?”

John lets himself be kissed for a few moments, then draws back. “But your bakery—”

“I’m the bakery. I can bake anywhere. You know that the channel makes more money than the bakery does, anyway. I could close up today and be financially better off.”

“But you love it,” John whispers, running his thumb tenderly over Sherlock’s cheekbone. “This isn’t an either or, you know. I’m quitting either way. We can stay in London and I can commute.”

“And run yourself into the ground like you’ve done the last three years?” Sherlock shakes his head. “I don’t think so.”

“It’s a lot to ask,” John says quietly.

“Listen to me,” Sherlock says, taking John’s face in his hands to ensure John is looking at him. He needs to make John see that this is the very definition of a no-brainer, and in fact one of the easiest decisions of Sherlock's life. “I love the bakery. And I love London, and 221B, but I love you so much more, it’s not even remotely a fair comparison. You’ve always supported me. I think now it’s my turn. Will you let me do this for you? Please?”

“Well,” John says softly, giving him a small smile. “If you insist.”

“I do,” Sherlock says, kissing John’s forehead gently. “Also, you found me a house with the most beautiful kitchen in the world, and if you think for one second that you’re getting out of this now, then you’re certifiably insane.”

John laughs and sags into Sherlock, obviously relieved. “I haven’t even gotten around to showing you the beehives,” he murmurs into Sherlock’s shirt.

Sherlock smiles into John’s hair. “When do we move in?”

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Tags under the cut as always, please let me know if you want to be tagged or untagged. Also, I hope it's not bothering anyone that I'm doing so many ficlets where you kind of need prior knowledge of some of my work. I'm always trying to make them as stand-alone-y as possible.

@dapetty @calaisreno @totallysilvergirl @jrow @peanitbear @jolieblack @meetinginsamarra @helloliriels @keirgreeneyes @lisbeth-kk @friday411 @givemesherbet-blog-blog @salmonsown @weeesi @thalialunacy @thegildedbee

#johnlock #bbc sherlock #my fic #mayprompts2024 #may prompts 2024 #bakers with benefits #secret

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gl4zelily · 1 day

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I KNEW YOU DIDN’T HATE ME.

the second part of he thinks you’re dead. requested by @lunaizhere !

word count : 1018

genre : fluff! bit of angst if you squint

pairing : alhaitham x reader

warnings : reader swears like twice, mentions of drinking, one suicide joke, kaveh’s intense match making skills (poor guy has suffered long enough)

i love you.

the second those three words left his mouth you froze, and, despite being intoxicated beyond measure, he picked up on it. pulling back from your embrace, he stared down at your face, searching desperately for any indication of how you felt towards him. your blank face, however contrary to the explosion of emotions whirring inside of you, told him all he needed to know.

kaveh seemed to have a sixth sense. for what, you didn’t know, but he always seemed to show up at just the right times, bursting in through the tavern with the declaration of “y/n’s back!”

you thanked all the archons at his timing, snapping out of your trance and pushing alhaitham into his arms.

“um, take care of him, please?”

kaveh took one look at your face and the state of alhaitham, and, being the smart man he is, took him without complaint, leaving you alone with your thoughts in the tavern. an accurate way to sum these up would simply be ‘what the fuck’.

years upon years had you regularly combatted his condescending comments and grumbles of annoyance with cheeky comebacks and toothy grins, continuously calling him “‘haitham” which would always result in him (gently) hitting you over the head in irritation (with you always managing to miss the red tinge upon the tips of his ears as the nickname left your mouth). his three words echoed around your mind.

i love you.

did he mean it? he was drunk. so, so, incredibly drunk. i mean, when someone’s that drunk, is it really them speaking? after all, the alhaitham you knew would have never collapsed into your arms, silently shaking.

another phrase came into the mix. drunk words are sober thoughts.

the next morning, alhaitham awoke with a start, a sharp pain searing through his head. the smell of coffee invaded his senses as kaveh walked into the room with two mugs, a somewhat smug look settled across his face.

“do you have any recollection of last night?”

the words triggered a dam to burst in alhaitham’s mind, memories of the previous night flooding in and, of course, the dreaded three words. he frustratedly ran his hands through his hair.

kaveh was not stupid. he knows alhaitham better than most and knew that his extra-harsh tone towards you was to compensate for the fact that he cared about you, no matter what he argued. he was also not blind, and could see the glimmer of adoration beneath your eyes, and the soft undertone of your teasing. kaveh had also, conveniently, decided to invite you over under the premise of talking through the previous night’s events with you, with the promise of “alhaitham’s not home”. he was determined. he had had it with the denial on both of your behalves and he only had to give the final push, drunk alhaitham deserved quite a bit of credit, even if he had no idea what he was doing.

you knocked softly on the door and were quickly met with a smile from kaveh. he seemed.. relieved? he invited you in before a look of ‘realisation’ spread across his face.

“i’ve just got to hand in my latest draft. i’ll be back soon.” kaveh silently congratulated himself on his acting skills. incredible, if he did say so himself.

you were perplexed as to why he invited you if he had the intention to leave, but you brushed it off and set about the kitchen to make some tea, nearly knocking over a haphazardly-placed jar in the process. a familiar voice in the next room groans “keep it down, kaveh”.

alhaitham.

you silently made your way over to the front door, twisting the door handle, only to discover that kaveh had ever-so-kindly locked you both in. “bastard” you thought to yourself. “how cliché.” you could hear steps from the next room getting closer to you. you contemplated climbing out of the windows for a moment, or even attempting to kick down the door. he was about five seconds away from seeing you standing in the middle of his kitchen. you heavily debated killing yourself, to avoid the awkwardness, before-

“oh.”

oh. that’s all he had to say? although, in fairness, you hadn’t exactly said anything either. you just looked at him, void of expression, which is arguably worse.

“what are you doing in my kitchen?”

right. you searched your mind for anything that would explain the situation without making it awkward, but your mouth seemed to work faster than your brain and replied with “kaveh told me you weren’t home and then he locked me in here.”

silence. it was almost painfully awkward at this point, but you knew kaveh, and it was almost guaranteed that he wouldn’t come back until it was assured that one of you just told the truth. it’s best to bite the bullet, right? and you wanted answers too.

“did you mean it?”

alhaitham’s features changed into an undecipherable emotion. love? hate? embarrassment? his stoic features were near impossible to decrypt.

“what you said last night, did you mean it?” you repeated, firmer and with more confidence.

you had trapped him into a corner. if he lied, he would never know if you felt the same way. but if he confessed, he faced rejection. what was worse? but alhaitham was a knowledge-seeker, a member of the akademiya that perhaps best demonstrated this trait. besides, you surely wouldn’t be here if you thought it was a lie, would you?

“and if i did?” a hint of his cocky attitude returned to his words. (anxiety was gnawing at his insides, desperate to know if you felt the same way, but he could never let that show).

fireworks set off in your mind, heart, and soul, before giving him solace with your reply.

“i love you too, ‘haitham.” you had barely uttered the sentence before your lips were captured by his in an uncharacteristically soft kiss, although what had he done in the past 24 hours that played along with the alhaitham you were used to.

“i knew you didn’t hate me”

a/n :

please request fics or drabbles or headcanons,,, literally anything

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aclairvoyant · 2 days

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red vs blue was queerbaiting us.

no, seriously. let's talk about it.

roosterteeth, as a company, prided themselves on always doing better and making strides, especially in their later years. they made a big deal about having canon queer characters in their series, particularly in rwby. i'm in no way saying they never cared about queer stories/characters, because they had a lot of queer people working on multiple series over the years, but this time i'm specifically talking about how queer characters, stories, and relationships were used to bait audiences for red vs blue.

yes, i'm talking about grif and simmons.

i'm aware that not every instance of two characters being close constitutes attraction, and i'm also aware that despite there being a lot of gay jokes at the expense of these two, that doesn't actually make them gay.

however.

everything that started as jokes was gradually evolved into a deep, genuine relationship between these two. the opening line, what was originally a throwaway gag, became the most quotable line because of how it permeates the show. "do you ever wonder why we're here?" / "it's one of life's great mysteries." becomes how grif and simmons connect with both each other and the audience, and it's incredibly rare that any other characters have this specific call and response. the ultimate payoff comes in the finale, where simmons asks, "did you ever figure out why we were here?"

from the very beginning, these two are an established pair, complimentary to each other's characters and very rarely without the other.

gags about them acting like an old married couple and calling them gay evolved into full-on, genuine bonds between them, break-ups and subsequent reunions where a character jokes about waiting to see them kiss, them literally having sex in a closet and being too embarrassed to talk about it, and grif asking simmons to run away with him in the finale.

simmons discharged him (which in the context of the show, is quite possibly the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for grif) and the first thing grif thought of was simmons coming home with him.

about that finale:

WHY DID THEY SEPARATE GRIF AND SIMMONS.

the duo established in the FIRST SCENE of the entire show ends with grif going back to earth and simmons staying in blood gulch?? alone???? this genuinely upset me. they are a pair. do not separate. simmons, who was so torn up after grif voluntarily leaving that he talked about it for weeks to anyone who would listen. grif, who regretted leaving so bad he went full castaway and was willing to team up with locus just to get back to simmmons specifically.

roosterteeth specifically played into the relationship between these two and knew damn well what they were doing. longing stares. break-ups. emotional reunions. almost confessions. "come with me." the closet scene. sharing rooms everywhere. "do you ever wonder why we're here?" "it's one of life's great mysteries."

thanks for the series and the characters, roosterteeth. it's almost iconic that the one thing that never changed was the fucking queerbait.

#i dont know if this makes any sense. im so genuinely upset about it.#red vs blue #grif #simmons #grimmons #rvb restoration #rvb spoilers #personal

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the-ineffable-dance · 2 days

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In this post, I took a look at the beginning of the Final Fifteen and how Aziraphale's walk back to the bookshop is not the look of an excited or happy angel... instead, it looks like he's upset and desperately making a plan. Whelp, it's time for the next step of the heartbreak that is the Final Fifteen... Aziraphale's dance.

The first thing that happens when Aziraphale enters the bookshop is Nina and Maggie head out from their chat with Crowley. We follow them out, and the camera leaves them and joins the Metatron as he approaches Muriel on the patio reading a book. He checks in on her, and then straightens up, turning around. This gives him the perfect vantage point to stare straight into the bookshop window right at where our angel and demon are talking.

As you can see in the gif above, Aziraphale can see him from where he's standing. Before he even looks at Crowley, he sees the Metatron through the window.

Crowely starts his confession. He doesn't get very far... but really, he doesn't need to. These are two beings who know each other so well they can tell by tone of voice how the other is feeling. And Aziraphale knows just from the tone what Crowley is trying to say. There's a reason that it's taken them 6000 years to say how they feel... it's dangerous. It was never an unnecessary fear on their part, it was a very real and very present danger. And now, Crowley is about to say all the things that Aziraphale wants to hear, and the danger IS STARING AT THEM THROUGH THE WINDOW.

He hasn't even really looked at Crowley yet... heard the tone that Crowley was using, and looking out the window... Yep! Metatron, right there. Note his hands. Up and down. I didn't watch all of Extraordinary Attorney Woo for nothing! Those are "woah woah" hands. Like, stop talking, stop talking, STOP TALKING.

When he finally does look at Crowley, that's not a happy face. Not the face of someone that's finally hearing the confession they've been longing for for millennia. Michael Sheen has given Aziraphale the most endearing heart eyes throughout season 2...

But no heart eyes here? If everything went great with the Metatron and Aziraphale is completely on board with returning to Heaven with Crowley by his side, why in the world would he interrupt this moment? Letting Crowley profess his love would only strengthen Aziraphale's push to stay together. It is "Incredibly good news" after all. No, things did NOT go well with the Metatron, and they are in trouble. And so, Aziraphale is starting to panic. Crowley isn't paying attention to the "shush" hands, or his repeated looks out the window, so the only thing left is to interrupt. Aziraphale's bumbling rush to cut Crowley off feels a lot like "I can't let you continue so you don't incriminate yourself."

SO!! Azi jumps in with his version of his conversation with the Metatron. The "Good News" - "I... (mouth working furiously without sound)... the Metatron..." I don't think it's 'normal Aziraphale stutter' in the moment between those two words. There are plenty of times when Azi gets a little tongue tied when he's too excited (either due to lying OR trying to impress Crowley). But usually when he does that, he looks up and to the left. Instead, this time he makes eye contact with Crowley and does not look away. If you look closely, I'm nearly certain that he mouths the words "We Need Help."

What convinces me of this even more is that Crowley begins to watch him very intently. He's frustrated... certainly! But he doesn't fall into their normal banter. No quips, no growling at being cut off, no gentle arguing. He can absolutely tell from Aziraphale's tone that this is his "Something's Wrong Voice" and instantly listens.

Then the full dance begins. Aziraphale does begin his normal stutter with the wandering hands... he's trying to not say the wrong thing here and make their situation worse while still being convincing that he's going along with what the Metatron wanted.

Crowley tries to play along... until the offer to become an angel again comes up. I don't think that Aziraphale knows just how painful that concept is for Crowley. And with good reason, because I highly doubt that Crowley has been honest with him about it. Aziraphale loves Crowley for ALL that he is, but since he doesn't know how hurtful this will be, he just blunders right into the offer.

Crowley is so hurt? (Offended? Enraged?) by the concept of becoming an angel again, that he can't keep up the dance they've been putting on for the Metatron. In fact, he immediately fires off "And you told him just where he could stick it then." It's not actually a question for Aziraphale... He knows they're being listened to. He's directly telling the Metatron where he can stick it. "We're better than that" = "We're better than YOU (Metatron)"

And we watch the smile fall from Aziraphale's face. IMO, there is no question that Aziraphale suffers from CPTSD. People (and people shaped beings) with CPTSD can have a very hard time when there is a sudden, unexpected emotional response to something they've done or said. He thought they were on the same page, and suddenly Crowley isn't playing along, and he's angry. Furious. And Aziraphale falls back on old habits as he tries to regain his footing... thus, the unfortunate comment of "You're the bad guys." It's a terrible thing to say. And I'm not trying to excuse Azi for saying it... but it was a trauma response to an unexpected situation.

"Tell me you said no!" "If I'm in charge, I can make a difference."

The dance is over... these lines are not for the Metatron's benefit, or anyone else's. This is real. Crowley wants Aziraphale to say no to the Metatron, regardless of the situation. Aziraphale thinks he can only thwart the Metatron/ protect Crowley and the world by going to Heaven.

Ouch my heart! Onward to Crowley's confession (and possibly a post about the prologue to this heartache and the conversation between Azi and Metatrash)

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #good omens meta #the final fifteen #the metatron is listening #poor crowley just can't play along any more #aziraphale loves crowley and will do anything to keep him safe

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My first polyamorous relationship recently came to an end and I'm still reeling from it, I guess I'm wondering if you have any sage wisdom to throw into this whirlwind ?

I started seeing this guy while he was on and off with his life partner of four years, until they broke up for the 'sixth and final time'. We had a talk at this point and clarified that neither of us were looking to fill that primary partner gap for the time being and I was aware he would be healing for a time, but we both stated that we were invested in our relationship, saw it as something good and healthy, and that we wanted to put work in to continue making it as good as possible. Things were really great for almost a month after that and his ex well and truly seemed out of the picture to the both of us.

Then suddenly one day his ex decided she wanted to get back together monogamously (after four years of polyamory) and he immediately informed me that was just - happening.

Our relationship only lasted four months and he loves her and thinks this is the only way to still be able to spend his life with her, and has belief in this choice because she broke off a two year relationship for this, but I feel like this is really terrible. He seemed committed to polyamory as long as I've known him and never mentioned any hopes otherwise, and the decision was made really suddenly. I got incredibly upset with him and cut him out of my life and now I'm in the stage of trying to puzzle over how much of this situation is morally bad on his part and how much is just really unfortunate circumstance? I don't really know how to react to this, just heartbroken and confused! Any words are helpful 😅

First off, that really sucks! I am really sorry you went through that and I hope you have been healing well.

When I first became polyamorous I had this very naive idea in the back of my head that all my future relationships would last forever. I would just keeping adding more partners since nobody had a reason to breakup if cheating and other people wasn't going to break up relationships. Obviously that was foolish! But after those first few polyam breakups I really appreciated the new perspective on breakups I had formed over time. In monogamy, a breakup is almost always seen as a "failure" because the goal was to spend forever together monogamously. For me at least with polyamory it felt easier to see a relationship as "Good for the time when it needed to be and over when it was no longer needed." I became much better at being grateful for the good memories and everything I learned about myself from that relationship without only focusing on the bad of why it didn't work out.

Change is hard. It always is for everyone. But I do feel like with polyamory we are a little more accepting to people and relationships naturally changing over time. That we go through 'eras' in our life and so little in life is actually eternal. I hope you take the good parts of that relationship with you into future relationships and now you are better prepared to handle similar bad aspects of the relationship. I wish you good luck.

#polyamzeal answers #anon ask #breakups

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Berry🫐 Sweet

An Eddie Munson one-shot

TW: I just needed some fluff in my life right now and Eddie as a Dad melts my ❤️ - YoungDad!Eddie- Mentions of Eddie's girlfriend passing during childbirth, other than that just sweet girl Dad Eddie fluff❤️

Eddie -

"Daddy!!"

The sound was music to my ears. This was my favorite part of everyday, picking up my three year old daughter Phoebe from daycare. Every time I walked through that door I got a hero's welcome. She would stop whatever it was that she was doing and run as fast as her tiny legs would carry her, dark curly hair trailing behind her,to jump in my arms and hug me. After working a long day at the shop it was just what I needed.

It had been just Bea and I since day one, since the day that she was born when the powers that be decided to rip the one woman I ever loved away from me. My girlfriend, my life, my world , gone in the blink of an eye, passing due to complications from childbirth. One minute we were rushing to the hospital, both nervous and excited to finally meet our little girl and the next she was gone and I was alone, with a baby I now had to raise myself. I was both devastated and grateful, devastated at the loss of the love of my life, but grateful that I still had a part of her, that I would love and cherish forever.

I had read all the books, prepped myself for sleepless nights, but nothing can fully prepare for parenthood, especially when you're learning to become a dad while still grieving over your loss,but above anything, Phoebe was the reason to carry on. I had to take care of that precious little girl and give her the best life that I could. I loved her so much, she was my everything.

It took a lot of help, my Uncle, my friends and my girlfriend's parents were amazing, watching Bea while I was working, trying to keep the roof of our shitty little apartment over our heads, keep us fed and buy formula and diapers for the baby. We made it work and slowly over time we got into a routine, things got easier, I got more confident in my Dad skills and life pressed on. But one thing never changed, everyday the love I had for my little girl grew more and more. We were growing up together.

She was a good baby, a happy baby, full of giggles and smiles. Every time I would look at her my heart would swell, and I would beam with pride. I helped create this amazing little being.

Even know, as I held her in my arms I was amazed. I'd done something good.Eddie "The Freak" Munson, had created this smart, tiny , incredible human. A sweet little girl whose smile melted my heart, whose giggled turned my insides to mush and whose tears broke my heart. Out of all the things I had fucked up and failed at in the past, the one thing I was good at was being a dad.

My daughter buried her head in my neck." I yub you daddy."

" I love you too my sweet girl. I missed you. Did my busy Bea have a good day?"

"Uh huh. I played wib my friends!"

" That's awesome!" I squeezed her tight then went to her cubby to pick up her pink unicorn backpack and lunch box. Her daycare provider checked in with me letting me know that of course, my little darling was a complete angel today, and then we said goodbye and headed out to my van.

Gone were the days of having a van to carry all my band equipment and shit around, these days I was sporting a minivan. It just fucking made sense. Kids came with a lot of baggage, literally, and you had to lug that shit around. It was either station wagon which was a hard no or the minivan. I chose the latter of the two.

" So my sweet," I smiled as I buckled her securely into her car seat, " What would you like for dinner tonight?"

" Pancakes!"

"Ahh breakfast for dinner, excellent choice m'lady!"

She smiled." Booberry pancakes Daddy!"

Shit. I knew for sure that I didn't have any blueberries at home." We will have to run to the store first babydoll if you want blueberries."

" Uh-huh, my favewet!"

" I know they are your favorite, well let's go get some then!"

"Yay!"

" And some whipped cream so we can draw on faces!"

"Yay! And 'nanas?"

" Yeah we will get some bananas too."

"Yeah!"

" Well let's get going my little monster!" I watched as she stuck two fingers up behind her head and stuck out her tongue. I laughed and did the same. We both made monster noises. It was our thing, we were the Munson Monsters. I tickled her tummy and she giggled then I closed the door and we were on our way.

*******************************************"Let's stop and get a shopping cart?"

" No daddy, I walk."

" Are you sure? You don't want me to push you Princess?"

" No Daddy, I walk!" She looked up at me with her big brown eyes and smiled. My smart , strong willed, independent little girl. I grabbed a basket and took her hand.

" Ok, let's go get your blueberries-"

" And 'nanas!"

" You got it Ms. Bea!" I walked slowly towards the produce department, knowing that her little legs could only go so fast. I picked a perfect bunch of bananas then we made out way over to the berries.

" I pick em?"

" Yeah you can pick them. Want me to lift you up so you can see better?"

"Yes pweese."

Adorable and good manners. I smiled , setting down the basket and picking her up. I watched her face as she looked over the containers, contemplating which one to pick.

" I know, it's a hard decision isn't it?" A woman's voice said from beside us.

We both turned our attention to her and when our eyes met my breath caught in my throat. She was beautiful.

" Are blueberries your favorite?" She asked Bea, smiling. Her smile was warm and sweet.

" I lub booberries!"

" Me too, they are my favorite. " We watched as she picked a container looked it over and put it in her basket.

Phoebe did the same, small hands grabbing a container, then she looked it over like the woman had and held onto it.

" Do you wanna put them in the basket sweet girl?" I asked.

" No, I hold Daddy."

"Ok then."

" She is adorable." The woman grinned." She looks just like you."

" Are you saying I'm adorable too?" I joked. Real fucking smooth Munson, real fucking smooth. It's obvious that I have been out of the game for a while now. I'm so fucking lame.

She laughed," Maybe. I don't typically make a habit of telling men at the grocery store how attractive they are, there are a lot of creepers out there, but you give off a zero creepy vibe. And you are so sweet with your daughter."

I beamed." Shes my world."

As if on cue my daughter kissed my cheek. Perfect timing.

The woman sighed then turned to Phoebe."What are you making with your blueberries? I'm making muffins."

" Pancakes with smiles! Daddy, we make muffins too?" Her little eyebrows went up.

" I can try little darlin, but I make no guarantees as to how good they will be."

"Daddy make them good." She said nodding her head with a confidence in me that I wish I had in myself. I was shit in the kitchen, made enough homemade dishes to get by but definitely wasn't above dino nuggets and tater tots, some frozen veggies and fresh fruit to try to round things out.

" I bet they will be yummy." The woman said and I watched as my daughter smiled at her, she could be shy sometimes but really seemed to like her." Well I will let you get back to shopping, you have to get home and make some pancakes! " She smiled and gave us a little wave.

I noticed at that time that she didn't have a ring on her finger." It uh, was nice chatting with you, see you around." I smiled and thought about asking her her name, and maybe her number. We hit it off right? Bea liked her. But I chickened out.

" Nice chatting with you too. Good luck with the muffins."

" Thanks." I watched as she walked away. She had a nice ass too. Jesus, it has been so long....

" Daddy, I get down!"

I snapped out of my daze and put my girl down, taking her hand and grabbing my basket." Let's get the whipped cream and get out of here Doll!"

We made our way through the store picking up a few more things along the way, apple juice, eggs and baking supplies, like I even had a clue what muffins were made from, then we trudged to the registers. That is when disaster struck.

Phoebe stepped on her loose shoelace, shit, I knew I should have double knotted those fuckers, and fell ,dropping the blueberries she was so proud of picking out. I was able to catch her before she hit the ground but unfortunately the berries were not so lucky. The container hit the ground and popped open, sending blueberries scattering everywhere.

Bea looked up at me upset, tears pooling in her big chocolate eyes, bottom lip starting to quiver. It killed me to see her cry.

" Don't cry babygirl, it's not a big deal." I scooped her up and watched a teardrop roll down her chubby cheek, I gave her a big hug." It's ok-"

" But Daddy, the pancakes!"

I brushed the drops from her cheeks," I promise it's going to be alright," I knelt down with Bea in my arms and tried to pick up some of the mess... goddamn, that was a lot of berries...

I saw another hand reach out grabbing a handful of the soiled fruit and I looked up. It was her, the pretty woman from earlier.

" Thank you, so much." I gave her a thankful smile.

" You are so welcome." She flashed me an amazing smile.

Bea sniffed back tears." I broke em Daddy."

I kissed her on the top of her head." Honey, it was an accident-"

" I can take care of this." A store employee said joining in the pickup.

" I'm real sorry." I apologized.

" No worries." The teenage boy took over cleanup and we carefully stepped out of the way.

The woman walked up to Bea." Those blueberries just went on a little adventure, that's all."

My little girl wiped her cheek with the back of her hand, the corner of her mouth quirked up."An adventure?"

" I bet they have seen more of this store than any other blueberries have." She smiled and reached into her basket, pulling out her plastic container." Why don't you take these? They aren't as nice as the one you picked out but-"

"Oh we couldn't take your berries-" I spoke up. "Your muffins."

She laughed. " I insist. It is much easier for me to go grab another one than it is for you. You have your hands full Dad." She placed them in my basket.

Bea gasped." Thank you!"

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely! You can repay me by making some muffins for your little girl-"

" Phoebe. Bea for short."

" Phoebe! What a pretty name for a pretty little girl!"

Bea grinned at the compliment." I Bea, he's Daddy."

" Does Daddy have a name?"

" Eddie, I'm Eddie. And your name?"

"Y/N. It is nice to officially meet you guys."

God was she pretty." Thank you again for your help, and the berries."

" It was my pleasure. Maybe I will see you around?"

She was so sweet, I wanted to repay her." I uh, don't typically make it a habit, asking beautiful women out to coffee at the grocery store, but I would like to repay you for your kindness, I mean I totally understand if you say no, I mean we have only just met, I know it's kind of forward -"

She laughed." I would love to have a coffee with you sometime Eddie."

Holy fucking shit!"Really?" I said incredulously.

" Yes really." She reached into her purse and pulled out a piece of paper and wrote down her number. It had been so long since I got a number...." Call me and we will find a time that works. I'm sure your a busy man, I'm flexible. You could even bring Miss Bea along if you liked."

My eyes widened." You wouldn't mind?"

" Not at all. We could meet at the cafe around the corner from here. They have yummy donuts-"

"Donuts Daddy!"

I smirked" You said the magic word, she loves donuts."

" Same girl, same. Seriously though, call me." She smiled.

" I will." I put the paper in my pocket." Thank you again."

"Your welcome, again. It was so nice to meet you Eddie. I hope you guys have a wonderful night, enjoy your pancakes!"

"Goodnight!" Bea waved, grinning, little dimples in her cheeks.

" Bye!"

We both watched as she walked back towards the produce department. My heart raced. I was going on a coffee date with a gorgeous women. Holy shit. After all these years.

We finally made it through the check out, out to the car and home, the whole time I was reeling over the whole incident. Maybe it was fate?

I made the blueberry pancakes with faces as promised then we ran around outside in the yard, burning off some of the sugar we ate until it was time for bath and bedtime.

We both slept like babies that night. The next day I called Y/N and set up a date. A week later while on our coffee date, we set up a dinner date, then a movie date, then eventually a romantic weekend away date and then a year later a wedding date. I proposed by writing out out "Will you marry me? " In whipped cream on blueberry pancakes. It seemed fitting, considering that was what has ultimately brought us together. Whenever anyone would ask her how I proposed she would smile and tell them that I did it " Berry sweetly."

Thank you for reading ❤️ Please comment and re-blog❤️

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#eddie munson #dad!eddie munson #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson fluff #littleblogsmatter #leeleiwrites

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"If I buy a car, will you take me on late night drives?" - Part 2

Jake Sim x Fem!Reader. Where 2 neighbors befriend one another because of his dog, and she doesn't have any friends.

Part 1.

TW: LOTS of fluff, Isolation(?), mentions of being a lone(r), mentions of parent death

You were very odd indeed. It’s not like anything was really wrong about you, just social cues and norms weren’t your expertise and so you avoided it as much as you could. Growing up, your parents sheltered you. You remember how your mother would brush your hair at her vanity and express her unconditional love for you. How you were her precious doll and she needed to protect you at all costs. Your father loved to paint with you, every time you had painting lessons or piano lessons he would sneak in and join you, praising how his little Princess was doing so well. They were all you needed in life. When you told Jake this you avoided his eyes and he could see the tears start to spring in the corner of your eyes. He never pushed you.

He learned you were 2 years older than him and you actually went to school and graduated with a Master’s in Architecture. He was always shocked when you mentioned little facts here and there, especially your age as you seemed to be like this lost child, always curious and not aware of the dangers of the world. He had built this incredible sense of wanting to protect you always, and longing. It had been 7 months now and he was feeling himself fall deeper and deeper every time you were around. He just didn’t know how to break that barrier he knew you put up.

“Do you have any other dreams?” he asked you. The two of you were sitting next to each other drinking beer on your balcony. It was late at night and the moment Jake got home he ran straight to you wanting to just soak in your existence.

“Hmm, yes. I have them here, hold on!” You quickly got up and ran inside, he watched as you scurried around looking in a drawer before finding a small journal. It looked extremely worn out so he figured it must be pretty old.

“My dad gave this to me on my 10th birthday, it was right before they got in their accident. He told me it was a dream journal and I’ve been writing in it since,” you held it out to him and he took it from you opening the first page.

Sell my first painting.

On this very day October 23, 2017 I sold my first ever painting to Keith Boulder. Mom and dads longtime partner. Thank you, Keith!

Move out of the Estate.

On this day January 1, 2018 I am moving out of the Estate. Jonah said it would be good for me and he helped me make arrangements to leave. I’m going to miss everyone but I can’t stay here anymore. Everyday I’m reminded of them and I need to get out before I drive myself mad with grief. Here’s to the next…

Play Bingo at a Casino.

Get my license.

I realized something: I hate driving!

Own a pet snake.

I got a snake. It somehow escaped. Don’t know where it went. Lesson learned: don’t get a snake.

Touch a cloud.

Make a new friend.

Her name is Layla. And Jake.

Have my first kiss.

Go to Paris.

Paris is a lot dirtier than I thought it was going to be, the people are pretty mean too. Was a bit disappointed but the Countryside was beautiful and next time I’ll just spend my time there.

Fall in love before it’s too late.

‘Fall in love before it’s too late’. Jake looked over at you and saw you looking out into the City. He could easily check this off for himself, but this was your dream and he hoped he could fulfill it someday just like he did with some of your others.

“You lost a snake in your apartment?” he asked.

“Yeah, it just went poof! Gone,” you shrugged.

“How?” he raised an eyebrow, suddenly looking around scared the snake would show up now and attack him. That’s just his luck.

“I don’t know. It’s been like 3 years, I never see mice or rats around the place so I assume it’s doing well just…being a snake, I guess,” you said.

“You guess? You mean to tell me it could still be alive in this building?” He couldn’t believe it.

“Hey, the risk you made when moving in,” you shrugged it off.

“Yes, a very strange neighbor and her lost snake was something they must have forgotten to mention,” he said, making you laugh.

“You are very much welcome!” You smiled, finishing off your beer and taking his and drinking his as well.

“And she takes my things!” He liked to joke, you always laughed at his jokes and it was better than seeing you cry so he wanted to make you laugh as much as possible.

“Hello??? JAKE!!!!” Suddenly the two of you turned and looked towards your door. You both could hear banging and his name being called by voices you never heard.

“Oh, shit!” Jake quickly got up and walked out into the hall, you soon followed suit.

“Ah, there you are!” One of the men said.

“You lived there? And we have been banging on this stranger's door! Oh I’m so sorry to whoever lives there,” one of the other’s said.

“What are you guys doing here?” Jake asked, suddenly opening his door for them to go inside.

“We wanted to surprise you, wait, so you do live here?” The other said.

“Oh! Are you Y/N?” One of the guys pointed at you, realizing you were present.

“Oh, so you DO exist, we were starting to think Jake was seeing things,” the other jokes.

“No, you’re seeing things. I don’t exist,” you played along giving them a sly smile.

“Guys, this is Y/N, and Y/N this is Sunghoon, Jay, and Heeseung,” Jake introduced.

“Jake talks about you all the time,” Jay said.

“He literally doesn’t shut up about you,” Sunghoon chimed in.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. Don’t mind them, they can be annoying,” Heeseung came over and held his hand out for you to shake. You gave him a fist bump instead, causing a bit of confusion.

“You can’t just show up unannounced, next time call or something,” Jake said as everyone ushered into his apartment. Layla was with you the whole time and you silently took a seat on his couch just watching Jake and his friends.

They began rummaging through his kitchen looking for things. They brought things to make dinner and Jay looked like he knew what he was doing so you trusted him for now. Jake almost forgot and looked around suddenly before spotting you on the couch. He gave you an apologetic smile and you smiled assuring him it was okay. He really did not want his friends scaring you off.

“So, Y/N, how’s our boy Jake over here? Is he treating you right?” Jay asked and Jake mentally face palmed.

“Oh no. He can be quite annoying sometimes, like for instance he doesn’t leave me alone,” You started off and Jake’s eyes got wide.

“Hey! I can say the same to you, Missy! You literally wake me up sometimes so I can drive you around, guys she doesn’t drive so I have to drive her,” Jake defended.

“Yeah, but you promised me you would and so you have to no matter what,” You said back.

“You’re just as clingy as I am! Guys yesterday I was in the shower and she literally just came in without a hi or hello! Just barged in while I was taking a shower. Who does that?” Jake said.

“I told you I just found out Betty White died and I was grieving!” You defended.

“She died years ago!” Jake spoke up.

“Wow, you two are cute!” Heeseung said.

“Are you sure they’re not married?” Sunghoon whispered to his friends.

“Mhm, tell me more, Y/N, how he is! Love to hear it,” Jay nodded as he was chopping up some vegetables.

“What else is there? Jake is my best friend,” you shrugged and Jake immediately got soft. “He doesn’t leave me alone but I like it. I got to him because I want to be around him. He brings me food and paints with me, he drives me around because he knows I don’t like to drive. I know I am not that easy to get along with and I’m very weird. I don’t know how to talk to people and he doesn’t judge me. He’s always nice to me and makes me laugh. He eats meals with me and lets me play with his dog. When he has a hard day he doesn’t complain and still comes and hangs out with me. What else is there to say other than he’s the best person in this whole world.”

It got quiet and everyone suddenly stopped what they were doing and looked between you and Jake. Your eyes were on Layla as you petted her and Jake’s eyes were on you, soft and full of love. He suddenly walked over to you and grabbed your hand and started walking out, “Be right back!” walking you two across to your apartment.

“Did I overstep? Sorry, I just-” You began to say but Jake cut you off.

“No, no you didn’t. I’ve had feelings for you for a while now, Y/N, I’ve been completely head over heels and I had been so afraid to tell you,” he started to say and your heart skipped a beat.

“You have?” you whispered.

“Yes, yes. I wasn’t sure about you and your feelings but now I am, you like me too,” he said.

“I do? How do you know?” you asked.

“I didn’t until a minute ago, but now I’m sure you feel this spark too,” Jake said. “Let me in. Let me love you.”

“Okay,” and that was all Jake needed before crashing his lips to yours. The kiss was soft and sweet, Jake didn’t want to be overwhelming but it took everything in him to hold himself back. You kissed him back and he kissed you with passion hoping you could feel his emotion. You began to giggle and he pulled back, putting some of your hair behind your ear.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“You made another one of my dreams come true,” you said.

“Oh, love, I plan to make many more of them come true for you.”

#kpop multistan #enhypen scenarios #kpop writers #enhypen #kpop fanfic #sim jaeyun #jake sim #jake drabble

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