#'they did not date they were just friends' yes

[sometimesanalice]

Ollie! 💖🫶🏼

I am over the moon that you enjoyed this! There's nothing more that I love than some flirty banter and a meet cute!

more for you friend!

oh my GOD!!! i cannot tell you how much i loved this!! one of the sweetest stories i've ever read!! so much more to say but sorta spoilers?! also the details, and the buildup?? so amazing. i could picture everything so clearly! truly a beautiful story!

first off let me say i was so scared bradley was the one who stood her up! so evil! (it was amazing thank you!)-- there's nothing I enjoy more than a sneaky little twist, lol. It was a surprise to me too, because I had started this fic last year and had written like 500 words of it half delirious before I tested for COVID, lmao. And I was down for the count for the rest of the month and then put this little fic to the wip graveyard, and forgot about it until this January! And when I opened the doc to read it, I was like "that was so cheeky of me to do that"! Haha! (but also that man would neverrrrrr. his mom raised him right!)

"And let a dress like that go to waste? Now that would be a shame." i would fold immediately i fear-- he is well and truly doing the absolute most here, and means every word of it!

"Because if I'm being honest, if that asshole had actually shown up, I don't know if I would have played fair." the italicized oh was so necessary after this because oh! im BLUSHING!-- the italicized oh agenda for the win! how can two little letters pack so much punch?! and can be so lethal when used in just the right spot, lmao! when I was drafting this, I think I had thoughts of it being a Bradley POV when I was first marinating on it, and then when I started it, her POV just came more naturally? (i noodled on a dual POV because I did have some tidbits from his, but liked the idea of just seeing him pull out all the stops from her perspective instead). But just know from the moment that jake nudged him to check out the girl in the dress who'd walked in, he was like all focused in on her. those 30 minutes felt like a few hours to him because every time the door opened and she was looking to see who it was, he was watching her to see if her face changed, and not wanting to hope that she'd see the person she was waiting for, but also like hoping he'd be able to make a move. (also if that guy had shown up, and Bradley sensed the first date vibes, you just know he'd have dialed up the Rooster charm of it all to like an 11, lol)

"Because you should know, I would have come over sooner- the second I saw you, actually- if I'd known. That's some dress, sweetheart," i'm gonna say oh again bc OH!-- Bradley 'Rooster (no chill)' Bradshaw everyone! but also in case you're curious, here's the dress I used as a reference, lol.

"Will you stop with the big cow eyes, if I agree?" he really does have big cows, and i bet he uses them to get what he wants so often-- I MEANNNNNNN..... (I know I'd never stand a chance, lmao)

"Yeah, sweetheart, I'll show you my move." i've fainted. i'm swooninh. it reminds me of the big musical number in 10 things i hate about you, i love it.-- i highkey loved that she called him out for having one, because with confident charm like that, there's no way he wouldn't have a big move he'd pull out. it amused me to know end. but yes, we LOVE a man who puts that extroverted energy to good use! I just know teen bradley watched that movie and made NOTES, lol.

I LIKE SHINY THINGS BUT I'D MARRY YOU WITH PAPER RINGS. YES I WOULD BRADLEY!!-- bts fun fact, I almost had her bring of box of conversation hearts (that was also one of the titles I was contemplating too, lol) with her , and she would have swapped him. (but decided against it because I didn't want her to give him that when they were originally for someone else, she ended up on the date she was supposed to be on though). but we adore a crafty man! if anyone was going to do the most and appreciate the extra mile she went, it's him!

i want bradley to help me off a stool! the whole pool scene?? i was giggling, especially when she calls jake malibu ken.-- the way I got paid to read up on tips and tricks for how to play pool, lmaoooo. I spent like 2 hours on reddit and billiards sites for research for that game, cursing myself for making miss ma'am a little pool shark when I know nothing about the game, ahahahhaha! the malibu ken bit absolutely gave me a chuckle, he deserved to get a little roasted with that line.

HE MADE AN ACCOUNT JUST FOR HER??? oh my god i would kill to have a bradley bradshaw in my life!!-- that was a last minute burst of inspiration! it was always going to end with her on the couch watching her favorite movie (and with a heart shaped pizza in the oven-- i ended up trimming the opening a bit, and part of the reason she accepted the original date in the first place is because she didn't want to have the same v-day that she had for the last few year, but now instead of it feeling lonely, it felt hopeful like she was having her own romance movie moment), but then I had a what-if idea that instead of her deleting the app she gets one last message from a certain someone. 🥰 and since he knew what app she was on because he got to snoop on the guy who stood her up, he knew where to start (but also, he's very please when she pops up for him as a compatible match, and happily will share that tidbit with her on their next date!)

¡ loved this so so so so much!!-- 🥰 🥰 🥰 🥰 🥰 🥰

For the Plot

Summary: Things aren't looking too good for you, sitting alone at the Hard Deck waiting for a man who might not show. Until Bradley Bradshaw sits down across from you and turns your entire night upside down.

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Reader

Length: 7.7k

Warnings: fluff, so much flirting, and an italicized oh

Going on a first date on Valentine’s Day is unarguably the worst possible idea that anyone has ever had.And while the sure to be terrible, no good, horribly bad idea hadn’t been yours, you weren’t entirely sure what you were thinking when you’d even agreed to it in the first place.

The guy you were planning to meet tonight was cute enough, even if you were still undecided about the mustache. And while the chats between the two of you had been pretty good as far as it goes getting to know a literal stranger, you were hopeful that it could be even better in person. The fact he was in the Navy was still a bit of a consideration for you, but not a deal breaker.

In retrospect, the name of the bar should have been your first clue and the location paired with the causal beachy exterior covered in planes should have been the second.

You had been expecting to see more than one girl all done up in pinks and reds tonight, but you couldn’t have been more wrong. And you swear to god, somewhere you hear a record scratch as you step into the Hard Deck, because you are surrounded by nothing but a sea of olive green and khaki and denim.

And you have never been so clearly out of place in your entire life.

There was nothing about your ensemble that was even remotely fitting for the literal Navy bar you’d found yourself in.

The ice pink mini slip dress you’d dug out of your closet was admittedly a little much for a first date, but since it was Valentine’s Day you figured why not lean into it a bit. And well, if your date didn’t appreciate it, then that was a him problem.

Or so you’d thought at the time, because now it was a decidedly you problem.

The silhouette was simple enough, with the gentle drape of the cowl neck and the barely-there spaghetti straps, but the shiny sheen of the fabric made a statement of its own. It wasn’t something you got to wear very often for as much as you loved it.

But then you’d gone ahead and paired it with the tallest, most ostentation heels you had. The effort had been worth it though because the pearl encrusted block heels made your legs look like they went on for days. Even if it had been a feat trying to get the dainty buckle done with the way you’d been rushing out of the house with your beaded bag in tow.

The whole look was something you’d sure would come with Cher Horowitz’s seal of approval. However, the patrons of the Hard Deck you were less sure about. And even though there were civilians- like yourself- scattered about the bar, none were anywhere near as dressed up as you.

There are more than a few pairs of eyes on you as you stand there with your feet glued to the uneven wooden floors, as the door with its porthole-shaped window slowly closes behind you with a squeaky creak. The twinkle lights above your head felt more like a spotlight, illuminating how out of place you are in this moment.

Your hand is still clutched on the handle unsure whether you’re going to make a run for it or not. You are more than a little tempted to hightail it back to the parking lot and text your date to claim a bout of food poisoning from the safety of the driver’s seat in your car.

But chances are if your date is here then he has already seen you. A bright beacon of pink amongst varying shades of brown and woodgrain.

“Oh my god,” you mutter under your breath, trying not to panic. Officially a victim of your own bad decision making.

You take a quick scan of the room, trying to decide what your next move should be. There’s a woman behind the bar with kind but clearly inquisitive eyes. A blonde with a wolfish smile eyes you from where he stands next to a man with broad shoulders bent over what must be the pool table, hidden behind the paneled half wall. By a dart board, there are a couple men with their heads turned towards you, the game seemingly forgotten as they discuss the spectacle that is you.

There are hundreds of planes dangling over the bar, patches and plaques littering the walls and rafters, rounders suspended from the ceiling laden with too many ceramic mugs to count. It was all done with a heavy-handed, maximalistic approach that you’d take a moment to appreciate under any other given circumstances.

When you spot an open table tucked away in the corner of the room it feels like life raft to the iceberg of a situation you’ve put yourself in. Mindful of the scuffed, uneven floors- because the last thing you need is to eat shit or twist an ankle in front of room full of curious onlookers- you hustle over to the spot in hopes of having a moment to regroup.  

Once you’re situated- shrugging off the ivory cardigan you’d topped your outfit, trying to keep the nervous sweat that wanted to break out over your body at bay- you pull out your phone and check the time only to realize you’re devastatingly on time. Five minutes early, to be specific.

So you wait.

And check your phone again and the notifications in the dating app, just in case you missed something.

And wait.

You try to play it cool, skimming posts on Instagram and replying to some overdue texts. Finding anything you can to keep yourself occupied to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach the longer you sit there. Alone.

Now you’re not just simply embarrassed, you’re mortified.

You can still feel the eyes, the energy steadily shifting from curiosity to sympathy over the last thirty minutes you’ve been waiting all alone in the corner of a Navy bar you had no business being in for a man who clearly wasn’t going to show.

So much for doing it for the plot, you think to yourself with a shake of your head.

Another minute ticks by with no message and you decide you’re more than ready to hightail it out of there. Fully aware that you’re about to become a topic of conversation that won’t have to be restricted to only covert glances and muffled whispers. But hopefully, they’ll at least wait until the door closes behind you before the chatter starts up for real.

With a sigh, you reach for your beaded bag, just as a large body slips into the chair across from you, with an ease that is in contrast to the bulk of muscles you catch in your peripheral vision.

“You look like you’re in need of a date,” a warm, raspy voice offers.

It’s the smile that you catch first. Not quite a grin, but something familiar and friendly and charming in the way it crookedly pulled to the left. Followed closely by the rich chocolate brown eyes that were squarely trained on you with a look that was just as earnest as it was playful. But what surprised you the most was the way he was sitting in the stool across from you just as comfortably as if he was supposed to be there all along.

There was no way you could have prepared yourself for the sheer level of attractiveness of this man.

He was in a league of his own with those curls and wide shoulders. The white and olive green stripped crochet shirt he was wearing didn’t hurt either, especially the way the top buttons were undone giving you glimpse of a chain around his neck and the chest underneath it. He didn’t need to be in uniform- or even in a Navy bar- for you to tell he was a military man. Not with the confident way he held himself.

Even if the mustache he was sporting made it feel like the universe was playing tricks on you, but he more than wore it well.

You huff out a self-deprecating laugh. “What gave it away?” you ask. “The way I’ve been watching the door? Or just the general look of regret and embarrassment?”

“Embarrassed? What do you have to be embarrassed about?” His eyebrows pull together, perplexed. He shakes his head like he disagrees with even the suggestion of it. “I think the only person who should be embarrassed is the guy who is missing out on sitting across from you right now.”

You give him a soft smile of your own in return for the cinnamon sweet words. There’s a genuineness in his tone that makes some of the tightness that had settled in your shoulders from the moment you’d walked in release.

“That’s kind of you, but I think I’m going to head out,” you say, nodding to the door you never should have stepped through in the first place.

He gives you a teasing tsk. “And let a dress like that go to waste? Now that would be a shame.”

The appreciative look in his gaze that sets off a swarm of butterflies in your stomach. And then his eyebrow ticks up, just a little. Part invitation, part dare. And you can’t say you’re not intrigued.

There’s a decision to make.

You could leave now and cut your losses. There was a reason you had a back-up pizza in the fridge and had left you well-loved copy of You’ve Got Mail sitting out on your coffee table.

Or you could stick around and see what happens next.

You tilt your head at him, just as teasing. “Would it now?”

“It would,” he states, sincerely.

Before you can reply, your phone lights up with a new notification, pulling you out of the whisky haze you’d found yourself in. 

His eyes dip down to your illuminated screen. “Is that him?”

“It is,” you confirm, almost regretfully. You open the app and skim the message. And then read it again.

There’s no sorry, no apology for cancelling a half an hour after the time for the date that had been his idea in the first place. And then he’d even had the audacity to tack on a cavalier maybe another time at the end.

Unbelievable.

He lets out a low whistle. “That bad, huh?”

“Apparently, I should have been the one to remind him that the fourteenth of February is a calendar holiday and a fan favorite day of the greeting card companies.” It’s so ridiculous you’d laugh if you weren’t so annoyed by the lack of consideration and the not-so-subtle blame he’d tried to shift on you. “Even though I did double check if he was sure about meeting up today, I guess I didn’t realize I actually needed to spell out ‘Valentine’s Day’ for him.”

The man across from you doesn’t bother holding back the less than impressed look on his face. And you decide you like that about him, that he wears his thoughts so openly. It’s refreshing.

“Do you mind if I take a look at his profile?”

You shrug and pass your phone over. You were planning on blocking West the second you had a moment anyways. You see him roll his eyes and guess it has something to do with the amount of shirtless gym selfies.

He snorts as he scrolls, “Please, his mustache has nothing on mine.”

An amused laugh escapes you. “Are we ranking mustaches now? Because if that’s the case, I’m sorry to say that I’d have to give it to Selleck.”

“Fair enough,” he concedes good-naturedly, as he hands you back your phone. “But am I at least a close second?” There’s no mistaking the flirtatious tone in his voice.

You hum and take full advantage of the opportunity to look at him unabashedly, mapping the contours of his face because you can.

To simply call him handsome would be an understatement.

The way the golden light of the sunset is hitting him you catch some sunkissed strands in those soft looking waves of his hair. There’s the beginning of some crinkles around the edges of his eyes. You notice the scars on his face, some that look long healed and others that are still a light pink- like the one on the side of his neck and beneath is ear. And that mustache on him worked for you, one hundred percent.

There’s a playful glint in his eyes as he lets you assess him that leaves no question as to whether or not he’s been flirting with you. You like the way he’s looking at you and the way he’s easily made you forget about being overdressed and how uncomfortable you were even just five minutes ago. You’re having fun. And while you still haven’t answered his question from earlier, you have no doubt that he’d show you a good time if you let him.

“Maybe not a close second, but yours is certainly up there,” you tease.

He grins. “I can work with that.” There’s something about the way he adds on for now that has a spark dancing up along your spine. And then he sticks out his hand, “I’m Bradley.”

It’s a good name. It suits him. It’s one you think you’ll enjoy the way your tongue will curl around the letters of it in your mouth.

When you give him yours in return, he sits up straighter in his seat, like he’s won a small victory.

You don’t doubt that he’s the chivalrous type, the fact that he’s gone out of his way to come over to try and turn this evening around for you says more about him than any dating profile with nonsense questions and overthought answers ever could. But with a man like him, one who’d swoop in to save the night of a stranger because she looks like a damsel in distress, there’s an answer to a question you need to hear first.

“Bradley, this isn’t a pity thing, is it?” You were right, you like the way saying his name feels. You drop your hands into your lap, as you search his eyes. “Because if it is, that’ll make me feel worse than being stood up did.”

The way the words were sitting out and open on the table between the two of you made you feel vulnerable in a way you didn’t like. But you’d rather know now before anything goes further. Doing it for the plot or not, your ego could only take so much bruising in one evening.

He pins you with a look so serious that you feel it down to your toes. “Trust me, this is furthest thing from a ‘pity thing’, as you put it,” Bradley says, his tone slipping down a few gravelly notes. “Because if I’m being honest, if that asshole had actually shown up, I don’t know if I would have played fair.”

Oh.

A thrilling rush of warmth courses through you as your cheeks heat up.

You nod, trying to not look as affected as you feel. “Ok, I believe you.”

“Good,” he smirks, his gaze dropping down and lingering on your lips. You didn’t realize you’d trapped your lower lip between your teeth, you release it immediately. “Because you should know, I would have come over sooner- the second I saw you, actually- if I’d known. That’s some dress, sweetheart,” Bradley continues, “Plus, you’d be doing me a favor.”

You couldn’t help but be curious, so you lean in closer. “Oh, how so?”

Bradley mirrors you, crossing his thick forearms over each other and leans in that much closer. “I haven’t had a Valentine in years,” he says it like he’s letting you in on a secret.

For the first time all night, you don’t regret wearing the dress. You don’t regret the ostentatious shoes or the glimmering beaded bag. You don’t regret walking through that creaky door. You don’t regret showing up tonight.

How could you when you’ve just been served the best plot twist you’ve possibly ever experienced? A meetcute you never could have seen coming.

You realize just how close your faces have gotten and lean back in your seat, from fear of thinking you might do something stupid, like kiss him. “Will you stop with the big cow eyes, if I agree?”

Those crinkles around his eyes deepen, “Good to know they still work, I wasn’t sure if I still had it.”

You press your lips together trying to hide your smile, all too thoroughly charmed, but the corners of your mouth curl up all the same.

“Trust me, you have plenty.”

And Bradley’s own smile gets even wider.

Anyone in the bar can see how pleased with himself he is at your words. It rolls off of him in steady waves and swirls around your shins and ankles.

He makes a show of settling further into his seat, now that it is officially his seat. “What’re we thinking? One milkshake, two straws?”

You play along and pretend to ponder the offer for a moment. “That seems more like a second date type of activity, does it not?”

“You’re right, something to look forward to for next time,” he responds, not missing a beat. “So, can I buy you a drink?”

“I’ll allow it.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

There wasn’t a menu or anything on the table when you sat down, so you aren’t sure what all is offered here. You thought you might have caught a glimpse of a laminated stack near register when you’d first walked in, but you hadn’t wanted to draw any more attention to yourself at the time by getting up again and wandering around and reminding people just how out of place you’d been.

You look around and see a mix of ceramic steins, pint glasses, beer bottles, and a few stems of wine on tabletops and in the hands of the other patrons.

The noise of the bar had become a faint white noise in your ears as the two of you talked, but it comes back in full force now.

“If they have rosé, I’d take a glass of that.” It isn’t hard to miss the hesitation in your voice, feeling a little silly defaulting to your usual go-to. You don’t imagine they go through a ton of pink wine here. “But, uhm, anything on tap would be fine too, if they don’t.”

Bradley’s lips twitch up. Not in a smirk, but something caught between amused and something else you can’t quite describe.

You try not to fidget under his warm gaze, “What?”

He slides out of his stool and rounds the table, setting a big hand on the armrest near your elbow, “There’s something you should know about me, sweetheart.”

“And what’s that?” you ask, more than a little breathlessly. Feeling a little high off of the smell of his leather and vanilla cologne, and something underneath that that reminds you of kerosene in a way that makes you want to breathe him in even more.

Bradley dips down close, his lips just a whisper from your ear, and murmurs, “Pink is my favorite color.”

Your head tips back on its own as you laugh. Its unabashedly loud and bright and delighted thing that fills the nooks and crannies of the corner you’d tucked yourself away into. And if a few heads turn your way because of it, that’s alright with you.

You don’t believe him, not one little bit. But that’s part of the fun. The back and forth, the flirting, the banter, the teasing. He’s so quickly turned this night around for you, you already know your cheeks are going to hurt by the end of it.

The sound of Bradley’s own laughter chases after yours. It’s warm and raspy and boyish, and you like the sound of it. You like him.

“One rosé, coming up,” he says, giving your shoulder a light squeeze before he steps out of your space. “There’s nothing I like more than a girl who commits to a theme.”

You catch his wrist, his skin warm under your palm. “Wait, what’s it really?”

“Red,” Bradley says, then gives you a slow once over, making your pulse spark in your veins. “But you’ve got me second guessing myself now.” He gives you a wink and then heads towards the bar.

You watch stunned as he saunters away, admiring the way the light wash jeans he’s wearing form to his long legs, before taking a moment to send a string of words punctuated with more than a few exclamation points to the group chat.

When he comes back, only a few minutes later, he has glass of familiar pink wine in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other. And oddly enough, a straw tucked into the pocket on his shirt.

“It’s almost a perfect match,” he notes, when he sets it in front of you.

“At least I won’t have to worry about staining if I end up spilling on myself.”

Bradley chuckles and moves his stool in closer to yours, sitting back down with more smooth grace than a man with his build has any right to move. He tips the neck of his beer towards you, and you lightly tap your wine glass against it.

You take a sweet sip. “So.”

“So,” he repeats, with a teasing lift of his eyebrow.

“What’s your move?” you ask, running a glossy tipped finger around the rim of your wineglass.

“My move?” And there’s that grin again, one he doesn’t try to hide as he takes a sip of his own.  “‘m pretty sure I’ve been showing you my moves since I sat down. I’ve never been good at being subtle.”

Bradley pulls the straw from his pocket and taps it a few times against the shellacked woodgrain table top. He takes the flimsy wrapper carefully starts twisting it, a little furrow of concentration forms between his brows, spiraling it until it’s pulled taut against itself.  

You set an elbow on the edge, resting your chin on your hand as you study him. “But what’s the big move? I know you have one,” you press further.

His hands are big, calloused and rough, but capable. You want to know the story behind the scar that’s near the base of his thumb. You note that he wears his watch on the right instead of the left, and you pocket that new discovery for yourself the way a kid enthusiastically collects rocks in a park.

Bradley takes that piece of paper and folds it in half before twisting it again.

You watch in fascination as that pleased grin transforms into a confident smirk, like he’s enjoying even just the thought of showing you his big move. He looks like good trouble.

Bradley’s eyes slowly lift to yours, his hands pausing whatever he’s doing with that wrapper. He shoots a thumb to the left towards the end of the oval shaped bar. “You see that piano over there?”

“Mhm.” It’s an almost purr.

“That’s my big move.”

You feel your eyebrows lift in surprise. Bradley gave off such hometown golden boy vibes, you’d never have expected that he’d be the musical type too. The idea of seeing those hands fly over a set of black and white piano keys made your stomach tighten deliciously in anticipation.

“Am I going to get to see it?”

His gaze is steady on you when he replies, “Yeah, sweetheart, I’ll show you my move.”

A grin stretches across your face and you feel downright giddy, as you wiggle your shoulders in triumph.

Bradley shakes his head amused, and then refocuses his efforts on the task he’d started with the straw wrapper. He struggles only for a moment- those large fingers getting in the way- as he tries to open the end just enough to slip the tail though. He gives it one more final twist, securing the loop, before inspecting his handiwork.

“Now, since we’re valentines and all, it seemed only fitting that I get you- well, make you- a little something.” Bradley gives you a soft, boyish smile as he holds out his palm towards you, and in the center of it is a perfectly crafted paper ring. “Sorry, I couldn’t find you a Ring Pop on short notice.”

The words escape you for a moment at the sheer sweetness of the gesture.

Gently, you take it from his outstretched hand, and slip it onto the pointer finger of your right hand, adjusting it with care until you have it situated just right.

“I usually wouldn’t be able to accept something so grand on a first date. But for you, I’ll make an exception,” you say, liltingly. “Thank you, Bradley.”

You look down to appreciate it again, more than a little tempted to take it off and tuck it securely into your purse for safekeeping. For as much as you liked your dress and bag and your shoes, that little paper ring was now your favorite piece of the outfit you were wearing.

When you glance back up at him, his cheeks have the faintest pink hue to them. The little nonchalant shrug he tries to give you does nothing to hide how pleased he looks. “I make a mean daisy chain too. We might have to wait a couple months for Spring, but I’m good for it.”

Your mind flashes with an image of you and him in a park with a picnic basket sat between the two of you, and those large hands of his threading celery green stems together. It’s a pretty picture.

“Well, aren’t you just a regular modern day Renaissance man.”

“I’m a man of many talents,” he rasps, silky smooth. It makes goosebumps raise along your arms. “Now, I’ve told you mine. Can’t say I’m not dying to know what your big move is. Am I going to get to see it, sweetheart?”

“Maybe,” you muse, lifting your glass to take another sip, “If you’re good.”

Bradley hooks a foot under you stool and tugs you just a few inches closer. “Just out of curiosity, what’s your position on kissing on a first date?”

You bend forward towards him and think you hear his breath hitch, you smile. “I’ll keep you posted.”

You’re still looking at his lips when a shout from across the bar startles you both.

“Bradshaw!”

Bradley mutters a string of curses and then blows out a breath, giving you a smoldering look that tells you that the conversation is far from over. You’re more than willing to let him try and change your mind about where he lands in the mustache rankings.

You look over your shoulder to see the with the sharp smile from earlier waving your date over to the pool table. “I take it you know, Malibu Ken?”

“Unfortunately.” A mischievous look coasts over his face. “But I’ll get you all the Ring Pops you could ever want if you say that to his face.”

You laugh. “I’m holding out for that daisy chain.”

Another holler rings out from across the room, the same Southern drawl as before.

“Seems like he wants your attention. Is he a Leo?”

He snorts. “You know what, he just might be. But more like he’s been waiting for the right moment to annoy me since I ditched him to come talk to a pretty girl instead.”

You try not to preen at the compliment.

“The relentless type, huh?”

“You don’t know the half of it. I think I’m about thirty seconds from him queuing up “You Make Me Feel So Young” on repeat just to fuck with me,” Bradley explains. There’s a story there and you want to know more. “I know I still owe you the big move, but is it alright if I try to show off a little for you now? Just to get off my back for the rest of the night, then I’m all yours.”

You feel like you’ve just pulled an ace from your pocket.

“What are the stakes?” you ask, intrigued.

“Two hundred dollars and a whiskey,” Bradley replies.

You let out a low whistle, trying to school the catlike grin that wants to overtake your face. “That’s a lot of Ring Pops.”

The corners of his mouth curl up. “I was thinking dinner for our third date,” he says. “I’m buying for our second, of course. But it’s only right that we split the spoils of war.”

The sound of a brass band rings out over the staticky speakers and Bradley hangs his head down and lets out a long-suffering groan. You playfully pat his shoulder in faux commiseration.

You pretend to consider it for a moment, but you already know your answer. “Okay,” you agree, “Just as long as you’re okay with a little respectful ogling. You like my dress, and I like those jeans you’re wearing.”

He laughs, it’s a throaty rich sound. “I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

You gather for you purse and sweater as Bradley stands. His hands come to your waist, helping you off the chair, your bodies closer than close. It’s a forward move- he knows it, you know it- but with him, you don’t mind at all.

Bradley offers you his hand and you take it in yours; his fingers slip between yours easily like the two of you have already done this before.  

The two of you only make it a few steps before you tug on his hand, waiting until he looks at you from over his shoulder before asking, with a lifted brow, “Bradley Bradshaw?”

He huffs out a not-so-exasperated sigh, “I blame it on the 80’s.”

“Whatever you say, Brad-Brad.” It’s the one and only time you’re ever going to say it, you decide. You like saying his name too much to shorten it. And his back may be turned to you now, but that now familiar chuckle still makes its way to your ears.

Bradley leads you to the bar first, where he buys another glass of rosé and a beer for himself. When you try to pass your credit card to the woman behind the counter, he takes it, and rasps into your ear, “Let me.”

He tucks it right back into your purse as the sound of brass instruments starts up yet again.

“Like a dog with a goddamn bone,” you hear him mumble. And you press your lips together to keep from laughing. Sure, you’d rather be seeing his big move, but you can’t claim not to be amused by all of this.

He nods to a group of people in the corner near the popcorn machine when the two of you enter the alcove with pool table. Some of his other friends of his you assume.

You send them a little wave, one that they return in greeting. You can tell they’re curious, but you’re grateful when they resume their conversation instead of making you feel like your date with Bradley had become a spectator sport for their viewing entertainment.

The first thing Bradley does is introduce you to his friend. It’s a little thing, but he does it without prompt or awkwardly leaving you to take the initiative yourself. You appreciate the way he is still prioritizing your comfort the way he’s been doing it since he first sat down across from you.

The second thing he does is pull out a chair for you. Not with a fanfare, not with a flourish. But like it’s something that’s innately ingrained in him. You get the sense that the gentleman thing isn’t an act with him, it’s who he is.

Jake rests a hip against the table. “Sorry to interrupt your date, but Bradshaw and I had some unfinished business.”

You wave him off, it’s not a big deal. Not when you’ll have the rest of the night with Bradley. Plus, you’re eager to watch this play out between them, curious about their gameplay.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s get this over with,” Bradley rumbles, as he arranges the balls in the rack. And you wonder if he lost the lag before he’d made his way over to your table for one.

He comes back over to you, and leans on the ledge next to you as he chalks his cue. You’d thought about slipping your sweater back on, with the outside chill pressing against the line of glass windows at your back, but Bradley had more than enough warmth radiating off of him that you didn’t need to.

“You that eager to be out a couple hundred, Bradshaw?” Jake grins, as he leans over the side of the table. He turns his gaze to you and sends you a wink right before he breaks, sending the cue ball barreling into the others with a resounding clack, scattering them across the table.

And then they’re off.

It’s a rapid fire of back-and-forth banter between the men as they take their shots. Mostly good natured, but undeniably competitive. Smirking when they land their shots, and snarking over fouls. Clear that neither of them wants to lose.

Jake is all confident posturing, playing low over the cue with a lightly too tight grip. It’s the only thing that gives him away that he’s not the easygoing player as he wants people to think he is. Choosing higher risk shots that would highlight his ability versus some of the more straightforward options laid out for him, and skilled enough that it pays off most of the time. But after a couple rounds you note he’s too quick to stand up after taking his shot, not enough follow through because he’s too eager to see if his gamble pays off.

Bradley is all loose-limbed ease, clearly comfortable in both his skin and at the table. You can tell he’s probably playing quicker than he normally does, clearly trying to hurry up the game for your sake, even though he doesn’t need to. Although he does take his time as he positions himself around the table, only adjusting his bridge every now and then. Always with a 1-2 shot, a warm-up stroke followed by a steady hit. Watching him you catch his tendency to throw out his elbow of the follow through.

The two are pretty well matched in skill, you observe with keen eyes, as the balls skate across the Top Gun insignia, against the rails, and into pockets.

When Bradley’s not up to play, he’s by your side, right at your elbow. And when he is, it’s your eyes he’s looking into the moment he stands back up, seeking out your reaction. But more than once you feel his eyes on you as you watch them play.

True to your word, you to admire him in those snug fitting jeans. And when he catches your appreciative gaze, he sends you a wink before lining up his next shot.

Jake sinks another solid into the pocket he’d called only moments ago, and turns his dimpled smile at you, “You still sure about your date with the old man, chickadee? I bet I could show him up in that department too.”

The way he says it, you know he’s just teasing, probably just to rile you date up and get a reaction from him.

“Unfortunately for you, I think I have a thing for mustaches now,” you toss back, unbothered. And Bradley smiles into his drink.

You watch as Jake lines up his next shot and hits the white with a compact stroke.

“Double hit,” you declare.

“Dammit,” Jake curses.

You look over to see Bradley looking at you with a focused look on his face. Like there’s a theory clicking into place, one he needs the answer to. Wordlessly, he hands you the cue.

“You sure?” you ask.

“Two hundred dollars sure,” he states.

You take it from him with a sly grin.

Bradley’s thighs brush against the front of your knees, you know if you parted them even a couple inches, that he’d fit just right between them. His hands landing on your waist again as he assists you off the stool you’ve been perched on. And you’re starting to think he just likes an excuse to touch you, not that he needs one because you already more than like the feel of his hands on your body.

You walk the pool table, running a finger around the rails as you do. Evaluating the balls on the table like they’re chess pieces. The slow clip of your heels on the floor like the tick of a clock as you take your time deciding your approach.

“You’re the stripes,” Jake offers helpfully. “Don’t worry, I’ll even let you have a free shot.”

And you can’t help but laugh because this is going to be fun.

“Bradley?” you ask, leisurely chalking your cue.

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Do you mind?” You gesture to the spot behind you, and he catches on quick with a not-so-subtle glance at the short hem of your skirt.

He sets his beer down and comes to stand behind you, there’s just enough space between the two of you that you don’t have to worry about hitting him with the cue, his broad from proving you the coverage you needed to bend over the table. While you don’t think you’d mind Bradley seeing the silk thong you had on underneath your dress, you weren’t exactly up for flashing the whole bar.

You haven’t played in a while, but it’s a muscle memory at this point, as you map out your moves. Seeing the lines and angles and arcs in your mind’s eye before anchoring your bridge.

You look at Bradley from over your shoulder, only to see his eyes are trained on the ceiling with his tongue pressed against his cheek. A gentleman, albeit not an unaffected one. A tendril of smokey gratification curls its way along your spine. You turn your head back to the pool table looking between the cue, target, cue ball, target.

It’s a smooth stroke with a satisfying crack. A clean three-rail shot that lands the striped five into the pock you’d intended for it.

“Damn” is all Jake says. His eyes you up, clearly impressed.

“You sure about that free shot, Jake?” You stand up and smooth out your dress, just for the show of it. “Or do you want to make it double or nothing instead, Malibu Ken?” You hear Bradley snort from behind you.

And just like you thought, he wasn’t one to back down from a challenge, “Deal.” Jake turns to Bradley. “I just let your girl hustle me, didn’t I?”

“You sure did,” Bradley says with a grin, but his eyes are on you.

Neither are surprised when you sink your next shot too. The six sailing into the left corner pocket.

On your next shot, you may or may not deliberately foul. A tactical choice that sets Jake up with a less than ideal position on the table, knowing it’ll be a difficult shot for him to make.

“Now you’re just toying with me, aren’t you?” Jake grouses.

You just smile and take a sip of the rosé that Bradley hands you, neither confirming or denying.

Surprisingly, he banks it.  But his good luck only lasting through that one play. Because on his next, the ball glances off the side rail at too acute an angle to reach the intended pocket and he groans.

Not quite ready to be done, you ease off a little. Enough that they both know you’re going easy on him to extend the game longer, just so that he can catch up to you.

But soon enough, soon there’s only your eight ball left on the table.

“Looks like you’re about to be out four hundred dollars, Jake,” you say with a self-satisfied smirk.

“Just put me out of my misery already.”

You turn to Bradley, who has been carefully positioning himself behind you the whole time. You hold out the cue to him and ask, “Do you want the honors?”

He shakes his head. “Go on, finish him off, sweetheart. I’m enjoying the show.”

And when your final ball tips into the side pocket, Jakes resounding groan is drown out by the whistle Bradley lets loose between his thumb and pointer finger, as you turn towards him beaming.

“The atm’s by the restroom.” Bradley sounds only too happy to remind Jake as he closes the gap between the two of you.

You look over his wide shoulder, “As for the whiskey, something expensive please, Malibu Ken.”

Jake huffs a grumble but nods all the same as he goes to round up your winnings.

“Scored four hundred dollars and a valentine, that’s not too shabby, if I do say so myself,” you preen to Bradley.

“Think that might have been the best thing I’ve seen all year,” Bradley announces. “The hottest too, if I’m being honest.” You feel your cheeks heat under his gaze. His finger slips under the thin strap of your dress that had fallen off your shoulder somewhere along the way. He slides it back up and into place, treating it like some delicate thing the same way he did that paper wrapper. “Where’d you learn to play like that?”

Normally, this is when you’d rerack, but you’ve never had a Bradley Bradshaw looking at you before.

“I took a class in college over the summer as an elective credit, and it turns out I had a knack for it,” you explain with a playful little shrug.

“I’ll say.” He takes another step closer. “Did you just show me your move, sweetheart?”

“One of them,” you grin.

You don’t have to press up to his height, not with your pearly heels.

You wrap your arms around his neck and bring his lips to yours for a kiss. A sound of surprise escapes from his throat. You feel the curve of a smile before his hands slide around your waist to pull you closer.

The scrape of his mustache against your upper lip sends electricity racing along every nerve ending in your body. In that moment you are Midas touched, the blood thrumming through your veins feels like liquid gold. It’s unhurried, like he’s been waiting to savor the feel of your mouth against his. Exciting and new as you learn the taste and touch of him. You knew it was going to be good, but even so, it’s better than you could have expected.

“Think you just snagged that number one spot of my list of favorite mustached men,” you say against his lips.

“Suck it, Selleck,” he rasps.

You inhale the amusement of his light chuckle, letting it go to your head like champagne bubbles, before he slips a hand around the base of your neck and pulling you in close once again.

A couple hours later, you find yourself at home on the couch. Your cheeks a little sore from how much smiling you’d done tonight, as Tom and Meg trade words over a plate of caviar on screen.

It was only much later that night you’d gotten to see Bradley’s big move.

He’d surprised you with his voice and the talented way his fingers glided over the white and black keys. An expensive glass of amber colored liquor sitting atop the old piano as he played, and four hundred dollars tucked safely away in your purse.

You’d given him your number when he’d walked you to your car, only distracting you for a few extra minutes with his mouth, before you’d left for the night, hoping that you’d hear from him soon.

A notification lights up your phone, and a ribbon of thrill unspools through you.

You sigh when you see that it’s a notification from your dating app. You’re wary to open it, not wanting anything to color your night, but you figure now is as good of time as any to block the guy who had nothing on the one you’d spent your evening with.

When you see the name of the person who’d sent you a message, you click into his profile with lightning-fast fingers, skimming all the details to things you hadn’t had a chance to learn yet.

𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰

𝐀𝐠𝐞: 𝟑𝟓

𝐉𝐨𝐛 𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: 𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐭

𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥: 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬: 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥

𝐙𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐧: 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫

There is a picture of him in uniform, grinning to someone out of the frame. And another one of him shirtless on the beach, surrounded by some of the faces you’d seen tonight at the Hard Deck.

But it’s the answers to the prompts that he’d picked, that set your heart fluttering.

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭: 𝐈 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲. (𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫.)

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬: 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬.

𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭: 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬.

That one makes you laugh.

You open the message from him, one that had been sent with a rose.

𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰: 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞? 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧? 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐈 𝐨𝐰𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐨𝐩.

You don’t even have to think.

𝐘𝐨𝐮: 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝?

And you can’t help but grin to yourself as look at that paper ring still on your finger. Because you know, this app won’t be on your phone for much longer.

Not now that you’ve met him.

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[zyafics]

hihihi i love ur fic ‘wildflower by five seconds of summer’ which was a best friends to lovers, I was wondering if you could do a fox where he’s reassuring her that he’s attracted to her and idk. But she basically feels that they were best friends for so long that maybe he’s just dating her for her personality and doesn’t actually want to see her idkkkk but I think you’d be super good at writing this one

omg thank you!! something about bsf!reader gives me so much energy to come up with them so let’s get to it 🤞🏼

REAL OR NOT REAL | Rafe Cameron

MASTERLIST (Blurb)

Pairing — BSF!Rafe x Wildflower!Female Reader

Word Count — 1.7K.

Content — fluff, Rafe comforting Reader about her insecurities, happy endings.

You always been aware of Rafe’s type.

There’s a certain degree that sparks Rafe’s interest, and how you slot into his future, but it hadn’t matter to you. Especially since you’re together now, it’s a constant reinforcement that he chose you out of all the girls on his roster. And he’ll keep choosing you because you’re his best friend.

At least, that’s what you like to think.

Your first cloud of doubt came in the form of an engagement.

When Kelce sank to the floor on one knee, holding up a sparkling diamond ring, he didn’t have the chance to finish his sentence before his girlfriend, Aria, leaped into his arms, squealing out a yes!

From there on, the entire restaurant cheers at the vow, and you alongside it, clapping your hands together with the utmost glee. You’re happy for your friend, and his embarkment on this new stage in his relationship. And you rejoiced in that feeling, floating in its bubble, until Topper came over to clap a hand on Rafe’s shoulder.

“How do you feel, man?” Topper asks, looking directly at your boyfriend.

“What do you mean? I didn’t get engaged,” Rafe huffs with a roll of his eyes, and you laugh, wrapping your arms around his bicep. He glances down at you with a soft smile.

“Not that,” Topper scolds, “In general. We always thought it would be you first.”

Your shoulders slouch. “What?” You question, but your voice is soft in the loud atmosphere. They didn’t hear you. Somehow, Kelce manages to enter at the tail-end of the conversation.

“Yeah, Rafe, never thought I’d beat you out,” Kelce laughs.

“You didn’t beat me,” Rafe declares calmly, holding up a glass of whiskey.

“I’m one step ahead of you,” Kelce refutes. “Didn’t you have a whole future planned? The house, the wife, the kids? The whole nine?”

“He’s been saying it since we were teens,” Topper adds. “Changed your mind?”

Rafe shrugs, appearing indifferent, but something cold runs through your veins. He lifts the glass to his lips. “When it happens, it happens.”

“Make it happen soon, alright?” Kelce adds with a grin, just as Aria slides beside him and he wraps a protective arm around her waist. “Because we’re planning a family, and my kids are gonna need your kids to keep them in check.”

“Or the other way around,” Aria comments with a chuckle, and the entire night went on as such. You celebrate among your friends at the restaurant of their engagement, the waitstaff brings out a glorious dessert for the couple, and everyone is in high spirits.

By the time you come home, all that energy disperses, and everything comes flooding back.

You almost forgot. Before Rafe and you got together, he had envisioned a future that didn’t match yours. He wanted a wife and kids, all before the age of thirty. He didn’t want to wait, as he always said before, he wanted it to be young, to start early, just as his father did.

You don’t feel the same. You grew up in a household that abandoned you to your own devices, hollowed out in creaky hallways and subdued by a rotation of maids and servants in and out of your estate. You always knew you wanted kids later, or not at all because you wanted to take time and travel the world.

This doesn’t match Rafe’s.

Yet, it was never brought up. You were so consumed by the bliss of finally having each other, that you neglected the very foundation of what it means to be in a relationship in the first place—to address the conversation of a different yet nearing future you each carved out for yourself.

Doubt begins to lament every inch of your skin as to why Rafe is with you in the first place. He had known this–he’s your best friend—he knows you’re different from what he wants and he still pursues it? Was it for fun? Was it to pass the time until he found someone more compatible to match his needs? Perhaps, even a chance, Rafe was so used to having you at his side that it was easier to seduce you into the most natural next-step role. He didn’t actually like you, your brain argued, he got with you out of pure convenience.

So, you start distancing yourself. Every invitation to spend with the newlyweds was declined, and every inquiry to come over to your house was subsequently ignored. It got to the point where, a week in, Rafe finally had enough and came into your house unannounced.

“What the hell is going on with you?” Rafe demands upon entering your room, his eyes sliding across the place to find the messiness of your sanction, pillows, and blankets thrown to different corners. Almost ditch-like, as if you hadn’t had the chance to leave—in fear of encountering him.

“What?” You ask meekly, shoulders slouching inwards, making yourself small.

“You’ve been ignoring me,” he declares accusingly.

“Not true,” you argue.

He glares. “Don’t lie to me.”

You hesitate, digging your nails into the sheets and playing with the covers of your bed. “I just need some time for myself; to think,” “About what?”

You inhale sharply, trying to fizzle out your nerves. All your thoughts and rumbustious questions lead to this final end. This is it.

“I think we could break up.”

For the first time since Rafe’s entry, he’s taken aback by your statement. He unconsciously takes a step backward, brows drawn together, throat tightening. “What?” He replies, his voice low.

Now or never.

“I’ve been thinking about it for the past few days, and I think it’s the best option,” you reason, trying to appear as if this comes from a place of logic rather than insecurities. “For our future.”

“Our future?” He repeats, testing the words on his tongue.

“We’re not compatible,” you continue, the confession slicing at your chest. Tightening your skin. “I want certain things, and you want different things. Honestly, I don’t even know why you liked me in the first place. We were better off as—”

“Slow down,” Rafe cuts you off. You’re going so frantic, trying to streamline a sense of continual thought, that he thought you were going into a panic attack. Rafe lowers himself to your level, taking a precarious step forward and encroaching on your bed. “What do you mean?”

“We should break up.”

“No,”

“Rafe,” you pout, eyes softening, trying to let him go the gentlest way possible. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“You’re being unreasonable,”

“I’m being logical,” you argue.

He scoffs. “Logical? You’re breaking up over a problem that doesn’t exist. Incompatible? Really? You had a whole week to come up with an excuse and that’s what you settle on?”

Your shoulders sink. You play with the frayed threads of your comforter, and the mattress dips to accommodate his weight. His hand hovers over yours, halting your nervous antics and forcing your gaze back onto his.

“What happened?” Rafe asks gently.

“I can’t give you what you want,” you murmur with a cry, pathetically feeling like you’re close to tears.

“Okay,” he cautions slowly. “What do I want?”

“Not me,” you insist weepingly, “I don’t want kids, or to be a housewife. Being in your life, I ruin your plans.”

“Baby,” he murmurs, cradling your face. “I don’t care about that.”

Your heart beams with hope, before being smothered by the reminder that this is a trick to ease your thoughts. “You don’t want kids?”

“Of course, I want them,” your chest tightens. “But I want them with you when you’re ready.”

He adds. “I was serious that night,” he reminds you of that first night when you two became an item. “It’s you or nothing.”

You remain quiet.

“What else? Hit me.”

“I’m afraid,” you confess quietly.

“Of what?”

“That you don’t really like me. I think you’re with me because it’s the easiest thing, or perhaps you don’t want to let me down or—”

“Calm down, wildflower,” he breaths out, dropping his hand to your chest, forcing your intake to steady. They do, calming under his palm. “How about I tell you what I feel instead of you making assumptions?”

He’s right. That’s logical. As you nod, composing your words, you slowly draw a steady breath. “Do you want a housewife?”

“I do,” he answers honestly. “But I only want you.”

“And if I don’t?” You ask. “I don’t want to be one?”

“Then you won’t, simple as that.”

Your eyes pan across his handsome face, trying to uncover any mistruths, but you find none. It settles something in you, and you reveal your next step of doubts.

“You said you wanted to settle down before your 30s,” you remind him.

“That was before I knew this,” he gestures between you, “had a chance.”

“So you change your plans for me?”

“You’re my future,”

You swallow hard. “And if I don’t want to? Not just settling down—but I want to travel the world, and experience adventure, what do you say?”

He comes forward, cupping your chin and forcing your gaze on his. “I say do whatever the hell you want, as long as it’s with me.”

You brush your hands against his jaw, stopping your questions, before having one more on the tip of your tongue. Rafe nods encouragingly, “Anything else?”

You hesitate, and Rafe’s hand slides up your neck, finding that sensitive spot, and cradles it under his palm. “Ask the last one.”

Exhaling, you ask, “Do you like me?”

“Baby, you’re the love of my fucking life. I don’t think there’s anyone I like more than you.”

A blanket of comfort wraps around you, your heart softens, expression relaxes. Your brows pinch together, and they look up at him with utmost guilt. “I’m sorry,” you murmur.

“Don’t be,” he leans forward to press a kiss against your forehead. “You needed that. But I’m here to remind you—I want you. I chose you. The only way someone’s leaving this relationship is through death.”

You laugh softly, tears crowding your vision. “Is that a threat?”

“I think it’s a vow,” he murmurs, closer between you and pressing a soft kiss on your lips. “In sickness and in health, or whatever.”

Your hands run through his hair, pulling him closer, “How about let’s stay in bed and figure out the rest later?”

His hand catches the mattress, and his body presses against yours, forcing you onto your back as he covers you. And he kisses you again. And again. Until you’re out of breath. “I like the sound of that.”

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[dementedkittenribbon]

In love with my best friend

Rafe Cameron x fem reader

Rafe finally asks you out.

CW: Panty stealing, oral male recieving, PnV sex!! (Female is just aesthetic purposes!!!!!!)

“Mmm, Rafe. This is delicious. What do I owe the pleasure?” Rafe had to keep himself from drooling as you licked the ice cream cone. Your heels clicked on the sidewalk as he walked you to his car.

Your cropped shirt hugged your waist as you waited for him to open the passenger door. Rafe waited until you were situated inside before shutting the door. He wanted you to be happy today. After getting all that money, you were the first person he thought of. He wanted to spoil you. His best friend since middle school.

As he drove, you had your legs crossed as you hummed happily. Savoring each taste of ice cream as you listened to lil peep. Rafe wanted to ask you now but he kept losing his nerve.

“So, what’s the deal with uh-Caleb or whatever?” He asked instead and you glanced at him. Your lipgloss slightly mused.

“Colin? Oh, it wasn’t meant to be.” You giggled and flicked your hair out of your eyes. Rafe snorted and let his face fall on your chest for a few seconds.

“Think you can fit in a movie with your schedule?” Rafe gave you a playful elbow and you pouted.

“What’s wrong, Rafe? Are you jealous of all the time I’ve been spending with other people? And not you since you’re rich again?”

He flexed his jaw, used to your bratty remarks but that specific time hit a nerve. Yeah, he was jealous. Jealous of anyone who got to have you or be near you.

He was addicted to you. The way you moved, smelled, talked…everything.

Rafe had collection of panties in his room, all yours when he knew you wouldn’t miss them. His cock was familiar with the lace of them.

“Doll, you’re the only one who gets spoiled by me.” He saw your lips curl into a smirk and naturally, he rested a hand on your thigh.

Rafe tested your reaction, leaving his palm on the meat of your leg. But you didn’t pay attention, as if you were used to such physical displays. That made him feel even more jealous. You being so used to intimate touches that you didn’t even spare him a glance?

His grip tightened ever so slightly as he drove home. Rafe didn’t wait for your answer about the movie. He needed to be around you in any capacity. After he parked, Rafe walked out of the car and opened your door. “Cmon,”

He appraised you as you took his hand as support, standing and you batted your eyelashes. Rafe did smile at the sight of your necklace, two ballet slippers. Dancing was something you loved, were damn good at and he did remember how genuinely happy you looked a few years ago. He gifted you that piece of jewelry. You never removed it.

Later, In his loft, he came to the living room where you made yourself comfortable. Curled up like a kitten as you eyed the selection of films. You subconsciously leaned towards him as he sat next to you on the couch. Rafe kept telling himself, now. Ask her now.

“So. What are you doing Friday evening?” His voice was easy going but not casual. You looked over at him with raised eyebrows.

“Why?” Rafe rolled his eyes. Of course, even when he was trying to ask you on a date, you were bratty.

“Well? Do you have plans?”

You shrugged and he decided to take a more direct approach. Maybe his dick gave him courage or it was being fed up with your flippancy.

Rafe took hold of your chin, turning you towards him and you nuzzled into his palm. His breath caught as you gave him a soft expression.

“I want to take you out. Not like this. I want to take you on a date, princess. I’ve wanted to forever but I was too much of a pussy.”

“Yes.”

Rafe blinked at your response but quickly smiled. “Yeah? You’ll go out with me?”

“That’s what I said, didn’t I?” You giggled and he cupped your cheeks. He moved in, easing his way towards you, caught your lips in a kiss.

Rafe always wondered what it would be like. Kissing your sweet lips. Feeling your tongue against his as he touched your perfect body. He explored your figure, appreciating your curves as he began shifting. Rafe pulled back, hovering over your breathless mouth.

“Not here. I wanna do this right,” Without another word, he lifted you into his arms and walked to the bedroom.

Rafe set you down gently, still standing as you looked up at him, sitting on the mattress. Your eyes were a little glazed, lashes coated with mascara and you glanced at his pants.

“Oh, you want my dick, princess? Where exactly do you want it?”

Your fingers worked to unzip his pants, pulling down his underwear too. Rafe watched you take in his form.

You took hold of the shaft, spitting on the tip and you ran your tongue along the sides with expertise. He shivered and set a firm hand on your head. You sucked the head, moaning as you did it and fondled his balls. Rafe groaned as you took him as deep as possible, your throat bulging and he took the back of your head, pushing it down until your nose hit his stomach.

“That’s my fuckin girl, taking my cock so well. Goddamn, you know what you’re doing,” Nothing could ever compare to your mouth around him. Especially when you pulled off his dick to suck his balls. Using your tongue at the same time and he was seconds away from busting in your mouth. But he pulled you off, watching the spit fall from your lips.

Rafe crawled on top of you, licking the sweet spot on your neck until he kissed you messily. He sucked your lower lip, palming your tits and his hands clumsily taking off your shorts. Rafe kissed down your chest, hauling your shirt off and he sucked your nipples as he exposed them.

“You’re so fucking pretty, needed to taste every inch of you,” He panted and worked his way down your stomach. Rafe let his hands settle on your hips, his fingertips feeling your panties and he pushed them to the side.

“I need to fuck your pussy, baby. I gotta feel you squeeze my dick and cream on it.” He maneuvered your legs, bending them at the knees and he moved upright.

Rafe grabbed his cock, slapping the head against your clit a few times. Smearing the precum and he savored every second as you moaned when he pressed into you. HE felt your stomach bulge from his dick, he saw stars as he thrusted. Your hands moved, not being able to settle anywhere and Rafe lifted you up. Pressing your chests together, your arms wrapped around his back as he got a better angle.

“Fuck, it feels so good,” You whispered in his ear and he wrapped a hand around your throat.

“Is this what you needed? Needed to choke on my dick to quiet that mouth? Next time you wanna be a brat, you’ll just be a little slut for me.” Rafe used his momentum to fuck into you harder, playing with your clit at the same time and you were whimpering. Moaning his name and he wanted to make you cum so badly.

“What do you need, baby?” You shifted your legs higher and Rafe pushed them back. Your eyes squeezed shut and you let out a chorus of pleasured sounds.

“Let go, cum for me, princess. You’re so fucking pretty.” Rafe couldn’t resist meeting your lips as you were pushed over the edge and you gripped his back. Nails digging into his skin and he followed you soon shortly after.

Rafe came deep in you, he watched it from your pussy and he pulled his dick out. Jerked it so more cum decorated your bare skin. You sharply exhaled when he licked it off your lower stomach.

“That was round one, baby girl. Now that I’ve felt that pretty little pussy, I gotta sample it with my mouth too. It’s my job as your best friend.” He gave you an arrogant smirk as you gently smacked his arm.

@hauntedfawnn @eerielamb @songbirdmunson @loserboysandlithium @rafesheaven @marchsfreakshow

[tea-writes19]

yes | poly!b.b. s.w. j.t.

pairing: bucky barnes x sam wilson x joaquin torres x f!reader

summary: your followers are confused on who you are dating

warnings: established relationship(s), polyamorous relationship, swearing, fluff, pure crack tbh, comedy, suggestive content

a/n: this is purely for my own enjoyment. please be aware of the warnings and pairing. don’t like don’t read. okay that’s all, enjoy :)

liked by joaquintorres, samwilson, buckybarnes, and others

yourusername: word of advice: don’t go camping with bucky

tagged: @/samwilson @/joaquintorres @/buckybarnes

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user1: oh to be y/n

user2: fr i wanna be friends with the avengers too

user3: wait i thought she was dating one of them?

user4: no lol they’re just friends

user5: nah she’s def sleeping w/ one of them

user6: sam’s face😭😭

user7: he looks so annoyed😭

joaquintorres: legend has it sam is still on that rock pouting bc we woke him up to watch the sunrise

samwilson: maybe i would’ve been less grumpy if bucky hadn’t made us hike 3 miles to see it…

yourusername: lol ok mr. i haven’t had my morning coffee yet

buckybarnes: i didn’t force you to come with

samwilson: your exact words were (and i quote) get your ass up or else

user8: 😭😭

samwilson: i distinctly remember you groaning the whole time up too

yourusername: maybe, but you don’t have any proof

joaquintorres: uhhhhh….

user9: seeing joaquin’s post first makes this comment section even funnier

user10: wait what did joaquin post??

user9: a pic of y/n looking grumpy watching the sunrise

user10: omg i’m dying😭😭

user11: same!

buckybarnes: i’m not that bad

yourusername: doubt but ok

joaquintorres: liar liar pants on fire

user12: i’m starting to think bucky is that bad

user13: frfr

samwilson: STARTING TO?!?

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joaquintorres: not pictured: me losing feeling in my legs

tagged: @/yourusername @/buckybarnes @/samwilson

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yourusername: damn i see how it is

samwilson: haha take that!!

joaquintorres: sorry love but sam bribed me w/ a new flight manoeuvre

yourusername: it’s ok guess i’ll just go kms😔

user14: love?👀

user15: y/n we love you please don’t kys

user16: #justicefory/n

user17: are you dating y/n?

user18: omg they’re just friends

user19: he called her love so…

user20: aw i was kinda hoping it was sam

user21: #teamjoaquin stays winning

samwilson: not pictured: how you lost said feeling in your legs

yourusername: ^^^

joaquintorres: i don’t think insta allows that kind of activity

buckybarnes: didn’t stop sam last time

user22: AYY YO WHAT??!!

user23: OH MY GOD

user24: SAMUEL ARE YOU IMPLYING WHAT I THINK YOU’RE IMPLYING

user25: i’m so confused rn…

user26: wait are sam and joaquin together???

user27: not bucky mentioning storygate tho🫢

peterparker: i love being left out😒

yourusername: pete you know damn well why you were left out

peterparker: doesn’t make my fomo hurt any less

samwilson: you can come with next time instead of buck

buckybarnes: YOU’RE GOING TO REPLACE ME WITH THE KID?!?!

samwilson: yes

liked by yourusername, joaquintorres, peterparker, and more

samwilson: this trip would have been better without bucky

tagged: @/buckybarnes @/joaquintorres @/yourusername

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yourusername: say it louder for those in the back🗣️

user28: not all of them hating on bucky😭😭

user29: like sir what did you do?!?

buckybarnes: none of you appreciate me and it shows

yourusername: i thought i showed my appreciation perfectly fine last night🤨

joaquintorres: maybe don’t take us hiking for 5 days straight next time…

user30: HELLO??? Y/N!?!

user31: y’all wanna share smth with the class👀

user32: wdym by that y/n huh?

user33: i was going to say their friend group is so wholesome but after y/n's comment idk anymore

user34: lmao fr

user35: same like didn’t joaquin call her love in a comment on his post???

user36: maybe it’s just a nickname and she’s really dating bucky?

user35: what FRIENDS call each other love?!?

peterparker: me watching everyone in the comments freaking out be like: 🫢☕️

user37: tell us what you know!!!

samwilson: gotta keep em on their toes

user38: spill the beans peter…

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buckybarnes: i for one had a lovely time

tagged: @/yourusername @/joaquintorres @/samwilson

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samwilson: ofc you did😒

yourusername: i liked it when you let us take a break that one time

joaquintorres: best 2 mins of my life

user39: are y’all ok?😭😭

yourusername: no :)

user40: wait a sec…are those y/n’s legs in the hammock??

user41: +1 point for #teambucky

user42: i’m starting to think it’s a throuple situation or smth bc what😭

user43: you’re so real for that

user44: are you or are you not dating y/n

buckybarnes: …

user45: that wasn’t a no!

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yourusername: morning workouts >>>

tagged: @/buckybarnes @/joaquintorres

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user50: i think a little more than working out is going on girlie

user51: ^^^

joaquintorres: wdym that’s working out too…

user52: SIR—

buckybarnes: workouts without sam >>>

samwilson: I WAS TIRED YOU FUCK

yourusername: god just kiss already🙄

joaquintorres: who says they aren’t rn

yourusername: wait you right…it’s been awfully quiet

user53: OH

user54: ayy yo what’s bucky and joaquin doing👀

joaquintorres: working out duh

buckybarnes: duh🙄

user55: 😭😭

user56: two guys working out zero feet apart bc they’re gay

buckybarnes: so close…we’re bisexual

user56: my bad

user56: two guys working out zero feet apart bc they’re bisexual

joaquintorres: there we go👍

peterparker: oh would you look at that, i was left out again…

yourusername: PETE YOU HAD SCHOOL

buckybarnes: get off your phone and pay attention in chem

peterparker: the fact you know my schedule is slightly disturbing

user57: only slightly?

peterparker: everything mr. barnes does is scary

user57: valid

yourusername: even me🥺

peterparker: especially you

yourusername added to their story —>

[caption: guess where we’re going, wrong answers only!]

story replies

joaquintorres: the moon to visit steve

yourusername: we’re flying to the moon in our favorite rocketship

joaquintorres: zooming through the sky, little einsteins!

user58: rfk jrs swear-in

user59: bahamas?

user60: so are you and sam dating?

peterparker: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

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yourusername: italy i love you and your cats

tagged: @/joaquintorres @/buckybarnes @/samwilson

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user61: GIRL WHO ARE YOU DATING???

yourusername: yes

user62: yes to who?????

yourusername: yes

user63: oh my god

user64: are they…all dating each other???

user65: quick where’s the girl who predicted this

user42: i’m here🙋‍♀️

user66: you know what, good for them

user67: get that d y/n

user68: damn girl leave some for the rest of us😭😭

yourusername: meet my friend peter @/peterparker

peterparker: wait what

joaquintorres: i don’t think i’ve ever seen bucky and sam so close to murdering each other and us before

peterparker: that’s bc you weren’t at the airport in 2016

yourusername: ^^^

yourusername: if looks could kill we’d be dead rn

buckybarnes: if you guys had taken 5 minutes longer i would’ve cannibalised sam

samwilson: man come on

user69: how yellowjackets of you

yourusername: i promise you he doesn’t understand that reference

joaquintorres: but we do and we agree

user70: damn i wanna go to italy now

user71: i can’t believe we got cap polycule before gta 6

user72: the tumblr girlies are going to go crazy

user73: it’s like destiel becoming canon again over there

user74: it’s already trending😭😭

peterparker: why do i even bother to talk to y’all anymore

yourusername: bc you love us

samwilson: atp you’re our adopted son

buckybarnes: i don’t want stark’s kid tf

buckybarnes added to their story —>

[caption: because y/n hard-launched us as the kids these days would say]

story replies

user75: please which one is teaching you slang😭

joaquintorres: yay i beat out the other two

samwilson: this is pure favoritism

buckybarnes: i didn’t see you complaining last night…

yourusername: joaquin is never going to let this go😔

user76: first ever story and its confirmation of the polycule

user76: god i love it here

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samwilson: venice (feat. y/n making us stop to pet every cat she saw)

tagged: @/yourusername @/joaquintorres @/buckybarnes

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user77: y/n is so valid for that

user78: my fav polycule

user79: i love how we’re all just like yeah, makes sense

user80: tbf it does make so much sense

user81: we were all wondering who y/n was fucking when really they were all fucking each other

yourusername: bucky said we could keep one!

samwilson: i swear to god if i find a cat in your carry on y/n…

yourusername: uhh i have to go

buckybarnes: my exclusion from the post is payback for my story isn’t it?

samwilson: good to see your brain works sometimes buck!

user82: oof someone get some water for that burn

user83: so does this mean alpine is getting a friend?

samwilson: no

buckybarnes: yes

yourusername: yes

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joaquintorres: we in the spaghetto!

tagged: @/samwilson @/yourusername @/buckybarnes

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yourusername: PASTA PASTA

user84: the caption😭😭

user85: i need to know the reason behind slide 2

joaquintorres: sam was yelling at us bc of the cat😔

yourusername: he’s trying to make us get rid of her

buckybarnes: he’s being very rude to gelato

samwilson: WE CAN’T JUST GRAB A CAT OFF THE STREET AND SHIP IT BACK TO THE USA

yourusername: not with that attitude you can’t

user86: live laugh love the spaghetto

user87: omg i love that tiktok😭

peterparker: i call dibs on being gelato’s godfather

joaquintorres: that’s your sister

samwilson: i can’t believe i’m a father of three

buckybarnes: i’m still not acknowledging the kid as mine

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buckybarnes: they complained about this trip a lot less

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joaquintorres: i’m not saying it’s because we had running water but that’s exactly what i’m saying

buckybarnes: i still question why you joined the air force sometimes

samwilson: damn so that’s how you want to play huh

buckybarnes: i don’t know what you’re talking about🧑‍🦯

user88: please tell me that’s gelato🥹

yourusername: sadly no but i wanted to keep this one too

user89: love how y/n is petting a different cat in each post

user90: she’s one with the cats

user91: the cat-whisperer fr

yourusername: damn that’s a good pic of me

peterparker: narcissistic behavior

yourusername: you would be too if you were me

user92: you go queen!!

user93: i’m loving the self confidence!

yourusername added to their story —>

[caption: welcome home gelato🫶🏻]

story replies

user94: stop she’s so cute🥹🥹

user95: omg adorable🤍

peterparker: i love my baby sister

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[welphelpmelt]

Tu es manques de mon ame

Danny knew that it was rare for a ghost to have two obsessions— even rarer to have three. Ghosts usually dedicate their undead lives to their first obsession and rarely have time for anything else. But really, it should not have been a surprise when he formed a third obsession— one still related to his first but still so different.

Before his death, Danny was always protective over those he deemed his, whether they were his friends or family. He always wanted to make sure they were protected, and while they didn’t understand it, they allowed him to do as he pleased. When Danny died, he died hoping and praying that Sam and Tucker were okay— that the portal didn’t end up exploding or sucking them into it— that they didn’t die because of his stupidity. After becoming a half-ghost, his protectiveness increased tenfold. And Danny? The poor boy was so confused about why he was suddenly more protective over people after his little “accident.”

It was only after a visit to Frostbite— after the fight with Dark Pariah— that he got a rundown on ghost biology and understood that it was his obsession. And not only did he have one, but two.

After that, Danny learned that, yes, his interest in space had turned into an obsession when he died, but he just didn't notice because he had been flying off into space in his free time, therefore satisfying and feeding his obsession. It turned out that to satisfy and feed his protection obsession, he just needed to protect the people around him. As Phantom, that wasn’t a problem, but as Danny? He had to find a more subtle way to do it. Convincing Jazz and Tucker to wear a tracker wasn’t that hard— what was hard was convincing Sam to wear one. She eventually caved once Danny started sulking for a week straight and almost got hit by a car while doing it.

Danny was happy. He got into Gotham University for aerospace engineering and had a part-time job at an old mechanic shop. His sister was in Metropolis getting a degree in psychology, and Tucker and Sam were together in New York— Tucker studying software engineering and information technology, and Sam studying botany.

Unfortunately, luck wasn’t on his side on a random Wednesday when he missed his alarm. He ran into the nearest coffee shop, but thanks to his fantastic luck, he bumped into someone the moment he entered. And his core fucking purrs at the sight of the guy. He looks tired, on the verge of death, but oh so pretty. Danny could see the hidden muscles that the well-fitting suit concealed. He could feel his core reaching out, trying to connect with this poor guy, and Danny had to physically hold himself back from reaching out while simultaneously wrangling in his core.

After apologies and a coffee date, Danny learned the guy's name and a bunch of other stuff about Tim. They enjoyed it so much that they scheduled another date, which turned into another, and it wasn’t long before they were in a loving relationship.

Danny was worried. When he met Tim, he was immediately obsessed, and when they started dating, it got even worse. He wanted Tim all to himself. He wanted Tim happy. He wanted Tim safe. He wanted to be there when he laughed and cried. He wanted to be with him during his failures and successes. He wanted so much of Tim, he knew it was unhealthy.

So Danny did the only thing that made sense— he acted normal. He held back all those urges and pretended he wasn’t an obsessed freak who wanted to love Tim like there was no tomorrow. He toned it down to what humans would call normal— no human would ever love someone so obsessively and devotedly. That is only something a ghost would do. He was kind, patient, respectful, and understanding.

After a few months, Danny knew that he had to figure out what was wrong with him. After a quick visit to Frostbite, Danny learned that he had a love obsession. According to Frostbite, a love obsession occurs when he finds a partner who his core approves of. It is as simple as that, and Danny was confused but even more worried.

Danny had seen what a love obsession does to you. Just look at Vlad! He was insane! And one of Danny’s worst fears was turning into that. He had seen what Vlad’s obsession had done to his mom— she was cordial at best and downright disgusted at worst, truly only tolerating him for his dad’s sake.

After consulting with Frostbite, Danny learned that since his obsession wasn’t fully formed, he had time to stop it from fully maturing. The only way to do that was to isolate himself from the object of his obsession for about three to six months.

Which was easier said than done.

Because Danny loved Tim.

To Danny, it wasn’t even an option to not love him. After all, what wasn’t there to love about Tim? Tim was smart, passionate, and intelligent— everything to Danny. To stay away from him for six months, when being away from him for even thirty minutes felt like his core was being ripped out, would be absolute torture.

But it would be worth it if it meant that Tim would be okay. He didn’t want to become Vlad. He didn’t want Tim to treat him like his mom treated Vlad.

So instead of asking for a little bit of time away from Tim, Danny decided that the best course of action was to break up with Tim.

Hopefully, on a bad note— so bad that Tim hated him so much that Danny’s core would give up and move on. Liar, a voice hissed. You know your core will break if that happens.

Or maybe they would end on a neutral note, and Tim would move on and find someone better— someone who wasn’t a ghost, someone who could love Tim normally as he deserved— which made Danny’s core ache.

But it was okay.

Because it was for Tim.

(Tu es manques de mon ame = You are missing from my soul)

Do i do part two? who knows

[fizzyapplecandy]

The one with the vampire royals and their doll Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

(Kind of a mood board for the fanfic)

Ateez Seonghwa X Hongjoong X Reader

Genre: vampire Matz x human reader, future poly relationship strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, mild smut, mature language

Words: 2.2k

Your relationship with the boys starts to grow closer

You couldn't sleep properly last night. You kept thinking about the two men, and Hongjoong's proposal of a date. Maybe he thought of it as a friendly date?

You sighed for the hundredth time since 7 o'clock. The thought of going to work wasn't as fun as you wished it'd be. The jitters were too much to deal with right now.

That's when you thought about the cramped bus you had to take to get to your shop. A half an hour drive with people eating onion bagels next to you was not pleasant.

With a sigh you grabbed your bag, heading out of your apartment. You almost missed him when you opened the door to your building.

Oh, who were you kidding? You wouldn't be able to miss that kind of man, ever.

"Good morning princess."

"Hongjoong? What are you doing here?"

The handsome man chuckled. His eyes raked over your form, and you cursed yourself for not putting on a better outfit than your jeans and jumper.

"Don't tell me you forgot?"

He took a few steps closer to you.

"I told you yesterday, didn't I? You're not taking that damn bus anymore. Not when you have me."

"Hongjoong that's ridiculous! You can't drive me to work every morning."

He took you by the hand and walked you over to the passenger door.

"Oh yes I can. If I don't, Seonghwa will. We agreed."

"Don't I have a say in this?"

Hongjoong clasped your seatbelt again, caging you in your seat with his arms. His face was too close, and you could see every little detail on his face.

There wasn't a blemish in sight, and it almost seemed like he had an unusual glow.

"No, unfortunately not. But don't worry, we can compromise on other things."

Before you could make any sort of remark, he swiftly pulled away and closed your door.

"Oh my..." You were worried about having a potential heart attack when you were around him. You weren't sure if that was good, but what do you know?

"How did you sleep princess?"

You shook your head to get out of your daze, glancing at him as he started the car again.

"Um... Good. Yeah, good. You?"

He smirked, almost as if you said something amusing.

"Oh I slept just fine. Could help but dream about you a bit."

"That's... Interesting. What was it about?"

"That I can't tell. I have to keep it to myself, and my husband."

You gasped. "Not fair! I'm the only one left in the dark."

The laugh he let out seemed genuine, and it was smooth like honey.

"Sorry about that sweetie. But I promise I'll tell you about anything else you want to know. How about that?"

You pretend to think about it, turning slightly in your seat towards him.

"Hmm... Let's see..." You looked out the window. Maybe you could get to know more about him and Seonghwa?

"How did you and your husband meet?"

Hongjoong laughed out loud this time. He glanced at you again before shaking his head.

"Was that too personal?"

"No, princess, not at all. I should've expected you to be curious about us."

You could see that you were close to your shop now, and you'd be pretty bummed if you were left without an answer.

"Me and Seonghwa... We go way back. The two of us started off as friends, but it was obvious there were deeper feelings involved." His gaze softened, and his voice was almost a whisper now.

"My father was against our relationship from the start, so we kind of ran away together. One night we ran into some... Trouble. After that, our bond was stronger than ever. I think of him as my soulmate."

Your poor heart. You could tell there was more to the story, and his details were pretty vague, but there was so much love in his eyes it was suffocating.

"That's actually lovely. Not the part where you had to run away... But you made it after all. You two are a great couple."

He pulled up in front of your store before turning his body towards you.

"Thank you. It means a lot. We always felt we've found everything we want in each other..." There seemed to be something else he wanted to say, but before you could question him his phone rang.

"Sorry, just a moment." He smiled while looking at the contract name.

"Hello love. Yes, she's with me. I'm sorry you can't see how beautiful she looks this morning."

You turned away to hide your rosy cheeks.

"Yeah? I'll tell her that. Oh... You sure? Okay, I'll ask her. Love you too, see you soon."

After he hung up, he looked at you and smirked.

"So, my husband seems to be a bit jealous. He wants to know if you'd like him to pick you up tonight?" His hand went to caress your cheek, and you were again surprised with how gentle he was.

"Well... As I've said, you don't have to do that, but you'll just keep insisting. If he wants to do that, he can." Hongjoong slightly pinched your cheek, coming even closer. You could count his eyelashes if you wanted to.

"That... He'll like to hear that."

"Hongjoong."

He sighed. "Yes princess?"

"I have to go now."

It almost seemed like he snapped out of a trance, clearing his throat. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and leaning away from you.

"Yes, I know. I really don't want you to, but oh well... We'll see each other soon."

He wasn't looking at you anymore, and that bothered you. Did you do something wrong? His eyes fluttered open after a moment, and he only glanced in your direction.

"Okay... I'll be off now. See you." You kind of waved before opening the door and sliding out. You could feel his eyes watching you as you moved to open the store up, and the car started as you stepped inside.

He did that yesterday as well, making sure you are safely inside before going his own way. The last few moments between you were a bit strange, but you suppose that's how he is.

You couldn't help but feel excited at the thought of seeing Seonghwa tonight. He was the calmer of the two, that was obvious enough, but you loved how up front he was. You glance at yourself in one of the vintage mirrors hanging from the wall.

You definitely have to spice up your wardrobe to fit the two men.

What on earth were you on about? It was like a snap went off in your head. Who were you to worry about fitting in with them? They only wanted to be friends, right? They were weird, maybe a bit old fashioned, but they were in love with each other. You should feel thankful that they want to spend time with you.

With a sigh, you went to your register to clock in, trying to forget about your ridiculous thoughts.

.

.

Hongjoong barely managed to keep himself composed. He had to look away, because he knew his eyes were starting to change colour. Being as old as he was, he managed to take control over the shift over the years, but Y/N's presence made it difficult.

Her scent, her voice, her eyes, the soft skin he caressed... It all made his brain go into haywire.

He opened the door to their mansion, and he took two steps inside before his husband appeared in front of him.

"How is she? How was it? Is she still shy around you?"

"Well, hello to you too."

Seonghwa grabbed him by his shoulders and chuckled.

"Sorry love, you know how I get."

Hongjoong pecked him on the lips before taking him over to their living room. They sat on the couch in a familiar position, his arms wrapped around Seonghwa as the taller man leaned his back onto him.

"She is fine, maybe a bit tired, but all in all, well. She asked about us."

Seonghwa started stroking Hongjoong's arms.

"Did she? So she's getting curious? That's a good thing."

"She is. I think she liked our story, even though I didn't go into details. But..."

"What? What's wrong?"

Hongjoong sighed, hugging his husband close to him. The rings on their fingers started glistening.

"I couldn't control myself. I had to look away from her, she would have seen my eyes otherwise. I haven't had this much trouble in a long time Hwa."

"I see..."

The older man was lost in thought as he continued to stroke Hongjoong's palm. Was this woman really that powerful? His husband has always been the one more in control with their dark side, only letting it show when they went hunting. You could never tell there was something up with him, aside from the unnaturally cold body temperature.

"Does that mean I have to prepare before I go get her tonight?"

Hongjoong kissed the side of his head, and he felt him nodd.

"I think that would be best. I love you, but you know how you get if you become overly emotional."

"Don't worry about it. I still have a couple of blood bags in the basement. Human blood will keep me satisfied longer." He turned around and pushed Hongjoong onto his back, caging him in with his arms.

"Besides... I know another way to keep myself satiated."

.

.

"Okay, okay. Sangie, I've never gone bowling! Why can't we just go for a cup of coffee?"

Yeosang sighed on the other end of the phone.

"Because Wooyoung wants to set it all up himself. If he wants to go bowling, I won't say no."

You groaned. "Fine. But if I embarrass myself, you better not laugh!"

Hu chuckled, clearing his throat after. "Oh don't worry, Wooyoung will do all the laughing."

You said your goodbyes and hung up the phone. Saturday night is the big night. Yeosang is thrilled about you meeting his boyfriend, but the prospect of bowling makes you nervous. You were a clumsy person by nature, and you always went for activities that didn't require you being overly engaged.

Yeosang was lucky you loved him so much.

You glanced at the old clock and noticed it was almost closing time. There was no Seonghwa in sight, but you didn't want to get your hopes up. Maybe something came up, or maybe he changed his mind. You weren't anyone important in their lives, so you just had to suck it up, even though you could feel the disappointment.

Suddenly, the little bell chimed, and you saw the man occupying your thoughts standing at the entrance.

"Sorry I'm late doll, the traffic was terrible. Next time I'll take that into consideration and leave earlier."

You were a bit lost for words because he was there in all his glory. The suit jacket he wore tonight was more casual than the previous ones, but his shirt was embellished with gold threads.

"Oh, no worries. You really don't have to do this, so I'm not complaining."

He shook his head, coming up to you.

"Nonsense. There is no need for a pretty lady like you to roam the streets at this hour. You don't know what's out there." The smirk he gave you was similar to Hongjoong's, and a shiver went down your spine.

"Let me just close the register, then we can go. I don't want to keep you away from home longer than necessary."

He placed his hands on the counter, leaning closer to you.

"I wouldn't mind one bit, but go on."

It was a miracle how fast and easy you closed up your shop. Maybe the nervousness added to your urgency.

Seonghwa held the door open for you like a gentleman, waited for the door to lock shut, then grabbed your hand. His touch was light, and he held your hand like you were a porcelain doll waiting to break.

"I can't stop admiring how well the bracelet fits you. Hongjoong loves it as well. Come on now, off we go."

You blushed lightly, letting him lead you towards his car. For some reason you didn't think they would have more than one expensive vehicle, but the Porsche in front of you told you otherwise.

Your starstruck expression wasn't missed by Seonghwa, and he chuckled as he led you to the passenger's side.

Like Hongjoong, he buckled you up, and his face was inches apart from yours.

Your breath got caught in your throat while his eyes roamed around your face.

"You're gorgeous, doll. I see why Hongjoong told me to help you settle in."

"Thank you... You're... I've never seen someone so pretty."

It seemed like time stopped for a second, and Seonghwa barely managed to control himself. It was too early to make advances, but he was pleased to have an impact on you.

Without saying another word, he moved away and closed the door. It gave you a second to calm yourself. Where did that comment come from?

"So doll... What do you say we take a little detour tonight? I promise to take you straight home afterwards."

You turned towards him, a bit confused.

"Where do you want to go?"

He smirked, turning the car on.

"You'll see. I have a feeling you'll love it."

With that, he started driving to god knows where, but for some reason you trusted him completely.

Maybe you were naive, but with him by your side, you couldn't care less.

.

.

[poorly-managed]

The other guy was a dick. For sure. It's just. We were all dicks. So really, if it was just a lack of dick-ish-ness the pretender wouldn't have been as welcomed.c

The thing was, this doppelganger did apparently NO research. About this particular dick, and possibly humans.

It started with Becky, who was trying to prove to the rest of us that there was something OBVIOUSLY WRONG with Ken. Who we all were secretly referred to as NK. Not Ken.

Everyone but Becky had figured it out. We were just playing our favorite game: "No one tell her. See how long it takes"

She wasn't exactly in the group for her brians. She was dating Ken.

"Ken. Let's go to karaoke at the bar tonight." Becky said.

She said it flatly. Almost sarcastically. None of the sweetness she usually threw his way. No fluttering lashes or flirtatious giggling.

Ken would normally say "the fuck are you on about?" And look at her like she was the dumb slut he told all her friends she was.

NK gave a strained almost smile and said, "Yes honey. Karaoke. Tonight. Great."

Actual Ken hated karaoke.

New Ken was tone death, like he maybe didn't know what a tune even was.

He learned pretty fast, and he read and spoke English. (As well as Japanese and Spanish, that we knew of). He was just. Never close. To what an average oddball would do. Eons away from what Ken would do.

And like. Okay. We were 100% Sure he was Not Ken. We were 80-90% sure this weirdo was Not Human.

They didn't know, however, if the living body was human, Ken. Whatever.

Yeah. So. The body was NOT human. The bleach and Drano cocktail they gave him made him act funny, but in a "this is what a kindergartener thinks being drunk is" kinda way.

So he didn't die. Except. When they said he should have. Then he sort of "played dead"

Except he didn't really get what that meant. So Becky would find him around the apartment, in different death poses. Becky finally told him actually they were wrong. He wasn't dead. He was back to alive the next day.

None of us are the warm fuzzy type. Most of our lines were drawn not out of empathy. It's just. Sometimes he got the idea how we treated him was just what humans did together with their friends.

We lost Becky before we realized stabbing him was fully out of the question.

If we poison him, we tell him it's something else. We don't let him see us slip needles into his food.

The thing is. this Not Ken is FUN. Some things bug him. Or seem to. Peanuts. Shell fish. Common allergy food. But it was hard to tell if it really bothered him or he had just read somewhere those were bad for humans.

Nothing kills him though. And as long as we're careful, as long as we don't let him see us try to hurt him, NK will do whatever we want.

So yes. The idiot who walks into the bank with the stupidest mask, nothing connecting them to any biological human, and the capacity to take endless rounds and keep moving? We like him better.

Your "friend" has been replaced by a doppelgänger. You aren’t sure where it came from or what it is under the disguise. But you know one thing; you prefer it over the original.

[misshoneyimhome]

What’s up, buttercups!

Please don’t ask me why friends to lovers and secret crush are my go-to tropes with this absolute sweetheart of a goaltender 🙈💕 Someone requested some Woller smut, and I’ve been practicing—but I have to admit, it always seems to come out the same… soft and slow with him 🥰

Anyway, to all my Joe Woll girlies, I hope you still enjoy this piece! 🤗💕

Summary: Rumour had it that you and Auston Matthews were more than just friends—whether dating or simply hooking up. But the truth was, your connection with the team’s captain was purely platonic. Meanwhile, Joseph had been quietly drawn to you from the moment he joined the team, always watching from the sidelines.

Tropes & warnings: friends to lovers, secret crush, Bestfriend!Auston Matthews, Joseph Woll x reader, 18+ smut: fingering, protected sex (vag pen.), oral sex (m receiving)

Word count: 5.5K Requested: yes / no

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Jealousy Looks Good on You I Joseph Woll ✐☆

Joseph wasn’t the kind of guy to let gossip get to him. He knew better than to listen to the locker room chatter, the half-joking, half-serious comments from the guys when they were riding high after a win. But when your name kept coming up in the same breath as Auston’s, something inside him twisted—something dark and unfamiliar.

“You see the way she was looking at him after the game?” Domi had teased one night, unlacing his skates. “Pretty sure she was about two seconds away from jumping him.”

“She’s at all the games, too,” Marner chimed in. “Always waiting for him after. If that’s not a girlfriend move, I don’t know what is.”

Joseph had clenched his jaw, focusing on the tape in his hands, trying—really trying—not to react. Because it wasn’t his business, was it? You weren’t his. You were just… you. Beautiful, confident, always hanging around the team, laughing at something Auston said, wearing his hoodie like it was your own.

That hoodie had been the final straw.

Joseph had caught sight of you in the arena tunnel after a game, standing next to Auston, sipping from a bottle of water like you hadn’t just made his stomach drop through the goddamn floor. His hoodie—Auston’s hoodie—swallowed you up, the sleeves covering half your hands, the collar hanging loose around your collarbone. You’d looked so damn comfortable in it, so at ease, like you’d worn it a hundred times before.

It made Joseph feel sick.

He had forced himself to look away, to walk past without acknowledging you, ignoring the way his chest burned. Because if he stopped—if he let himself think about it—he wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold back the thing clawing at his ribs.

Jealousy.

It was stupid. He had no claim over you. You weren’t his to get jealous over. But damn it, he wanted to be the one you looked at like that. The one who got to be close to you, who got to make you smile in that soft, secret way you always did when you thought no one was looking.

And maybe, if he was honest with himself, he’d wanted that since the moment he first laid eyes on you.

But instead, it was Auston’s arm you tucked yourself under as you whispered something in his ear, giggling as the Leafs’ captain smirked down at you. Joseph turned away sharply, his hands balling into fists at his sides.

He needed to get over this.

Because clearly, whatever was happening between you and Auston—it wasn’t his problem.

Even if it felt like it was.

_

Joseph tried to ignore it. He really did.

But the thing about jealousy? It lingers. It settles into the quiet moments, the ones where his gaze found you without meaning to, where he caught himself listening for your laugh even when he told himself he wouldn’t.

And the worst part?

You weren’t doing anything wrong.

You were warm, easy to be around, the kind of person people naturally gravitated toward. Auston, especially. He was confident, magnetic in a way that made it effortless for him to pull people in—and you fit seamlessly into his orbit.

Joseph wasn’t like that.

He wasn’t the loudest in the room, wasn’t the one cracking jokes in the locker room or pulling you into teasing banter. He was steady, patient, the guy who kept his head down and did the work.

And yet, he wanted to be the one you turned to first.

The one who made you smile without trying, the one who knew exactly what to say to make your eyes light up.

It shouldn’t have bothered him. But it did.

And after a while, it started to wear on him.

He found himself pulling back. Not intentionally, but enough that you noticed. When you found him after a game, ready to congratulate him, he gave a short nod and a clipped, “Thanks.” When you lingered around the team, waiting for Auston, Joseph looked the other way.

It wasn’t fair, and he knew it.

But it was easier to distance himself than to admit how badly he wanted something he wasn’t sure he could have.

It didn’t take long for you to call him out on it, though.

“Hey Joe,” you said one day after training, your voice soft and gentle. “Can I ask you something?”

He simply nodded.

“Are you… are you mad at me or something?”

Joseph barely glanced up, focused on tossing his gear into his bag. “No.”

You hesitated. “Really? Because you’ve been acting a bit weird lately.”

His grip tightened on the strap of his bag, but he forced himself to keep his expression neutral. “I’ve just been busy.”

A small frown pulled at your lips. “Too busy to talk to me?” 

The quiet concern in your voice made something tighten in his chest. Joseph exhaled, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. He hated this—hated feeling like this, hated how much space you took up in his head when he had no right to want you the way he did.

“You barely look at me anymore,” you continued softly, stepping a little closer. “Did I… did I do something?”

His stomach twisted. Because the truth was, you hadn’t done anything wrong. Not really. But that didn’t stop the jealousy, the frustration, the way it gnawed at him every time he saw you with Auston. He swallowed, staring at the floor. “No, you didn’t.”

“Then what is it?”

Joseph let out a quiet sigh. He should have walked away. He should have just shaken his head and left it at that. But instead, the words slipped out before he could stop them. “Why do you even care?”

The moment the question left his lips, your brows furrowed, confusion flickering across your face. “What?”

He finally looked at you then, forcing himself to hold your gaze even as his pulse thrummed beneath his skin. “Why do you care if I talk to you or not?” His voice was quieter this time, but there was something else in it. Something fragile.

Your lips parted, but no words came.

Joseph took a breath, shaking his head, the corner of his mouth pulling into something almost self-deprecating. “Never mind. You probably need to get back to Matthews.”

The second the words left his mouth, regret settled in his chest like a stone.

You blinked at him, your expression shifting—not angry, not even upset. Just… surprised. Like something was clicking into place.

Joseph opened his mouth, like he wanted to take it back, but before he could, a voice called from across the room.

“Woll! Let’s go!” Matthew Knies stood near the exit, waiting. The rest of the team was heading out, and Joseph hesitated, his gaze flickering back to you one last time before he gave a short nod.

“I better go,” he muttered.

And then he was gone.

You stood there for a long moment, your heart pounding in your chest. Joseph’s words echoed in your mind, looping over and over—

“Why do you even care?”“Never mind. You probably need to get back to Matthews.”

It wasn’t like you hadn’t heard the rumours before. They’d been floating around for a while, nothing more than background noise, something you brushed off without much thought. Because you knew they weren’t true.

Auston was a good friend. A close one, sure, but never more than that. He wasn’t someone you’d ever considered as a romantic partner.

Not like Joseph.

_

It was about a week later when you found yourself standing in the hallway of the training facility, casually chatting with Auston and a few of his friends. Some of the guys from the team had joined in, filling the space with easy conversation and laughter.

Auston had always liked Joseph. He admired him as a teammate and respected his quiet, hardworking nature. But Auston’s friends? They weren’t always as kind.

So, when Joseph and Knies wandered over, joining the group, it wasn’t a surprise when someone made a teasing comment.

“You know,” one of Auston’s friends started, grinning. “Y/N’s in need of a date.”

You chuckled lightly, rolling your eyes, but before you could brush it off, they turned their attention to Joseph.

“Woll, what do you say?” they asked playfully. “You interested?”

It was meant as a joke—just harmless locker room banter. But the moment Joseph’s cheeks flushed, the energy shifted.

“Hold on,” someone else interjected, pointing at him. “Are you… in love with Y/N or something?”

The laughter around you was immediate, a mix of genuine amusement and teasing.

Joseph didn’t say anything. He didn’t deny it. He didn’t even meet your eyes. And that was all it  took.

“Oh my god,” someone else laughed. “He is! The sweet, innocent, mr. romantic piano goaltender, Joe Woller, is in love with Y/N!”

The group erupted again, but you weren’t paying attention to them. Your gaze was locked on Joseph.

But he still wasn’t looking at you, his expression carefully blank, shoulders tense. As the team’s goaltender, he was skilled at tuning out the noise, at blocking out distractions. But this? This wasn’t just noise.

And Matthew Knies noticed, too.

So, with a quiet, knowing look, he clapped Joseph on the back and muttered something before steering him away from the group. 

They walked away, and the laughter faded as the topic shifted, but you couldn’t let it go. Couldn’t let him go.

So, you ran after him.

“Joe. Wait.”

He didn’t stop at first, his long strides taking him down the hall, but when Knies saw you following, he gave Joseph a gentle push and stepped aside, leaving the two of you alone.

Joseph finally turned; his face unreadable. “What?” His voice was quiet, guarded.

You took a slow breath, suddenly feeling more nervous than you ever had before. “Joe… is it… is it true?” you asked carefully. “What they said about… you and… me?”

Joseph hesitated. The silence stretched between you, thick with everything unspoken.

Your chest tightened, but then, slowly, a smile tugged at your lips. “Joe,” you said softly, tilting your head. “I like you too.”

His eyes snapped to yours, surprise flashing across his face. “What?”

You laughed lightly, shaking your head. “Yeah, I like you too. I have for a while…”

He just stood there, staring at you, like he wasn’t sure he’d heard you right. Like he’d spent so long convincing himself he couldn’t have you that he never considered what would happen if you wanted him back. And now that you were standing here, telling him exactly that.

You shifted on your feet, your heart racing in your chest. “Joe?”

He blinked, like he was snapping out of something, but still—he didn’t say anything.

You swallowed, feeling a little nervous now. “I mean it,” you continued, softer this time. “But you don’t have to say anything,” you then murmured. “I just… I wanted you to know.”

Joseph inhaled sharply.

For months, he had been convincing himself that what he felt for you was unspoken for a reason. That it was better this way—keeping you at arm’s length, pretending he didn’t care, swallowing down every flicker of jealousy whenever you laughed too easily with Auston or looked too comfortable in his orbit.

And now here you were, standing in front of him, saying everything he had never let himself hope for.

That you liked him. That you had liked him for a while. He wanted to say something. Anything. But the words caught in his throat. So instead, he did the only thing he could. He reached for you.

His fingers brushed against yours, hesitant at first, like he wasn’t sure if he had permission. But when you didn’t pull away—when your fingers curled around his in response—something in him broke.

Joseph exhaled, his shoulders dropping slightly. “I—” But he didn’t get to finish.

Because just then, you lifted yourself onto your toes and pressed your lips to his. It was gentle. Soft. Not desperate or rushed—just something unspoken finally given the space to exist.

Joseph froze for half a second, like his brain hadn’t caught up to what was happening. But then—slowly, carefully—he kissed you back.

His hand lifted, fingertips grazing your jaw, hesitant at first. Like he was still afraid this wasn’t real, like if he held you too tightly, you’d slip right through his fingers.

But you didn’t. You stayed.

Your hands curled into the fabric of his hoodie, pulling him a little closer, and that was all it took for something in him to give way.

Joseph exhaled against your lips, his grip tightening ever so slightly, like he was grounding himself in this moment—in you. And God, he wanted to stay here forever.

The hallway around you felt far away, the world outside this moment blurred into nothing. It was just you and him. Finally.

When you eventually pulled back, your noses brushed, your breath warm against his skin. You smiled. “Joe,” you murmured. “I really like you.”

He huffed out something close to a laugh, shaking his head slightly, still dazed. “I got that part,” he murmured back.

You grinned. “Good.”

For a moment, neither of you moved. You just stood there, your fingers still curled into his hoodie, his hand still resting lightly against your face. It wasn’t loud or dramatic. It wasn’t some grand declaration. But it was real. And that was enough.

_

Joseph wanted to do it right. Romantic. Sweet. Slow.

A proper date, planned carefully on one of his rare nights off, with another day off to follow. No rush, no distractions—just the two of you, together, the way he’d been dreaming of for months. But it wasn’t as easy as he’d thought.

From the moment he picked you up, from the second you greeted him with a soft kiss and that radiant smile, the tension between you both crackled in the air. It had been building for too long, after all.

Neither of you needed to fill the silence with small talk—you already knew each other so well. The comfort between you was effortless, but underneath it, there was something else. Something simmering just beneath the surface.

It was in the way his hand hovered just shy of your waist as he led you through the restaurant door. In the way your fingers brushed against his when you passed him the menu. In the way you caught each other staring more than once, a soft blush dusting your cheeks every time.

It was in the way he swallowed hard when you laughed, in the way his eyes flickered down to your lips before he caught himself and forced his gaze away.

You both had to hold back.

You wanted to kiss. To touch. To feel.

But you waited, both of you silently agreeing to keep it together, to take things slow, to let the night unfold without giving in too quickly. And somehow, you made it through dinner, through the lingering moments of stolen glances and barely-there touches.

But then he drove you home. And when he walked you to your door, everything changed. There was a pause, a brief moment of hesitation as you both stood there, neither wanting to overstep.

Joseph was a gentleman. He always had been. And under any other circumstance, you would have appreciated that. But right now? Right now, his restraint was driving you insane.

You didn’t want polite. You wanted him.

And when he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against your lips—a simple goodnight kiss, nothing more—you knew that wasn’t enough.

So, before he could pull away, before he could say goodnight and leave you standing there with your heart racing and your body aching for more, you reached for him. Pulled him in again. And this time, it wasn’t gentle. This time, the kiss was deeper, more urgent.

Joseph inhaled sharply, but he didn’t resist. His hands found your waist, gripping you like he’d been dying to, like he was finally letting himself want in a way he hadn’t allowed before. By the time you pulled away, both of you were breathless.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his jacket, anchoring yourself, keeping him close. You hesitated for half a second before making the decision—one that had been weeks, months in the making.

“Want to come inside?”

And that was it. That was all it took. Joseph exhaled, his resolve slipping, his control snapping like a frayed thread. Because he was only human. A human with needs. With longing. With desire. And he wanted you.

The moment you stepped inside, coats were discarded, barely making it to the hooks before falling to the floor. There was no pause, no hesitation—just the magnetic pull of months of restraint snapping at once.

You made your way straight to the bedroom, your bodies moving together in a frenzied rhythm, lips never breaking apart.

Clothes formed a trail in your wake, scattered carelessly as hands roamed and breaths deepened, the air thick with longing and need.

As the backs of your knees hit the edge of the mattress, your palms slid over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin, the tension in his muscles as he held himself back.

Joseph exhaled sharply at your touch, his hands steady but eager as they skimmed up your sides, slipping beneath your shirt. His fingers, deft and skilled, traced over your ribs before tugging the fabric up and over your head, tossing it aside without a second thought.

Then his hands moved behind you, fingers brushing against your back as he worked the clasp of your bra with practiced ease. The garment slid away, and he pulled back just enough to look at you—eyes dark, lips parted, breath uneven.

For a brief moment, everything slowed. His hands traced the newly exposed skin, massaging your breasts, reverent and careful, as if memorising every inch. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough with something deeper than just desire.

Your breath hitched, heat pooling low in your stomach as your fingers reached for his belt, unbuckling it with slow, deliberate movements. “Joe,” you whispered, meeting his gaze, voice barely above a breath. “I need you.”

Joseph’s jaw clenched, his breath coming in slow, measured exhales as if he were holding himself back.

But you didn’t want him to hold back. You urged him on, slipping the leather from its loops, pushing him toward the edge of restraint.

And then, finally, he gave in.

His trousers hit the floor with a quiet rustle, quickly followed by the last remaining layers of fabric between you. His arousal was evident, pressed against you, hard and throbbing. The feel of him—all of him—made a sharp heat curl deep in your stomach, an ache so strong you almost whimpered at the contact.

Lying back on the mattress, Joseph hovered over you, his hands braced on either side of your head, his breath uneven as he tried to keep himself together. But you could feel it—how much he wanted this. How much you wanted this.

Your legs parted instinctively, your body seeking his, your hips shifting just enough that his hardness pressed firmly against your core, drawing a quiet gasp from both of you.

His forehead pressed against yours, his lips hovering just above yours, his entire body tense with restraint. “You have protection?” His voice was rough, almost hesitant, like part of him was afraid you’d change your mind.

You nodded, your fingers trailing over his back, nails scraping lightly as you whispered, “Bottom drawer.”

Joseph let out a shaky breath, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple before reaching over, fumbling blindly for the handle of the drawer. His other hand never stopped touching you, his fingers trailing absent, soothing patterns against your skin, as if grounding himself.

You watched him, your own breaths shallow, anticipation thick between you. “Here, let me,” you murmured, your voice soft yet certain.

Joseph exhaled slowly, nodding as you took over, your fingers brushing against his as you retrieved what you needed. The warmth of your touch sent a shiver down his spine, his entire body tense with restraint as he watched you roll on the condom with careful precision.

And then, instead of letting him take control, you gently guided him to lie back against the pillows.

His blue eyes flickered with something unreadable—surprise, awe, desire—as you straddled him, your thighs framing his hips, your hands resting on his chest. His heart was hammering beneath your fingertips, the steady rise and fall of his breath unsteady, almost shaky.

You leaned down, brushing your lips over his in a lingering, teasing kiss before shifting your hips, dragging your folds against his length, slow and steady.

Joseph let out a sharp breath, his fingers gripping your waist, his jaw tightening as he fought to keep himself together. You both wanted more—craved more—but he was determined to make this perfect. Unhurried. Something that felt as incredible as it should, something neither of you would ever forget.

So, you took your time.

The slow drag of your heat against him had you both trembling, pleasure simmering just beneath the surface, building with each slow, steady movement. Then, finally, finally, you allowed him to enter you.

You gasped as you sank onto him, your body stretching to accommodate his length, the sensation sending a wave of heat through your entire body. Joseph let out a low, guttural moan, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he fought to keep his control.

“Jesus,” he whispered, voice wrecked.

You braced your hands against his chest, steadying yourself as you adjusted, feeling every inch of him buried inside you. And then you moved.

Slow at first, rolling your hips, letting the pleasure wash over you both, your breaths coming in unsteady gasps as the sensation grew more intense with every shift, every movement.

Joseph’s hands roamed up your back, over your waist, down to your thighs, his grip firm but reverent, like he was savouring every second.

“You’re—” He broke off with a shaky inhale, his head tilting back against the pillow, eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment before locking onto yours again, completely consumed by the feeling of you.

You leaned down, pressing a kiss to his jaw, his neck, whispering against his skin.

“I’m yours, Joe.”

Joseph’s breath hitched, and then, with a quiet groan, he flipped you onto your back in one fluid motion, his body pressing into yours, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was deep, desperate, completely consuming.

Your hands found his back as he moved inside you with deep, purposeful thrusts, each one sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. He wasn’t rough, wasn’t rushed—just deep, so deep, his body in perfect rhythm with yours, pushing you both closer to the release you were so desperately chasing.

The room was filled with nothing but the sounds of your mingled moans, ragged breaths, heated skin meeting again and again.

Joseph’s jaw clenched, his body tensed, fingers fisting the sheets, as his control slipped but his focus was still on you. He wanted—needed—you to come before he let himself go.

So, he let one hand brace against the mattress for leverage while the other slid between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit with practiced ease. 

The combination of his skilled touch, the way he filled you so perfectly, the weight of him pressing you into the sheets—it was all too much. A sharp gasp escaped your lips, your back arching as your fingers gripped onto his shoulders.

“Joe… I’m—”

His lips brushed against yours, his voice rough and breathless. “Yes, mmm, come with me.”

And indeed you did.

Your release shattered through you, pleasure spiralling out from the core of your body in waves so intense it left you trembling beneath him.

And the way you clenched around him sent him over the edge right after you, a broken moan slipping past his lips as he lost himself completely, his motions turning ragged and desperate as he chased his own climax. Finally, he let go, his body shuddering as he spilled into the latex, his forehead dropping to yours, his breath coming in harsh, uneven pants.

For a moment, neither of you moved, still caught in the aftershocks of what had just happened.

Then Joseph let out a slow, shaky breath, his lips brushing against your temple as he whispered, “I’m so in love with you.”

You smiled, still breathless, wrapping your arms around him, holding him close. This had been everything—more than everything.

And as Joseph kissed you again, slow and sweet this time, you knew without a doubt—This was just the beginning.

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Soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. The air was still thick with the remnants of last night—heat, passion, and the quiet hum of satisfaction that lingered between tangled sheets and bare skin.

You stood in the doorway, watching Joseph sleep, your lips curling into a slow smile.

He looked so peaceful, his bare chest rising and falling in steady breaths, his features relaxed in a way they never were when he was on the ice, under pressure. Here, he was just Joe—yours, and completely at ease.

But the longer you stood there, the stronger the pull became. You needed to touch him again.

So, moving slowly, yet with purpose, you crossed the room, slipping beneath the sheets with him. The warmth of his body welcomed you instantly, your fingers brushing gently over his arm, his shoulder, up to his jaw.

Joseph let out a soft, tired groan as he stirred, shifting beneath your touch, his lashes fluttering slightly before his lips parted in a slow inhale.

You leaned down, your lips ghosting over his cheek, his jawline, the warmth of your breath teasing his skin. Then you kissed him.

He responded instinctively, his lips moving against yours in a slow, sleepy kiss, still laced with drowsiness. “Haven’t brushed my teeth yet…” he murmured against your lips, voice rough with sleep.

“Don’t care…” you whispered back, deepening the kiss, pouring every bit of morning heat into it.

His lips were soft, warm, and when you kissed him deeper, he let out a quiet, appreciative sound from the back of his throat.

Your kisses trailed lower, following the strong line of his jaw, over the curve of his collarbone, down to his chest. You could feel the heat of him, the way his body responded even before his mind had fully woken up. Your hands traced over his skin, fingers mapping every muscle, every inch of him.

And as you moved lower, the sheets shifted with you, revealing that Joseph had been sleeping completely naked—evidence of last night’s actions. You smiled against his abdomen, pressing a lingering kiss just above his navel.

Then, you went further.

Joseph let out a slow exhale, his breath hitching slightly as your lips traced lower.

“Looks like a part of you is already awake…” you teased, your voice a playful whisper.

Joseph chuckled lightly, the sound still husky from sleep. “Well, it is the morning.”

You hummed in response, dragging your lips just along the inside of his thigh, deliberately slow, deliberately teasing.

“Mmm.” You simply hummed, your fingers skimming along his stomach as you kissed around his hard cock, feeling the way his body tensed, the way his breath deepened in anticipation.

Joseph let out a sharp inhale as your lips brushed over him, his body tensing ever so slightly beneath you. His fingers twitched against the sheets, his breaths growing heavier, deeper—his body slowly waking in a different way. His stomach tightened as you placed another soft, lingering kiss at the base of him, teasing, savouring.

“Fuck…” he exhaled, his voice still thick with sleep, laced with something deeper.

You smiled against his skin, pleased by his reaction. “Relax, Joe,” you murmured, your fingers ghosting over his hips, your nails dragging lightly as you moved.

His head tilted back against the pillow, eyes fluttering shut as your lips moved further, taking your time, letting your tongue flick lightly over the sensitive skin. His whole body tensed for a second before he let out another ragged breath, a quiet groan slipping past his lips.

“Jesus, Y/N… that’s—”

You hummed in response, the vibration of it making him shudder.

You took him into your mouth slowly, savouring the way he reacted—his grip tightening on the sheets, the way his abs tensed, the way his lips parted as a low, guttural moan escaped him.

“You’re killing me,” he groaned, his fingers finally reaching for you, brushing against your hair as though he needed to touch you, needed something to ground him.

You hollowed your cheeks slightly, taking him deeper, your hand gripping the base of him, working in tandem with your mouth.

Joseph swore, his hips jerking slightly before he forced himself to stay still. He was always so composed, so controlled—but now, with you, he was unravelling.

You kept your pace slow, teasing, enjoying the way he reacted to every movement, every flick of your tongue, every gentle squeeze of your fingers. You saliva dripped from the corners of your mouth, working as lube for your palm.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he murmured, his voice deeper now, raspier.

You looked up at him through your lashes, and the sight nearly undid him—your lips wrapped around him, your eyes dark with mischief, so fucking pleased with yourself.

“Y/N—” he groaned, his grip tightening slightly, his chest rising and falling in sharp breaths.

You could feel how close he was, how his body tensed, how his stomach clenched beneath your fingertips. 

“Wait—stop,” he suddenly rasped, his voice hoarse.

You pulled back, blinking up at him, lips slightly swollen, a teasing smirk playing on your lips. “Something wrong?”

Joseph let out a shaky laugh, dragging a hand through his hair before looking at you, his blue eyes dark, filled with something heated. “If you keep going, I’m gonna come…”

You knew you weren’t making it easy for him. Your teasing smirk widened as you shifted between his legs, your fingers ghosting over his thighs, your lips hovering just above his cock.

“That’s the point, love.”

He let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head as he gazed down at you, his blue eyes dark and hooded with something dangerous—desperation, need, want. “You’re really trying to kill me, aren’t you?” he rasped, his voice hoarse, thick with restraint.

You hummed, dragging your lips slowly along the inside of his thigh, your breath hot against his skin. “You say that like it’s a bad thing…”

Joseph let out a low groan, his head tipping back against the pillow as his hands fisted the sheets.

And then, before he could protest again, you took him back into your mouth, slow and deliberate, savouring the way his body tensed, the way his hips instinctively lifted toward your warmth.

“Fuck—”

His hand shot down, fingers threading through your hair as you moved, his breath coming in sharp gasps, his body tight beneath your touch.

You didn’t rush. You wanted to please him.

Your tongue flicked over his length, your hand working simultaneously, stroking where your mouth didn’t reach. You could feel him tremble beneath you, his grip on your hair tightening, his stomach tensing as he tried so hard to hold on.

But you could tell—he was close. And you wanted to see him break.

Your pace quickened, your fingers tightening around the base of him as you took him deeper, hollowing your cheeks just enough to have him swearing under his breath.

“Y/N—shit, I—” His voice cut off into a strangled moan, his body tensing beneath you, and then—

He came. A deep, wrecked groan tore from his throat, his hips jerking as he came undone, his body trembling as he spilled into your mouth.

You swallowed him down, slow, and deliberate, savouring every second of his release, until he was twitching from overstimulation, his fingers weakly gripping your hair, his breath ragged.

You pulled back, wiping the corner of your mouth with the pad of your thumb, your gaze flickering up to meet his.

Joseph was wrecked. His head was tilted back, his chest still rising and falling unevenly, his blue eyes hooded and dark as he looked at you like you had just completely ruined him. Which, honestly—you had.

“Jesus Christ,” he exhaled, dragging a hand through his already-messy hair, his voice still hoarse.

You smirked, crawling back up his body, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to his lips. “Told you that was the point.”

Joseph let out another breathless laugh, shaking his head before flipping you onto your back in one smooth motion, his weight pressing you into the mattress. His lips ghosted over your ear, his voice low and dangerous.

“My turn.”

And just like that, the morning was far from over.

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Mission: Love Birds(AnnKatrinBergerXJessCarterXKeiraWalshXBergerReader)

Summary: you have a big crush on your ex teammates Keira. You Play for FC Barcelona still. At national Camp you Talk to your older sister Ann Katrin about her and she ends up talking to Jess about you having a thing for Keira.

You are roommates with your older sister. Which you both loved cause you barely saw one another. You currently were unpacking your stuff.

"so did you finally got together with Keira or are you still Dancing around one another?" Your sister asked.

"No we are not together!" You told her and sighed. Your sister gave you a confused look.

"You clearly have a thing for one another! Otherwise you wouldn't have hooked up so many time while she was still in Barcelona with you!" She stated. You nodded your head softly.

"i mean yes, we clearly like one another but it's complicated! For one, Lucy is my best friend and Keira is her ex!" You tried to explain. "She didn't mind us hooking up but i don't know If she would Like me Dating her ex!" You explained. Your sister rolled her eyes at you.

"i am quite sure If she is fine with you and her between the Sheets, she would be fine with you making her Happy and be with her for real!" Anne answered. You couldn't really argue with that Logic.

"okay yes you might be right! But i don't know how to start this conversation!" You told her.

At the same time Keira was sitting in the gaming room at England Camp. She was deep in thoughts . So Lucy walked over to her and sat with her.

"Keira? What's going on? Are you okay?" She asked her. Keira took a few seconds to realize someone was talking to her.

"luce, yeah i am okay. just thinking. You know?" She explained and sighed softly.

"thinking about what?" Your best friend wanted to know.

"i can't seem to get over y/n." She admitted. Lucy smirked softly.

"you are in love with my best friend? Not surprised! It's quite obvious to everyone! Why don't you tell her?" Lucy wanted to know.

"cause things are complicated!" Keira stated.

"why is that?" She asked and looked confused. "you both like eachother." Lucy added.

"cause Long Distance can be tough! As you may know!" Keira said. Lucy rolled her eyes, playfully.

"i know it can be tough, but it also is so worth it!"Lucy answered.

A few hours later you were playing FC 2025 with Lea & Klara while your sister was in your room, calling Jess.

"No i am serious she looks like a kicked puppy! We need to do something!" Anne told her girlfriend. Jess sighed softly.

"from what i have seen today, Keira is the same. I saw Lucy talking to her today. And i heard y/n's name being mentioned!" Jess admitted.

"See, let's figure something out. We can involve Lucy cause sounds like she already is on board with this!" Anne said.

Jess actually went to Lucy about this.

"Lucy, we have to figure something out about Keira and y/n! Anne said y/n looks just as miserable as Keira does. All the two have to do is ask one another if they should give it a try both of them are anxiety filled messes!" Jess stated. Lucy laughed softly.

"yeah that sounds like them! Let's do this!" Lucy answered.

What they didn't know was that something was happening right now at German National Camp. Something that might make things work out for you without them even having to do anything.

You were having a practice game when you were practicing Corners and Klara accidentally landed on top of your arm cause there was alot of pushing going on. The crack was heard on the entire Pitch. Your sister was by your side really quickly.

"it's okay, it's okay. I got you!" She said as you sat up. Sitting against her now. The medics coming over right away.

"i am so sorry, y/n!" Klara felt really bad.

"not your fault!" You breathed out. Trying not to look at your arm, which clearly was broken. You were taken to the hospital for X-rays.

After that practice was cut short. Anne called Jess to let her know what had just happened. And Jess promised to inform Lucy. Since she was your best friend.

"Lucy! Y/n got hurt during practice today! It Sounds like her arm is broken! She is still at the hospital though!" Jess told her. Keira was with her so she heard it as well.

"oh no! That's terrible! I will call her soon to Check in!" Lucy answered.

"i will call her as well! I feel bad for her that Camp is over for her!" Keira stated.

"yeah me too!" Jess said gently and sighed.

Indeed your arm was broken, but you didn't need surgery. So that was good. But you did make the decision since Camp was over for you, that you would go and see Keira and finally asked her to be yours!

So you flew to see the lionesses, Jess picking you up from the Lobby to show you up to Keiras room, the one she was sharing with Leah. When you knocked on the door Leah opened it. Smirking softly to herself.

"Keira? There is someone here for you!" Leah stated. Keira was confused and walked over to the door.

"y/n? What are you doing here?" She asked but gently took your hand to pull you inside. Leah quickly slipped out of the room to leave the two alone to talk.

"i needed to see you! The entire time i was at Camp, which wasn't that long...but still...i was thinking about you! I think about you alot actually and i want to be with you! I Hope you want that as well! Cause otherwise i just made a fool out of myself!" You explained to her. She pulled you in for a kiss, and you happily kissed back.

"i am all in!" She said when she pulled away. Smiling at you.

You May ask yourself if love making was possible with a broken arm. Yes it was.

Everyone was glad you two finally have gotten together. So you left the next morning with a smile on your face and flew back to Barcelona where some of your Friends were already waiting on the Gossip. One of them was Olga, Alexias girlfriend.

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which of the hq duos would fake date and why + would they be convincing

I dont think any of my usual duos would have a reason or inclination to fake date based on canon so I'll have to make up some scenarios to make a few answers

i think Tsukkiyama would fake date with the express purpose of pulling a "gotcha" on Hinata and/or Kageyama. like this is something theyre on the same page about - maybe Hinata is joking about none of them being cool enough to get a girlfriend and girls wont like them if they dont stop being so aloof and mean and Tsukki is just like "wow homophobic much? Im literally dating Yamaguchi" and hinata immediately panics and is like "WAIT WHAT NO I DIDNT KNOW THAT WHAT DO YOU MEAN-" and Yamaguchi is just shaking his head in the background like "come on hinata dont assume things" and Hinata is just "NO I DIDNT-" anyway they'd pull this off flawlessly and everyone would believe them and then like 6 months later Hinata would be like "so when did you and yamaguchi get together?" And Tsukishima would have no memory of this and go "uh?????????????????? What now????" And Hinata would say something insane like "im not asking to judge you im not homophobic i just am curious" and Tsukishima wouldnt have any idea why he's being cornered by hinata right now about being gay

i think mattsun and makki would fake date to throw off Iwa and Oikawa but they'd be way too over dramatic about it and nobody would believe them but theyd use it to mock and torment their friends. The kissing was weirdly realistic though they didnt have to do that.

i think daichi and suga might try for like an april fools prank or something similar where theyd be like "hahaha this is going to be so funny everyones going to be so shocked" and then literally nobody is shocked at all and everyone believes them immediately and then theyre just two dudes holding hands in the club room and eventually daichi says something like "is nobody gonna notice that we're holding hands what the hell" and without missing a beat Tanaka is like "is that not how you normally walk together?" And theyre both just like... NO? WHAT DO YOU MEAN??? anyway everyone would believe them but thats mostly because they were sort of already believing it before they even tried

i also think Tendou and Ushijima wouldnt necessarily fake date intentionally, but I think Tendou would tell people they are as a joke, and sort of be like "haha yeah thats my boyfriend youre talking about so be nice!!" Sort of as a bit where nobody believes him and hes not trying to convince them, just making fun of the fact that theyre really close friends. and then one day Goshiki wonders if Tendou isnt actually joking (would be just like him) and calls to Ushijima "Hey Ushiwaka are you Tendou's boyfriend?" And Ushijima would be super casual about it and reply something like: "What? Oh, yes." And everyone in the locker room starts freaking out because is Ushijima just making the same friend joke Tendou was, did he misunderstand boyfriend as Boy Friend, or is he actually dating Tendou and considers himself his boyfriend???? Tendou himself has no idea. they are so effective at fake dating that Tendou isnt even sure if it's fake or not.

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Drunk - Leon Kennedy

Words: 2.3k

Summary: (set not long after the Raccoon City Incident) Leon is busy being sad at the bar, shocked to finally see a familiar face.

CW: alcohol consumption, also written by someone who doesn't know anything about alcohol consumption lol, language, I headcanon Leon did football in high school.

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It was safe to say the life of Leon Kennedy was absolute ass. 

His life pretty much just started too, finally graduating the police academy and given the opportunity to live out his dream as a police officer. Which didn’t work out. Big zombie-virus outbreak and all. 

Being forced to work for the US government was not on his bucket list. He was honestly ready to move to a small town with a population of, like, a thousand people, and be an officer there. No drama. Just sitting in a police cruiser looking for traffic violations. After everything that happened at Racoon City, he was in need of a boring life. 

The US government had different plans. 

And he hated it. 

So, there he was, at his favorite place ever now since moving to Washington D.C…. this bar filled to the brim with sad bikers and businessmen. A strange mix, but the drunken stories he heard were always interesting. At least, in his own drunken mind. 

Tonight, the usual cast was there. Tony, this biker who was always getting into troubles with his ol’ lady (and the mob), Juan, another biker who felt ever so lonely due to never being able to find a woman, and Don, a guy who worked at this tech company who felt bad for constantly cheating on his wife. 

Leon did not like Don. 

But he took his seat with them, the small group taking turns detailing their woes and despair as they drank their beers. Tony’s ol’ lady wanted him to leave his motorcycle club. Juan had a date who stood him up. Don had gone fifteen days not cheating on his wife, but was getting “urges”. 

“Why don’t you just get a divorce already?” Leon had asked gruffly, taking a large swig of his drink, “You obviously don’t like your wife. Let the poor woman go, she deserves better,” 

“No no no,” the older man shook his head, running his fingers through his hair. What was left of it. He was beginning to bald, a large patch of hair already long gone. “I love her, I do. I just have to control these urges.”

Weirdo. 

Leon bit his tongue. He thought cheaters were scum. He thought Don was scum. But he did not want to lose a drinking buddy. No matter how gross Leon thought this guy was. 

Don opened his mouth to say something else, pausing when he very noticeably craned his head past Leon’s shoulder, looking past not just him, but Tony and Juan as well. “Shit. It’s so hard to control myself. That woman is a beauty,”

“Don, are you serious?” Tony rolled his eyes in disgust. Leon was sure none of them really liked this guy. “Is this chronic or something? How the hell-”

As soon as Leon turned his head in curiosity, he wasn’t listening. The bickering of his drinking pals was background noise as his eyes landed on the woman Don was eyeing. The most beautiful woman Leon has ever seen in his twenty-two years of living. 

His fucking high school crush. 

Y/N. The stereotypical popular girl. A cheerleader who dated this football player. Homecoming and prom queen. Popular, but also incredibly smart and kind and just so perfect. Leon was a football player himself back in high school, and was actually friends with her boyfriend. So he never dared make a move on her. He respected his friend too much. 

Last he heard, Y/N and her boyfriend had broken up. Not because of anything malicious, but they were going to different universities and didn’t want to do long distance. Respectable reasoning. Considering how much of a wonderful woman Y/N was, Leon was sure she was seeing someone else right now. 

But then… why would she be by herself at a bar? 

He cleared his throat awkwardly, looking straight in front of him. An array of different liquors and bottles of alcohol lined up neatly on shelves. Yes, yes, he will look at that. 

“God,” Don groaned dramatically, head going into his hands, “She’s gorgeous,”

“She's too young for you,” Leon interjected immediately, suddenly feeling quite protective over Y/N, as if he were in high school again. The girl he always stared at from across the classroom, across the lunch table, across the street. They were fucking neighbors.

Always being around her, but not being able to have her was complete torture. 

“Girls love older men,” 

He rolled his eyes, “Not her,”

“How would you know?” Now the older man was getting annoyed, gesturing for the bartender to get him another bottle of beer. 

“Um, just a feeling,” Leon took this as a chance to get his third bottle, politely thanking the bartender. “She just doesn’t look like the type-”

“-Leon?”

Ohhhh shit. He didn’t need to turn around to figure out who the owner of that melodic voice was. Who was the owner of that sweet sound he used to hear every day for four years straight. He knew right away. 

“Oh!” he tried to play it cool as he turned around to face her, “Y/N! You live in D.C. now?” 

Juan was the first of his little friend group to speak, “You know her?” Why did he sound so shocked Leon knew a gorgeous woman? To be fair, Leon did constantly complain about loneliness. The whole point of this little group was to complain about their sad, lonely lives. 

“Yeah!” Leon tried to hide his excitement, hide the joy he felt seeing her. Playing cool completely flew out the window as soon as she smiled at him. It was that easy. “We knew each other in high school!” 

“It’s so nice to see you, especially right now,” Y/N groaned, throwing her arms around him in a hug.

Damn, he didn’t realize how much he needed that. A hug. A familiar face. 

Comfort. 

“What happened?” his arms went around her waist tightly, bringing her against him. Practically on his lap, but he was feeling rather typsy and didn’t think much of it. 

“Ooh, you worked out a lot,” she ignored the question, poking at his bicep, “You’re so much bigger than I remember!”  Her words made his cheeks flush red, and she continued: “Oh, and I’m here because I’ve been broken hearted and in need of getting drunk. You?”

“Well, I’m here because I’m incredibly lonely and in need of getting drunk,” With a grin, he stood up, hands still placed boldly on her hips, “How about we get ourselves a table?” He faced his drinking buddies, who were all looking at him in confusion (Tony), sadness (Juan), and jealousy (Don), “I’ll see you guys around,” 

Slipping his hands from her hips, one took hold of her own, leading her to an empty table. “Thanks,” she said with a small giggle, taking a seat. 

“What would the lady like to drink?” 

“Shots,” she replied right away.

And so he got them some shots, sitting across from her. “Together?” 

Her eyes brightened, “Okay!” She took a glass in her hand, waiting for him to do the same. When he did, she began to count down, “Okay, on three. One… two… three!” 

Together, they both downed their drinks. 

“God, I really need to get shit-faced,” she grumbled, placing down the glass, “Can I vent?”

“Vent away, babe,” He would never call her that in any other instance, but with the alcohol in his system, he wasn’t exactly thinking straight. 

“Okay,” she said okay a lot, “I was dating this guy, right? In law school, promising guy. Supported my career goals, he had his own. Wanted to be a senator one day. Good shit, right? Good shit till I came to his place to find him fucking around with some chick. And get this, we looked alike too! Well, I didn’t really get much of a look at her when I was throwing punches,” 

His jaw dropped, “What? How could someone cheat on you? You’re like… perfection!” he was acting much more dramatic than usual, splaying his arms around expressively, “But… did the other girl know she was the other woman?”

“I’m pretty sure, considering she was laughing at me when I walked in. Made me more pissed. Made me want to beat her ass even more,” she grabbed another shot glass, “Again?”

“Again!” Leon confirmed, grabbing his. 

After they drank their other shot, she continued, “Can’t believe I wasted my time on this guy. No offense, but why is your kind,” she wiggled her fingers at him, “so nasty,” 

He shrugged, “I haven’t been in a relationship in over a year. I haven’t been nasty,”

“Were you nasty before that?” she teased. 

“Wha- no! I’m not like that,” he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, “I pride myself in being a respectable and loyal man-”

“-I’m just playin’ with ya,” Y/N laughed, “I remember how you treated that one girl you dated junior year. Like she was a queen! It was so sweet,” 

Now he was blushing again, scratching the back of his neck and refusing to meet her gaze. “Ah, jeez, thank you. I just did what I was supposed to as a boyfriend. Anything less would have been completely stupid. Why date someone if I’m not gonna give them my all?” 

“See, that’s how everyone should look at dating,” Y/N nodded in approval, “How everyone… yeah. Yeah, right. Hm,” She grabbed her last glass, not even waiting for him before bringing it to her lips. 

“Only three shots and you’re already acting funny,” he teased, leaning forward and fucking booping her nose. “Silly. Silly billy,” 

“I’m only tipsy,” she swatted his hand away, but he just chuckled and booped her again. “You’re drunk,” 

“I think so,”

“I know so,” 

“Yeah yeah yeah, smartypants,” he reached for his third glass, but she stopped him. “Heyyyy,”

“No more for you, buddy,” She smirked, taking the drink herself. 

“Heyyyy,” he repeated, “That was mine!”

“Too late. In my stomach now,” 

“Ughhh,” he laid his head onto the table, forehead pressed against the cold surface, “My driiiiiink,” he began mumbling to himself before raising his head again, “My drink,”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” Y/N waved the thought off in disinterest, “So, I said why I was here. What brings you to a bar, Kennedy?” 

He looked away, trying to remember why he was even there in the first place, “Oh! Oh, yes. Sad. I was very sad,” he replied, “It’s really lonely here. I have no actual friends. No girlfriend. Haven’t had a family in years,” 

“No girlfriend? How? Look at you now! Even better than in high school!” 

Shrugging, he began tapping his fingers on the table nervously. He was used to talking to Tony, Juan, and Don about his troubles, not his high school crush! “I’ve been busy with work.”

“Are you living that police officer dream of yours?” 

“No,” Leon remembered the beer he never even finished, snatching it up before Y/N could realize what he was doing, and taking a long swig, “Was an officer for a day,” 

“A day!” she exclaimed, “What happened?”

“I was an officer in Raccoon City,” 

That was all he needed to say for it to dawn on her what had happened to him. “...Raccoon City?” she said slowly, “Oh my God! You survived that big explosion?! I thought there were no survivors!”

“Of course-” he paused. Yes, he was drunk, but he knew the rules. The things he had to lie about to keep Sherry safe. The fact he admitted he was at Raccoon City during the Incident was already a mistake on its own. “Um, the only survivor. Yeah.”

“I didn’t see it on the news or anything-”

“-Because everyone needs to think there were no survivors,”

“Oh…” she took the hint, clearing her throat awkwardly. “No survivors. I don’t want to mysteriously vanish because I knew something I shouldn’t, so, back to your loneliness. No hot women at, uh, wherever you work at now?”

“No,”

“That’s a shame,” 

He hummed softly, propping his elbow up and resting his chin on his hand, staring at her. Analysing her. Drinking in every inch of the woman he used to be oh-so in love with. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N. I always thought so,” 

“Oh, Leon!” she laughed, cheeks rosy as she playfully hit his arm, “You’re so drunk,”

“I’ve always thought you were beautiful. I don’t need alcohol in my system to think so,” he insisted, before downing the last of his beer. He then let out a childish giggle, getting up from his seat.

“Where are you-?” she didn’t even have time to question him, the dirty blonde plopping down next to her and laying his head in her lap. “What are you doing?”

“Hmmmmm,” he nuzzled his nose against her stomach, eyes fluttering shut. He had long lashes. What was with men and having the prettiest lashes imaginable? “Cuddling,”

“In a bar?”

“Mhmmmmm,” he nodded softly, “You’re my girlfriend now,” 

“Well, Leon, I don’t think it works that way,” she laughed, trying to resist the urge to just run her fingers through his hair and- she failed. Reaching out, her fingers tangled in the thick strands, combing out the blonde locks gently. “You didn’t even ask me out on a date!”

He pouted, eyes snapping open. Two globes of cerulean making contact with her. “Go out on a date with me then,” 

A sad smile formed on her lips, pushing some hair from his annoyingly handsome face, “You’re drunk, Leon,” 

“And? I still wanna go out with you,” he began poking at her cheek, “Say yes,”

“Or what?” Y/N teased gently, poking his cheek back. 

“I don’t know. I’ll die,” 

“Hm,” gripping his wrist to stop the annoying pokes to her cheek, she rested his palm against her cheek, “You’re probably not even going to remember this in the morning, but, yes, I’ll go out with you,” 

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Where's everyone going? :( Bingo? :(

[paradisedumpling]

Lucky

TROPE: best friends to lovers; non-idol!au

CONTENT WARNING: slightly suggestive jokes and minor swearing; otherwise all fluff

SYNOPSIS: who would've thought going camping with your best friend would lead to a confession

A/N: hi! if you feel like you've seen this before, you probably have. this is a repost from my old vlog, enjoy!

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"Alright guys! Are you all ready?" Minji's dad clapped his hands together after he closed the trunk of his car.

"Yes!" You all agreed with excitement. The six of you, plus Minji's family, are going to spend the first week of summer break at their lake house and you were all very excited about it.

"Dani unnie, come sit with me and Minji!" Haerin unlaced her arm from yours and pulled Danielle in her direction as she hurriedly entered the car after her girlfriend.

You looked at their disappearing figures with betrayal all over your features. You knew exactly why she did that. A warmth sensation started spreading over your face when you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders.

"Ready to go, pretty?" You didn't have to look at Hanni's face to tell she had a smile on her face. You simply nodded at the girl and followed her inside the car, avoiding eye contact with her as you did so.

As soon as you entered the car and closed the door, you turned around to give Haerin a panicked look. But she only smirked at you, eyes traveling to Hanni beside you and wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. You sighed in frustration and turned around, feeling your face warm, hoping Hanni wouldn't notice your face and how stiff you were beside her.

The thing is, you had a massive crush on your friend Hanni. It had been a couple of years since you'd known her and had slightly different feelings for the vietnamese girl compared to your feelings for your other friends. But it had only been recently that you had realized what your feelings for the girl at your side were and now everytime you were with her, you'd become a blushing mess.

Haerin, being your ride or die, and also a very observant person, was the first one to know about your crush on Hanni, although you were pretty sure she told Minji since the two of them started dating a few months ago. The older girl always gives you two suggestive glances whenever you and Hanni are together. And the cat-like girl has been trying to set you two up at any moment she got. Including right now. On this five hour car ride. Where you'll spend all of this time sitting beside Hanni. The thought made your face get even more warm than before, fingers playing with each other at your lap.

"You okay, girl? Your face is all red." Hanni looked at you in concern as Minji's dad started the car, putting her hand on your forehead and then on your neck, frowning. "You're warm." You swear you heard Haerin snickering at the backseat.

"I-I'm okay, Han. It's just the weather. You know how I am during the summer." You muttered, trying your best to give her a smile that didn't look awkward. She looked at you for a few seconds, but seemed satisfied with your response as she nodded and turned to talk to Hyein.

You occupied yourself with watching the street, leaning your head against the window and taking deep breaths in hope of calming your lovestruck heart.

It worked for a few minutes, until you felt wind being fanned in your face and you looked around confused, seeing Hanni smiling at you as she fanned you with a paper fan.

You blinked for a few seconds, feeling yourself getting flustered again at the kind gesture. "Thank you, Hanni. Won't your arms get tired, though?" You looked at her hand. She was fanning pretty fast. "I can do it myself if it's too much for you."

"Nonsense!" She simply smiled at you and you failed notice how her eyes sparkled at the cute way you were looking at her. "My girl's hot and I'll gladly cool her down if I can." You knew she didn't mean it that way, but your mind short-circuited at her words and this time you knew for sure Haerin was laughing at your red face and dazed expression.

You only hummed softly at her words, avoiding eye contact and leaning to lay your head on Hanni's shoulder, partially wanting to get her gaze off of your face, and partially hoping with this new angle she would get some of the air on herself too. The weather was indeed warm and you weren't sure if the air-conditioner would be effective with seven people in the car anytime soon.

"You're cute." Hanni giggled as she booped your nose, turning her head to bicker with Minji about a comment she made you honestly didn't hear. The only thing you could hear was your heart pounding in your ears.

You closed your eyes and took deep breaths, once again trying to calm yourself down. Hanni was still your friend and you didn't want to make things weird, specially because you knew she would eventually realize you only reacted that way with her. Hyein was already taking notice of your exclusive behavior around Hanni. It wouldn't take too long for her to realize too. And you didn't want to ruin your friendship over a stupid crush.

You felt your phone vibrating inside your pocket and you opened your eyes to grab it and unlock the screen, seeing a message from Haerin. You looked back at the younger girl before going to answer her.

bro's a cat 🐈: You're such a fool in love.

You rolled your eyes at the text, looking back at her once again to give her an annoyed face before quickly replying.

You: Said the one that would blush and giggle everytime Minji looked at you before you became official.

You smirked to yourself as you pressed send, suppressing a laugh as an answer came only seconds after.

bros a cat 🐈: I DID NOT GIGGLE.

Was the reply, alongside an angry cat emoji. It made your smirk get bigger, the tip of your tongue between your teeth as you felt mischievous with the opportunity to tease your friend back.

You: YES YOU DID.

You: I bet you still do.

You quickly typed something else as the three dots signaling Haerin was replying appeared.

You: Minji has you wrapped around her fingers so bad you don't even listen to people's opinions anymore.

You heard Haerin gasp from the backseat, turning around to catch her with an embarrassed face and red cheeks.

You: Only baby Minji's.

"What's with you two?" Danielle asked as you and Haerin shared looks, laughing at the catlike girl's clear embarrassed face at whatever you texted her.

"She's teasing me!" Haerin's squeal got the attention of the other girls as she pointed at you accusingly.

"You started it!" You were quick to defend yourself, looking at Minji's questioning face, one of her eyebrows raised. "She called me a fool, Minji!" This time, you were the one pointing at the other girl.

"Let's not fight in the car, girls!" Minji's dad yelled from the driver's seat, looking at the six of you through the rearview mirror.

"Dad's right." Minji said with a sigh. Although she knew you two never fought and just bickered, she didn't want to stress her dad any more than he already was. He wasn't exactly happy about being the one driving the six of you alone, since her mom was in another car with her brother, sister and grandma. "Rinnie, stop teasing her. You know that's mean and she's trying her best." The three of you shared knowing looks at her last statement. "And you stop teasing my girlfriend! She's only trying to help." Minji pulled Haerin closer and planted a kiss to her temple, making you and the others groan at the PDA.

"Geez, go killing the mood with your couple stuff." Hanni rolled her eyes, nudging your shoulders to get your attention. "Can you believe them?" She whispered to you. "Wasn't Minji the one to establish a 'rule' to not do couple stuff around us?" You giggled between yourselves, leaning against each other as you tried not to laugh loudly and get caught by the older girl.

"You're all just mad you're single." Minji teased and you had to hold Hanni back from firing back, glancing at Minji's dad looking nervously between the rearview mirror and the road.

"Let's see how you guys will be when there's a new couple in the group." Hyein said, laughing to herself as the five of you looked at her in shock.

"You're not crushing on anyone are you?"

"You know you're not allowed to date, Hyein-ah! You're too young!"

"Who's the person? Sorry, kid. I need to have.... a conversation with them."

"You're not allowed to date, end of debate."

"Absolutely not!"

Hyein blinked as she stared at the five of you after being bombarded with your disapproval of her dating anyone. "I wasn't talking about me though?" And then she looked at you.

"Glad you weren't. Cause even if you were, we wouldn't allow it." Hanni said, clueless as the other girls caught on Hyein's eyes on you, also staring as your face grew red again.

The car was silent for the next seconds, only being filled with Hanni asking Minji's dad to put a playlist on. You could feel all the other four girls staring at you and now you knew all of them knew about your crush on Hanni, except the girl in question.

"Wait." Hanni suddenly said, Perfect by One Direction now playing in the car, turning to look at the youngest in the group. "If it wasn't you then who was it?" You stared at Hyein and shook your head violently, silently begging her not to say anything too obvious.

"Hm.... No one!" She squealed. "You're just all old enough to date and Haerin unnie and Minji unnie are already dating so it's only a matter of time until the rest of you find someone too that's what I meant!" She rambled quickly, giving you and the vietnamese girl an awkward smile. You mouthed a 'thank you' to her, which seemed to calm her down a bit as Hanni only shrugged her shoulders and nodded at the girl.

"Oh! I love this part!" Danielle chimed in, starting to sing the song, hoping to change the subject and make everyone's mood more bright. You felt grateful for that and you were sure Hyein was too, after almost spilling the beans about your apparent not so subtle crush on Hanni.

"This girl, I swear." Hanni mumbled to you, giggling quietly to herself before joining Danielle on the song.

You giggled nervously, looking at her as you got mesmerized by the sight of her singing passionately to her favorite band. You just hoped no other close calls would happen in this car trip...

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"Alright, kids! Go to the bathroom, relieve yourselves and wash your faces! We'll meet in the restaurant over there to have lunch!" Minji's mom clapped her hands a few times to gather all of your attention as she spoke.

You had made a stop at a gas station to fuel the cars, go to the bathroom and eat.

Stretching your arms above your head you let out a loud sigh, watching as everyone dispersed to do their necessities or buy snacks at the gas station convenience store.

"You're not coming?" Hanni's voice startled you, thinking she had followed Danielle and Minji's sister, Minyoung, to the bathroom. You turned your head to look at her, smiling unconsciously.

"Yeah, just getting my limbs awake again." She laughed, imitating the stretch you were doing seconds before. "Thanks for waiting, Han. You didn't need to." You pressed a peck to her cheek, skipping ahead as she stared at you with a dazed smile on her face. "Last one to get there has to eat a spicy apple!" You laughed as her expression turned into a dumbfounded one, turning fully to run to the bathroom.

"Hey, that's not fair!" Hanni ran after you, not caring if the people around you were staring or not.

After doing your necessities, the six of you plus Minji's siblings found yourselves at the trinket store by the restaurant while you waited for the food to get ready.

"Oh, look!" Minji's older brother, Minhyuk, turned around with something on his hands, making a show of suspense before revealing a funny looking wooden bear. "I found Minji over here!"

"You ugly motherfu–" You quickly walked away laughing as Minji and her brother began bickering, not wanting to be in the middle of their harmless sibling fight in case they got in trouble with the store's owner.

Walking down a section you haven't seen yet, you spotted many different keychains and fridge magnets on sell and decided to carefully inspect them, wishing to buy something to take home for your family when you're back.

Picking up a cute little bee keychain, you smiled to yourself before you felt a familiar hand slipping on your free one and a weight on your shoulder.

"Do you like it?" You turned to show the item to Hanni, watching the girl bring her free hand to hold yours and inspect the bee keychain, her head never leaving your shoulder as she did so.

"It's cute." She concluded, smiling at you. "Who's this for?"

"You." You giggled as she shoved you away in embarrassment, turning her attention to the items on display to pretended to be unfazed. "You don't want it?"

She mumbled something you didn't understand, still not looking at you. But as she laced her arms with yours once again you knew she liked it.

You became distracted watching Hanni's beautiful concentrated face as she looked through the souvenirs, mindlessly nodding along to whatever she was saying as your cheeks began hurting with the amount of time you stayed smiling at her.

"I'm getting you this." She stated suddenly, shoving a keychain in your face as you blinked away confusedly. She giggled, knowing you were distracted.

Finally inspecting the item she still had close to your face, your eyebrows furrowed at the four-leaf clover. "Thanks?"

"Don't be silly." She tugged you towards the cashier, passing through Hyein and Minyoung with a basket full of things to buy you weren't even sure they had space to store. "It fits your vibes."

"I didn't say I didn't like it!" You dropped your things at the cashier, greeting the store owner quickly, pulling your credit card out to pay for it all. "Why a clover though? I got you a bee because you're Hanni."

"And you'll understand my gift soon." She smiled at you, and was about to say something again when some loud knocks startled you. The two of you turned to see Minji's father impatiently ushering you all from outside the door, signaling that the food had arrived.

Everyone quickly payed for what they got, all of you splitting the bags of things the two youngest girls bought as it got too heavy for just the two of them.

But before getting to sit down at the table to eat, Hanni pulled you to her, whispering in your ear. "Oh, by the way." She says her next words rather seriously. "When we get there, I wanna talk to you in private."

You whipped your face around alarmed, but the vietnamese girl only smiled at you and sat down, engaging in an excited food talk with the other girls.

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The rest of the car trip was calm, with most of you sleeping the rest of the way while you and Hanni silently listened to music on your shared playlist.

Her words never left your mind, an additional nervousness in your chest besides the usual one from being this close to her.

When you finally arrived at the Kim's lake house, you barely had any chances of bringing and leaving your luggage in the room you were staying as Hanni dragged you away from the house.

You only managed to catch Haerin's questioning gaze and shrug before you were both out of the door and heading who knows where.

"Hanni?" You tried to ask but she only shushed you, tugging your hands as she ran with a big smile on her face.

And you couldn't help but appreciate the moment. The way Hanni's black hair flowed gracefully down her back as the wind hit her. The big playful smile that only seemed to get bigger each time she turned to look at you, which in turn made your face warmer each time. The laughter both of you began letting out at some point mixing together with the gentle chirping of birds and the oh, so present water sound from the lake. And the realization you had every so often in simple but magical moments like these that everything felt so perfect and in place with Hanni. So belonging. So right.

Being in love with your best friend was certainly one of the best feelings you could ever feel and you were forever grateful for having her in your life.

When you arrived at the lake pier, Hanni hurriedly sat down and pulled you with her, bringing you flush to her as she pointed to the ducks peacefully swimming in the water.

"Do you think they ever think about life?" Despite her eagerness to arrive here, she asked you quietly, possibly trying not to disturb the animals.

"Maybe?" You carefully watched as a trio of ducklings played in the water. "I'm sure their worries are very different from ours, though."

"You might be right." Her voice came out a bit shaky and you turned around to look at her with concert, shying a bit when you found her intense gaze already on you.

"H-Han?"

"What are you lucky for?" Hanni suddenly asked you, barely blinking as she brought both of your hands to her lap.

"What?" You tilted your head to the side, trying to understand what the meaning for all of this was. "What are you on about? Why are we here anyways, Hanni?"

"Just answer it, come on!" She tugged your hands impatiently, still looking directly into your eyes with an intensity that was making your heartbeat quicken in pace each second.

"Hmm, I don't know. Not failing school?" You shrugged, caving in and looking down to your conjoined hands on her lap.

She laughed nervously, taking one of her hands away to grab something in her pocket before shoving it on your now free hand.

You opened your palm to see the four-leaf clover keychain she had bought hours ago was now there. You looked up to question her again, but she cut your words with an information that left you speechless.

"Well, I for one I am very lucky to be in love with my best friend."

You blinked dazedly at her, not knowing what to say or to do as your mind slowly processed the words that left her mouth and what they meant.

Hanni shyly turned her gaze away for the first time at your silence, but still kept one of her hands firmly on yours.

After long seconds you definitely had to apologize for later, you blurted the first words your brain could come up with to her.

"You're so cheesy, Han."

"Hey!" She whipped her head back to you, the both of you blushing as your gazes met.

"But I don't think I can say much different neither." You mumbled, chewing on the inside of your cheeks as you gathered courage to mutter your next words. "I think I'm lucky to be in love with my best friend too."

"Cool." She smiled with relief, leaning closer as a confident sparkle now adorned her eyes. "This means I can do this now." You closed your eyes in surprise and expectation once you realized what she was doing.

Her soft lips met yours in a sweet, gentle kiss. The both of you not being able to hide your smiles as she but a hand on your cheek, drawing you closer and prolonging the kiss.

Once air was necessary, you pulled away and simply stared at one another, smiling like fools in love as the gentle sounds of the lake water made the moment feel even more special.

But a crack noise disturbing the quietness made you both pull away further, looking around in confusion until your eyes landed into four familiar teasing smiles.

Your four friends stood a bit further away from the pier, both Danielle and Hyein carrying cameras on their hands while Minji faked disgust upon being noticed and Haerin's smile grew bigger at being acknowledged.

You gripped Hanni's hand tighter, ready to get up and bolt towards them before they could go running to Minji's family with embarrassing but definitely cute pictures of the two of you kissing.

"Look who's giggling now!" Haerin shouted before you and Hanni got up, turning to run immediately as you and your hopefully soon-to-be girlfriend shouted back at her.

"KANG HAERIN!"

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thank you for reading <3

[mayriak]

heyyy i was wondering if you Could do Sae byeok x fem best friend reader Where reader is getting ready to go out and Sae byeok is waiting for her to be done with her makeup. When she puts on lipstick she walks over to Sae byeok and starts to kiss her neck and face to get rid of the extra lipstick that Could ruin her makeup. But to your suprise Sae byeok lets you without complaining and seems unfazed about it. You leave a lot of kiss Marks on her neck and face but did not tell her to take it off. You went out and met with your friends and Sae byeoks friends and end up getting teased because of the kiss Marks with comments like “you two had some fun before coming” or “i swear to god are you two dating or best friends”

Thank you and have a lovely Day or night!!!

Hi!! Yes of course I can do that, again sorry for the late answer, I’ve been doing another fanfic/request<3

So sorry if it’s bad, I need to get adjusted to do more than 3k words fanfic!

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🤍་༘࿐ Kang Sae-Byeok

Warnings : None, just pure fluff!

Words : 1.1k. Shorter, just a small drabble about it :)

A/N : I had a lot of fun making this, thank you for your request!

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You pressed your lips together, applying the red lipstick as you sat in front of the mirror. After finishing your makeup, you studied your reflection, checking for any imperfections before heading out. You wanted everything to be just right—after all, you were going out with Sae-Byeok. Sae-Byeok was also preparing in the bathroom, the sound of the running sink and the clatter of her brush against the porcelain filling the air.

Rising from your seat, you adjusted your long black dress, which featured a stylish slit on the side. Your hair was elegantly styled in heated curls, and your makeup was tastefully simple, with bold red lipstick that perfectly complemented your smoky black eyeshadow.

A few moments later, Sae-Byeok emerged from the bathroom, looking perfectly prepared. She was wearing the suit you had bought for her once, and she truly looked fantastic.

You brushed a strand of hair away from your face, which had become stuck to your lips. The open window only made it worse, rustling more hair against your mouth. Perhaps you had applied too much lipstick. You knew that using a wipe to remove it would mean having to reapply, and you weren't eager for that hassle.

A sudden idea struck you. You recalled that your lipstick wasn’t truly waterproof, and the last time you had worn it, a kiss mark had left its impression on Sae-Byeok's cheek. A playful smirk danced across your lips as you approached her with an air of innocence.

As you neared, you noticed her ears perk up at the sound of your footsteps. She didn’t bother to turn around; she could already see you in the reflection of the mirror behind her. “What are you planning to do?”

You smiled at her reflection in the mirror, silent. Although you were slightly shorter, it was easy to reach her face. With your hands resting on her waist, your lips brushed softly against her neck, leaving a trail of sweet kisses and red marks in their wake.

She didn’t respond with words, but the smirk that spread across her lips spoke volumes as she tilted her head to the side, inviting you for more. Your lips gently traced her skin, leaving a rosy imprint along both sides of her neck. Tilting your head, you began to shower her cheeks with tender kisses. A soft chuckle escaped Sae-Byeok's throat as she surrendered to the moment, allowing you to continue undisturbed.

“I think it’s done now.” You released your hold on her waist and turned back to the mirror, glancing at your lipstick. As you carefully wiped away the smudges around your lips, a smile spread across your face. When you looked back at Sae-Byeok, you couldn’t help but admire the masterpiece you had created.

She started to reach for some cotton and makeup remover, but you gently took hold of her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. “You’re keeping that. Look, you look great with it! Don’t ruin this piece of art!” You joked.

She let out a soft chuckle as she set the cotton back on the table. Turning to face her, she placed her hands on her hips. “I’ll have to leave the house like this?” She asked, and you simply nodded in response. She let out a soft sigh, unable to stay angry for long. There was something endearing about it—a subtle reminder that you belonged to her.

You took a seat to slip on your heels, while Sae-Byeok donned matching shoes that complemented her suit. Noticing your struggle, she knelt down, gently grasping your ankle to assist you in tying your heels. With a grateful smile, you nodded your appreciation.

As she rose to her feet, you followed, and together you both made your way towards the door, the sound of your heels echoing on the floor as well as the echo of Sae-Byeok’s footsteps. She opened the door, allowing you to step outside before her, then locked it securely behind you. Together, you both left the apartment, the traces of your kisses still lingering delicately on her skin.

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Both of you sat on a bench, the pulsating beats from the nearby bar resonating through the street. You were waiting for Sae-Byeok's friends, whom she had invited for a night out. Naturally, you agreed to join her; after all, you had never met her friends before, and it seemed like a great opportunity to expand your friends circle.

Suddenly, hands gripped your shoulders, and a scream escaped your lips. You whipped your head around to see who it was, only to find Sae-Byeok laughing at you. The shock on your face must have been quite amusing to her.

“Hey, guys!” With a light chuckle, she rose to wrap her arms around them, though they exchanged puzzled glances. One of them reached out, gently brushing her cheek and drawing attention to the kiss marks left behind. “Who did that?”

You lifted your head and smiled. Sae-Byeok appeared unfazed, simply pointing in your direction. Her friend chuckled and made a teasing suggestion that left you feeling a bit embarrassed, “Did you find yourself a girlfriend?” She teased.

Hearing that made it feel as though you were choking on air. Sae-Byeok? Your girlfriend? It felt like a dream that was just out of reach. Hearing that made it feel as though you were choking on air. Sae-Byeok? Your girlfriend? It felt like a dream that was just out of reach. “No, no! She’s just my friend..” The friend appeared unconvinced and continued with her playful teasing.

“Doesn’t look like it.. Did you have fun?” She chuckled softly, but both you and Sae-Byeok felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you. The words you wanted to say stuck in your throat, and you quickly shook your head in disbelief. A relationship with her was likely just a figment of your imagination—something that could never truly happen!

She chuckled at your embarrassment but quickly restrained herself out of consideration for you. Walking over to the bar, she held the door open, inviting you to step inside. You waited patiently for the others to join you.

As a group, you picked a table situated away from the bustling crowd, ensuring it was just the five of you, free to enjoy your time together. Yet, just when it seemed the moment couldn't get any better, Sae-Byeok's friend playfully chimed in again, eager to clarify their relationship. “Are you two dating or best friends?”

You let out a soft sigh, cradling your drink in your hand. It wasn’t that you were annoyed; it was simply that you found yourself puzzled by it all. The situation felt complicated. The way you interacted, the glances you exchanged, the moments you shared. . . everything seemed to carry a weight that you couldn't quite grasp.

At last, Sae-Byeok spoke up, and her response caught you off guard, sending a flush to your cheeks—hopefully hidden in the shadows of your dimly lit corner. “Maybe more.”

Wait.. What?!

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

A KISS WITH OR WITHOUT YOU

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem! Summary: Yours and Eddie's prom night... although you didn't go together, you always find a way back to each other. Warnings: Guess...I dare you.

if you want to listen to the songs then it's 1. Against all odds by Phil Collins. 2. Every breath you take by The Police 3. With or without you by U2 (let's just pretend that song was released in '86 ok?) and bonus 4. Secret love song by little mix. but listen to that first if you're going to listen to them.

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You'd probably think wanting to kiss Eddie was a good idea, that staring at his lips every fucking day might give him a little hint that maybe...just maybe, you like him.

And it did, oh boy did it.

But all that went out the fucking window-

That was, when you asked Gareth to Prom...

Now you think wanting to kiss Eddie is a curse, seeing the glare he sends your way from across the room.

It was awful, but you learnt to deal with it after about 10 or so minutes- or the spiked punch eased your mind.

But he didn't want to go with you, right? that's what he said?

Besides, it wasn't like you and Gareth were going out or anything- this was a friendly date, so he could hang out with his friends ONLY.

You thought Eddie might have been happy, that he could spend the night with not just you and Jeff, but now Gareth, but now you relaise that might have not been a good idea- but thats didn't mean you knew why he was pissed off.

But to Eddie.

Oh, you knew exactly what you were doing.

When Eddie found out you had asked Gareth to go with you, he couldn't be more mad- confused and upset

Because it turns out, apparently, he was reading everything wrong, which might have been expected since he's never been in this situation before- having to read into if a girl likes him or not.

But he really thought you did for a second, he swore that for a moment, just a moment- something could happen.

But it must have just been him and is imaginsation- since it likes to go running off places a lot.

But either way, when he found out, he almost didn't show up

Said a big 'FUCK YOU' to prom before Wayne barged into his room with a suit telling him it was his last one- not that he had gone to last year's- or the year before that- but this was his last chance.

And Wayne was going to get that picture of his nephew in a suit whether he liked it or not

'Seriously?' Eddie had said to him when coming out of the bathroom, suit fitted on his body to well it almost made Eddie sick.

Wayne had only pulled out his camera and started recording, making Eddie roll his eyes and make his way past him, to the livingroom, where Wayne had paused recording to take a few photos.

So, you may think Eddie was pissed at you.

But he was mad from before that, all from when Wayne had asked him:

'Going to pick up that girl?'

The long-haired boy had to stop himself for having ago at the old man, it wasn't his fault he didn't ask you.

He should have.

He had plenty of opportunities, but at that point he was still trying to figure out if you liked him.

As. if.

But Eddie took too long to decide what to respond with, would he lie to Wayne and tell him yes or tell him the truth- but Wayne knew better than that, he could tell by the way his nephew's face fell that he hadn't asked you.

So, Wayne let him leave without a second word.

Nothing but a 'have fun' before Eddie dove off.

So, Eddie wasn't mad at you.

He was just made at you.

Which sounded petty...because it's not just your fault.

but to him.

It was.

It was actually all your fault in his eyes

as said before..you knew exactly what you were doing

He had watched you and Gareth walk into the hall with smiles on your face, your hand attatched to his arm.

Gareth was dressed in a similar suit to Eddie, but unlike the metalhead, Gareth actually wore the jakcet, Eddie's long gone to the back of his chair where he now sat, glaring at you watching the two of you dance.

It was bullshit.

All of it.

Gareth.

This stuffy room.

The blinding lights.

The shitty music that makes him want to go deaf.

This fucking suit that's strangling him and makes breating so hard.

And you.

The most bullshit of them all.

All of this night was pure and utter bullshit

Your arms wrapped around Gareths shoulders, swaying back and forth, with his hands low on your hips.

You looked happy- like you were having fun.

You looked nice.

Pretty

Beautiful

Stunning

Breathtaking

Bullshit. You looked bullshit

You hadn't even seen him this whole night, not a single glance his way that he would think about all night, re-thinking over and over again as he laid awake.

But that's what he thought.

Your eyes drifted towards Eddie for the 50th time in the one hour you've been here so far.

His arms were folded protectively against his chest, his figure slumped in his chair with so many empty punch cups on his table in front of him.

The slight tap of his shoe caught your eye, it wasn't in time with the the song, so you knew it had nothing to do with the music, but probably the pure boredom he was feeling, his face also gave that away.

You hadn't even seen Jeff at all so Eddie was all alone, making your heart softly ache, feeling bad

But it's fine, He didn't want to go with anybody. Besides, no type of Prom would ever be his type of scene.

So alone he continued to sit, watching you dance with a smile on your face.

He should leave; He shouldn't stay drinking the shitty punch from the glass bowls on the 20+ year old tables.

He shouldn't keep watching you, imaginig it's him dancing with you, his hands that rest on your hips, making you laugh, making you smile.

Making you giggle when he accidentally steps on your feet, he's always been a bad dancer- ballroom dancing.

But if you could rocking side to side- he thinks that would be ok, he could do that- he just doesn't want to- not with any girl on this room that either sit alone too or dancing with their date or friend.

To be honest, he hasn't even noticed any other girl- anyone else in this room except you.

There seems to be an infinite empty space that allows you to be in his direct line of sight, your face glowing with your colour shining in the blue light above you

Why is it that everyone else is blurred but you seem so clear? why is it that all he can see is you? the one he doesn't want to see but can't seem to look away.

It was bullshit.

It was just that when the piano of a song echoes throughout the room, everyone's dancing turning even slower than before.

That was When Eddie really felt like leaving.

'How can I just let you walk away? just let you leave without a trace'

It wasn't fair, why you dance with Gareth but not him. You barely even talked to him!

You've been acting weird ever since his graduation party, where you seemed so distant, disctracted about something he couldn't tell- and wouldn't ask.

It was stupid DUstin, spilling his secret that he liked you.

Eddie wondered if you believed it.

And if you did believe it; it made this situation even worse because that would mean you really didn't like him.

And fuck that.

'So, take a look at me now. Well, there's just an empty space, and there's nothin' left here to remind me, just the memory of your face'

That seemed about right, if Eddie was going to be honest.

Which he wasn't, because then he'd technically have to admit he's listened to something that's not metal- even if it was against his will.

He hates to admit it... but it's got him in his feelings-

It wasn't the saddest of love songs- not even the best, really, but it really seemed fitting.

Minus the whole relationship thing.

'I wish I could just make you turn around, turn around and see me cry'

If only you would turn, look at him and smile, thats all he wants right now.

Which is why Eddie stands up and goes to the punch bowl again, pouring himself another glass before sneakily pouring some vodka in his glass.

Cause if he's not going to have fun at this stupid thing, may as well get a little drunk, right?

The sour drink burns his mouth when he takes a swig, grabbing a brownie on the food table and stuffing it in his mouth.

You may think he's eating and drinking his feelings.

But that would be impossible.

because he doesn't have feelings for you.

He doesn't like you.

He doesn't think your pretty.

He doesn't think about you all the time.

He juat needs to get a grip.

Eddie Munson doesn't fall in love.

'Take a good look at me now 'Cause I'll still be standing here'

He turns around to go back to his lonesome table, finding it occupied with Gareth, making out with a girl that is so not you.

The Munson boy frowns, looking around the hall for you, but he doesn't seem to find the light that seems to follow you.

That was until you crept up behind him, your plastic cup filled with the shitty punch

"Hey" you greeted, your eyes stayed ahead, looking to where Eddie's ees were, trained on Gareth making out with a girl you have never seen before.

You wonder where she came from, but actually, you didn't care.

You had a good time with him- but he was the one that decided that you should have more fun- that you would have more fun with the guy you actually wanted to go with.

So, in the middle of the last song, Gareth had to bring Eddie up

"So, do you actually like him or not?" Gareth had asked you, his hands loosening against your hips.

"Do I like who?" you questioned, an eyebrow raised at his words

"Eddie...I mean- everyone at hellfire kind of sees it- and he thought he did...I think he's confused" the junior spoke, a shrug on his shoulders when he tried to figure you out.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Gare" you sighed, looking away.

Your eyes drifted to Eddie, who wasn't in his seat, instead, you found him spiking the punch when Principle higgins looked away.

Of course, he was the one to do that.

"Well... he wanted to go with you, y'know?" Gareth squinted, his hands dropping from your sides

"If he wanted to go with me, he would have asked- or not tell me he didn't want to go with me" You huffed, looking away from Eddie just as your mind pictures you kissing him again.

"Eddie's not like that... trust me.. He might not have asked...but that doesn't mean he didn't want to go with you- we all know what he said after Dustin said all that shit that Eddie was speaking out of his ass... and if i remember correctly, he never said he didn't want to go with you- you said that.. that's what he told me" He put his hands up defensively and took a step back before you had a go at him for the last bit of his little speech.

But why would you? what he said was correct, you were the one that said you wouldn't

"I mean, it’s not like I wanted to go with you anyway." I beleive you said, actually.

So maybe your mind was playing tricks on you, that you had imagined he told you those words.

That you convinced yourself he didn't want to go with you.

Which is when Gareth smiled tightly, letting you go to his friend.

"go...we both know you want to"

So, you looked over to where Eddie was once more, finding him stuffing his face in with a brownie.

How could something so gross look so cute?

That was the Eddie Munson effect.

And it was an understatement to say you fell for it.

For him.

Which is why you did what Gareth told you.

Which brings you here, right next to the guy you've probably pined over since the 'date' at the fair, but haven't realised it.

"Hi" He grumbled, confused as to why you're next to him, and your date- well... being someone elses date.

"looks like he's having fun, right? happy for him" you spoke, rolling on your heels, forgetting that you are seriously wearing heels and practically trips over before he's quick to catch you

"you alright?" He asks

you nod as the next song echos through the hall

"Every breath you take, and every move you make, every bond you brake, every step you take I'll be watching you"

You smile when you look up at Eddie, sheepishly standing up straight, consiously patting down your dress.

He looked good, you had to admit it

His hair was messily tied up into a bun, his frizzy curls esaping the elastic that tied it together, the pressed shirt did well to fit his figure, tightening well around his biceps. But what caught your eyes wwas the way his tie matched your dress perfectly.

Almost the exact shade to your dress, but with an embroided floral design barely noticeable until you really look at it.

It was a coincidence, you hadn't told anyone what colour dress you were wearing, and that tie seemed to be quite old- Like Wayne had kept it in a cupboard for this exact event for 5 or more years, so would it be silly to think it was fate?

It had to be.

"Oh, can't you see, you belong to me, how my poor heart aches, every step you take"

"You wanna dance?" You nodded to the dancefloor, a hopeful tone laced in your voice.

"Not really a dancer" He replied

Eddie was still a little confused, why were you next to him? why were you talking to him.

But he couldn't help the smile that rose to lips when you asked for some of the achohol in the flask he kept in his suit jacket.

He went over to the table where Gareth was still making out sloppily with the random girl to get his jacket.

He reached into the inside of the pocket and looked around before taking the small metal bottle out and pouring a little into your red plastic cup.

You grinned as you took a sip, feeling the sting at the back of your throat

"Oh god that makes it even worse" you groaned, caughing for air

"good, isn't it?" He chuckled

You hummed and nodded when Eddie looked around.

then silence fell between you two

'Since you've gone, I've been lost without a trace

I dream at night, I can only see your face

I look around, but it's you I can't replace

I feel so cold, and I long for your embrace

I keep crying, baby, baby, please'

You looked to the photo booth area and nudged him

"Did you take any photos?"

He shook his head "nah...it was too long of a line when I got 'ere"

You took him by his arm and practically dragged him over to the area, ingoring his protests

"In ten years, you'll thank me... you need at least one photo to remember tonight!" you giggled

But Eddie didn't exactly want to remember tonight.

Not when tonight was the night you danced with someone that wasn't him.

Not when tonight was the night he was supposed to spend with you.

But if you asked him to take a photo with you, he'd do it, which is why he is now in front of a camera, a cheesy themed background in the back as he smiled cheesily

Your hands were clutched into his bicep, leaning into his side with your own grin on your lips.

If anyone would look at this photo, they'd think you went together, and that thought made Eddie's heart clench

You took four photos in total, two being a little goofy, but the other two sweet and collected.

After the photos you found your shoulders slump, you thought it might have been better than this, more fun.

"wanna get out of here?" You pointed behind you to the door once you were standing still for a moment, standing in front of the dancefloor.

He was silent for a moment, making you glance up at him, finding his eyes already on yours.

His eyes were soft, yet hard.

Warm, yet cold.

Wide, yet squinted.

You didn't know what he was thinking in the moment until he spoke, finding the perfect time in the song where it went quiet for just that split second.

He found the perfect time to speak his mind.

To ask you something that has hung on his lips, waiting to be spoken for a while now.

He found the perfect time between everywhere and nowhere to tell you how unfair this is.

And how much it's affecting him.

Just not directly.

But he stopped himself.

The lights blinded Eddie as he opened his mouth and closed it again, the flashing blues and purples dancing around the room and tainting everything.

"wanna raid the food first?" he smiled mischievously, stepping towards the dessert table, filled with cupcakes and brownies and cookies, your mouth watering at the sweet taste that hasn't event reached your mouth yet.

You nodded and he grinned wickedly, grabbing you hand and whispering

"ok... I go cupcakes, you go cookies and brownies. go, go, go!" he drags you to the table and takes a plate of nicely decorated cupcakes as you pile your hands with the gooiest and fudgiest of brownies and cookies, runnign away when a teacher comes to choo your both away and scold you.

"Get back here!" Miss O'donell points at you both as you dodge the couples on the dancefloor while Eddie grabs a few cups that look like some sort of pudding with fruit.

If it looked good, he's going to get it, you best believe

But you both made a bee line for the exit, running to the parking lot where he leads you to his van.

It was cleaner in there.

no mess on the floor, although still smelled like weed.

But the sweet smell of the desserts in your hands did well to mask it.

Made you hungry, but at least not sick.

he puts thetwo cups in the small holder in the middle and the plate of cupcakes on the dash, you following his actions as he turned on the car.

If you weren't surprised by the clean state of the van, you were definitely surprised that instead of the blasting metal music that almost made you go deaf playing straight away, the radio was on, the faint hum of 'with or without you' starting to play.

It was warm in the van, but especially hot in the way you were burning up with how Eddie was looking at you.

For the first time, Eddie didn't look bothered by the song playing.

It wasn't metal, or any guilty-pleasure blues that reminded him on his mum.

It was a cheesy, romantic love song.

Although he didn't seem to know it, you liked the effort he put in to make you think he did when he started tapping his foot.

'You give it all, but I want more... and i'm waiting for you, with or without you, with or without you'

It's been a while since you were alone with Eddie.

It's nice, a little awkward but the way he lips curve into a smile, you know it's ok.

It'll be ok.

Eddie's breath caught in his throat, and for a brief moment, it felt like time slowed down completely.

You just had to look so pretty in your frilly dress with puff sleeves, you had to look so beautiful with the bush on your cheeks and eyeshadow on your eyes.

You just had to look so stunning.

His eyes searched yours, uncertainty flickering in the depths of them, and then- he moved, practically without thinking.

his hand reaching up to gently brush a strand of hair from your face. His fingertips lingered on your skin, warm and trembling, as if testing the waters.

Your eyes made their way to his lips again- just...looking.

It was harmless, really.

It wasn't as if you were going to prance yourself onto him and just pull him into a breath-taking kiss, knocking teeth and heads together.

But...

You did.

'I can't live...with or without you'

Capturing his lips with yours in a bold, searing kiss, you met him in the middle.

In that moment, every unspoken doubt, every bit of fear and longing, seemed to vanish as if it were burned away by the intensity of the kiss.

Eddie’s eyes widened in shock, but then, as if the tension had finally reached its breaking point, he melted into your kiss. His hands, which had been trembling moments before, now roamed with hesitant urgency, pulling you closer as if trying to hold on to this sudden, overwhelming connection.

The kiss deepened, becoming less tentative and more insistent- an explosion of everything you’d both been holding back.

For those few stolen seconds, the world around you disappeared. All that mattered was the heat between you two, the way his lips fit perfectly with yours, the unbridled intensity that made every nerve in your body come alive.

And even though you both knew that nothing had been certain until now, that kiss seemed to say, with or without words, that maybe you were both ready to give in to those feelings.

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Yes, finally- I thought I' hand it to you since it's been a while, to which i apologise.

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[bloogers-boogers]

Lucifer: *sigh*

Alastor: ...

Lucifer: *sighs even louder*

Alastor: ...

Lucifer: *sighs obnoxiously even louder*

Alastor: *eye twitches* WHAT.

Lucifer: nothing nothing

Alastor: *eye twitches*

Lucifer: *side eyes him* *sigh*

Alastor: WHAT.

Lucifer: NOTHING, jesus!

Alastor: *growls, ears and eye twitching annoyed*

Lucifer: *sighs longly while slumping on the counter*

Alastor: Charlie, dear, get your sulking father away from me before I decide to go on a killing rampage

Husker: you do that even without being provoked

Alastor: yes. But this time I have a reason.

Lucifer: I dunno you guys.. you think I have a chance with Adam this time around?

Husker: ... I mean, you fucked both his wives. I'm not seeing any chances, Lucifer..

Alastor: he would be blind and stupid to fall for the man who ruined his view on marriage. So I hope that answers your question.

Lucifer: *glares* THANKS. You're such a great friend.

Alastor: I don't follow all that sappiness you call "friends", friendship is a lazy excuse for being weak.

Lucifer: yeah, bitch. But so far you're my best friend at the moment, so shut your cunt mouth and give me good advice, cause my ex best friend doesn't even want to acknowledge my existence after his fall! You'd think after getting a taste of his own medicine he'll understand what Lily and I went through but no, all he cares about is going back to heaven and be their golden dog again!

Husker: seems like you're stuck into a corner. Look, the best you could do, is let him be. If by any chance Adam wants to reconcile the relationship you once had then he'll be the first to speak to you

Lucifer: yeah. That's the problem. He will NOT ever speak to me.

Alastor: he's stuck in this hotel until he redems himself, which would take some time if not ever. Sooner than later he'll have no choice but to accept you around, atleast. Like I did when you first showed up and stank up the place

Lucifer: oh shut the fuck up, I smell great. You on the other hand should learn about mouth spray cause rotting flesh is all I can smell from here, fuck, for real you need to learn how to properly care for your mouth, euck!

Husker: he's got a point

Alastor: *eye twitches*

Angel Dust: hey, guys! Watcha talkin' about?

Husker: Lucife-

Lucifer: nothing! Nothing! Just hanging, HAHAHAHA

Angel Dust: *raising a brow*

Lucifer leaning close to Alastor and Husker, eyes dark: he's Adam's sinner best friend, don't tell a soul!

Lucifer: so how's Charlie!?

Angel Dust: uhh, she's literally right over there? *points at Charlie speaking to some of her guests*

Lucifer: cool, cool.

Husker: so... what have you been up to? I hadn't seen you all morning

Angel Dust: oh! I've been on a mission

Husker: what kind of mission?

Angel Dust: A... *smirks* MAKEOVER mission!

Alastor, Husk and Lucifer: ... *blinks*

Angel Dust: Adam has a date tonight and asked ME for help. So I did him a little touches here and there and BAM. He's smocking hot now. Thank god he was already hot or it would've been a challenged to do. Brunettes aren't my specialty

Lucifer: .... a date? But that would only mean he'd be dating a sinner??

Angel Dust: well duh? He's stuck down here. Ofcourse he'll only meet sinners.

Lucifer: but he doesn't like sinners!

Angel Dust: WOAH! let loose on those racist comments, shortie, Adam can date whoever he wants. I'm pretty sure he'd date anything as long as it has a hole to get his dick wet

Lucifer: *eye twitches*

Husker: *slowly glances at Lucifer before looking at Angel Dust* so... who's he going on a date with?

Angel Dust: *shrugs* some dude he met at a bar

Lucifer: *yanks off some of his hair*

*Adam then walks into the lobby where he greets some random sinners that came in a group*

Lucifer's jaw dropped. Adam's wavy hair was neatly brush to the side and he had a mouth piercing set on the corner. His eyes were decorated in black eyeliner and shadow making his golden eyes pop even more. A ripped black vest and a grey tshirt. His arms covered in black long sleeve gloves that only exposed two of his fingers! Which being Adam was already a huge deal! Showing off some of his flesh was always a big deal for Adam... he thought only shame from his body, covering it whole, including his face until he fell and started feeling more free and comfortable to be without the mask. Lucifer always found it kinda hot that Adam reserved himself more than a nun. It left a lot for the imagination to wonder what was underneath all those layers. He supposed Charlie's group sessions have helped him alot to open up. But why was it such a turn on to see those fleshy fingers out in the open!? Lucifer they're just fingers! Get over it!

He was also wearing leather black pants that were visibly very tight on the ass and and groin area. With black spiked boots.

Lucifer: holy fuck. You didn't have to make him irresistible!

Angel Dust: that was the whole point of the makeover!

[kathaelipwse]

Oops... Did I Just Confess? | GOT7

Theme: An accident confession {Texts & Tweets}

Requested by: @canigotosleep--plz

Warnings: Fluff, on crack, unserious, funny, gn!reader, Non-Idol!GOT7

Word Count: 0.7k

☀️ Mark – "The Late-Night Oops"

↳ Text Messages

[You]: Ugh, Mark, I think I have a crush on someone 😩

[Mark]: Yeah, but they’re not me.

[You]: … HUH???

[Mark]: WAIT I DIDN’T MEAN TO SAY THAT

[Mark]: PRETEND YOU DIDN’T SEE THAT

[You]: Too late. You got some explaining to do, mister 👀

[Mark]: … I hate myself.

☀️ Jaebum – "Drunk and in Love"

↳ Text Messages [The next morning after the drunk confession]

[You]: Good morning, sleepyhead

[Jaebum]: Morning.

[You]: Do you remember what you said last night?

[Jaebum]: No… why?

[You]: You said "Love you" before knocking out.

[Jaebum]: …

[Jaebum]: Lemme just… erase myself from the planet real quick.

[You]: Sooo, was that an accident or should I say "I love you too"?

[Jaebum]: … I’m never speaking again.

☀️ Jackson – "Dramatic and Down Bad"

↳ Tweet on the friends group community

@ JacksonWang852: Y’all ever accidentally confess your love in the middle of a joke and then wanna delete yourself from existence??? Asking for a friend.

~ Replies: → @ You: OH SO NOW YOU WANNA ASK FOR ADVICE? → @ BamBam1A: Bro you did this to yourself lmaooo → @ Jinyoung: This is why you think before you speak. → @ You: Anyways, you love me, huh? 👀

@ JacksonWang852: NO ONE TALK TO ME EVER AGAIN.

☀️ Jinyoung – "He Really Thought He Was Subtle"

↳ Text Message

[You]: Did you really just say "I like you" in the middle of roasting me???

[Jinyoung]: … I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.

[You]: Sir. I am SCREAMING.

[Jinyoung]: Can you scream elsewhere. This is embarrassing.

[You]: Nah, I’m framing this convo. You like meeee 😌

[Jinyoung]: I regret everything.

☀️ Youngjae – "The Text That Changed Everything"

↳ Text Message

[Youngjae] → (accidentally sends "I love you" to you instead of his mom)

[You]: …Wait what.

[Youngjae]: HOLY SH— I DIDN’T MEAN TO SEND THAT TO YOU 😭😭😭

[You]: LMAOOO SO WHO WERE YOU TRYING TO SAY IT TO HUH???

[Youngjae]: MY MOM!! OMG STOP BULLYING ME!!

[You]: Soo… you don’t love me?

[Youngjae]: WAIT WAIT WAIT. I DO. I MEAN. I DIDN’T WANNA SAY IT LIKE THIS BUT YES. I DO.

☀️ BamBam – “The Dare That Backfired”

↳ Tweet

@ BamBam1A: Dating is so easy. Y’all just scared. 😌

~ Replies: → @ You: OH? If it’s so easy, then date me. → @ BamBam1A: LMAO bet. 🤣

5 minutes later…

@ BamBam1A: WAIT WAIT WAIT HOLD ON—

→ @ You: Nah, you said bet. We’re dating now, babe. ❤️😘 → @ MarkTuan: This is the dumbest way to start a relationship. I support it. → @ Jinyoung: This is embarrassing. → @ BamBam1A: So y/n you like me? Wow okay. → @ You: Why? Do you not? It would be a lie if you say no, honey. All know how you look at me. → @ BamBam1A: Fine, I love you Mrs. Bhuwakul. → @ JacksonWang852: Y’ALL ARE DATING NOW??? LMAO I’M SCREAMING

☀️ Yugyeom – "He Thought You Knew"

↳ Text Message

[You]: I just wish someone would like me already. Date's are exhausting!!

[Yugyeom]: What do you mean? I’ve liked you forever.

[You]: …EXCUSE ME???

[Yugyeom]: Wait.

[Yugyeom]: I THOUGHT YOU KNEW.

[You]: SIR, HOW WOULD I HAVE KNOWN??

[Yugyeom]: IDK I THOUGHT IT WAS OBVIOUS??? OMG THIS IS EMBARRASSING.

[You]: NO NO COME BACK, LET’S DISCUSS YOUR LOVE FOR ME.