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YOU AHVE A CRUSH ON ME?;!? WHAT
uh. hi. *leans on door and immediately falls*
( i love seeing you on my dash! we donât talk, but i wish we did! youâre super talented! i wish i could take care of you when youâre sad! you seem a little bit intimidating! you need to stop being so hard on yourself!)
ok those are there cus i forgot what some of them were but?!? omg?!? ty?! im so glad someone thinks im talented. and i promise you can talk to me whenever!!! idk how im intimidating but im just a silly guy!! dm me or even just reply to my posts!! anything!! :D
and yeah. ty for saying you wanna take care of me and hope i stop being down on myself. ill try? idk i cant promise anything here but i appreciate it a lot regardless.
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Hiii can I pls request đ± childhood home/room with Charles Leclerc or lewis and female reader? Loads of fluff and maybe nsfw?
For Charles like praising but if you write Lewis maybe an age gap, praising, pocessive? Soft but dominant for both and talking the reader through it with an extensive aftercare? Like all giggling and cuddling etc would loveee that
ౚৠitâs called charm baby !



°. â pairings ( Lewis Hamilton x female! Reader )
°. â summary ( your boyfriend knows how to make you feel better, after dinner with him meeting your family doesnât go well )
°. â details ( g; fluff & smut. w; smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!!!), cursing, hair pulling, I think thatâs all?. wc; 2.7k )
ïčââ prompt ~ childhood room
Ë àŒ đ roroâs notes ( I COULD NOT STOP GIGGLING AS I READ THIS NONNIE YOU ARE A GENIUS !!!! This was my first Lewis fic, and I just loved writing for him so thank you for sending in the request, I really hope you enjoy this !!! Iâm still kinda new to writing smut so I hope you guys like it <333 )
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âWell that went better than i expectedâ Lewis mused after he heard the sound of you closing the door behind you. His eyes were immediately drawn to your walls, taking in every detail with a fond smile. He always wondered what your childhood room looked like; he'd seen a few pictures of you in the room, but it was different from actually being there. He didn't get a chance of getting a good look earlier when the two of you had brought your shared luggage up, your youngest brother who was only a few years younger than you, whisking him away before he could really take everything in.Â
You could hear the slight of sarcasm in his tone making you feel even worse on how your parents âžș no how your father treated him at dinner. The two of you decided to finally come visit your parents now that Lewis is on break. You were a little hesitant on coming, knowing how your father could be, but Lewis was convincing. Your mother was as sweet as always, asking questions about his career and giving his family good wishes, your two brothers were eager to talk about his career as well, your niece was absolutely smitten with him, and your father . . . completely uninterested. You knew he wasn't happy with you and Lewis's age-gap with how much he voiced his opinion about it, but still you thought he'd at least try . . . for you.Â
âIâm really sorry lew, we shouldn't have comeâ you frowned as your eyes followed your boyfriend of a year around your room. He was taking in every detail, everything in your room made sense to him, everything was so you. Lewis looked away from your collection of posters over your desk and moved to sit on the edge of your bed facing you, a smile on his lips. âDon't say that baby, i know you really wanted to see your family, and I've had a great time.âÂ
âGive me a few more days and I'll get your dad to like meâ Lewis promised as he leaned back on his hands, a small giggle leaving his lips as he saw the clearly old stuffed bear perfectly sitting on your bed. You feel your heart warm at his words, he was always so selfless, willing to go through anything just so he could see a smile on your pretty face. You swiftly lock your door and walk over to your boyfriend, the corner of your lips twitching up into a smirk when you watch how his eyes immediately drop to your swaying hips.Â
âYou are quite charmingâ You whispered as you placed your hands on your boyfriend's shoulders, feeling the smooth silk of his shirt as you climbed up onto his lap, the two of you keeping eye contact as he looked up at you. Lewis smirked as he heard your coquettish tone that he loved so much. The dress he bought you in Brazil riding up your thighs at the new position and he was eager to move his hands to caress your bare thighs, chills decorating your skin at his touch.Â
âOh, am i?â he teasingly asks you even though he was well aware how charming he is with how much you reminded him, a cocky smile on his lips. Lewis watched as you playfully rolled your eyes as you moved your hands to his nape, your breath hitching when you felt him slide his hands under your dress and up your thighs. You playfully chided him with a click of your tongue and a small shake of your head âCockiness doesn't look good on you Lewis.âÂ
That's a lie. It looked really good on him . . .Â
âFuck but you doâ lewis quickly breathed out as he looked up at you, swiftly moving one of his hands out from under your dress and tangling it in your hair at your nape and pulling you down into a wet kiss heâs wanted to do all day. A small sound of surprise leaves your lip that he's quick to swallow, his lips eagerly moving against yours. You move one of your hands to cup his cheek, the soft caress of your thumb on his jaw was completely different from the passionate kiss the two you were sharing.Â
You absentmindedly grinded against your boyfriend's lap, a mix of a moan and a whine leaving your lips at the feeling of the friction against his bulging length and the feeling of his grip tightening on your hair. The two of you were both so desperate for each other's touch, having to be good and keep your hands to yourself all day in front of your family. God it was torture, especially seeing how good he looked. The lingering touches he left on your waist as he walked past you, or the soft touches on your thighs under the table. He knew what he was doing . . .Â
You reluctantly pull away from your boyfriend's addictive lips, panting against his lips as you're slow to open your eyes. You lock eyes with lewis darkened ones, your thighs clenching around him when he untangles his fingers out of your hair and uses his thumb to wipe the spit off your tingling lips. âPleaseâ your tone is desperate and whiny. You didn't have to say anything else; he knew what you wanted, and your eyes were begging him to fuck you.
You knew you were playing with fire, but your room was far enough from your parents, and you were too needy to really care. Lewis groaned as he felt you grind your hips impatiently against him, a smirk forming on his lips. He could feel you throbbing even with three layers of clothing between the two of you. Lewis chuckled and rested his hand on your collarbone, his thumb teasingly tracing the column of your throat, knowing that you were just itching to have him wrap his hand around it. His hand under your dress gripped your thigh âYou think you can be quite hmm? Be my good girl?âÂ
âI promise lewis, i'll be your good girlâ you promised as you nodded quickly, starting to get impatient as you felt his hand slowly move up and down your thigh, the cold chill of his rings against your warm skin sending a shiver down your spine. You couldn't wait anymore, and he could see that. The look in your eyes, the impatient rolling of your hips,Â
âI know baby, you're always my good girl aren't youâ Lewis whispered as slowly trailed his hand up the inside of your thigh. You let out a small huff of frustration, just wanting to feel his fingers calm that ache between your thighs. But you were quick to close your mouth and bite your lip at the stern look lewis gave you, he had no problem with you being needy, but he crossed the line at you being bratty. But heâll take pity on his pretty girl, he moves his hand right to where you were needing him the most. A gasp leaving your lips at his touch while a small chuckle leaves him at how damp your panties were, his pointer finger teasingly rubbing your clit through your panties.Â
âMhm yes lewâ you whimpered and leaned down to lay your head on his shoulder, softly biting his silk shirt to keep your moans at bay as he dips his fingers into your panties, covering his fingers in your slick and smoothly slipping two fingers inside your throbbing hole. You wrap your arms around Lewis muscular shoulders, a whine leaving your lips at the sudden stretch.Â
Lewis smiles cheekily and looks down at you, your lips parted as sweet and quiet moans left your lips as he continued his slow movement, massaging your tight walls. Leaning down to whisper in your ear, his beard tickling your face, but you were too lost in pleasure to say anything about it âAwe darling, you're just sucking my fingers up, so tight.âÂ
âFeels so goodâ You moaned out, tilting your head to start kissing and sucking your boyfriend's godly neck, desperately needing to occupy your mouth so you wouldn't be moaning out praises and curses at the pleasure your boyfriend was giving you. Lewis let out a quiet grunt at the feeling of your lips on his burning skin, sucking and nibbling. And the way you gently rutted against his fingers and the choked-out moan you let out when he curled his fingers up, made him want to lay you across the bed and fuck you until you couldn't take it anymore.Â
âLew i need more âžș please fuckkk i need moreâ you begged, letting out a sharp gasp when he starts rubbing your clit with his thumb, his hand covered in your slick. Lewis smirks and locks eyes with you, your eyes glazed over. His poor baby was already fucked out and he hasn't even taken his cock out. Lewis kisses your forehead and slowly pulls his fingers out of your sopping hole and softly patting your clit as he whispers.
 âOnly because you asked so prettily.âÂ
âFuck darling, you take me so fucking wellâ Lewis got out between his grunts, his thumbs dipped into the dimples of your back as he holds tightly onto your waist as he thrusts into you from behind. His eyebrows furrowed and his lips parted as his gaze was fixed on where your bodies connected âžș loving how good your pussy swallows him in. He slides his hands down to hold your ass, his fingers sinking into your skin and spreading it open slightly to watch as his dick covered in your slick disappears in your needy cunt.Â
A soft chuckle leaves his lips when he notices your trembling thighs âFeels good, huh?âÂ
âFeels so goodâ you mewled in pleasure, your arms were stretched under the coolness of your pillows, and the soft fabric of your duvet against your cheek and naked body felt so good against your burning skin. Your face was smushed against your soft pillow, hoping that it would help muffle your uncontrollable moans that only got more frequent the harder his thrusts got.Â
Lewis pulls up your hips and adjusts the pillow under your hips, the new angle causing him to pound into you deeper. A loud moan leaving your lips at how deep he was stretching you âžș you felt so full. The sound of your skin meeting creates a lewd noise that makes you feel like you were in a trance, being lulled by the rhythmic sound. You pull your pillow closer to you, whines and moans leaving your parted lips as your body jerks forward from the hard thrusts âIt's too much!âÂ
Lewis leans down as he continues fucking into your aching cunt, one of his hands softly rubbing up your back before tangling his hands into your hair and making a makeshift ponytail and pulling you up against his chest. Your back arched and one of your trembling hands moved behind you and dug your fingers into the skin of Lewis thigh so you wouldn't fall, a delicious hiss leaving his lips at the sting he welcomed. âYou can take it baby âžș we both know you canâ he whispered huskily in your ear, trailing off into a taunting coo, both of you thinking back on the countless times of you fucking yourself on his cock.Â
âYou gonna cum for me love?â Lewis moaned, feeling the way you clenched around him, the feeling bringing him closer to his own peak. âYes lew!â you whined as you tilted your head back against him. Lewis kept his eyes on you taking in the beauty of your side profile as he continued to fuck you. Your eyebrows were furrowed, and your eyes were glazed over with pleasure, your mouth parted as quiet moans slipped past your lips.Â
âIâm gonna cum âžș fuckkâ you cried out, but it came out muffled from lewis hand quickly covering your mouth, your head tipping forward as you felt that rope inside you snap, letting you fall into your own desire. Everything went silent for a second and you swore you lost vision as you came undone. And like a chain reaction, Lewis spilled himself deep inside of you, not being able to hold back once he felt you cum around him. Quiet grunts leaving his lips as he tilted his head back in pleasure.Â
Your trembling body fell forward on your bed, a whimper leaving your lips at the feeling of him slipping out of you while a hiss left his. You snuggled your face into your unruly sheets as you tried to catch your breath and calm down from the intense orgasm your boyfriend led you to. Lewisâs sweaty chest heaved as he panted and also tried to catch his breath, his eyes closing for a few seconds.Â
He looks down at your tired body and places his hands on the bed at the sides of your body, softly kissing your back a few times a smile on his lips at the sight of your sweaty body. You let out a quiet groan as you rolled over in bed, your glazed over eyes looking up at your smiling boyfriend. Lewis leaned down, placing his hands by your head so he wouldn't crush you with his body weight.Â
âYou did so good fâmeâ lewis praised you as he placed gentle and soft kisses all over your face. You smiled and shut your eyes at the soft feeling of his lips, one of his hands moving to gently caress your side. His head falling into the crook of your neck to softly kiss. You hum in satisfaction at his soft and sweet touches and whisper âup for a bath?âÂ
Lewis placed a few more kisses on your shoulder and collarbone before sitting up on his knees between your spread legs. You smile and sit up as well, placing your hand on his abdomen before placing a soft and meaningful kiss over his heart. Lewis looked down at you with such love, taking your hand on his chest into his and placing a kiss on it before whispering âAlways with you darling.â
Lewis helps you out of your bed and into your bathroom that was connected to your room, his hands flipping the switch while you were already moving to the shelf in your bathroom, grabbing a few candles and setting them on the edge around your big white bathtub. You would be lying if you said you didn't miss your bathtub the most about your childhood room.Â
Lewis rests his hands on your waist as you lean down to turn on the water, hot water soon pouring out and filling the bath. You giggle when you come up, your back coming flush against his chest. Lewis was quick to place a few kisses on your shoulder and whisper in your ear how beautiful you looked. You turn around and playfully scold him with a grin on your face âYou're such a flirt.âÂ
âI prefer to say I'm just charmingâ Lewis smirked, using your words against you. You bit your lip and nod your head, touchĂ©. You let Lewis get into the bath first, and then you. Your body nestling between his legs and his arms wrapped around your waist as you leaned back against his chest. The two of you enjoyed a few minutes of peaceful silence as you relaxed in the warm bath, your muscles relaxing from the cardio.Â
âI love youâ you broke the silence as you tilted your head to look back at him. He could see the reflection of the candle burning in your eyes, and your lips were so red from all the bruising kisses the two of you shared. He brought his water-soaked hand and cups your cheek, bringing you closer and resting his forehead on the side of your head. Yes, the dinner didn't go the way the both of you wanted, but he wouldn't have changed anything because it brought the two of you here . . . in that soft moment filled with nothing but love and vanilla candles.Â
âAnd i love you â
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Hiii!! I can ask for jjk men (your choice!) with a girlfriend who doesn't look like it but is like super strong! áŠ(ĂČ_ĂłË)ဠI have a love for those types of characters<3 thanks in advance!
I hope you are getting better â€ïžâđ©č
jjk men & their "looks like a cinnamon roll but could kill" you gf
featuring. gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, nanami kento x fem! reader
warnings. cursing
note. anonnn <33 i absolutely love this one, i have so many speculations for different characters about this request omg, thank you for requesting love, i hope this one is up to par, much love xoxo (and i am feeling so much better now, thank you for checking up on me). OH AND GUESS WHAT? u don't understand how thankful i am to reach 300+ followers in the first week??? u guys rock, ilysm

GOJO SATORU. i feel like he'd feel so betrayed after finding out how you're very strong?? one second he's looking away and then the next second, he looks back and a curse is ready to pounce on you. he grits his teeth when he realizes that â but before he could even do anything, there you were, sending out a strong punch that leaves a gust of wind as a cherry on top.
gojo could only stare at you, jaw dropped. all he could think of was how on earth did you do that and how could someone so...cute and adorable like you send out that kind of punch. honestly, on one side he felt so betrayed to only know of your power now â but on the other side, he's so damn proud of you.
after all of that, you still managed to send him your most innocent smile as if you didn't just almost possibly created a hurricane with that punch of yours. skipping happily and then throwing yourself onto the male, "satoru!"
"you never cease to surprise me, baby." he chuckles.
and you blinked at him innocently, a little confused at what he's talking about. at first gojo thought you were just pretending not to know, but when he realized that you actually didn't know, it dawned upon him that maybe you didn't even realize how strong you actually are.
"y/n, you just obliterated a curse."
"oh. oh. yeah! i did."
yeah, you definitely weren't aware of your own strength. which surprised gojo even more.
TOJI FUSHIGURO. he's always thought that protecting you was one of his main duty, and believe me when i say that toji is always on guard for anything that could possibly send harm your way. feral animals, harmful plants, annoying babies, curses, anything he finds annoying â he just assumes you don't like them either.
despite not having a cursed energy, toji is strong. anyone would agree with that. so when he settled in with you, someone who radiates such loving and gentle aura, toji made it his job to keep you out of harm's way.
but apparently, you've got that under covered.
being in a relationship meant going out on dates occasionally, right? however, some people do not understand the meaning of "i have a boyfriend" and it annoys you. so when toji was away to fetch a few things and you were left alone, a stranger felt like it was the best time to hit on you.
"saw ya' from a couple of minutes ago, thought you're cute. we should hang out."
obviously the word "no" didn't work as he kept on bothering you, and you do know how people react when they don't get what they want sometimes? they just plain out throw words to boost up their ego and deny their own embarrassment. it's funny.
"whatever. ya' aren't that cute anyways." everything began out as an exchange of words â until anger consumes the best out of them. the male got ready to swung his hand on you.
and believe me when i say that toji was having the time of his life watching you exchange angry words with the guy, until he saw the male raise his hand. toji was about to drop everything and come to your rescue, but stopped when you smacked the stranger across his face harshly it sent him stumbling over his own feet.
toji chuckled lightly, although surprised. that day, i swore he promised himself not to get on your bad side (also, he thought it was pretty hot of you). he told you he'd been watching from afar, and was so ready to be your knight in shining armor.
apparently, you are your own knight in shining armor.
NANAMI KENTO. for the longest time, nanami has stood his ground in defending you from malices and curses. some of the people do not like the idea of you and him together, especially girls who failed to obtain his attention (obviously). and he'd always be the one to tell them to piss off and not to butt in his relationship.
you were just a normal businesswoman working normal office hours, and nanami â well, he's a pretty busy man. but he has made himself visible to your work environment a couple of times, mostly because you were clumsy enough to forget your bento box that you made for yourself before going to work.
and apparently that few times was enough to make girls swoon over your boyfriend. honestly, you could care less. you trust nanami. but things went rock bottom when this one particular girl, a co-worker who was obviously jealous of you. and she doesn't hesitate in showing that to you.
"accidentally" spilling coffee on you, "accidentally" stepping on your foot with her heels, "accidentally" bumping into you, "accidentally" elbowing your head when she walks by. just everything in an attempt to get a reaction out of you so she could possibly play the victim card.
you brushed her every attempt off, although it bothered you quite a bit. but your last straw was when she "accidentally" ruined the report you've been working on for the past week, sacrificing your rest and sweat for it â only for her to dump down a cup of iced macchiato on it the day you were supposed to hand it in to your boss.
you've just had enough of her, and this was not something you can brush off like her other "accidents" because this report would affect your position in the company (and possibly get you fired). but at this point, do you even care? no, no you don't.
"so, is this the part where i hit her?" you ask another co-worker who was there in the room when everything happened, and they nervously shook their head, "really? i feel like this is the part where i do."
so when you did send a punch to her jaw, your other co-workers were quick to run find help (your boss). and all it took was one punch to make the girl wobble weakly, her knees buckling.
oh, and your boss wasn't too happy about your resort in violence, especially in the work area.
"i don't care, i'm fired anyways." you took off the company's id card that was hanging from around your neck and tossed it onto the table before packing your bag to leave.
your boss wasn't the only unhappy one, you were too. and nanami as well.
"it isn't my fault, kento."
"i know, darling. i'm not saying it's your fault, i'm just surprised...that's all."
well, that was the first time you've ever threw a punch to someone. and the first time you've ever been fired, so yes. it is a surprise to nanami, but to you? you were expecting it sooner or later with the pace of how that co-worker was going in with her shenanigans.
"she was pushing it."
nanami was silently proud of you for being able to defend yourself though, "well, at the end of the day, you won the fight. right?"

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Hiii I think it would be soooo adorable if you could write a waitress reader x Logan where he's only soft with her and protective and the story is like tooth rotting fluff â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
I absolutely loved this request and it helped get me out of my writing block! I have been sick so it isn't proof read but I hope you still like it <3 request are open and so is my messages if anyone just needs to talk
He's your regular. Not the restaurants. Truth be told, he couldn't stand the food that was on the menu, but he bared it and ordered the same thing every time just so he could get a glimpse of you.
The two of you started to talk after the third or fourth time he came in, and he learned a lot about you. Usually, you wouldn't talk to regulars, especially about personal problems, but something about him made it easy to talk and not feel judged. With him coming in so often, it was easy for him to see if something was bothering you, and if something did, he made sure to take care of it.
As soon as you saw him walk in, you made sure to put in his order and grab his black coffee before going to sit him in your section. You were hoping he would come in today if you were being truthful. Earlier, there was a customer that was very flirty, and when he realized it wasn't going where he wanted, he left without paying. He did leave just a wonderful tip though...his number.
You sat Logan's coffee down in front of him and gave him a weak smile. "Your food will be up soon." You said as you started to turn to check on your other tables. His hand quickly grabbed your arm softly to stop you. "Can you add an order of fries to that?" He asked innocently. When you gave him a confused look, he just smiled sheepishly and shrugged. "They sound good...?" You giggled and wrote it on a ticket. "I'll go put that in right now for you."
Soon after, you returned with his order and sat everything down for him. "You need anything else?" You asked, not sounding as upset as you did when he first sat down. He nodded and pushed the plate of fries towards you, "sit down and eat, tell me what happened earlier, bub." You looked around before sighing and sitting down across from him once you noticed there was no one else in your section. "It's really nothing serious, just this customer..." You explained the whole situation, and Logan took note of how you described the man. Took note of his height, his hair color, his built, how he seemed like a cocky businessman. Logan made a promise to himself that he would handle anything that bothered his little waitress, and this was no exception.
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Sweet Tooth
summary: the motions of patrick zweig, sleeping around for a place to stay, finding culinary genius! reader who owns a bakery- and things donât go as planned, but he couldnât end up more grateful for it.
warnings: cutesy. unsuspected feelings. lots of flirting. player/dirtbag turned boyfriend! patrick <333 kissinggg. smut! fingering, mentions of oral. sex. the L word. lots of fluff, and a very sweet ending.
- Patrick is not the kind of guy who denies himself a dessert. Heâs not one of those sports guys obsessed with macros and calories. He knows moderation, he knows heâs an active guy who can afford to get himself something. Heâs in his car, still living in it, when he passes a new bakery. Heâs just spent money on food and gas, so heâs not able to head in, but it looks like a cute little place and he promises to check it out when he has the spare cash.
- heâs still whoring himself out for a place to stay. he canât afford not to. heâs spending time on tinder, swiping as he lays himself down in the back seat. something is up with the settings, heâs getting older women. like older older. geriatric, almost. theyâre probably established and have houses, but he does have some standards. he goes to the age settings and sets it back. or somewhat close to it. heâs including 18-up. he sits up a little frustrated, looking at these 18 year old girls and swiping to maybe find someone with a better age. thereâs 23, 22, 27⊠27 wasnât so bad.
- itâs you. and youâre pretty. the kind of pretty patrick knows that he doesnât deserve, but when he swipes a yes on you, youâve already swiped yes on him as well. itâs a match. he takes that and shuts off his phone, going to sleep.
- he wakes up to a text on tinder from you, itâs recent, he woke up two minutes after you first texted. itâs only âhiiiâ. he sits up, texts you back. youâre not far at all, heâs got a date with you tonight at some local italian bar.
- heâs wearing a sweater when he meets you at the bar. his best one. usually heâs not too picky about it but youâre prettier than his usual exploit. so why not enjoy it? he looks friendly, approaching you with a smile and his hand extended, freshly out of his jean pocket. youâre prettier in person, he notes, shaking your hand, letting it linger just a half-second extra in yours.
- youâre in something pretty, but casual. tall boots, a sweater that hangs off your shoulder, and a little skirt that wasnât all that little. modest, something he isnât used to. the most modest women heâd dated had been the shameless dates that he desperately asked for, the poor women sometimes coming straight from work. you have a winning smile and your hand is soft and he sits next to you at the bar, exchanging his name for yours properly.
- âso you play tennis professionally?â you ask, leaning on your hand. youâre smiling at him and you are so sweet. âare you any good?â
âiâd say so.â he grins. âmight be.â
âyou could be sooo bad at tennis and youâd still be better than me,â you tell him. âanything that stands out in your career? iâm so curious.â
he tsked, looking at his drink in front of him. you were interested in him, wanted to talk about him. the ego boost he needed. âwon the junior us open a few years back.â he said. it wasnât that impressive but tell it to someone who doesnât know tennis and it sounds like a feat.
âhow long ago were you considered junior?â you smiled a little slyly. heâs never been caught on that before. âhow old did you say you were.â
he smirked, just a little stuck. âthirty-five.â
âso a while ago.â you smiled. âi donât know anything about tennis, iâll keep pretending for you.â you nodded, taking a sip of your drink with a cute little grin. you were a little bit spicy along with the sweet, he could get behind that. literally.
- heâs talking to you and youâre swirling your drink around with a sly little smile and youâre cute in a way where heâs just a little curious about your character. youâre more than one-sided and itâs intriguing but he doesnât want it to get so far. heâs here to fuck you at your place, stay over, and leave with his shoes in his hand in the morning. he makes small talk, his face close to yours, the banter enticing and sexy but still somewhat tame. you had a personality, a good one, one he liked. sometimes it was just a little too easy and you werenât. you were more of a riddle, something he wanted to figure out.
- you had a twinkle in your eye. flirting came naturally to you, you were almost at his level. the conversation continued over forty-five minutes and two easy drinks.
- the bar food you ordered comes in a really badly plated, ugly little container with the food attached to the tissue. you pick up a piece, looking at it. âweâre not eating this.â you say, finishing your drink. âcâmon.â and you hop off the bar stool.
patrick looks at you, looks at the food in front of the two of you. he was hungry, this was how he was getting his food for today. heâd eat it⊠âhm?â
âcome with me.â you said, putting down the money for his drink and yours. he had just scrapped together just enough to pay for your drinks, but he didnât stop you. âwe arenât eating bar food.â
this hasnât ever happened to him. he stood up, looking at you just a little confused, but a sly smirk resting on his lips. you were leaving with him already- what did that mean? âwhere are we going?â heâd been here for about an hour and you were getting him to leave with you, he thought you werenât easy.
âyouâll see. come on, come on, youâre so slow,â you giggled, leading him out and onto the street. âmmm, i know what youâre thinking.â
âyeah?â
âsheâs easy.â you said. âsheâs easy and sheâs leaving with me.â
he chuckled, âi wasnât.â he was. he walked beside you on the traffic side of the sidewalk. it wasnât his usual conquest, but heâd take it.
âi am not easy, however, things come easily to me.â you grinned. he rubbed his chin just a little, looking at you as you walked. it was late, but you lead him into one of the little asian supermarkets that were somehow open 24/7. âlike guessing. youâre a steak guy, hm?â
âmight beâŠâ he nodded, looking around. you knew exactly where you were going, it seemed, the way you walked so quickly that he didnât have time to see anything up close before you were in the meat section. âwhy?â
âpeppercorn?â
âyeah.â it had been a good few years since heâd had steak. he had his hands in his pocket as you picked up the packaged meat and put it into one of the thin little plastic bags. you spun away from the meat section and over to the vegetables. you picked up a pack of mushrooms and two zucchini.
âyou like vegetables?â
âwhatâs the green one?â
âzucchini.â you smiled. âoh my god, youâve never had it. perfect.â
he was so lost, just following you. he wasnât going to leave but this was definitely weird. you were cute, bounding around in your sweater, grabbing a few other things. a clove of garlic and some other little bottle of something.
- you check out at the counter and itâs more money than heâs seen in two years. youâre not rich, he knows that, he would have known it. heâs still just so lost and you turn to him as you walk out of the store. âbored yet?â you asked.
ânot at all,â he nods. âcan i ask about this?â
âyes, you can ask about it.â you tell him.
âyou usually take your dates grocery shopping?â
âthatâs not asking about it,â you reply, with a smile, turning at the corner. heâs following you, a grin on his own face. youâre cheeky. and your sweater is falling further down your shoulder. he takes a bag to help you carry it. the things he does for a place to stay⊠âand no, not usually.â
he chuckles, âsoâŠâ
âso youâre lucky i hate bar food.â
he laughs, quietly muttering, âwhat the fuckâ. but heâs glad, heâs into it. youâre different.
- you continue to lead him and you stop outside the bakery he noted just yesterday. shiny, new, and you have keys. you have the keys. you work here. âyou coming?â you ask him. youâre holding the door open for him. he takes the door from you and you slink inside, walking around to turn the lights on. the blinds are shut and the lighting is pretty. fairy lights on the wall, wall lamps, all yellow and pretty.
âyou work here?â
âsomething like that,â you smile, bringing the food back into the kitchen. he follows, looking over everything. âi might own itâŠâ
âmight?â
âmaybeâŠâ you smile. heâs a little taken aback by that, but itâs occurring to him he didnât ask what you do. youâre a baker.
he grins, sliding around you as you bend to grab things from the cupboards. a cutting board, a knife, and you start running the big sink in the corner. he watches you quietly as you tie your hair up off your neck and pull your sweater off over your head. you have a pretty little tank top underneath, square neckline and thick straps. heâs never been so far away from a girl while she strips. you turn to him, âi donât bite.â you grin. he notices how quiet heâs gone.
âno? i was counting on it.â
âyeah?â you say, unsheathing your chefs knife. he steps closer to you, smirk on his face. heâs a shameless guy, heâs not afraid of your rejection. but you grab a zucchini and press it against his chest. a long, thick, suggestive vegetable, but you kindly, and slowly, with a seductive tone to your voice and looking up at him through your eyelashes⊠tell him to help you cut it up.
- youâre cooking for him, he figures out. youâre cooking food. real food, just on a whim. itâs kind of you to a point that he feels just the slightest bit bad about what his intentions are. âyou do this for every guy? steak and vegetables?â
âyouâre just the odd lucky one.â you tell him, adding the vegetables to the pan. the meat is done. âfood, real food is so important. taste is important as well as the sanitization process- itâs so easy to get food poisoning from a bar. here, less likely.â
âgood to know.â he said, his back against the counter next to you, watching you cook. it smelled amazing. âi appreciate it.â he was genuine. not only did you save him from potential food poisoning, but you saved him from being hungry tonight. âthanks.â
âi am sorry itâs not a cheap bar date, if thatâs really what youâre into.â
âi donât usually get dragged to bakeries at 10pm, itâs a good change.â
you stir the vegetables around, âso you date a lot?â
âi wouldnât say a lotâŠâ he says. âenough.â
- you talk to him about that. you ask if heâs dating to date or dating for potential and he just smiles. how can he tell the woman making him dinner from scratch that heâs not looking for anything serious?
- you nod, deducting his answer from his lack of answer. youâre cleaning as you go and you plate up the food all perfect and pretty and hand it to him. you clean the last dish and put everything back. âi really hope you like it or i just yanked you away from perfectly bad bar food.â
âiâm going to like it. thank you, this is amazing.â he tells you. he drops the sly act, he canât keep it up over the fact you made him food. real food. good food. heâs been starving. he could kiss you right now. he probably would have, shamelessly, if there wasnât a plate between the two of you. he decides against it.
- you sit down with him at one of the cafe tables, watching him eat the first bite. then the second with hardly enough time between. itâs delicious, he makes a mental note to put effort in when he fucks you later. you giggle just a little, âitâs not going anywhere.â
âmâsorry-itâs good,â he says, mouth full. itâs a turn off, but for a cook and a baker, its one of the best things. you lean your cheek on your hand again, it kind of smushes your face and patrickâs only thoughts are that the steak is good and that youâre pretty. pretty is different than gorgeous. youâre gorgeous too, of course, but youâre pretty because youâre cute. youâre cute. and itâs weird to think so. when you were down to meet him so quickly, on such short notice, he thought this would be something fast. he tells himself that heâs only feeling differently because this date is taking longer than his usual. by now heâs usually inside of whoever heâs gone out with.
- his lack of table manners is something you can afford to not mind. heâs tall, heâs got nice curls, a nice beard, a good nose, and a gorgeous grin. heâs asking you questions about your bakery and itâs surprising to him too when he realizes heâs been actually listening. the conversation at hand is engaging and heâs into it probably as much as heâs into you.
- âso the tennis thing, you still do that? like all the time?â you asked him, twirling your fork between your fingers.
âall the time.â he nodded back. ânot as much as i used to when i was on tour. itâs good though. i get by on challengers.â
âthey pay you?â he nods back and takes another bite of his food. âhow much usually? is that rude?â
he grins, youâre polite. ânot rude-mm- depends on the challenger. sometimes hundreds or around a thousand if you win the whole thing.â
âyeah? thatâs not bad. some pocket money,â you smiled, taking another bite. for patrick, it wasnât pocket money, it was all his money. âi wish baking brought you places. i would love to travel but i spent almost all i had to stay still. to get this place- and to get all the things to go in it.â
âit looks great,â he replied, nodding. âis it doing well so far?â who was he? invested in you? your life? your success? he was almost done with his meal.
âit is.â you smiled. you were pretty, grinning so wide over your passion. âitâs a lot of work, this is the only night iâve had off in a while. i am usually⊠in bed by now. i have early starts. iâm a grandma, i know.â
he grinned, âi donât mind.â
- dinner ends and patrick doesnât let you get the dishes. you follow him back into the kitchen and you let him wash the dishes while you rinse, then sanitize, then dry. drying his hands, he squeezed past you, hands on your waist as he passes you. you turn around, just a little jumpy. youâre jumpy. something possesses him to say sorry. and mean it. âno, itâs okay, i justâŠâ heâs not imagining the pink in your cheeks. god youâre so cute, itâs disturbing some part of him he didnât know was active. you cover your mouth and turn back to the dishes, stacking them neatly.
- patrick is honestly ready to leave. he could go, heâd sleep in his car, it was fine. but walking out on you felt wrong. after that meal⊠youâre in the fridge, looking around on your tiptoes. âi was so sure i had something chocolate in here. itâs not on this shelf⊠itâs not onâŠâ he comes into the fridge behind you, met by the cold air. he reaches above you.
âthis it?â he asks, gesturing to the row of chocolate desserts. you nod. he advances, moving the closest heâs been to you- his cologne, a little bit musky and a hint of cigarettes hits your nose. usually you wouldnât allow heavy scents near your food, but he smelled so good maybe it slipped your mind.
- he eats like a starved man. he really does. heâs so grateful, beyond, to have something so good for free. to him, youâre an angel sent to cure his hunger. you clean up for the last time.
âdo you want to come up for coffee?â you ask him.
âcome up?â
âmy apartment is upstairs,â you smile and itâs kind and its not laced with any sort of lust the way most women ask for him to come over to theirs. âcome up? i have beer if thatâs more your speed.â
he grins, leaning toward you. heâs taller than you by a good bit. and heâs gorgeous. and your heart skips. âif youâre offering.â
âi just might be.â you twist from side to side. heâs so smitten by you. youâre hot but youâre kind and youâre sexy as hell and you know that, but you donât act like you know it.
- you bring him upstairs and heâs looking over everything you have in your dimly lit, yellowy apartment. you have a lot of things to observe, but you beckon him to the couch while you get him a beer from your fridge. youâre not drinking anything. you just sit next to him on your knees, leaning against the back of your couch. he thanks you. he means it.
âitâs a nice place.â he says, taking a sip of his beer. âyou own it? or do you rent?â
âi own it. iâve been working since i was young and my parents hardly ever let me spend a penny.â you tell him. heâs impressed. more than. âit smells like brownies permanently, i think.â
he smiles, watching you look around. his eyes fall on your lips, on your body. âmm no, smells like you.â he states, eyes falling on the little painting of a cake on the wall.
you giggle, âme? my perfume?â
âmmm no.â he said. âyou smell good.â
âthank you,â you grinned. âso do you.â
he chuckled against the lip of his beer bottle, dimples showing. âso you really donât cook for all your dates?â
âi never have before, no.â you say, hiding half your face as if youâre shy. âiâm sorry if it was a bit much. or forward of me. iâm just so against bar food, itâs a culinary disgrace and i just⊠i like my kitchen. and i love to cook.â
âiâm not complaining,â he replied. he set his beer down.
- you got to talking about food and he told you all about the phase he had where heâd get taco bell every tuesday. youâre not a fast food person. he knows that. but youâre laughing in disgust when he tells you the things he used to get and it feels oddly worth it. heâs inching closer to you in conversation, leaning in more every minute. and youâre talking very closely and all of your expressions are so beautiful. more than pretty or cute or gorgeous, you are beautiful.
- your hands are resting on his knee. both of them, overlapping each other. heâs smirking at you, the sly remark you just made with the most innocent eyes. itâs getting later into the night, itâs almost 1am. the date is going on a lot longer than he thought. you were probably going to make him leave soon. he hasnât even kissed you. he could have to shut you up. you talked a lot but you were very passionate and you also dove into a lot about him. he could have shut you up. he wasnât against kissing spontaneously to get what he wanted but he was listening to you⊠he wanted to hear what you had to say.
- the night continued and you had your head rested against the back of the couch, listening to him talk about tennis. when he stopped, youâd ask another question about gameplay so heâd keep talking and you just listened. and he was enjoying it. more than anything heâd enjoyed in a long while. and as you continued to get tired, so does he. he wants to kiss you, he tells himself he will, heâll definitely kiss you when you finish your sentence and no. you both, tired, slowly fall asleep. itâs a mistake that he passed on coffee for beer.
- itâs the most connection heâs had with anyone in a while. the way you spoke to him was different, was fun, was filled with your personality and your sweetness. your head fell on his chest and you slept the night on the couch like that. at least it wasnât his car.
- he wakes up first to the girl who he didnât fuck or even kiss laying on his chest. itâs a trap is the first thought in his head. how did he get to stay over without fucking you? some loophole. he ignores the fact he was too invested in you as a person to do anything. though he wished he did, youâre perfect.
- you wake up and you sit up like nothing happened. âfuck.â you sigh, rubbing your eye. âfell asleep.â you smile. âhi.â
âhey,â he replied and heâs unable to stop the smile he has in response. âi think iâll take that coffee now if youâre offering.â
âwas just about to ask,â you grinned. you got up, your hair just a little messy, and hopped over to the kitchen to make the coffee. like you didnât spend a night on a strangerâs chest. like you didnât just wake up on top of him. he liked that about you. âdo you take cream, milk, sugar?â
patrick got up from the couch, walked over to you. âblack.â he said. âhey- about that-â
âdonât worry about it.â you smile. âit got so late, i donât even remember falling asleep.â
he wouldnât have apologized but something about sleeping over without fucking you just felt selfish and unfair. like he didnât pay for it. and he felt even more that way because not only had you fed him, but you had cooked for him. his way of thinking was fucked but it was how it was. âyouâre sweet.â you said.
âhm?â
âyouâre sweet. you care too much, though.â you tell him. nobody has ever said those words to him in his life. he grins. âsense of adventure. sleeping on a strangerâs couch by accident and the cause being passionate conversation.â
âitâs definitely something,â he takes the coffee from you. âthanks.â how is he supposed to leave now? coffee in hand.
âand i know youâre not looking for anything serious, so donât read too much into it. iâll do that for you.â you were so cheeky and he just couldnât take his eyes off you. you took down your hair, letting it fall. he should have fucked youâŠ
- you talk as you make breakfast. you donât mention that youâre doing so, but you are and he wonât stop you. he should be on his way, but youâre talking to him and heâs listening and he just canât bring himself to make up an excuse to go. youâre as sweet as the things you make and itâs hard to ignore the fact that you are different. maybe itâs the fact heâs not currently clouded by lust, the need to have you in that way isnât very forefront, seeing as he had a place to stay without it.
- âwaffles or pancakes? because every time i ask this, i get someoneâs bullshit answer. thereâs a very real answer to this.â
âreally? and what if iâm wrong?â
âthen no food.â you say, pointing at him with your spatula. âokay go.â
âwaffles.â he says.
âmmm nope.â you shake your head and narrow your eyes. âyouâre a victim of the syrup puddle delusion. pancakes are sooo much better, they are so absorbent. itâs the only way to go. especially with chocolate chip.â and the conversation is dumb. but youâre young, he canât expect you to be all serious. itâs new and itâs fresh and itâs fun. youâre fun.
- noon hits and heâs helping you clean. âiâm sorry if iâve held you hostage,â you tell him, setting aside the freshly cleaned plates. âhope you know you were free to go hours ago.â
âi knew, i knew,â he chuckled. âitâs not every day a professional wants to hold you hostage and cook for you.â
âso you just want me for my cooking. typical. typical,â you tease. âhere i thought you were different.â
âthe cooking is a bonus. not that your food isnât amazing, it is. really fucking good. itâs also not often i like whoâs cooking it.â
âoh my god you like me? really?â you tease him. itâs cute.
âshhh, okay,â he nods. heâs not a liar. âyeah. i think so.â
âcrazy.â you whisper, dragging your hand over his arm and back as you walk past him, smiling. youâre different, youâre doing things that are making him feel things deeper than he probably should. he tells himself itâs just because itâs longer than he thought- but he did wake up with his arms around you⊠thatâs something heâs never done with any woman heâs ever slept with, intentional or not. but he also didnât sleep with you, sleep with you.
- he says goodbye around 1pm. heâs overstayed for sure but you donât show any signs of it. and the conversation was never boring. it was a lot of talking and as he stood at the exit of the bakery, people trying to brush by him to get in (other staff were working obviously), he couldnât even get the chance to kiss you goodbye. not even that. though as he walked back to his car, he found that he really had wanted to.
- heâs back on tinder later. a place to stay is a place to stay. heâs got a process and heâs safe, he didnât sleep with you. heâs scrolling, but suddenly heâs extra picky. itâs weird. all these ideal matches, women heâd be fine with are suddenly just not it. youâre not out of his mind, but thatâs fine, another woman would erase you. no problem. if only he could pick one, find one⊠if all else fails heâd go to a bar and find one there.
- he doesnât. he gives up. he sleeps in his car. and heâs thinking about you. how you brought him back to your business, cooked a whole meal for him, a nice meal, an expensive one, let him sleep over, and made you breakfast and you let him slip out the door. was that casual for you? he couldnât help but to think about it, about you. about how the closest he got to you was while you were both asleep. it was an occurrence that just⊠didnât happen in the day to day. he fell asleep before he could do anything, that was rare, that was comfortable, that was⊠strange. and he couldnât stop thinking about it. a day passes in between.
- heâs unsurprised when you message again a day later, but glad. the sun is setting, he has to move his phone to avoid the orange glare.
y: hey :)
p: hi, how are you?
y: iâm good, how are you?
p: the same.
y: what are you up to?
p: not much. just finished at the court.
he lied, of course. he had to come across as busy, thatâs just how it was when girls called back. too busy.
y: ooh fun.
y: any chance you want to swing by? i baked something new and i need a test audience.
how could he say no? free food was free food⊠he climbed into the front seat and put his keys in the ignition. and he was going to see you again.
- he came in, different jeans, different shirt. a t-shirt this time, black. biceps and forearms on display. your bakery is busy and smells like fresh bread and chocolate and there you are, smiling, gorgeous, helping a little girl hold the baked goods for her mom, teaching her to hold the bag ânice and straightâ. he catches your eye, wandering in, looking at the atmosphere when itâs full of people. âpatrick, hi,â you smile, coming out from behind the counter.
he once again canât help but grin back at you. âhey. wow. itâs busy.â
âit is, it is, but we close in an hour, so itâll die down. i didnât think youâd be here now, i mean, i texted like ten minutes agoâŠâ
it dawns on him that he just launched into action at your call. well, fuck. that didnât look so good for him. he chuckled to himself, a little embarrassed. âi might have a bit of a sweet tooth.â
âfor me,â you grin, teasing.â no, i get it, who doesnât?â
he chuckles, âuh-huh, okay, yeah- i wouldnât know.â
âthought so,â you say, and you take his hand, leading him into the back, where your little chefs are doing their last tasks, cleaning up for the day. âmâkay, come here. try this.â you pick up a fork grab him a bite and youâre driving it to his mouth. heâs got no choice but to eat it. he does, laughing at how you just force fed him something, but his expression changes as how good it is. âitâs good?â
he speaks with his mouth still full- âitâs so good, what the fuck?â
you grin. itâs the first of many times heâs going to be force fed new items, he just doesnât know that just yet. âyou like it? really?â
âmmm- really, yeah. what is that?â
âitâs cinnamon and chocolate with a vanilla base to mimic simple pastry. its got a bit of a fudge to the chocolate and the cinnamon is freshly ground. itâs a cupcake inspired by a churro.â you jump up and down just a little. he could kiss you for this.
âcan i buy this off you right now?â
âbold to think you can buy anything off of me.â you scoff, picking up one of the tray. you grab the icing spatula and quickly spread the light brown icing over it and reach over to a little dark brown bottle. you drizzle the dark liquid over it and sprinkle something on top and hand it to him.
âiâve got ten dollars in my pocket,â
âthought you were just happy to see me,â you mock-sighed, then smiled. âno way iâm letting you pay, thatâs crazy. youâre my tester.â
he rolled his eyes a little, smiling back. âjust might be over this cupcake.â
âreally?â you stepped a little closer, cupcake in hand, looking up at him. you were sexy, and you made it look innocent- it was bad, it was really bad, there were too many people here to do what he wanted to do. he twisted his mouth to the side, trying not to smile too much. âwe close in thirty.â
âthought you said an hour?â
âthirty.â you replied, grabbing the oven gloves and taking a few final things out, beginning to wrap things. âiâll be up in twenty if you want to go up? grab anything in the fridge if youâre hungry.â
you really did lure him back to you with food. he grinned to himself, nodding and heading upstairs they way he knew how from last time.
- he does help himself to the cucumber in your fridge. he figures youâll miss it least and itâll tide him over. itâs weird being in someoneâs apartment without them. especially after only knowing them a few hours. but itâs worth it, you come with free food and a place to potentially stay. he tells himself that, anyway. heâs using you. or so he tells himself.
- he takes the time to walk around your apartment, seeing more than just the living room couch. you arenât the most neat person ever, but you keep your things where they need to be. he peeks into your room, looking at the curtains that drape the windows, the big bed, the bedside table with so many things on it. soon enough youâre upstairs, heâs on your couch again. you open the door and the scent of the bakery downstairs floods your apartment. heâs almost sane about the way you take your hair down and unbutton your cardigan. heâs pretending like you arenât hot. and when you sit on the couch next to him you sit closely. âhi.â
âhey.â
âdo you drink wine? red wine?â
âonly if iâm not drinking it alone.â
you laugh, âitâs more for me than for you. i need it after today.â
âfair.â he followed you with his eyes as you climbed over the back of the couch and into the kitchen, reaching for the wine bottle. âso it was a busy day. i knew youâd get customers, but that was wild.â
âvery,â you screwed the bottle open and got two glasses and you filled them up generously. âwe had a little girl come in and she dropped her dadâs entire order and he asked that we make him more for free. i had to explain that we couldnât do that- it was around $200 wasted on the floor. he was sooo angry.â
patrick met you in the kitchen and you handed him a glass of wine. âso what did you end up doing?â
âi kicked him out.â you said, drinking the wine. âi donât like disrespectful people- he demanded i make more, even after i offered a different cake.â
âgood for you.â patrick nodded. âi wouldnât take that either. guy wouldnât even take the cake you offered?â
you finished your generous glass. he wouldnât judge. âno. which is crazy considering the cake matched his fucking price- god it makes me so mad. he wouldnât even take what i, myself, spent time and money on.â
patrick enjoyed your passion. âif it would make you feel better, i probably would have eaten the ruined product.â
âshould i have called on you earlier for clean up? maybe then it wouldnât have felt so much like a waste.â you laughed. âi actually wasnât sure if i should at all.- sorry, the wine- that was weird of me to say.â
he shook his head, ânot weird. itâs fair. i donât usually text post-date.â
âmmm. it didnât go well enough? holy fuck- i am so sorry, i should not chug wine.â
he laughed, stepping just a little closer. âno itâs just⊠hm.â he stopped himself. âit was actually one of the best dates iâve been on in a while.â
âyou waited for me to call on you again? like a girl?â
âno, i just.. i donât usually go on second dates.â
âoh.â you nodded, pouring yourself more wine and topping his off. âbut you showed up.â
âmaybe iâm just here for the wine and baked goods.â
you lean your back against the counter but somehow youâre closer to him. maybe he took a step forward. either way⊠âdonât worry, i wonât tell anyone about your soft spot for me.â
he smirked, âwho said anything about a soft spot?â
you lean just a little more toward him. âdonât tell me i actually lured you back here with food. i think you like me.â
âyeah? guess i need a better poker face then, hm?â
you sipped again, âor⊠you could admit that you like my company. or me. either one. both.â
âwhereâs the fun in that?â
you rolled your eyes, tucking your hair behind your ear. âoh, fun. youâre looking for fun.â you nod, setting your glass on the counter and hopping up on it. patrick takes the extra space that you used to stand in and heâs still taller than you sitting on the counter. he smells good like he did the other day, cologne and cigarettes and to him. you note the biceps and you didnât get to see when he wore a sweater the other night. theyâre nice⊠he looks over you still, close to you. ânothing more than fun?â
âmaybe a little more than fun.â
âoh? and itâs not the wine?â
âno, itâs not the wine,â he scratches the back of his head.
âsooooâŠ?â
âmight be you.â
you giggled, cheering just a little. âoh my god, he admits it. this is crazy, should i bake a cake? what do i win, a third date?â
âyouâre ambitious,â he grins, stepping closer to you. his body is between your knees, heâs looking down at you. your heart picks up pace.
âtell me to my face you donât ever want to see me again.â
âi canât do that.â
âthought so.â
- he leans forward the same way you tilt your head up. heâs got that sick little smirk on his lips and his eyes fall from your eyes to your lips.
âso third date?â
âmaybe,â heâs getting closer. his body is as close to yours as it can be without being completely pressed against. your legs are on either side of his hips, itâs suggestive, itâs sexy, and you are smiling like youâre proud of yourself for something. he taps under your chin, âfine.â
you smile wider, eyes meeting his lips as well. youâre no better than him. especially after that chin tap. he could rush into this, kiss you hard, but thereâs something about the slowness that is enticing and hot. your eyelids and his both close just slightly, half-lidded, his nose brushes yours, your wine glass is heard being set back down on the counter. his scent mixed with the wine on his breath is intoxicating in itself.
- the phone rings. loud. itâs loud and itâs startling and it ruins everything. usually he wouldnât give up at something like that but itâs⊠you. and it was ruined. he could have kissed you and he didnât because it wasnât perfect. which was strange. because usually he wouldnât give that much of a fuck. he backed away and you looked at him apologetically, slipping off the counter, your hand trailing down his arm as you did, before getting the phone. itâs one of your product suppliers calling because he thought you were still open. you laugh, apologizing to the supplier.
- patrick feels like he should leave. usually itâs so cut and dry, he goes on the date, he goes back, he fucks, he leaves. itâs a simple process and it works. but you are you and youâre different and he hasnât even kissed you and heâs standing in your kitchen waiting for you to finish on the phone after a near-first kiss. now the regular him in his regular pattern wouldnât count any kiss with a number but youâve got some grip on him that he canât deny. even got him to say yes to a third date. his hand in his pocket. who is he to deny himself anything?
- he feels like a horny teenager with a girl whose parents are in the driveway. itâs not the time for a kiss, heâs listening to your conversation and it seems like thereâs a calculating issue.
- heâs standing, red wine glass in hand. heâs looking over the ladybug magnets on your fridge. he takes a sip, then places the glass on the counter. he hears the click of the phone back on itâs base and turns to look at you, âwhere were we?â you ask, hopping back over to him and pulling him in by his shirt. he didnât see that coming, but gladly, his lips are on yours. itâs a strong kiss, heâs pressed against you, bent just a little because heâs too tall. your hands holding his face, your hips connecting with his. he grabs your waist, keeping you there. his hands are strong and guiding and they are surprisingly still. and itâs a kiss. a long kiss. surprisingly long to patrick who is used to a multitude of messy kisses in the heat of a moment. this moment is heated differently. and the kiss is long and hard with gentle breaks between for breaths and itâs just⊠nice. he tastes the way he smells and apparently so do you. unsurprisingly sweet with the taste of wine.
- you pull away first. not him. you. he would keep kissing you if you didnât stop. his lips stay parted and you hover over them a second longer before you pull away entirely. âso about that third date⊠i think we should-â
- he sits with you on the couch again and he asks you about you. your bakery stories. your culinary school stories. and heâs laughing and so are you and the bottle of wine is done for and you havenât even kissed again. he wants to kiss you. heâs staring at your lips and he wants to kiss you again. he canât stop thinking about how it felt. who knew a kiss without sex was still so fucking good? he hadnât kissed anyone like since- well since Tashi, but Tashi wasnât ever feeling the same way on the other end of things but you so were. you were and this made for probably one of his top five kisses. top three. top two.
- the third date is at a restaurant you deem âgoodâ and when dinner is over, he walks you back to your apartment above the bakery and you kiss him at the door. another good kiss. shorter than the first. itâs somehow only your second kiss and heâs known you for about a week. but it doesnât stop him from wanting to know all of the things about you. soon enough you have plans to see each other again.
- itâs over lava cake now. you tried two different recipes and you need him to try both and heâs completely down. you sit on the counter and you make him open his mouth to give him the bites youâve perfectly prepared with the side of fresh strawberries and itâs erotic, somehow, the way your thumb moves over his lower lip to remove the excess chocolate. not only that, but you put your thumb in your own mouth. youâre teasing him. youâre evil, he deducts.
âbetter or worse than the first?â
âshuttt uppp,â he drags it out as he kisses you. what is known to him as the third kiss between you. kissing you with no intention of bringing you to your bed is something addictive. maybe itâs just you. the way you kiss him. your hand travels up the back of his neck and into his hair and youâre grinning when you part for air, his hands are on your waist and heâs pressed against you. itâs hard to stop kissing you. he finds it every time. you taste like chocolate and strawberries.
- you kiss him, letting his hand slide up the back of your shirt, his warm hands on your skin. you pull away, âyou want to go upstairs?â you breathe.
âi still have to compare the two.â
âthereâs better things upstairs to eat, i promise,â you grin. âwas that so bad.â
âthat was not so bad but from you i think it might be.â
âoh i knew it, but i had to make the joke at some point.â you smile and he smiles back at you before kissing you again. and he just kisses you. over and over and over. and he never even goes upstairs that night.
- he gets to kiss you more often. you see him more often. heâs over at yours or you go to a park and itâs just nice. the consistency is surprisingly nice and he doesnât even mind sleeping in his car, heâs got something good going. he hasnât had sex in a while but itâs worth it, really worth it. he didnât want to ditch the lifestyle but it was you and you were smart and kind and a little bit mean in a sexy way and he was only getting older. he deleted tinder.
- heâs kissing you, âpatrick- I have to- go back- downstairs,â heâs kissing you all he can to get you to stay. He slept over on the couch and you brought him coffee and a bakery croissant so heâs not letting you go. itâs a work day. he knows that. he pulls you onto the couch with him and youâre giggling, saying that you really need to get back to work, but his hand his gently squeezing your chest and sliding over your waist so you can spare a few minutes. you kiss like teenagers, a lot of touching but nothing too serious. patrick is a fan of the change of pace, of the anticipation, of you, so heâll gladly kiss you until your lips are pink and puffy with no sexual gratification. itâs nice to be able to sleep over without that obligation.
- when youâre across from him at dinner, you ask him what you are. and his brain is telling him to say something fake, protect himself, protect the player motif, but his heart is so in it. he has a big heart and a lot to give and itâs been misplaced far too fucking often. so his brain decides to tell him to go with his heart and he asks if you want to call yourself his girlfriend. he hasnât had a girlfriend since Tashi. and that was fucking ages ago. you are the first person able to crack him enough into something that could be serious. at first he thinks maybe youâre not into it, but you grin. âso that makes you my boyfriendâŠâ
âyeah,â he nods, mouth pinched a little to avoid the pending grin. âthat work for you?â
âiâll have to check with my other two boyfriends, but i think itâll be fine.â
- he chases you up the stairs to your apartment and kisses you against the door even with the threat of falling all the way back down all those steps. you manage to get the door open and you pull him inside before pulling away from the kiss and kicking off your shoes as you run from him. he chases you just a little, enough, youâre giggling as you throw your cardigan on the couch. patrick is opposite of you with the couch between so it could go either way so he jumps the couch, catching you and kissing you, picking you up, the billowy skirt youâre in sliding up your legs as they wrap around him. you kiss him, captured in his arms and he presses you to another wall, then another, and then heâs crawling over you in your bed. he kisses you like heâs never kissed anyone. heâs never had the intention to touch someone with such gentle hands. its always been rough, always lust-laced. not here, not how.
- and it isnât even sex. itâs just touching, heavy petting. itâs your denial of it that makes him want you so much more as your hand moves up and down his length. heâs big, you note that, it kind of scares you a little in the âhow is that supposed to fitâ kind of way, but itâs good. youâre good with your hands, itâs probably from all the dough-kneading youâve had to do in your lifetime. heâs weak for you and you only. you really were taking this slowly and he wouldnât have had it any other way. his hands slide over the skin of your waist, over your ass, coming back to your front, pushing aside your underwear, fingers that rub your clit and make you gasp. heâs experienced, you know that, but you kiss him and he tastes like smoke and you can forget it. besides, you know youâve already won him over. his fingers slip inside of you and itâs dawns on him that you are probably one of the best things to happen to him in a while. aside from sex, the lack thereof is something so enticing, so fucking intoxicating, and the way you moan his name without him having to truly be inside of you, itâs so rewarding. he thinks he might just stay, as if he hasnât already agreed to it.
- dating you comes with gaining a few pounds, thatâs a no-brainer. you feed him well. how can he say no when everything you cook is so fucking good and thereâs never a lack of dessert around? with tennis still in the picture heâs turning most of it into muscle, but that doesnât stop him from getting just a little bit softer. he hasnât slept in his car in three days, heâs in your bed and youâre laying on his chest, your hands tracing gently patterns on the skin of his stomach, tracing the hair down his abdomen to the v of his crotch and back up again. heâs not even thinking heâs glad to not be sleeping in his car, heâs contented with the fact youâre laying on him the way you are. and heâs only glad to not be in his car because you wouldnât be there.
- âwe never go to your place,â you say to him, âhiding bodies there or something?â
patrick scratches the back of his neck, scrunching up his nose just a little. âuh⊠something like that. itâs not very finished.â
âwhen have i ever minded a mess?â
âmmm, never, but i donât think youâd like it.â
you shook your head, âwhat if i kissed you? then would you let me come over?â
âyou kiss me all the time, what currency is that passive?â
you roll your eyes, âoral.â
âalso not hard to come by.â
âprove it.â heâs glad you give him something to do to drop the topic of his living situation.
- heâs coming to understand what a roux is and how to actually make food now that thereâs so many ingredients around. youâre teaching him and heâs begging you to come to the court and try tennis, but you tell him you that these things are not comparable. he picks you up and puts you on the counter as always and kisses you into it. maybe his hand slides up your thigh under your skirt. âpatrick. we have food in the oven that is almost done, focus.â
he kisses your neck. âwill it burn?â
âif you donât stop, it will.â you smile against his kisses, his hand creeping up the inside of your thighs, parting your legs. âpatrick.â your tone is warning but you donât mean it.
he kisses your jaw, your cheek, your lips, his tongue delving between yours. his other hand is on your lower back, bringing you closer to the counterâs edge. he stops in his tracks.
âyouâre not wearing anything under this?â
you smile against his lips, âmmm⊠nope.â and the kissing is only intensified. he pulls you closer and he tilts you back a little so his fingers can push inside of you. they curl perfectly, without sex heâs learned how to navigate you so well. youâre moaning and heâs taking it in like nothing heâs ever had before. this is domestic, this is perfect. heâs so into it, hard in his jeans. he wants you more than anything heâs ever wanted and you tease him with open legs and no underwear but you wonât let him fuck you.
- you really do want him to. so badly. god itâs almost a force of its own how badly you need him to. but the excuse this time is that the food is genuinely going to burn which is to your advantage because he picks up the pace at which his fingers are moving so that he can finish what he started before quickly and thoroughly washing his hands and taking the food out of the oven, you just breathe hard. he fixes your skirt so it once again drapes over your legs with a quick smile your way. god, heâs perfect.
- heâs enjoying himself in a way he didnât know was possible. it brings him a strange joy when you introduce him to your friends as your boyfriend and theyâre all impressed when they find out heâs a professional tennis player. âcanât be good for your sport to be fed eclairs all the time,â one of your guy friends joked with him. âyou look good though, man. and she looks really happy.â
- itâs not like you wanted the sex to be special. no, youâre not a virgin. itâs not going to be magic. things already do feel pretty good if youâre honest but itâs getting to the point where youâre getting a little too horny to exist properly around each other. youâre adults, youâve got all the time in the world to be romantic but as of lately itâs been feeling like thereâs some magnetic, otherworldly force. patrick himself is slightly denying himself the pleasure because it feels so good to exist in that state of anticipation. you on the other hand, youâve just been living to tease. youâre not easy, you donât want to be easy, if youâre easy you turn into every other woman. you take pleasure in making him wait, pulling him close, touching him in ways that he wonât soon forget.
- he watches you at work. comes home from the court, showers and comes back downstairs and youâre busy in the kitchen. your employees have learned to work around you when you stop to kiss him. itâs been a few months of this. he loves how passionate you are about your work and if heâs lucky youâll walk by his table, bring him coffee or a treat and sometimes youâll make him try a few things, he never has the option to put it in his mouth himself. you do that little thing he loves, wiping his lip with your finger and taking whatever excess and putting it in your own mouth.
- he helps you close. he turns off all the ovens and he helps to wipe down and sweep. youâre in the kitchen with him alone now and you kiss him every single time he passes you. strong kisses, ones that mean something. paired with maybe a peck or two. every kiss longer than the next. his hands always on your waist, always holding you close against him. he presses you against the wall, you giggle as you shut the blinds with your free hand. âmmm- patrick.â
âyeah?â
âyou want to go upstairs?â
âiâm busy,â he replies, kissing your neck. you sigh against him happily.
âpatrick.â
âuh-huh?â
âupstairs,â you urge him, eyes meeting his between kisses. âi spend all day down here, upstairsâŠâ
heâs clueless, used to what heâs used to, but heâll do what you ask, following as you hold his hands up the stairs. âam i cooking tonight or do you still feel like it? i feel like iâve really got that-â
you kiss him the moment youâre upstairs. itâs been a long day. he takes it happily, but itâs something more. the kisses connect and disconnect with more passion than to let this kiss have no intention. youâre grinning against his lips and he is once again backing you against the wall. his hand cradles behind your head and his tongue is in your mouth. heâs got his other hand on the back of your hip, sliding down over your ass. you hum into it, the breaths between short and pretty, your smiles mutual.
your hand slips up his chest, grabbing the collar of his sweater and using it to kiss him harder. your other hand creeps up the back of his neck. and then you start to pull his sweater up over his head.
- the difference isnât much. but he gladly takes off his sweater and his shirt. itâs no different. except you push him backward, grinning. he takes it with a smile, pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it somewhere. you push him back to your bed where he falls onto it and you begin to crawl over him. his hands on your waist as he adjusts where heâs sitting, your hand slipping down into his pants. no belt today, youâre lucky. he groans a little breathily as your hand does what it does best. heâs a fan of skirts, hiking it up, you do the very opposite and pull it down, off, thrown somewhere into some void. he sits up, meeting you, cupping your face.
your hand slips back out and you grind against him instead, his kisses varying in length just to be able to breathe out the way he needs. you breathe in his air, humming as you kiss him. âpatrick?â
âyeah?â
âtake your pants off?â
he chuckles between kisses and lifts you gently just so he can undo his zipper and pull them off. you grin, sitting back against him, grinding just a little. the new friction is good, elicits a larger groan from him. âwhat do you want from me?â he mumbles.
âdo i have to want something?â
âhave to want something. whatever it is, itâs yours. i already offered to cook.â
you laugh, kissing him still, âpatrick, love.â
âyeah?â you smirk, eyelashes fluttering. his hand slides up your bare hip. âoh, fuck.â
âyeah, about that,â you grin, kissing him again. he groans, his head tilting back as you kiss him harder. he takes it all. itâs you. itâs everything he wants.
- his hands shimmy your underwear down your legs and his fingers meet your clit in seconds. heâs into it, his fingers slip inside you. âyouâre so wet,â he mumbles.
âneed you.â you mumble back. âplease.â
your please is something heâs never gotten before. itâs all real and happening and heâs more than content with the ask. his boxers are off and he flips you onto your back. heâs not going to make you do the work the first time you have sex. heâs waited months to fuck you, heâs doing it himself and heâs doing it right. he knows you keep condoms in your top drawer, he reaches over, grabs one, and rips it open with his teeth. the wrapper flits to the floor.
- heâs big. you know this very well. youâve thought about it, dreamt about it, fantasized with your hand between your thighs about it, but itâs real and itâs a threat. the thing is heâs not just long. around 7 inches maybe high 6 inches but heâs also thick in girth. youâre kissing and itâs rough but he takes the time to mumble, âis this okay?â he asks like youâre a virgin as his tip bumps your entrance- he pretends itâs not the hottest thing. he pretends you donât make him weak. you tell him yes and you hold him a little extra close as he starts to push into you. it hurts- you havenât had anyone inside of you like this in two years maybe. for him itâs been a little less, but itâs felt like forever. heâs never been discontented with your sexual activities but this just beats everything. youâre tight and respectfully, he goes slowly, both of you moaning and grasping for some semblance of reality. the wait is already deemed worth it, him burying his cock in you as far as itâll go.
- he moves in and out slowly, but youâre not new to this. he soothes you, rubbing up your hip, your upper thigh, âtaking it so well. so good. itâs okay?â
âmhm-â you sigh, âfuck, oh my god.â
itâs more than satisfying. itâs more than he even thought it could be. âyou feel so good, so perfect-.â his words make you moan and he takes it happily. heâs increasing his pace, getting harsher with his thrusts and youâre taking it all perfectly. it hurts but masking that under the pleasure of being stretched and filled so completely. âgod, youâre-â he groans into your mouth. so many months without, he could have lasted so much longer if it was in regular practice but youâre tight and youâre moaning in his ear, his name is falling off your lips. âgorgeousâŠâ
âuh-huh,â you smile, kissing him as he fucks you into the mattress. that innocent smile on you that is so knowing, so fucking hot. itâs taking patrick all he can not to finish right then. sex with you is everything. everything. all-consuming, entirely satisfying
- forty minutes of completely sweaty, messy, perfect sex, heâs pulling out, and youâre breathing hard. âoh my godâŠâ you say, rolling back onto your back. âiâve been going without that?â
patrick smirks at the ceiling before rolling over, looking at you. he met you with the intention of sex with you but looking at you he couldnât imagine that ever being true. there was no way it would have ever been as good as it just was if heâd pulled his moves all that time ago. it felt like forever. âgoing without?â
âi liked the tease,â you nod back, smiling just a little. âiâm hungry, are you hungry? iâll make dinner in a few.â
he smiles at your need to feed him. âjust a little.â and he begins to kiss down your bare chest, your stomach, between your thighs. âyouâre so pretty, you know that?â he kisses your inner thigh gently. âprettiest.â
âi mightâŠâ
âso so pretty,â he kisses your opposite thigh. the shivers you had just felt return with a hot flush of goosebumps throughout your entire body. and his tongue works that same magic you know it to.
- you of course, make too much food after that. glowing with the high of sex and three great orgasms. patrick sits a little bit quiet. if heâd done this and been out the door he wouldnât be here. he wouldnât be sitting at the table, listening to you weigh up and down about making brownies or cake. youâre so excited. youâre so happy. and heâs doing something good for once. heâs making someone happy and thereâs no catch. heâs yours. if heâd fucked you and walked out, shoes in hand, he would have missed out on something so perfect. itâs something to think about .
- when you notice how quiet he is, you come and sit on his lap in the chair. âare you okay?â you ask, just a little concerned. after all, he is patrick and you did have a bit of worry that heâd finally have what he wants and go. that was irrational, you convinced yourself. but heâs so quiet. âdinner is almost done.â
âiâm okay,â he responds, hands slinking around your waist. âmore than. iâm just⊠iâm really happy. i hope you are too.â
âi am really happy- what are you thinking?â you smile, kissing him on the cheek.
âthinking that-â he turns your head toward his and kisses you, â-i should tell you that iâm happy.â
âjust that?â
âjust that.â and heâs more than contented with that and you. he wouldnât have ever said so. he never pictured the sentence. ever.
- whatâs another five pounds for the woman youâre probably in love with anyway? crisis, patrick zweig head over heels. crisis. itâs new. tashi was never love, tashi was lust and the idea of perfect. you. you are pretty. and youâre kind. and youâre feeding him a cookie with other cookies baked into it and asking if itâs better than the cinnamon one. heâs in love with you. heâs in love with you. heâs in love with you.
- he moves in. youâre glad to have him, especially after he confesses about his car. thereâs a small argument but itâs just because this whole time you were banishing him to sleeping in his car!!! how could he let you do that to him, poor baby. heâs not a poor baby, heâs a grown man, but he enjoys being kissed all over his face. you smell like chocolate and vanilla from the cakes of the day.
- he fucks you on the floor of your bakery, shutters closed, open sign turned off, the place dark, heâs fucking you on the floor. âgod, you feel so good.â he groans. âso perfect.â
you hum in agreement, âfuck, patrick, god-â and to think just ten minutes ago, you were making him try cake fillings for a wedding cake. you tasted like strawberry filling and he tasted like lemon and he could fuck you forever, he swears. floor or not. had to be some sort of health code violation. who was he to complain?
âfuck-â he obeys, he goes harder. you moan and it slips from your lips. âfuck, i love you.â
- you both hear it. you grab his face and you kiss him so hard that his lungs strain from the lack of oxygen. he doesnât falter, he fucks you harder the way you wanted and even adds his hand between you to play with your clit. you finish with him and you donât let him pull out before you kiss him again, a second hard kiss, completely pressing him against you in all forms. âi love you too. a lot actually. more than you know.â youâve been waiting to say it. âmore than most⊠things.â
youâre naked and heâs still inside you and itâs a little oddly timed. he cant take back what he said. nor can he deny he means it. âmore than chocolate cake?â
âwoahhh too far, know your limits. thatâs like asking you if you love me more than a tennis ball.â
he laughs, he laughs really hard, pressing his forehead to your shoulder. âi think i love you a bit more than a tennis ball, what the fuck. a tennis ball?â
âyou love tennis,â you giggle, holding his face in your hands. âwhy not a tennis ball?â
he keeps laughing, âitâs a ball.â
âtennis ball. you love tennis. makes sense to me.â
âover chocolate cake?â
you laugh with him, covering your face. but he moves your hands and kisses you again. a long, meaningful, and always perfect.
- he loves sleeping next to you more than most things. his favourite thing is probably the way you look in the morning before coffee. he keeps the curtains open when the sun sets so he gets to watch the golden light on your face. you kiss him every chance you get, no matter what, and heâs in love with it. and you. all of you. the sex is never boring, you taste like something sweet every time. heâs getting good at baking simple things like cupcakes and cookies and he can say he makes a decent mac and cheese because of you. he gets a job thanks to you and your connections and itâs a good job. he comes home to you, wakes up to you. and all this because some bar food wasnât up to par.
- he finally gets you on the court and youâre terrible. itâs his turn to laugh at you, the way you do when he somehow turns batter into a thick dough. somehow you manage to hit balls backward. âitâs a good thing weâre in a long-term relationship and you love me, right?â
âhmmm⊠maybe not so long-term,â he jokes, dropping his racket and coming to kiss you.
- the thing about patrick is that after trying this, having this, in theory, he never wanted it again. it was messy. all he knew. messy. sex was easy and simple and was messy in the best way. he thought maybe it was his lack of faith that it could ever be like this. so he never stopped being happy with you. why would he? every fight was talked out, mature, you didnât fight back to be petty and you didnât give him the silent treatment for revenge. you sure as hell didnât leave him for his best friend. you were everything right. and he thought this was all bullshit- finding that person. the right person. how could he look at you, the person who changed his life around and saved him from living in his car and not think that you were one hundred percent, without a doubt, perfect for him. you were you. and you were never sure if one baked good was better than another and he knew, watching you stirring a bowl of something with a bit of flour on your upper cheek and in your hair, that this was where he was meant to be.
- he had that same thought a few years later when you told him you were pregnant.
- and then later, when youâre retired. you turn to baking scones. patrickâs rackets on the wall, trophies, and you, in the kitchen, asking him if he likes the blueberry with cream scone better than the raspberry earl grey scone. heâs still got his sweet tooth.
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I'm in need of fluff and comfort. Could I please request headcanons for how the JKK guys would comfort an S/0 who is doubting themselves and their abilities.
JJK Men Comforting Their S/O Who's Doubting Themselves
a/n: Hiii anon thank you for this fluff request, I hope you like it and it comforts you đ«¶đ». Sending you warm hugs âšâ€ïž.
Characters: Choso Kamo / Nanami Kento / Gojo Satoru.

Choso Kamo: Words Of Affirmation.
When you're doubting yourself, you'd avoid talking to him, scared that he might judge you.
So you'd distance yourself from him.
He'd think that he did something wrong.
So he'd do everything in his power to make it up for you.
He'd apologize even though he did nothing wrong.
"Love? Please talk to me! I'm sorry if I made you upset, it won't happen again...I promise"
"No, you didn't do anything wrong Choso, it's just meâI'm just not good enough"
His eyes would widen in shock, you've always been so perfect in his eyes, so you confessing that you're doubting yourself took him by surprise and broke his heart.
A moment of silence would wash over both of you, letting your words sink in.
His wide eyes softened, gently taking your hands in his large palms ensuring a tangible connection.
If you cry, he'd get too emotional and tear up with you.
He'd give you time to speak your heart out, stopping you in between to give you his opinion; mainly telling you that you're amazing.
His words are his tool of comforting.
He'd list out all of your strengths and unique qualities.
"You are stronger than you think you are! You're unique!!"
"You have no idea, love! you always make me a better person, you motivate me to keep on goingâ"
Each sentence emerged from the bottom of his heart, full of sincerity and love.
"We all face hard times but know that you're capable of everything and anything baby"
His words were crafted to lift up your spirit and they did.
He'd spend the whole night expressing his belief in your skills.
He'd delete your self doubt and replace it with self-confidence, self-love and power.

Nanami Kento: A Good Listener.
It would be when he gets home from work.
His keen awareness would allow him to pick up on the tense atmosphere, the moment he stepped into your shared bedroom.
He'd loosen up his tie, and approach you gently.
He knew that something is wrong, from the way you faked a smile to greet him, and from the way you were curled up like a ball on your bed.
"Honey! you alright? wanna talk about it?".
The bed sinking behind you. His hand carefully rested on your shoulder, squeezing it lightly.
"You know you can tell me anything right?".
Leans in to press soft kisses on your arm, letting you know that he's there for you.
His presence alone, motivated you to vent.
You slowly turned, now facing him.
He opened his arms, signaling for you to get closer and lay in his comfortable embrace while you talk about your feelings.
"I feel like I'm not doing anything right..I always mess up things.. I'm not good enoughâ" you'd start.
The more you talk, the more he holds you close to his chest.
He'd listen to you attentively, leaning in slightly to catch every word you say.
Nods in understanding and hums.
Creates a safe space for you to let everything unfold without being interrupted or feeling ashamed.
He would ask logical yet thoughtful questions.
Inviting you to share more without making you feel pressured, like asking about what triggered this feelings, how long have you been doubting yourself... Is it related to a past trauma.
He would try to understand every detail.
He would know when and what to ask.
Very considerate and patient.
Adresses every concern with genuine understanding.
Even if your words are scrambled, he'd totally get you.
He'd wait patiently, giving you all the time you need to formulate your sentences and find the right words.
He would be silent when you talk making sure to not interrupt your train of thoughts and express yourself fully.
His careful and considerate nature allows you to feel secure and comforted. Just by listening to what you say, you'd feel loads better.
"I totally understand sweetheart! this is a safe place, you can tell me everything.. I'm all ears"
"we will work on it together, okay?"

Gojo Satoru: Physical Affection.
He'd notice right away how your mood dropped.
You were in a public place, so he would take you somewhere more private so you can be yourself without trying to fake a smile.
Gojo chose the language of touch.
He's always been so physically affectionate with you, so when you're feeling down and in need of comfort he'll double that affection.
Wouldn't leave your side.
He'd know that you're doubting yourself, he always reads you like an open book.
He'd give you a big hug and let you cry or just snuggle in his arms till you calm down.
He'll show you that he loves you the way you are.
His body moves on its own, from holding you close till he squeezes air out of you, to peppering your face with playful kisses, earning giggles from you.
"Here's that beautiful smile again".
He'd give you time to calm down, and gain your confidence back.
"I have faith in you, you're amazing, never forget that...now come here let me kiss you".
Even after he manages to make you feel better, he'd never leave your side, spend the whole day attached to you like a koala.
His arm still wrapped around your shoulder, giving you kisses and headpats every now and then.
Leaning down, to check up on you and make sure you're comfortable.
Boops your nose a lot.
"Are you feeling better now??"
"Whenever you feel down, I'll make sure to lift you up" .
Cracks jokes to make you laugh.
Tickles you a lot.
Wouldn't let go of you till he makes sure you're back all smiley again with no worries at all.
He trusts you a lot, and always makes sure to show you that he's proud of you.
#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen masterlist#jujutsu kaisen headcanons#jujutsu kaisen imagines#jujutsu kaisen x reader#gojo headcanons#gojo satoru headcanons#jjk fluff#jjk men#nanami headcanons#choso headcanons#nanami kento x reader#nanami x reader#nanami x you#nanami kento headcanons#gojo x reader#gojo x you#jjk comfort#jjk x reader#choso kamo headcanons#choso x reader#choso fluff#choso imagine#gojo x y/n#gojo fluff#nanami fluff#gojo satoru x reader#choso x you#choso x y/n#nanami kento x you
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Hi sweetie!! i love the way you write price sooo freaking much!! truly you are amazing!! (sorry if it has any typos english is not my first language) what about price seeing reader crying and really upset after a customer were mean to her? said something rude or a mean comment on her appearance
hiii pudding!! absolutely do NOT apologize, and thank YOU sm for the compliments, they mean a lot to me cause I really hope you like what I write, I need validations and praise to function :,) love this idea, youâre just a sensitive emotional lil bunny, n big old daddy price wants to protect you from mean, rude ppl ;(
you love people, youâre basically a social butterfly, despite your shyness, you just love smiling at strangers and giving them compliments â that made working part time as a waitress easier, that until you found a rude costumer.
poor baby, you kept thinking everyone in this world was as nice and loving as you,
âcan you make me a vieux carrĂš?â the costumer hadnât even greeted you before he plopped on the barstool, and that already made you feel upset :(
âgood evening,â you retort gently, picking your usual pink notebook up but not writing anything down yet âwhatâŠwhat is that?â
he frowned, the kind of look that you always wanted to hide from, judgment all over his face, like he was considering your lack of intelligence. hard for a girl who kept seeking for approval and praise.
âyou donât know what a vieux carrĂ© is?â
âuhmâŠâ you shrugged timidly âno, im sorry, I donât drinkâ you replied sheepishly, tempted to call one of the boys and let them handle this conversation âand I donât make drinks here, I only serve them. Simon is the one who mixes-â
âso youâre dumb and useless?â
the word was blurted in such a spiteful manner that made you want to flinch, but youâd been taught to remain polite and kind even with people who were not â your poor, sensitive glass heart though, felt a tiny crack on its surface.
âthey probably put you here only for your looks, if you canât even make a damn drinkâ with every word he said, you felt more and more warmth invading your chest, your cheeks practically burned with heat, and the back of your throat stung, like hundreds of tiny needles poking through it.
he stood up with a heavy, bored sigh, grabbed his wallet and buried it right back into his pocket, but not without casting you a disapproving glance first, from head to toe. âas flat as a table, youâre not even useful for thatâ
another crack made your poor, fragile heart shatter down completely, and your eyes grew watery, the promise of upcoming pearly tears that laid still on your pupils, but that threatened to come down your rosy cheeks with a single blink.
they started pouring out when you hid in priceâs empty office, knowing no one would find you there. You sniffled, quiet sobs that echoed around you and seemed to cling to you. Youâd forgotten to take a handkerchief with you, the little, sweet tears staining the fabric of your uniform shirt.
âwhat bloody happened?â johnâs voice was a deep grumble, thick with worry and confusion. You hadnât heard him walk in, but that was his own office, and he hadnât expected to find his pretty girl crying there.
âdoll, whatâs wrong?â he walked close to you, grabbing you by your waist and turning your body towards him. You keep sobbing silently, crystalline tears smudging your mascara and the glitters youâd put on your eyes.
ânothing, sir, âm, âm- fine, âs just..â tiny hiccups interrupted your feeble speech, and when you finally lifted your eyes to meet his, and he saw your doe, sweet eyes filled with tears, he wished he had brought his rifle with him â to shoot anyone whoâd made his sweetheart cry.
price was a gentleman, he only ever wanted to see you cry from pleasure, not sadness.
âwhat happened, angel? come on, talk to daddyâ he cupped your face with a large, warm hand, his thumb catching a tear that spilled out and wiping it away.
âthat guy- he-he said i was dumb because i didnât know how to make him a drink, I apologized, ân i know itâs my fault because i didnât know if it was on the menu but..â your chin wobbled at the memory, your already weak self esteem had been completely crushed by that guyâs words. âhe said that im useless and im..im flat as a table,â
johnâs eyes hardened, his brows frowning as he listened to your explanation, and he clenched his jaw. You sniffled again, sobs that made his heart clench, and his free hand tickle with the need to punch him in the face. He was fuming, but had to confort you.
âoh, loveâ he murmured gruffly, his thumb wiping away some glitter from your tear stained cheeks. âoh sweetheart, come hereâ
lowering his hand he took yours in his, gently bringing you closer to him, walking towards the little sofa chair, the one heâd added to his office for when you wanted to read while he worked.
he sat down and brought your body on top of his, swinging your legs around his sides. You lifted you hands and rubbed your tears away, like bunnies did when they cleaned their soft faces ;,(
his hands rested on both of your legs as you sobbed, slowly moving up and down to caress your bare thighs. âdoll, youâre the most beautiful angel Iâve ever seen, the prettiest little thing,â he filled your ears with reassurance, his rough, raspy and low voice speaking gentle and loving words to you. You blinked down at him, sad puppy dog eyes that pulled at the strings of his weary, war burdened heart â heâd seen the worst and cruelest things within his line of work and during missions, but nothing compared to seeing you cry on top of him.
he lifted his head and buried his face on your neck, his mustache tickling your skin as he left a trail of kisses all the way down to your chest, stopping where the neckline of your shirt set a limit to his affection. âthe kindest, sweetest girl in the world, intelligent and smart, the cutest fuckinâ babyâ he rasped those word between the kisses, against your flushed skin. âmy princess, my pretty lap bunny, arenât yaâŠâ
âdonât ya worry your pretty little head over that meanie, alright, babydoll? Heâs lucky I didnât hear him, I wouldâve cut his hands and shoved them down his thr-â
âdaddy!â you called him out, a little laugh between the tears, finding his colorful language amusing. âdonât say thatâ
he grinned against your chest, pressing a kiss right where your heart was and looking up at you again. âlisten to me, love. Youâre the most precious girl that exists, donât ever, ever doubt how beautiful and clever you are, understand daddy?â
you let your eyes fleck between his own, nibbling on your pouty lip, and nodded lightly.
âgood girl, pup. Say it fâme.â
âI wonât..â
âthatâs my girl. Give daddy a kiss, cmonâ
you lowered your head and pressed a delicate kiss above his mustache, and when you pulled away, he brushed the back of his finger right under your eye. âno more tears, stay here and rest for a bit, daddyâll get you some waterâ
needless to say, you did in fact snuggle up on the sofa, waiting for john to come back with your water â what was taking him so long?
just him finding out who that bastard whoâd made you cry was. Heâd found him sitting on a stool, complaining to his friend about the waitress â letâs just say that by the time he came back to you, his scarred hands werenât cold anymore, but were red and pulsing, and Johnny and Gaz had found a way to relieve some boredom. only orders from the captain, after all.
ââjust make him regret what he said, aight boys? and donât tell my missus, sheâll feel bad.â
#john price#john price x female reader#john price x f!reader#price x female reader#captain price x female reader#john price imagine#john price x y/n#captain price x reader#call of duty
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Hi, any thoughts on Dom!Taesan? Cause it's literally killing me rn
Can I be đč anon? For now, please
omg hiii! of course you can, youâre my first anon dykđ„č
mdni âŒïž, this is filled with absolute FILTH so iâm warning yall, @jaeyunluvr hope you enjoy this babeđ«Ą
now this man. he has two sides to him: he can be a soft!dom boyfriend who loves to fuck you slowly while watching you moan his name in your sweet voice, or an absolute little shit of a mean!dom who would tease tf out of you and would not hesitate to put you in your place.
âfeel so good baby, youâre taking me so well..â
âfuuuuck you feel so goodâŠthatâs it babyâ
heâs usually quite shy in the relationship but in the sheetsâŠheâs a total freak fr. when you guys had sex for the first time he was the sweetest dom to exist, whispering sweet words into your ears while he fucked you in missionary. but the next time when he got jealous during a dinner with his friendsâŠhe did not hold back, fucking you from the back while having you bent over the sink of the tiny washroom until he had you screaming his name and his name only. heâs totally the type to get jealous and possessive, and would never forget to remind you of that you belonged to him, that this pussy belonged him as he would ram his hips into yours in an effortless pace, reducing you to a moaning and sobbing mess as you begged him to stop but at the same time youâd want more.
âenjoyed yourself out there didnât you? acting like a whore in front of leehan thinking iâd not see it?â
âwho does this pussy belong to? use your words babyâ
ây-you, itâs yoursâfuck dongmin!â
âlook at you screaming so loud, iâm sure everyone can hear how much of a slut you are, whoâs slut are you hmm?â
âdongminâŠohâshit dongmin please!â
meanwhile soft!dom taesan would love to whisper sweet things into your ear while thrusting slowly but deeply into you. heâd be the type to be so enamoured when you moan out his name and would be big time into body worshipping, never missing out a chance to praise you or leave any part of you untouched. if you come back home after a tiring or a bad day, heâd make you forget everything, including how to form coherent sentences by eating you out for hours together. heâs totally the type of person who would get himself off while he pleasures you, so heâd slightly lean towards service!top dom too.
âfuck you taste divine babyâ
âyou want more? hmm?â
âso prettyâŠcanât believe youâre all mineâ
âyouâre so hotâŠcoming all over my tongue like thatâ
but he can switch up to a rough!dom so easily, especially when he sees you being shy. nothing turns him on more than his girl getting shy all because of his nasty words. heâd be big into dirty talking too, throwing out filthy words as he rams into your pussy. heâd love making his good girl feel good, heâd sometimes overstimulate you until youâre too drunk on his cock to speak out anything except for moaning.
heâs had a bad or rough day? be prepared to have your guts rearranged multiple times that night as heâd let his pent up stress out by fucking you senseless. his favourite thing after a long day was having you ride him as heâd fuck you from beneath, he loved having access to your bouncing tits and would harden inside you even after multiple rounds at the mere sight of your cunt meeting his cock with cum seeping out of your hole.
âyou want me to fuck you? no need to get shy babyâ
âshit youâre so wet, such a needy little thing arenât you?â
âdoes that feel good? iâll need you to use words babyâ
âfuckâone more baby, i know you can take it-â
taesan would be the type to love trying out new things in the bedroom, ranging from different positions to pet names to sex toys. heâd take you to a shop with the latest sex toys and would end up buying most of them for you instead. this is where his mean!dom side comes out, did i mention that heâs the biggest tease to ever exist? he enjoyed torturing you in public by making you wear vibrating panties with promises of rewarding you back at home, but if you come before reaching home? heâd punish you by denying your orgasms while taunting you with his soft voice (emphasis on his soft voice!!! that sly teasing tone he uses so often) and that little smirk.
âtold you not to come didnât i? how patheticâ
âno. you arenât gonna come until i tell you to?â
âdongmin pleaseâŠâ
âshouldâve thought about it before coming like a whore earlierâ
heâd be big into bondage and blindfolding too, expect to be edged big time while blindfolded by taesan as heâd spend forever toying with your clit with his fingers, or playing with your nipples and sucking on them while being tied up.
âpatience babyâŠâ
âdongmin just touch me already!â
âtalking back are we? youâre gonna regret that..â
ânoâŠno dongmin pleaseâplease!â
yeah he loved seeing you beg more than anything.
mean!dom taesan would fuck the daylights out of you if youâve been a brat. you loved this side of taesan, often ending up purposely teasing him and riling him up in public or flirting with his friends. he wouldnât waste a second once you get home, wonât even wait until you two have reached the room as heâd shove his cock in your throat. heâd throw out the most nastiest most meanest words with his sadistic little smile while teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock. heâd also 100% spit in your mouth when heâd fuck you in mating press.
âdid this on purpose didnât you? couldâve just said you wanted my cock in your mouthâ
âswallow every single drop like the whore you areâ
âsuch a desperate little slut, you want this cock donât you? beg for itâ.
âlook at you all soaked, was this because of jaehyun? it was it sungho this time?â
âopen your mouth. such a needy whore arenât you?â
yeah. heâs a certified freak fr.
a/n: donât ask me the colour of anything.
#boynextdoor smut#boynextdoor hard thoughts#boynextdoor hard hours#bnd smut#bnd hard thoughts#bnd hard hours#boynextdoor scenarios#bnd x reader#boynextdoor x reader#bnd scenarios#taesan boynextdoor#bnd taesan#taesan smut#taesan x reader#boynextdoor taesan#taesan scenarios#àË. đá”á”#àË. anonsđȘŒá”á”#àË. đč anoná”á”
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Hiii!Can I ask for "arguments with txt" with comfort at the end?
arguments with txt
a/n: I just made like a texts version of this so please check out my last post! I will fulfill this request by making a more long form version about what arguments with them are like/about. (I hate conflict. If people are arguing or fighting in front of me, I will run off or just straight up have a panic attack, it's happened before. trust me. witnessing school fights in hs was not kind to me). I hope this is okay too :) hehe you almost got 2 parts in a way. Please enjoy! Iâm currently cleaning out my inbox so idk how fast itâll get done but I promise im doing my best. Thank you!!!



Yeonjun
Argumentâs with him are very uncommon. He often time doesnât take them very seriously that frustrates you to no end. You and him tend to argue about little things which is surprise because you seem to talk out all of the big things you guys go through. Itâs very confusing to say the least. Heâll get upset with you for little things like for example: leaving your dish in the sink for later. It drives him up the wall and it really shouldnât. His tactics for when heâs upset is to just get away from you and ignore you for an hour or two. you already know his habits so you just leave him be. Heâs not really good at admitting heâs wrong or that his behavior was pointless but he knows it in his head. Over time, heâll stop doing things like this but just give him some time. Heâs adjusting to being the both of you in the apartment and not just him.
Soobin
it's so hard to argue with him because he will never want to face your issues head on. he's shy in nature so any conflict makes him nervous and he retreats, avoiding talking about it. he would much rather forgive and forget without say much at all. sometimes, though, it's impossible to forgive and forget without saying anything. when those situations so arise, you have to sit him down and talk to him very calmly. he responds better to this type of conversations. anyways, he is very silent when it comes to arguments as well. you can tell he's upset because his responses are so short and cold. the best way to ask him to talk is just asking him straight but with a very calm voice so as to not make him upset even more.
Beomgyu
I would hare to argue with him. He's so unresponsive when it comes to arguments. The only things he does is sit there and listen to you talk to him about what he's done wrong, roll his eyes with a huff and then just spew out all kinds of meant things. He knows what he's saying but he doesn't;t think it'll affect you in the long wrong. During one argument, you were getting on him about picking up his game remote from the couch and putting them into the little box you bought him for all the cables and remotes to are stored in. you also threw in a little comment about picking his dirty clothes off the bathroom floor and he lost it. he said you were lazy and did the same thing too (leaving your clothes behind). he only realizes what he's done when you start to cry right in front of him. he goes nuts apologizing and will def come to his senses when he sees you this way.
Taehyun
he will sit there at argue with you for hours, upon hours, upon hours. he is not going to back down because he hates being wrong. even if he knows he's wrong, he hates admitting it. he always eventually admits his faults but it takes a while. he is so stubborn and it causes quite a few issues in your relationship. something this causes the both of you to fight over the most silly things ever. one of the silliest ones for example was when you were talking about how much you loved in actor in a movie you had watched he'd recently. he insists that it was someone else and eventually he realizes hes wrong but he hates to say he made a mistake. he gives you silent treatment for a few hours and when that time is up, he goes to look for you and tells you to get ready because you're going to get food with him. he is such a mom when it comes to apologizing (my mom loves to mend our issues with a trip for boba or a trip to target where she buys me snacks or a new shirt or something).
Huening Kai
he is just like soobin in the aspect of a relationship. non-confrontational to the bone. arguments trigger his fight or flight and it frustrates him when arguments run too long. arguments with him are always about him putting himself down or not letting himself rest enough when he is clearly exhausted. thats all. you too can usually talk things out due to your extremely close bond but sometimes things get out of hand and you have to get on his case. it usually starts with him coming home in tears and beyond frustrated. this is almost always because he sat in the practice room and read comments left by mean people. or because ehe was struggling with a new choreography. you try to help him by telling him to wash up and get rest but he completely just blows up on you and tells you to butt out. you leave him alone but he realizes his mistake when he see you on the couch, covered with a blanket, watching tv without him. he sits next to you and apologizes. he is not someone who hates being wrong. if he's wrong, he'll apologize with no hesitation.
#txt fluff#txt imagines#txt headcanons#txt x reader#txt reactions#soobin x reader#yeonjun#soobin fluff#yeonjun x reader#beomgyu x reader#beomgyu fluff#taehyun fluff#taehyun x reader#huening kai fluff#huening kai imagines#huening kai x reader
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she's not her.
hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)
will thinks the combine will help him get his mind off samy, but that completely backfires when he realizes she's everywhere with him.
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hiii here's the first (new) installment of the new breakup timeline of the au!! (also so long wow) i'm writing four of the major points of the breakup into fics, but if you guys want smaller blurbs about any of it, send them to the inbox. cassidy is a completely fake character here, but zeev and james are real people! (i don't know the other boys too well, sorry!!)
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âyeah, mom. itâs going great,â will hummed as he shuffled around his room searching for his keycard despite him already being ten minutes late.Â
the boy could never keep his belongings straight whenever he stayed in a hotel room by himself. how did he even manage before? the answer hit will before he could even really think about it because you know who was always with him on these things?Â
he knew who and he was not going to say her name. will promised himself heâd use this week to just forget about all of his problems and just enjoy getting to know the other guys here and that meant he was not going to sayâ
âsamyâs mom called me earlier. she asked about you,â damn it. whatever his mom was saying before didnât process in his brain because he snapped right back into reality as soon as the name left his momâs lips.Â
and why on earth was she referring to ellen as âsamyâs mom.â will knew his mom always, always called her ellen. she probably read his mind or something knowing he was trying (and failing) to not think about her this week.Â
âoh. okay,â will didnât know what to say, so he continued searching for the stupid keycard.Â
âi told her you were at the combine having fun. she told me samyâs at her sleepaway camp for the week too,â mrs. smith continued even though she knew will didnât want to talk about samy at all.Â
âmom, can you not?â the boy mumbled.Â
âcan i not what, will? sheâs still a part of this family, so i am gonna ask about her and tell you because i know you still care,â colleen had a point and the blonde hated it because she was right.Â
he did care. of course, he cared no matter how much he didnât want to. that was the hardest part about all of this.Â
âi gotta go. iâm already running a bit late. iâll talk to you later, mom. love you,â they exchanged their goodbyes as soon as will found what he wanted under a pile of clothes in the corner.Â
âthank god,â the boy mumbled as raced out of his room to where some of the guys he met were waiting down in the lobby.Â
will felt so new to all of thisâthe media, the sudden popularity, the press. these guys seemed so used to it all yet he was so lost in it all still. he spotted his new friends in some of the chairs awaiting his presence, so he mustered up his best smile as he approached them.Â
âthere you are, smitty. where were you?â zeev spots the blonde first, his legs hung over the armrest of the chair.Â
âsorry, i lost my keycard. i had to find it before i left,â will explained a bit embarrassingly. the other guys laughed him off though and thatâs when the blonde noticed a few girls mixed into the group now. a few of them sent eyes his way, whispering things to one another which made willâs cheeks flush a slight pink color, but not in the blushing kind of way.Â
âcome on, iâm starving. those lines got me wanting anything,â cole muttered as the group pushed themselves to the door. the five of them plus the three new girls walked down the sidewalk chatting about anything in hopes of taking their minds off food until they found something.Â
âhey, youâre will, right?â the new voice caught the blonde off guard.Â
to his right was one of the new girls in the group he didnât really know. her name was along the lines of cassidy, but he wasnât 100% sure. âyeah, thatâs me,â he laughed lightly.Â
ânice to finally meet you. iâm cassidy, but everyone calls me cass,â she held her hand out with a big smile. will stared at her outstretched hand for a moment, his mind running in circles.Â
this could be his chance to finally forget about samy. he said he needed an distraction and this seemed like the perfect one. plus, what was the harm in a little flirting? he took her hand a moment later.Â
ânice to meet you, too. you play for minnesota, right?â will wondered, watching cassâs eyes light up that he even knew that about her.Â
âyeah, i do!âÂ
âyou guys had a real good season. i was impressed,â her smile continued growing with willâs words.Â
âyeah, we did. i mean, you guys were incredible, too. you dominated the ice,â she gushed a little making will flush. he knew people watched his games from all over the place, but he never paid much attention to all of that.Â
not when he was always thinking about samy watching the livestream from her dorm room while cheering him on. wait. no.Â
no. there was no samy.Â
âthanks. it wasnât always easy, but the fans made it worth it,â the boy hummed. cass grinned again, letting their conversation die into comfortable silence as they followed their group into a restaurant someone chose.Â
the young hockey player spotted rutger and some of his buddies at a nearby table making him stop in his tracks for a second. he knew rut would be here, but he just hoped heâd manage to avoid him because he knew the older boy probably hated him knowing what happened between him and samy.Â
some of the guys behind him pushed will forward again. his eyes glued themselves to where rutger sat in a laughing fit over what someone at his table said. the older boy held his chest, violently shaking from laughter and finally looked in willâs direction. the two met each otherâs gazes and in a surprise gesture, rutger nodded toward the younger boy.Â
that threw will off guard. he studied rut for a second longer until someone pushed him forward again and he landed in his seat.Â
âwoah, careful smitty. you okay?â james laughed a little as he walked around to his seat. the others glanced willâs way.Â
âyeah, sorry. got a little distracted,â the blonde excused himself, eyes diverting to the menu to get the attention off of him. the others shrugged, returning to their conversation while willâs eyes stayed right on his menu.Â
âwhatâs your favorite food?â cassâs voice filled willâs ears again. he looked up, her eyes already on him where she sat in the seat next to his.Â
âanything, really. i tend to eat anything,â the boy mumbled with an awkward smile.Â
âhey, iâm the same way. iâve never been too picky about my food,â she returned his smile.Â
âmy sisterâs a big picky eater. our mom was always making three different meals for the family because we were all eating different things,â the blonde chuckled as some of the nerves he had earlier started subsiding.Â
the two quickly hit it off, having their own little conversations throughout lunch. willâs smile was big when cass laughed at the things he said and he laughed right back at her own corny jokes. it felt refreshing for the blonde. he suddenly didnât have this heavy feeling in his chest anymore that heâs had since the end of may. this felt really good.Â
but what did they say about good things? they never lasted long? something like that.Â
willâs gaze would bounce over to where rutger still was every so often. the older boy was never looking in his direction when will looked, too occupied with his own conversations, but rut did glance over at the younger blonde when he wasnât looking too.Â
rut only heard bits and pieces about the breakup, but he knew samy was really hurt from all of it and while the older hockey player wasnât one to involve himself in things that he wasnât a part of, he couldnât but watch what looked like will laugh a little too hard with that girl.Â
sure, will could do whatever he wanted and rutger didnât care. the boy did care, however, about the fact that it looked like will was trying to talk up a new girl not even two weeks after breaking up with samy. that bothered rutger because he knew if ethan or mark were here, they wouldnât be afraid to go over and bitch at will.Â
rutgerâs subtle glances finally caught willâs. the blonde was in the middle of a conversation with cass when he caught the glance from the corner of his eye. rut was looking right a him with a look on his face that will knew wasnât good.Â
âyou good?â cass wondered when she noticed willâs attention shift.Â
the boyâs attention immediately snapped back to hers, âyeah, sorry. my bad. what was i saying?â his words rushed out together making him come off a bit nervous.Â
âsomething aboutâŠsumer on a boat or something?â cass reminded him.Â
âright, yes. yeah. so, as i was saying,â willâs mind couldnât stop thinking about rutgerâs look. it felt like a warning or..disapproval? disappointment?Â
why could he never escape samy no matter how hard he tried? it was like she was everywhere.Â
âevery summer my family and i go to this lakehouse in michigan. my best friend and iâwell, used to be best best friend would always stay up super late to see how many planets we could count. whoever counted the most by the end of the summer would buy one another something the other really wanted,â will hummed, somehow always finding ways to talk about samy without even realizing it. a small smile was on his lips at that memory because he was the one buying samy things by the end of the summer every time.Â
âhuh, that sounds interesting. arenât the same planets always coming out at night though so how does that work?â cassâs expression became puzzled.Â
willâs gaze snapped to hers, his face flushing again. âi mean, yeah, but different ones will come out and go away as the summer goes on. it was just some little thing..â the boyâs voice trailed off as he slowly realized that game only really made sense to him and samy because they were the ones who came up with it when they were younger.Â
cass didnât look too impressed though. the blondeâs eyes swept over to rutger again who wasnât looking at him this time, but will still couldnât get that look out of his head nor the fact that he talked about samy without even trying after trying so hard to forget about her this week.Â
it seemed like everything will did or said led him straight back to samy. shit.Â
who was he kidding? he couldnât flirt with someone. he didnât even know how to flirt because he never really had to with samy.Â
cassâs attention drifted away from the boy and no one else was really looking at him, so will took that as his chance to excuse himself. he needed air or something to just get out of his fucking head. the boy scrambled out of his seat in a rushed goodbye, hurrying off to the bathroom before anyone could really bat an eye.Â
rutgerâs gaze fell on the younger boy as he retreated further back into the restaurant. he saw willâs friends glancing around for a moment before letting him be. the older brunette gazed one more time before saying fuck it and going after will.Â
the blonde stumbled into the bathroom suddenly feeling hot. his hand clutched his chest where his heart wouldnât stop pounding a bruise on the spot while his other hand grabbed ahold of the edge of the counter, bending over the sink as if he was going to puke. will squeezed his eyes shut, hoping that would slow his heart rate down, but it only heightened as his breathing picked up into heavy pants.Â
âfuck, pull yourself together,â will mumbled to mostly himself.Â
sheâs not her. sheâs not her. sheâs not her. the stupid phrase replayed itself over and over in willâs mind.Â
the bathroom door swung open with rutger rushing to willâs side when he saw the kid bent over the sink while panting. âjesus christ, will? are you okay?â the older brunette bent down to willâs level, trying to meet his eyes.Â
âi canât breathe,â will managed through his hyperventilating.Â
rutger looked around, realizing no one else was in the bathroom with them. he wasnât really an expert in this, never really having dealt with panic attacks before.Â
âhey, yes you can. itâs okay. iâm here,â rutger tried his best, his attention back on will.Â
âsheâs not her,â now the blonde was crying.Â
âwhat are you talking about?â the older hockey player grew confused. the heavy pants and now tears didnât make it easy for him to understand what was being said.Â
âshe wonât ever be her. i fucked up, rut,â will got out a bit clearer this time.Â
rutger quickly understood.Â
âdo you want me to call her? i can call her?â rut eased his tone, finishing for his phone in his pocket.Â
âno, no. donât,â will shook his head. he couldnât call samy like this. plus, she didnât want to speak to him ever again, making it very clear after blocking him on nearly everything.Â
âwill, i gotta call someone. youâre freaking me out,â the older boy said.Â
âcall gabe or ryan. i need to talk to them,â so rutger listened and searched his contacts until he landed on ryanâs number first.Â
the phone rang three times until ryan finally answered. ârutger? whatâs up?â the younger brunette sounded confused that the michigan hockey player was randomly calling him.Â
âhey, sorry for the call. i-iâm with will. heâs..heâs having a panic attack i think. he wanted to talk to you,â rutger explained the situation, eyes on will whoâs breathing began slowing down.Â
âshit, is he okay?â ryan urged.Â
âi-i think so? i donât know. iâm not an expert in this,â rut held the phone out for will to take.Â
the blondeâs shaky hand brought the phone up to his ear, âhey leno,â he managed weakly.Â
âwill? are you okay?â ryanâs voice was laced with concern. he never called will by his first name unless there was something serious going on.Â
the guilt and shame quickly settled into willâs body. his eyes glanced to rutger standing beside him still and then his head fell. âi fucked up, ryan. i realize i fucked up now.âÂ
âwhat are you talking about?â ryan didnât get it.Â
âeverything brings me back to her. no can be her no matter how hard i think they are or want them to be,â the blonde frowned deeply, especially because he was admitting this in front of one of samyâs closest guy friends.Â
ryan didnât need to ask twice who his friend was talking about while a pause came from his end as he digested willâs admission. rutger realized this seemed like a conversation he wasnât a part of, so he just squeezed the blondeâs shoulder and nodded towards the door saying to just find him when will was done with his phone.Â
âiâm gonna add gabe to the call, okay?â ryan finally said as will sunk down onto the ground. he didnât care that the bathroom floor was incredibly disgusting because he could not go back out and face his friends out there without muttering some lame excuse about leaving.Â
âuh, hey?â gabe connected a moment later, confused about why he was on a call with ryan and rutger mcgroarty.Â
âhey, itâs me. willâs on the call with rutgerâs phone,â ryan explained.Â
âoh. is everything okay?â gabe wondered, still confused on what was happening.Â
âi fucked up really bad. i know that now,â will said and gabe also didnât have to ask twice about what his friend was talking about.Â
âwhat made you finally come to this conclusion?â ryan asked, trying not to sound bitter. he knew will was having a hard time, but he would not forget samy showing up to his house in tears after their breakup.Â
âi really, really thought i could just forget about her at the combine and just enjoy myself, but everytime i talk to someone, i always end up talking about her no matter how hard i try not to. sheâs everywhere in my mind. i thought i could stupidly talk to this girl..be a distraction? i donât know, but i think i just really wanted her to be samy instead,â will admitted sheepishly.Â
âyeah..that happens after having such a history with someone,â gabe said.Â
âi know i fucked up. you donât need to keep telling me that. i feel like shit about it,â will scoffed, rolling his eyes a bit.Â
âas much as i hate you for doing what you did and never wanting to see samy that hurt again, maybe you should talk to her,â ryan finally said, tone softening out.Â
âi canât talk to her even if i wanted to. she blocked me on everything almost immediately,â the blonde frowned.Â
âlook, we all make mistakes. itâs human nature. are you an asshole for hurting her? yes. am i still mad at you for it? yes. do i think you fucked up completely though? no. maybe give it some more time and then reach out. things are still fresh, emotions are still high. we all know samy and we know she doesnât hold a grudge for that long,â gabe gave his two cents about it as well.Â
âi wouldnât blame her if she did hold a grudge for a while though,â ryan cut in.Â
âjesus, shut up, leno. i get it,â the blonde rolled his eyes.Â
âlook, weâre always here for you, will. Iâll be in boston next, so iâll see you and we can talk more, yeah?â gabe spoke again before ryan and will started fighting or something.Â
âyeah, thanks. sorry for bothering you guys,â will frowned a bit.Â
âdonât sweat it. love ya, smitty,â that made will smile again.Â
âyeah, love you i guess. just try to have a good time for the rest of the week,â ryan said and will nodded even though they couldnât see him.Â
âthanks, love you guys too. talk later,â they hung up after that.Â
will pushed himself back to his feet, splashing water on his face to hopefully get rid of his red and flushed cheeks. he carefully pushed the bathroom door back open, surveying the restaurant for rutgerâs table.Â
the boy made his way over, nudging rutgerâs arm when he was closer. the older boy looked over, âthanks,â will said.Â
âof course. you okay, now?âÂ
the blonde nodded. he glanced to his table where a few of the guys met his gaze, waving him over. he walked towards them, already having decided he wasnât all that hungry anymore and just wanted to be alone for a bit.Â
âthere you are! you good?â zeev asked seeing his friend.Â
âyeah, not feeling too well. i think iâm gonna head back. sorry,â will muttered out his excuse.Â
âoh, okay. feel better man. text me,â zeev said and will nodded before making his exit.Â
he didnât even look cassidyâs way. the only girl on his mind was samy and it was gonna stay like that for a long time.Â
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Hiii! Love your works and aesthetic
Don't see a lot of works for Jongho anywhere, so can I ask for one?
(anything u like to do, my imagination is not wide đ)
If not just ignore plsss



Notes: oh my god why havenât I wrote about him this is needed đ€enjoy guys :D
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Jongho comes home late that night, exhausted from a long day at the office. He enters the bedroom to find you lying in bed, facing away from him. He frowns, sensing the tension in the air. He knows he's been distant lately and that he's hurt you. He quietly walks over to the bed and sits down beside you, reaching out to gently touch your shoulder. You don't move when he touches you, keeping your back turned to him. He sighs and moves closer, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against his chest.
"I know you're mad at me," he whispers, resting his chin on your shoulder. "And you have every right to be." He nuzzles his face into your neck, placing soft kisses along your skin. "I'm sorry," he says softly, his breath tickling your ear. "I've been so focused on work that I've neglected our relationship. I haven't been giving you the attention you deserve."
He holds you tighter, his grip on you almost possessive. "I miss you," he admits, his voice filled with regret. "I miss us. I miss waking up next to you every morning and spending time with you. I've been so stupid." He turns you around to face him, looking at you with a mix of guilt and longing in his eyes.
"Please look at me," he pleads, cupping your face in his hands. "I need to see your face. I need to see your expression." You finally look at him, and his heart sinks at the hurt and sadness in your eyes. "You've been hurting for a while, haven't you?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
âJongho I donât know if I can do this anymore,â You look at him. His heart breaks even more at your words. He knows he's messed up, but he never thought it would come to this.
"What do you mean you can't do this anymore?" he asks, desperation in his voice. "I can change. I'll do better, I promise." He gently strokes your cheek with his thumb, his eyes pleading with you. "I'll quit my job if I have to," he says urgently. "I'll do anything to fix this. I don't want to lose you. You're everything to me."
You look at him shocked about what he just said.Heâd give up his idol career to be with you? âJongho donât be ridiculous,â You retort. He lets out a shaky breath, relief washing over him that you're still talking to him. "I'm not being ridiculous," he insists, his eyes never leaving yours. "I'd do anything to make you happy again. I don't care about my job, I care about you."
âPlease can I kiss you,â His eyes plead looking at you.
He hesitates for a moment, unsure if you'll reject him. But then he sees the slight nod of your head, giving him permission. He leans in slowly, his lips gently pressing against yours. The kiss is soft and filled with emotion, conveying all the love and longing he has for you.
He deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he tries to convey even more. His hands roam your body, holding you close as he explores every inch of you. He breaks the kiss for a moment, panting heavily against your lips. "I've missed this," he breathes out, his voice hoarse. "I've missed kissing you like this."
"I've missed you too," you whisper, your voice cracking slightly. He can hear the vulnerability in your voice, and it only makes him want to hold you closer. He captures your lips again, kissing you more passionately this time. His hands move down to your hips, gripping them firmly as he pulls you onto his lap. He positions you so that you're straddling him, never breaking the kiss. He moans into your mouth, his hands roaming over your thighs and up to your waist. He wants to feel every part of you, every curve and every inch of your skin.
As you straddle Jongho, you can feel his body against yours. His chest is firm and strong, and his thighs are muscular beneath you. His hands continue to explore your body, and his fingers trace patterns on your skin. His tongue battles with yours for dominance, and you can feel his desire growing. He pulls you closer, pressing your body flush against his, and you can feel his arousal growing as well. He breaks the kiss again, but this time he starts trailing kisses down your neck. He nibbles and sucks on your sensitive skin, leaving marks in his wake.
He groans against your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "You're driving me crazy," he says, his voice husky with lust. "I want you so badly."
"Then take me," you say, your voice filled with need. Jongho's eyes darken at your words, and a possessive growl escapes his lips. He lifts you up easily and pins you down onto the bed, his body covering yours.
Jongho's hands move quickly as he undresses you, his eyes raking over your body with hunger. He discards your clothes to the side, his own following soon after. He hovers over you, his eyes roaming over your naked form, admiring every detail. He can't believe how beautiful you are, and how lucky he is to have you in this moment. Jongho leans down, his lips curving into a smirk as he sees the smile on your face. He kisses you again, slower this time, taking his time to savor the moment. "I've missed this sight," he murmurs against your lips, his hand caressing your side. "You're breathtaking."
You whisper into Jongho's ear, telling him how much you've missed being intimate with him. How much you've missed the feeling of his skin against yours, the way he touches you like he owns you. Jongho's breath hitches at your words, his body reacting instantly to your voice. He nuzzles into your neck, groaning softly as he listens to you. "Keep talking," he pleads, his voice rough with desire. "Tell me more."
Jongho positions himself between your legs, slowly pushing into you. He takes his time, savoring the feeling of being inside you again. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he tries to hold back his moans. "You're so tight," he grunts, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "And you're so big," you reply, your words causing Jongho to shudder above you.
He lets out a deep growl, his hips bucking forward as he bottoms out inside you. "You always know how to get to me," he says through gritted teeth, starting to move slowly. Jongho sets a steady pace, his thrusts deep and deliberate. He wants to make sure he hits all the right spots, and he watches your face for any signs of pleasure. "Is this good enough for you?" he asks, his voice strained. "Do you feel how much I want you?"
You moan in response, arching your back and digging your nails into his back. Jongho hisses at the sensation, but it only spurs him on more. He picks up the pace, his hips snapping against yours faster and harder. He buries his face in your shoulder, leaving bite marks and bruises all over your skin. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, along with your gasps and Jongho's low grunts.
He grips your thighs, pushing your legs further apart to get a better angle. He hits your sweet spot over and over again, relentlessly driving you closer to the edge. "You're going to come for me," he says, his voice demanding. "Scream my name when you do." He reaches down between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing it in circles. He wants to feel you fall apart beneath him, wants to hear you cry out his name as you reach your peak.
You're close, so close. The combination of his thrusts, his touch, and his words sends you spiraling into ecstasy. You cry out his name as you come, your body shaking with pleasure. Jongho groans in satisfaction, feeling you clench around him. "That's it," he praises, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own release. "Just like that, baby."
Jongho's body tenses as he feels his own orgasm approaching. He buries his face in your neck once again, his lips latching onto your skin as he thrusts deep inside you. He lets out a loud groan, his hips stuttering as he spills himself inside you. He continues to thrust slowly, riding out his high until he's completely spent. Jongho shudders as you scream his name, the sound sending a shiver down his spine. He watches you intently, his eyes dark with lust as he feels your body tremble beneath him.
"You're perfect," he says breathlessly, pulling out of you slowly. He looks down at the mess between your legs, a satisfied smirk on his face. Jongho collapses beside you, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him.
"I don't think I've ever seen you come that hard before," he teases, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Jongho cuddles you tightly, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back.
"I'm sorry for neglecting you," he says sincerely. "I didn't mean to be so busy lately. I'll make it up to you, I promise."
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youâre on your own kid




summary: rafe cameron has loved his best friend through every season, but through the seasons of their senior year things start to get complicated.
warning: she/her, smoking, alcohol, angst, fluff, kissing, cheating ???, drugs, mutual pining, (let me know if I missed any)
wc: 4.7k
an: HIII! Iâm really excited for these taylor swift fics bc her songs give me so many ideas. This took a while for me to finish & idk if I like the ending or honestly if I like it at all. I promise seeking arrangements is next on my list to post <3 Hope you guys enjoy !!!
rafe's version masterlist - masterlist

I wait patiently
heâs gonna notice me
itâs okay weâre the best of friends
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summer
Of course when he walks in the party instantly feels like an actual party. It hadnât been much of a party to her especially not with him around. These things got boring fast if he wasnât by her side making her laugh and talking about anything and everything. Not having to worry about sleazy guys coming up to her or putting something in her drink because he always by her side. Always looking out.
Everybody loves him anyways. The way he carried himself charmed everyone, made them always want to have his attention. Sunglasses perched on his nose, even though itâs eleven at night, that big smile on his face. Heâs bobbing his head to the music and greeting everyone, she can tell heâs in a good mood tonight. It puts her in a good mood, her fingers itching to greet him already.
When he finally reaches where sheâs standing with a few of her friends he smiles even wider at her. Greeting everyone but always just looking at her. Moving to push his glasses up onto his head. She couldnât help the smile that tuged at her lips as he side hugs her friends knowing thatâs not what sheâs going to get.
And sheâs right, once he gets to her itâs all outstretched arms and gentle rocking as he hugs her tightly. Sheâs been away at her grandparents house in florida for the last week of summer. They had missed each other. Face times and text messages just didnât feel like enough.
âYouâre finally back,â He said once they pulled away.
She rolled her eyes playfully a teasing smile on her lips, âWere you counting down the days Cameron?â
He shrugged, âMaybe, I know you were.â That grin never leaving his lips.
âNow come on,â He wrapped his arm around her shoulders beginning to lead her to the kitchen of whoeverâs house this was, âI need a drink and you need to tell me about Florida.â
âI already told you everything every day Rafe. Just sat out by the pool or on the beach,â She motioned towards her body, âgot some new clothes.â
He raised his eyebrows eyeing her body, âSome very tiny clothes,â His eyes took in her mini skirt and tank top all the exposed skin doing something to him, âAny guys out there?â He didnât look at her as he asked. Instead he grabbed a beer out of the fridge, cracking it open with his back to her.
She scoffed, âFlorida boys? No thanks.â
He turned around smirking, âSo just North Carolina boys for you?â
There was a look in his eyes that she couldnât quite read. Every now and then heâd give it to her and her mind would spiral on what he could be thinking. She always hoped it was the same thing she was, âMhmm only North Carolina boys.â
-
I hear it in your voice
You're smoking with your boys
I touch my phone as if it's your face
I didn't choose this town
I dream of getting out
There's just one who could make me stay
-
fall
Everything had felt boring lately. After the summer and after the start of senior year she felt like the parties in outer banks were a waste of time. It was always the same people doing the same things. Kids too young to know whatâs good for them and too young to care about the consequences of their actions. Not a care in the world knowing mommy or daddy would get you out of whatever stupid decision you made.
Sheâd spent most of her high school career pretending to like parties and drinking. Even tried coke once but it made her feel like her brain was rotting so never again. When in reality sheâd rather be home smoking on her balcony reading a good book or hanging out with her close friends around a bonfire. It was exhausting always having to put up a front that she was this social party girl.
It took her a long time to come to the realization that she didnât have to be what people thought of her. On figure eight it felt like everyone knew your business and everyone thought they knew you. They start seeing you at parties talking to Rafe Cameron and all of a sudden youâre some party girl with a drug problem. Once people found out Rafe quit doing coke and dealing she just became the party girl. Kook prince and kook princess always stuck to each others sides, of course she was going go gain a reputation.
Once she realized that people are going to talk regardless what she did so she stopped caring. Started staying home more. Rafe kind of hated it. Because she wasnât there anymore. But he made it work with their busy senior schedules. Always saying he can make time for his best friend. Thatâs what she was. His best friend.
best friend.
Even saying it in her head made her cringe. If only he knew that she wanted something more so badly. At first she didnât even see him that way, he truly was a great friend. He listened to all her rants about music, school, books. Rafe paid attention, he was soft with her. She didnât understand why people always said bad things about him because he never showed those sides to her.
She sighed thinking about him, sitting on her balcony. The thought of him was brought on by everyoneâs instagram stories of the party currently happening. She had opted for one of those smoke on the balcony with a good show or book nights.
As she scrolled through her phone more it began to vibrate. Rafeâs contact popping up on the top of the screen. A warm feeling spread through her stomach, maybe it was just because of the weed. She pressed the green button and brought the phone up to her ear. Admiring the little picture of him first, it was one she took right before she had left for florida. He was holding up their friends dog with a big smile on his face.
âHello?â
âHeyyy,â A raspy voice said on the other line. Immediately she knew he had been smoking as well, probably with all the guys outside. He could even still be passing the joint around. He could also be smoking a cigarette outside after heâs gotten a buzz, it was his favorite thing to do after a few beers.
She put the laptop that was resting on her to the side, bringing her knees up to her chest. Leaning her head to the side on her knees she smiled softly, âHi Rafe, you rang?â
He can hear her smile. Rafe knows her like the back of his hand.
âI did, what are you up to?â He knows exactly what sheâs doing tonight even though she didnât even tell him.
The wide grin on her lips dulling slightly, âUh just looking at some schools in california, also watching new girl.â
âStill wanna leave this place huh?â
She let out a breathy laugh picking at the thread on her bench, âYou know me too well.â
âOf course I do. Iâm coming over,â She could hear him walking on gravel.
âMy parents are asleep Rafe,â It was almost one in the morning and her parents had some golf charity event early in the morning.
He laughed amused, âOkay? Whatâs that supposed to mean?â
âItâs supposed to mean you have to climb up to my room on the second floor or stay at that party,â Her tone was stern not wanting him to get her in trouble but also praying heâll come and not wake them.
âHey I gotta convince you to stay close to me after high school so you brought this on yourself,â He was walking to her house. She didnât live too far from where this party was and he didnât want to drive after smoking and drinking. At his words her hand tightened around her phone closing her eyes for a second imagining he was there saying that to her but in a different context.
Rafe didnât have to do anything to convince her. He was the only one who kept her here. It was why she was still mulling over the idea of leaving the outer banks.
âYou better at least be bringing a joint for us,â She sighed feeling giddy about him coming over. He always made her feel like a school girl with a big crush on the cutest boy in school.
âAlready had one with your name on it babe,â He always threw that word around like it meant nothing. It meant everything to her.
They bid their goodbyes as Rafe was a few houses away. Less than ten minutes later she heard rustling under her. Rafe was climbing the tree by her room. He stepped onto the ledge before getting hoping down.
âRafe,â She shushed him harshly hoping her dad didnât hear. His heavy feet landing with a thud.
He looked at her with a smirk, âoops.â He shrugged not really caring if he was loud. Grabbing her legs that were laid out on the bench and sat down placing them on top. One hand on her shin and the other right above her knee.
He leaned his head back looking at her. That contagious grin on his face his eyes hooded and a bit red from his night out, âSo ms. I wanna run away. Whatâs this thing youâre trying to escape,â
She sighed leaning back, âDunno. I guess everything. I want to start somewhere new, itâs hard when people think they know everything about you.â
He let out a short laugh, âYeah tell me about it. Maybe we should escape together, I think youâre the only person who doesnât see a douche bag when they look at me.â
Her heart burst. If they were in a cartoon thereâd be hearts swirling around her head and violins playing.
She shook her head smiling, âNo one sees you as a douche bag,â She smirked, âanymore.â
âIt doesnât matter because the family company will be mine after college and people will see that Iâm more than just a pretty face with a bad attitude,â He smirked.
âYou are a pretty face with a bad attitude,â She agreed before holding her hand out, âAlso you have something for me no?â
He patted her legs, âHow could I ever think you forgot.â
They smoked and talked all night. She put on a movie on her laptop but it was more of background noise. At almost four in the morning she started to drift off to sleep and soon she was asleep on Rafeâs lap. She just felt so comfortable and warm with his hand rubbing circles on her shoulder.
He carried her to her bed and tucked her in because he knew she got cold easily. He sat next to her on the bed and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. A small smile on his face, these were the nights he cherished with her. When the world felt so quiet that it seemed like they were the only people existing. No interruptions from their friends or their parents.
Just him and his girl.
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I search the party of better bodies
Just to learn that you never cared
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winter
She pushed through the crowd of people while scanning the room for the 6â2 man she was meeting. It was the first party she had come to since summer and she was only there because he had begged her to come. It was a christmas sweater party so she had on a red sweater with kittens playing with presents. She had gotten it with Rafe a week ago at a vintage store, it was the whole reason he even brought up this party. Telling her itâd be the perfect place to wear it to.
Spotting her friend Emma she went up to her, âHey have you seen Rafe? he hasnât been answering me.â
âI swear I saw him going to the bathroom like a few minutes ago,â She pointed towards the hallway.
âThanks,â She waved and walked towards the hall.
It was much quieter in this part of the house. Sheâd never been here before so she didnât know where the bathroom was. There was a door on her right and left and one straight ahead. She decided to check them all. She opened the door on the left and it was just a closet with towels. The door on her right was the bathroom. She was confused because wasnât he supposed to be there.
She turned towards the last door and saw some light coming from under. She had a gut feeling this wasnât going to be good. Slowly she walked towards the door and opened it just like ripping a band aid off and
ouch.
Rafe on top of Taylor Thompson. His hand under her sweater and his lips on her. Taylorâs hands in his hair. At the sound of the door opening Rafe turned around and the girl under him sat up to look.
âShit,â He muttered feeling his heart sink.
She stood there in complete shock for a second before speaking, âSorry to interrupt.â She slammed the door closed. Holding back her tears until she was in her car alone. Her feet knowing where to take her as her mind was elsewhere. Why would he do that? The last few months had felt different to her. It felt like there was a possibility of something more.
It felt like he literally ripped her heart out and shoved out down Taylor Thompsonâs throat. That blonde bi-
âY/n! Wait!â Rafe called as he chased after her.
She ignored him not really wanting to see him until she got her emotions in order. Now it was clear he wanted nothing to do with her and never cared about her, at least not in the say way. She didnât want him to see her cry over him, it felt pathetic. They were outside now she had finally reached her car. Clicking the buttons to unlock it furiously.
âStop!â Rafe said as he jogged to push her car door closed before she opened it all the way.
âWhat!â She yelled turning around to him. A look of anger in her eyes.
He took a step back seeing how upset she actually was, âI-Itâs not what it looks like.â
She rolled her eyes, âI donât care Rafe.â Crossing her arms defensively.
He furrowed his brows, âThen why are you leaving?â
âBecause I can.â
âY/n-â
âRafe! I donât want to third wheel all night so go fuck Taylor Thompson like you want, I donât give a shit.â She seethed, tears pricking at her eyes.
He shook his head, âI donât want to fuck her.â
âThen why were you kissing her?â
âI thought you didnât care,â Now he was getting mad for some reason.
âFuck you Rafe.â
He laughed bitterly, âTell me why it bothered you so much.â
She scoffed confused, âWhat?â
âWhy did me kissing her bother you?â
âBecause it didnât bother you. You just didnât care,â
âAbout what?â He took a step closer. He was trying to get her to say it. To say that she cared because she liked him.
He knows he fucked up but after her reaction he realized that he had convinced himself she didnât care when she did. Then he may have taken a few shots and gone into the guest room to breathe and call her. But then Taylor Thompson came in right when the tequila was kicking in and things got blurry. She was on him and he didnât stop it and she tugged him on the bed and he just couldnât move or stop. He also couldnât stop thinking about y/n as it was all happening, wishing it was her.
âAbout me,â She sighed looking down voice so small.
âI care about you.â
She looked up at him with a frown. She sighed frustrated being able to hold her tears anymore as a few slipped down her cheeks, âNo you donât. If you did you wouldnât have kissed her.â
She turned around quickly opening her car door and getting in. Rafe got what he wanted, to hear her say it. But maybe he fucked up so bad he canât fix it. He steps back as her car starts and watches her drive away.
She can barely see between her tears as she drives home. She felt dumb. She felt like he was using her to make his ego bigger. Why did he have to ruin it? The one person who kept her tied to where she is had betrayed her the most. She knew he didnât owe her any loyalty but she couldnât help the way she felt.
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I picked the petals, he loves me not
Something different bloomed
Writing in my room
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spring
Three and a half months.
Itâd been three and a half months of Rafe and her not talking.
After she left the party she promised herself she would never speak to him again. He hurt her and she couldnât believe sheâd let it happen. Feeling dumb for feeling the way she does towards him. How could she have let herself fall for him so much?
He had called and texted her relentlessly at first. Even tried to go up to her in school but sheâd quickly turn and walk away from him. After a month of trying to get her to talk to him he gave up. He fucked it up more than he thought. Rafe gave her the space she wanted but heâd always be there in the background if she needs him.
Y/n couldnât take it anymore. She couldnât take him always looking at her with those eyes. Couldnât take all the time she was spending alone. She thought she liked being alone and spending time alone but she also liked all the time she spent with him. He made her feel so care free and light. The anxiety that was constantly bubbling in her stomach would diminish around him because she didnât have to pretend to be someone sheâs not.
But enough was enough.
Ever since middle school she had kept a diary. A few stacks of books tucked away in the back of her closet hid her deepest feelings and every detail about her life. The current one she had been filling was almost full and the last quarter of the notebook was all Rafe. Well to be honest he was in all of them, and not in a weird way. He was just always there, they were always together.
But now that they didnât spend time together her pages consisted of rants of her boring school days and writing different scenarios she had wished happened that night instead of what did. She had ranted about how he made her feel and how she felt seeing him on some other girl. A girl that wasnât her. It should have been her.
After everything they had done together how could he not see her in the way she sees him? Maybe he did live up to his cold hearted reputation. Even though he had never done anything wrong before. She actually canât remember the last time she saw him hook up with anyone. Not since the beginning of junior year and back then he was fully in his coke addiction. She remembers that night like it was yesterday.
They had become friends around that time the year before. Summer before sophomore year they met at midsummers when she caught him and his friends in the storage closet drinking from a bottle of vodka. Y/n told them she wouldnât say anything if they let her have some. Rafe immediately liked her, she knew what she wanted and she got it.
Now it was a year later and he can feel her eyes on him as he kissed some rich touron. He was high out of his mind and he just wanted to make y/n jealous. But it didnât work, the look he had caught from her as he trailed behind the redhead he just met was one more of disappointment. He felt his heart clench at the feeling. After that night he decided to get clean and stop the hard drugs because he hated that look.
She couldnât take it anymore, keeping all of her feelings on sheets of paper. She needed to find him and yell at or just do something. He has confused her for years now and she was sick of it. Especially now that Rafe and her were closer than ever. All her pent of feelings seeped through as she sighed exasperatedly, putting her pen that had been furiously writing down. Slamming it on the desk as she harshly pushed herself up from her desk.
With anger she had stormed out of the house and driven to his. Her sneakers stomping on the ground as she marched towards him. Every one of their memories together flashing through her head.
She had spotted him on the dock and was b lining towards him. Rafeâs head turned as he heard her stomping towards him. His stomach flipped when his eyes landed on y/n, he had really missed seeing her around. Especially at his house. He propped his sunglasses up on his head and hopped back onto the dock. He had been getting the boat ready for a solo boat day to clear his head.
âY/n?â He asked in disbelief.
âYou!â She pointed at him and stopping once her finger was poking his chest, âWhy are you the way you are!â Her finger jabbing into his chest with every word.
He watched as her chest rose and fell quickly. He had never really seen her mad before, something he always admired. But now seeing her with furrowed brows and steam practically coming out of her ears, he kind of liked it. Rafe knows he shouldnât be thinking about how cute she looks and instead be getting on his knees begging for forgiveness.
He had really missed seeing her up close. Missed how dark her lashes were and how glossy her plump lips always were. He counted all her freckles to make sure she didnât get any new ones while they were away from each other. Her hair was in a style he hadnât seen on her before.
âWell hi to you too,â He smirked. He couldnât help himself, couldnât help use the charm he knew she loved.
She placed her palms on his chest and shoved him, barely making him move. Y/n began ranting, âFor the last fucking four years you have been my best friend and youâve been so confusing! Everything was fine at first but-but then you were always there for me whenever. And you always fucking listened to me. And youâre so funny. I started to feel different and then I saw you at that fucking party,â She glared at him, the image of him on that girl making her nauseous, âAnd then you changed. You donât hook up with anyone and you donât leave my side at parties,â she laughed sarcastically, âYou even fucking call me babe sometimes. So I though oh maybe he feels different too then again I saw you on some fucking girl. And you chase after me so Rafe what the fuck do you want from me? Has this all just been bullshit to you? Am I just some fucking girl you get to flirt with to get your weird little fix until you find someone you actually want to be with?â
He rolled his eyes almost offended, âYou know youâre not just some girl.â
She scoffed with wide eyes, âThatâs all you took away from that. What else am I supposed to think? You make me feel special for years and I just wait and wait. Then when I think things are finally happening you go and kiss some girl.â
âY/n-â
âWho fucking knows what would have happened if I hadnât walked in.â
âCan I-â
âI know you would have fucked her and then came home to me to talk about your problems like Iâm some wife in the 50s.â
âYou-â
âYou kill me Rafe.â
âStop!â He practically shouted as he placed his hands on her shoulders. She closed her mouth and stared at him intensely.
âI was afraid you didnât feel the same so I kept my feelings down. Iâve liked you since the moment I met you. But I was fucked up then so I didnât act like it until I saw how much I hurt you. I changed for you and-and then I just got scared. You are someone so beyond me, you are like the nicest smartest most beautiful person. Why the fuck would you want me?â He laughed like it was obvious, âAnd weâre such good friends it was terrifying to think about how if I fucked it up I wouldnât have you at all. No oneâs ever actually tried to get to know me the way you have. And then I did fuck it up again,â he sighed scratching the back of his neck, âI shouldnât have let her kiss me that night. I should have found you and told you what Iâve been feeling since I met you. That I love you so much it actually hurts. And itâs hurt me knowing I made you upset.â
âRafe,â She sighed as her eyes softened. This was not going at all how she expected things to go.
âI get I fucked it up, so if you still never want to see me again thatâs fine. But please give me a chance,â He was actually contemplating getting on his knees to beg.
âYouâre such a big dumby. Youâve always had a chance. You mean so much to me. Rafe the only reason I havenât applied to out of state schools is because I want to be with you. Even if it was just as friends,â She sighed feeling like a weight had been lifter off of her shoulders. A part of her still wanted to punch him.
He took a step closer lifting his hand and softly brushing his fingers across her cheek as he cupped her face, âWill you please go out with me? Because I am so in love with you.â
She leaned up towards him. Their noses now brushing, âI love you,â
He smiled as he pulled her towards him, their lips meeting. The kiss felt like every taylor swift love song playing at once. All the yearning felt worth it in that moments. Their lips moved against each other languidly, like theyâve always been doing this. Rafeâs hands moved to her waist, gripping in all the right places.
Y/nâs hand ran through his hair tugging when his hands reached lower giving her butt a squeeze.Rafe melted at her soft sighs and quiet moans as he trailed kisses down to her neck. Kissing behind her ear. He kissed her cheek as he faced her again. Her hazy eyes and swollen lips made his blood flow to a certain lower part of his body.
âRafe, this doesnât mean Iâm not still kinda mad at you. You have a lot of making up to do,â She smiled innocently at him.
âBaby Iâll give you whatever you want. In fact, letâs go shopping now for our date tonight,â He kissed her one more time before moving to hold her hand dragging her towards his car.
She laughed as she trailed behind him knowing that one shopping trip wasnât going to make it better. He owed her big time.
âIt also doesnât mean weâre boyfriend and girlfriend because you havenât asked me,â She smiled smugly at him as he opened the door to his truck for her.
âI guess I have my work cut out for me then,â He said leaning against the frame of door once she had sat down.
âyou do.â
He leaned up and kissed her softly, âAnything for you baby.â
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Hiii can you please write a blurb where its hockey player h getting jealous? It can be at a party or maybe at one of figure skater y/ns competitions?

i did that thing where i took an ask in a different direction, so if this was your request, message me and i'll do an actual jealous fic! i apologize, i was feeling angsty, protective boyfriendrryđ€đ€
trigger warnings: light depictions of sa, coping with sa
i don't pretend to know what it's like to be a victim/survivor or sexual assault, so if there is something that you may find offensive or unrealistic or glorified, please know that was not my intention. feel free to message me if you take issue with this fic, and i'll take it down.
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"Do you wanna get out of here?"
You were quick to shake your head, stepping away from the guy you'd been talking to. It was just a conversation, nothing more, one you didn't even really want to be having in the first place. But the guy had cornered you in the fraternity's kitchen, and you were looking for a polite way out.
"Uh...no. I'm actually here with my boyfriend," you said.
You hoped that would be the end of it, but instead of backing off he stepped closer. "You don't have to play hard to get, Y/n. I'm already into you, so come on."
Dread started to fill your belly. Peeking over the guy's shoulder, you saw that you were the only ones in the kitchen, and with the loud music playing throughout the house, no one would hear you if you needed to call for help. You hoped you wouldn't need to, but it was all you could think about as he leaned in.
"No," you said, trying to sound firm despite your trembling voice. "I said no, so if you'll excuse meâGet off mâ!"
His hand was on your wrists and pushed you roughly into the wall hard enough to hurt. While you were still in a daze from being shoved, he made his move. His mouth, which was not at all like Harry's, was on yours before you could say anything. The guy tasted like stale beer, and his tongue kept trying to push past your tightly closed lips. Your skin crawled every place he touchedâunder your shirt and skirt, the inside of your thighâand every time he whispered in your ear and his breath unfurled across your neck. You wanted to call out or push him off but you couldn't. You never thought you would be in this position, and now you were, and you just...froze.
When his lips moved to your neck, you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut and hoping if you stayed still enough your mind might drift elsewhere. "Please," you whimpered one last time, willing yourself to push back, but you couldn't make yourself move.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Harry's voice, that was Harry's voice. For a moment, you thought his angry tone was pointed at you, that he thought he'd caught you cheating.
"Nothing, man, leave us alone. We'reâ"
Things were a blur after that, but all you knew was the guy wasn't on you anymore and you felt exposed. The skirt you had carefully tucked into your skirt at the start of the evening was rucked up, the neckline pulled down. You kept your eyes closed, tears slipping out as you listened to the sound of a fight, of someone getting shoved against a wall and plates or cups crashing and fists connecting with skin. You didn't want to cry, you felt stupid for crying, but the tears wouldn't stop.
"Harry, please."
"Shut up!"
Your eyes stayed squeezed shut, but you could hear the altercation coming to an end as more people came into the kitchen, most likely pulling Harry and the other guy apart. Feeling someone crowd your space again, you tensed and shook your head, completely terrified.
"Hey, it's just me. It's just me, love. Can you open your eyes for me?" Harry said, his voice the softest you'd ever heard it.
Slowly, you blinked your eyes open, more tears spilling out. "I promise I didn'tâ"
"None of that, baby. I know what happened. You don't have to explain," he said. Harry reached out to gently push a strand of hair out of your face, but you flinched. "Sorry. IâShould I get Kate? She's here somewhere. I'llâLet me text her."
Kate came in minutes, and she quickly ushered you out of the party and into her car. Everything felt like white noise, and you were seeing without really seeing. You knew Harry was there and keeping his distance, but you just wanted to go home, be alone. So Kate drove you, got you into bed and slept on the couch in the living room, making sure to lock the door when you started to cry and hyperventilate because she'd forgotten.
The next morning you felt marginally better, but not great, and the day after that was more of the same. On the third day, you felt comfortable enough to get out of bed, to shower and scrub at your skin until it was rubbed raw. You were shaken up, but you felt like you were back in your body again. That night you did everything in your power to not be where you were mentally. A few days later, you were more aware once again, not so scared or skittish, but that only meant the memories and the feelings you were keeping at bay returned in full force.
"Harry's at the door. Wants to check in," Kate said, poking your head into your room. You'd been up for a couple hours, watching TV on your laptop after you finally stepped out of the shower, but you hadn't come out of your room yet, hadn't said a word to anyone. Hadn't spoken to Harry since the party. "He's been coming here for the last three days, and I've been holding him off, butâHe's worried about you."
You knew he was worried. He called and texted until your phone died, and then he resorted to emails. Harry hardly even checked his email unless he had to message a professor about a late assignment, but he'd been emailing you relentlessly when you didn't answer your phone.
"Did he...hit that guy?" you asked, recalling bits and pieces from that night.
"Did a little more than just hit him, but well-deserved in my opinion," Kate muttered. "Was like one of those brawls he gets into on the ice at games except he had a good center of gravity. That piece of shit didn't stand a chance."
You didn't know how to feel about that. You were well aware that Harry got into fights at his hockey games, you always rolled your eyes when he got sent to the penalty box after shoving a player into plexiglass or taking a swing when she should've skated back to his position. And he was the jealous type, you were well aware of that. Sometimes Harry would glare or kiss your neck when he thought guys stared too long. He was protective and jealous, but a sweetheart on the inside, and part of you liked how strongly he felt for you and that he wasn't afraid to show it. Now...you didn't know how to feel.
"He...He can come in."
Kate nodded and left your room. A minute later, she was back with Harry. He had a split lip and dark bags under his eyes, but other than that, he looked fine. Kate was right, Harry seemed to take care of that guy without much trouble.
"Hi," he said, stepping inside your bedroom. Kate closed the door once he did, leaving the two of you alone.
"Hi."
"HowâHow are you?" he asked then frowned. "That was a stupid question. Sorry, Iâ"
"I'm okay. Not okay, but better, I guess."
"Good. That'sâThat's good. I'm glad. I was worried about you. Couldn't sleep."
Harry's hands were tucked into his back pockets as he leaned back and forth on his heels, his eyes struggling to pick something to focus on. He was nervous, you realized.
"You can sit down," you said, bringing your knees up to your chest so he could have space to sit on your bed.
"Right thanks."
He approached the bed, sitting down on the very edge. His hands stayed in his lap, foot tapping rapidly. Your eyes narrowed, a hand reaching out to take one of his hands in yours before you could think much of it. Harry's knuckles were cut up, reddish-purple bruises covering his skin. Ever so gently, you ran a finger over the bruises.
"It looks worse than it feels," he said, probably lying. "I know how you feel about fighting, but I couldn't let him get away with that. HeâI saw red, andâSorry, we don't need to talk about me."
"I didn't think anyone would come," you said. "We were just talking, and then all of a sudden we were alone and the music was so loud. IâI didn't think anyone would've heard me."
"I'm sorry I wasn't there. I went to the bathroom and went looking for you, IâI should'veâ"
"I don't blame you for not being there," you said. "You were there. I was just so scared, and IâI froze, I couldn't move, and I was soâ"
"Hey, it's okay," he said. Harry tried to reach for you, but you pulled back. "I'm sorry I don't want to make you uncomfortable by touching you. I can goâ"
"I have bruises on my wrists," you said, pulling the sleeves of her sweatshirt over your hands. "And I don't want to feel ashamed, and I know I shouldn't feel ashamed, butâbut I do. I feel ashamed of what happened."
When you began to sniffle, Harry looked like he wanted to come closer, but he stayed put. "Can I?"
You gave him a small nod, and he gently took your left wrist in his hands. His touch was so delicate, you didn't even think he was capable of being that gentle. Harry pushed your sweatshirt back, and you quickly turned your head to the side, not wanting to see the bruised fingerprints on your wrists. You felt his thumb brush over the skin, and when your skin began to crawl, your shoulders tensed, and his thumb stopped.
"I went to the school board," he said. "The dean, or whatever. I told them what happened. IâI didn't mention your name, but I told them what happened so that...he could get expelled or reprimanded or something."
Your head had been resting on your knees, but at that, you looked at him. "You did?"
"Yeah, IâI'm sorry if I overstepped, but I couldn't just let him get away with it," he said.
You didn't know what to say. You'd been officially dating for a few weeks now, a little over a month, and things were still new, still fresh. But you liked this new relationship, and you didn't want what happened at the party to get in the way of something so good with Harry.
"I don't feel great, and I may have taken like a hundred showers since, but I think I just want...I think I could use a hug."
"I love hugs," Harry said, a small smile on his face.
You pushed the corner of your bedspread back to let him in, and Harry was quick to kick off his shoes and join you. His body was warm, the smell of his clothes perfect, his cheek against yours perfect. He was perfect. You felt comfortable in your own skin again with him next to you.
"And I could use a movie buddy," you said, opening your laptop again, firing up a rom-com.
"You've been pestering me to watch this with you," he mumbled against your temple. "But I'll watch anything if it means I get to hold you like this."
You blushed and squeezed his hand tight. Harry hissed a little, which made you mumble an apology before gently kissing his knuckles.
"I do hate when you fight," you mumbled, opening up your laptop again. "But this time it was deserved. If I have bruises, so should he. And I'mâI'm glad you told someone. Thank you."
"I wish I had been there," he said quietly, taking your hand in his and kissing your wrist gently. "I should have been there."
You knew both of you could go around in circles about hypotheticals about that night, but it would be no use. Something horrible happened, and you wouldn't forget it, and neither would he. But the bruises would fade soon, and Harry was there for you, and so was Kate, and you would be okay. When he kissed your wrist, your shoulders tensed, but your skin didn't crawl, and when he rested his arm on your waist, you felt safe, not trapped, and when he asked if you wanted to get dinner when the credits of the movie rolled, you found yourself saying yes.
"This might be everything that happened and my emotions might be all over the place, so take this with a grain of salt. In the nicest way," you said. "But I think I might be in love with you."
Harry chuckled and helped you out of bed, waiting by the door as you slipped into a pair of sneakers. You didn't bother changing out of your sweats, even though you had to hike up the sweatpants you were wearing every few seconds because they were Harry's. Both of you were more than familiar with walking around in comfy clothes after practice or a training session. You were probably headed to McDonald's and back to your apartment for another movie anyway.
"Then I'll wait to tell you I'm in love with you in a month when we're on a proper date. Until then, shall we?"

"I don't want to feel like this."
"I know."
"I shouldn't feel like this," you said, pulling Harry's covers up to your chest.
"You're allowed to have all the feelings you want, Y/n," Harry said softly, careful to keep his distance on the narrow bed. "We can wait. I don't mind just laying next to you."
"Yeah?" you asked, getting teary eyed for an entirely different reason.
"However long it takes."
You sniffled and reached for his hand, which he took. "Sorry about the uh... unfinished business."
"That? Can't even feel it," he said.
"Liar," you said, laughing a little. "But it makes you a reeeaaly good boyfriend."
Harry kissed the top of your head. "And it'll be reeeaaly worth the wait."
You laughed even louder, even fuller, this time, flicking him on the nose. "Pig."
Harry teased and joked with you, but on the inside, he felt relief. You'd come out of your room and gone back to class the last couple weeks, but you weren't quite yourself. You stayed covered up from head to toe, you stayed home on the weekends, and your heart wasn't in your training. You went and you were brilliant, but Harry could tell. He'd watched you enough to know if your heart was in it, and it wasn't.
So he learned when to be a shoulder to cry on and when to make jokes to make you laugh and when to put on your favorite movie. Harry had never been in this position before, he never thought he would ever be in this position before. But he didn't imagine you did either, so he tried his best.
He wasn't worried, though. You were in therapy and going to class and getting good grades and you didn't flinch anymore when people tried to touch you. Friends, anyway, sometimes strangers startled you. Progress was progress, though. Some areas were better than others, though. Since the party, you and Harry hadn't had sex, hadn't even kissed on the lips. You held hands and Harry kissed your head and cuddled on the couch or a bed, but it didn't go much further than that. And you were fully clothed each time.
But he was more than willing to wait. Harry knew taking time was important and he hadn't put pressure on you to do anything. It was you who wanted to do more tonight. You thought you were ready, you insisted that you were ready, but when Harry tried to take your top off, you pushed him away, feeling sick to your stomach.
"You'll get there. We'll get there," Harry promised, going over to his dresser to get a shirt. He tossed it to you, wanting you to be as comfortable in a t-shirt instead of the top you'd worn out tonight. He grabbed one for himself and was halfway into it when you stopped him.
"Could you maybe justâ"
"What?" He asked, coming over to the bed where you were still covered up.
"It's stupid," you said.
"I can promise you it's not."
Blowing out a large sigh, you looked at him. "Could you maybe just not wear a shirt?"
"Of course," Harry said immediately. He shrugged out of the one he just put on and slid into bed next to you. "Not stupid at all."
"I just want...to feel you, but I don't wantâ"
"To do anything more. I understand."
So Harry let you position him just how you wanted on his bed, making sure not to accidentally lean or lay on your hair. Your hands were feather-light on him, like you were barely touching him at all.
Sometimes, late at night when you were fast asleep, Harry would feel inexplicably angry. Not at you, never at you. At that guy for hurting you the way he did, for violating you in a way that was still affecting you when he probably hadn't thought about it since. Harry could tell you looked for him when you were on campus together. Your eyes flitted to each face that passed you by, squeezing Harry's hand when you saw similar hair or frame. You were terrified to see him again, and seeing the panicked look on your face when you thought you did enraged Harry even more.
But there wasn't much he could do except wait. Wait for you to heal, wait for the storm to pass, wait to kiss you again. All of it was worth it, you were worth it, but sometimes he thought there was something he could've done to prevent all of this.
"You can stop beating yourself up, you know," you said out of the blue.
"What?"
"Don't think I don't know that look, Harry," you said, leaning up on your elbow to look at him. "I have never blamed you for what happened."
"I just wish I could help," he said, feeling his shoulders release tension they'd been holding since that night.
"You are. I don't know how to explain it, but I promise you are," you said, and that relaxed something in Harry too.
He was about to put on another movie when an idea came to him. "Get up."
"What?"
"Get up. I have an idea," he said, slipping back into his t-shirt and a hoodie.
Curious, you followed his lead, putting on shoes and letting him lead you to your car. "The rink," he said quietly, and even though you knew it was closed for the night, you went anyway. Harry didn't say anything, but you weren't really up for conversation anyway. You felt bad that you'd become a burden to Harry, that instead of a girlfriend he got...you. You wanted to be okay again, you wanted him to kiss you and feel you, you wanted to do more than just fall asleep next to him. But you just couldn't get his touch out of your head. You felt dirty and overexposed, and you weren't sure if you'd ever not feel that way again. You weren't sure if you should be selfish and keep Harry shackled to you while you found out.
"Come on," he said when you parked in the empty lot. It was almost midnight, which meant there were no more practices, no more games or private training sessions. It was just you and Harry.
He pulled out a set of keys from his pocket, taking you by surprise when one slid into the lock with ease. The front door to the rink opened, cold air immediately hitting you as you stepped inside.
"Why do you have keys to the rink?"
"Being captain of the hockey team has its perks," Harry said with a shrug. "Come on, I want to show you something."
You followed him back to the boy's locker rooms, and past that to where the rink stored the equipment they rented out to local teams or families who wanted to start training their kids but didn't know what to buy yet. Harry grabbed a hockey stick, not quite as big as the one he used, and then a bigger one, and a few pucks.
"Do you have spare skates in your locker?"
"Of course."
"They'll do. We're not gonna actually play," he said, but he wasn't looking at you as he pulled out small nets from the back of the storage room.
When he had everything, he told you to grab yours and his skates while he set up the rink, not giving you a chance to respond. You did as he asked, using the combination he gave you before leaving the locker room to cross over to the girl's. Your spares were old, and the blades could've used a tune up, but they were comfortable and would hopefully work for whatever Harry had planned.
You quickly got into your skates and got on the ice, handing Harry's over once you reached him. "I think you need to get angry, and I think you need a way to just let it all out," he said as he laced up his own skates, which were much clunkier than yours. "So I'm gonna teach you how to shoot, and we'll go from there, okay?"
"Harry, I don't thinkâ"
"Do you trust me?" he asked, looking at you like he wasn't actually sure if you did.
"Yes," you said almost immediately.
"Then let me help you do this."
So you did.
Harry showed you the basics of shooting a hockey puck at the net. He made it look so easy, so effortless, but when it was your turn, you hardly made the puck move. But Harry was patient, quietly telling you what you did wrong and helping you adjust your stance. Eventually, you got the hang of it, and when you hit the first puck with force, you didn't stop.
Harry had been right, you needed an outlet for everything you were feeling, and each swing of the hockey stick had you feeling more than just uncomfortable in your own skin or scared or sorry for yourself. You were furious that this happened to you, that you couldn't do anything to stop it, that this person left you feeling weak and broken. All of that anger went into your movements, and everything else fell away, including Harry, who hadn't said a word since you got the hang of it.
You didn't know how long you stayed on the rink, all you knew was the stick in your hand and the ice beneath your skates. It wasn't until Harry tapped you on the shoulder that you finally stopped. Your cheeks felt flushed and you were breathing heavily, but you felt good, and you hadn't felt good since that night.
"Your arms are gonna be sore tomorrow," Harry explained, taking the hockey stick before skating around to gather up the other equipment. When he made his way back to you, you were still huffing and puffing. Gently, Harry reached out and brushed a thumb across your cheek, then the other. You didn't even realize you'd been crying. "How do you feel?"
"Different," you said. "Like I could sleep forever."
Grinning, Harry said, "Then let's get you back."
Harry had been right, your arms were already starting to feel like jello. You were worn out, but in a good way. You and Harry walked back to the car in silence, though when you looked over at him, he had a small smile on his face.
"What?"
"Nothing, it's just the way you were hitting the puck," he said, shaking his head, curls falling into his eyes. He hadn't gotten a haircut recently, and now his hair curled past his ears and touched the collar of his shirt.
"What? Do I play like a girl?" you teased.
"No, but, like, you're really graceful about it. It's not a bad thing, just different."
"Well, maybe I could teach you a thing or two about grace," you said, leaning into his side. The rest of the walk to the car was quiet, like both of you were stuck in your own heads. But when you started the car to go back to his place, you said, "Thank you. You've been...more patient than other people might've been, I think."
"You don't have to thank me for being a good friend," Harry said. "You would've done the same for me."
He was right. If something traumatic happened to him, you would've been bending over backwards to help him. Somewhere down the line, you cared enough about him that you would be devastated if he was hurt in any way. It would've hurt you to see him hurt.
"When I'm ready...you're in for a treat," you said, trying to lighten the mood. You didn't want to feel like you were shrouded by a dark cloud anymore. "
Almost like he knew what you were trying to do, Harry played along. "Oh yeah? What can I expect?"
"That would ruin the surprise."
You saw Harry shake his head in your periphery, but it was an amused shake.
This felt right, the teasing and flirting. It felt normal. You weren't one hundred percent okay, but for the first time since that night, you believed that you would be, and Harry knew it too.
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Friend's Best Friend



Happy new years everyone!! Can't wait to kick it off with some more writing!
Another request, finished it quick because this is literally my favourite blogger on Tumblr (yes, I'm glazing). Chris again people! We love him, and here, he's a bit more awkward and cute than in my other ones. Kinda a love at first sight thing, so hope you like it <3
Word count: 1,7k (unedited)
psssttt hiii!! i hope you have a lovely new year and i hope to see more of your content!! đ«¶đ«¶đđ Not necessarily a request but if you'd like to write it feel free.. this is simply a thought i had can be nsfw or sfw tbh! Chris and reader meeting for the first time and Chris just being like head over heels cannot quit staring at reader- im thinking Ash or Jess's best friend who he's never met before and Josh pokes fun at him to get your number but before he can even protest reader comes over and is like super straightforward like "Hi i think you're attractive i want your number." and he's just like FUMBLING FOR HIS LIIIIFE. -@dahliascophin
âI promise you, theyâre all nice and kindâÂ
âYou say that about everyoneâ I tell Ash as we walk out of the bus. The night hung low, dark clouds collecting as we walked. The only light coming from the street lamps as we make our way to the gettogether. Ashley had the idea of inviting me to one. Apparently, the one time I met Josh, I had made quite the impression, and both of them wanted me to come to at least one hang out. The group sounded alright when they described it, though I was still unsure about how they functioned. Every individual was so vastly different, I couldnât quite grasp it.Â
âWill I have anything in common with someone?â I ask, a grim feeling in my stomach. What if they were all douchebags, or preppy, or just plain mean?Â
âHey, you have me, Josh. I think youâll love both Sam, Chris, Beth and Mattâ
âOkay, you know I trust you, but your matching skills are not the bestâÂ
âOh shut up, theyâre gonna love you. Youâre basically a more extroverted and smiling version of me, but Iâm prettier and kinderâÂ
âWow, not boosting my ego at all?âÂ
âNah, you donât need it, we already know whatâll happen if you think too highly of yourselfâÂ
âDamn, but what if Iâm kinder and prettier than you?âÂ
âThen thatâs something Iâll never admitâÂ
I give her a nudge, earning a laugh and a small hit back. We were finally approaching the house, outdoor lighting and a beautiful yard.Â
âAre they rich or something?âÂ
âYep, the Washingtons, can you imagine?âÂ
âNot at allâÂ
We donât bother knocking, and she opens the door, holding her arm out for me to walk inside. I oblige, letting myself into the grand building. If the outside didnât seem big, the inside did. Expensive paintings and decor in the hallway, contrasted by the large amount of jackets that hung on the wall.Â
âLooks like everybodyâs here alreadyâÂ
We take off our coats and outerwear, hanging it on the racks before making our way to the living room. Laughter and talk fill our ears as we arrive, the room full of people. Everyoneâs heads turn as Ashley announces our presence to them.Â
âHey guys, this is my friend I was talking about!â I give a small wave, putting on my best smile as I look over the room. I see Josh, who walks over and hugs me.Â
âYou made it, fantastic!âÂ
âYou have a beautiful home, JoshâÂ
âOh stop being so polite, come meet everyoneâÂ
We walk over to the others, everyone with welcoming smiles and expressions. Iâm introduced to every single one, Jess being extra hyper and hugging me while I only give the others a handshake.Â
A certain blonde catches my eye, and Josh takes his place beside him as he introduces us. He says his name is Chris, his eyes wandering over me as I lean over to grab his hand. Itâs rough, his grip hard and firm. The action in itself earns a slight pink blush on my part, but I just pray he doesnât see it. After all, we havenât said more than hi.Â
âChris and I met back in third grade, a completely boring story, but have been inseparable ever sinceâ Josh explains, giving the guy a hard clap on the back. I smile, taking a seat beside Ashley while listening.Â
âBoring, you? I canât imagine thatâÂ
âYou know what, youâre totally right!â Josh exclaims, starting to explain in-depth how he and Chris got to know each other. The whole time, Chris is looking at me, watching my reactions and studying my features. I give him a small smile, signaling that I see him. His gaze shifts away immediately, looking back at Josh whoâs leaned over on his knees.Â
âWhat a coincidenceâ I add when heâs finished and he gives a hum in reply. Ashley sighs, hand going around my back to turn me to the others.Â
âFinally, weâve heard that story a million timesâÂ
âHey, Iâve only heard it onceâÂ
âLuckyâÂ
I shift to talk to Jessica and Emily, both of them energetic and fashion-oriented. Theyâre both nice, though I sense some tension when Emilyâs boyfriend arrives and sits in between the two. He leans forward, joining the conversation.Â
âSo, how do you know Ash?â I think back. I feel like Iâve always known her, even though weâve lived far from each other.Â
âWell, we met in kindergarten I think, and during a playdate, our moms became friends, so we just built it from thereâ I easily explain, looking around. I guess it was as easy as that, and we were lucky we found each other so early. Chris is looking at me, eyes narrowed and mouth slightly open. Josh nudges his arm, making him look at the guy with a sour expression. Theyâre on the other side of the room, and I canât hear what theyâre saying. The only thing I can make out is Josh laughing and continuously teasing him with small hits and huge theatrical movements.Â
âSo, you a big party-girl?â Jessica asks, and I turn my attention back to her.Â
âWell, I donât mind a good partyâ She lets out a small shriek, hands coming to grab both of mine.Â
âIâm hosting next week, and Ashley has already said no, but you can come AND you can convince her to go with you!âÂ
âAsh, youâre free next week?âÂ
âNo, Iâve got studiesâÂ
âOh, come onâÂ
I try to make her, while Jessicaâs watching intently. In the end, she obliges, telling me that sheâll only come if I do too. After all, I also have a lot of homework to be dealt with.Â
The party goes on, and I eventually get to talking with both Matt and Sam a bit. Iâm in a conversation with Sam about mountain climbing as Chris makes an appearance beside her, joining the talk.Â
âOh, hey Chris, we were just talking about that time I forced you up on the mountain, you know. With the rope and falling and all of thatâ Sam explains, and arm going to his shoulder.Â
âWait what, youâre telling her about that? I was a good climber, I did everything rightâÂ
âWell, except for when you fell down and whined about-â
âSo, youâre friends with Ashley, right?â he interrupts her, and I see her lips tighten. I giggle a little, the situation funny.Â
âToo early to hear about your embarrassing stuff, huh Chris?âÂ
Josh jumps up behind him, clinging to his shoulders for support. The sudden weight surprises him, and I hold my hands out automatically, in case they both fall. Chris is strong, and he just sighs as Josh jumps off him again, his arm leaning on the blondeâs shoulder.Â
âOh trust me, this guyâs got A LOT of embarrassing stuff we can talk aboutâÂ
âDudeâŠâÂ
âCalm down, Cochie, Iâm not gonna say anything. At least not yetâ Josh laughs, taking Samâs arm and dragging her with him. After they leave, he whispers something in her ear, causing them both to look back to us. I ignore them.Â
âTo answer your question, yes, been friends with Ash for as long as I can rememberâÂ
âThatâs a long timeâ he nods, eyes finding mine again. He looks muscular, big. After all, he just carried Josh after having to endure a surprise-attack from him. His eyes are big and blue, the kind which one can drown in. Gosh, heâs absolutely beautiful. Just my type.Â
âSo, tell me Chris, what are your hobbies?âÂ
âWell, umâŠâ he stumbles over his words, and I canât help but just keep giving encouraging smiles. âI mean, I play video games with Josh sometimes, and do coding and suchâŠâ
âWow, really? I tried coding once, and it was difficult, gave up right awayâÂ
âItâs easy when you get the hang of itâÂ
âI believe you, and what games do you play? I know Josh likes pvp shooting stuff a lot, but you?âÂ
He stutters again, and I place my hand on his arms, causing a light pink shade to cover his cheeks. He rearranges his glasses, arms then going behind his neck.Â
âYou know, the usualâ he mutters, laughing a little. He quickly composes himself, taking a breath and starting to talk again.Â
âSo, I was wondering if you were interested in going to-â
âOMG! And please, I think this necklace would look gorgeous on you!â Jessica shrieks, coming up behind me. She shoves her phone in front of me, a picture of a golden necklace with a small trinket at the center.Â
âYeah, thatâs beautifulâÂ
âCome on, Emily was just researching a top to wear with itâ she adds, taking my arm and pulling me with her. I give a small smile and wave to Chris, seeing Josh going up to him again.Â
âSo close dude! You just need to-â is all I hear before being dragged out of earshot.Â
Sadly, I donât get to talk to Chris before having to catch the last bus. Ashley and I say our goodbyes, both walking to the hallway to get our coats. She leans over, whispering to me.Â
âYou know, I saw that blush when you were talking to ChrisâÂ
âIâm not surprised, youâre always looking at meâ I tease her, but she just shakes her head.Â
âSeriously, just go do it now, heâs not going to be at Jessâs party, heâs busy that weekendâÂ
âWait, really, heâs not coming?âÂ
She hums, hand pushing on my back.Â
âBus leaves soon, we donât have all nightâÂ
I take a deep breath, mastering some courage before hurrying over to the living room again. On my way, I take out a pen and an old receipt from my pocket, writing my number in big letters. Everyone turns their heads, looking at me when I arrive, but I walk over to Chris, handing him the note.Â
âHey, hereâs my number. Let me know if you want to go out for coffee sometimeâ I offer, smiling down at him. His hand is open, but not moving, so I place the paper there, tapping his fingers around it. His mouth is open, eyes surprised and shocked. I laugh a little, standing up again and looking at everyone.Â
âYeah, I definitely will, thank youâ he exclaims, cheeks red as he keeps staring at me.Â
âGreat, canât waitâ I smile, waving goodbye to everyone. I walk back to Ash, and as I turn the corner, I hear Josh and some other cooing.Â
âDude, you did it! Or she did, but either way it was done!!â
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Hiii
Can you write a one-shot about the idea that you cheated on dave mustaine and he found out? đ
A/n: I don't know if you wanted this to end in smut or not but it's just angst, who doesn't love angst <3 I also left it at what may be an odd part so if you want a part two I can do that, just let me know what direction you want it to go in <3
Gimme your Dave asks bc every time I write one Iâm reminded of how hot he is, itâll be written between now and six months from now <3 /hj
Warnings: Angst, cheating, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Dave was always so distant. He was cold and never truly seemed to care about you, always putting music first.
You'd ask him to go out every now and then but were always left with an open answer, so you'd go out with your friends. You knew they could be encouraging in some... interesting ways, to say the least, but when you went out for a nice dinner you'd planned months in advance with them instead of Dave, heading out to a nearby bar and hooking up with some guy seemed ok.
You didn't think to much of it, it was one night with some random guy you'd never see again, Dave would never even know.
But then it wasn't just one night.
You found yourself going out, telling Dave you'd be with your friends but you'd be at the bar by yourself. Or rather, at the bar on some guy in the bathroom or a back alley somewhere.
This went for a few months. You promised yourself you'd stop but then Dave went on tour with Megadeth. He never called you. Never sent you anything. There was nothing from him and it infuriated you. So you got yourself all prettied up and went out to find guy of the night.
Dave wasn't home and wouldn't be for a while so you brought him back home to have your fun, and you did.
When you woke up he wasn't there, you figured he'd just gone home but when you went downstairs he was making breakfast. "Oh, no, why'd you come down? I was gonna bring it to you." He had said as he rushed over to you. Dave had never done anything like that.
Not recently.
Sure, maybe it wasn't a constant that he'd been cold and distant. He showed he loved you once upon a time, he'd buy you flowers, show you his favourite bands because he wanted you to like the same things he liked. He took you out to fancy dinners, bought you pretty dresses, did everything a good boyfriend should do.
But it all stopped at some point.
When this new guy started showering you in the attention you'd missed oh so dearly you had to keep it coming in some way.
You let him stay until Dave gave home, making him leave a few days in advance just incase you had the dates mixed up or Dave ended up coming back early. He treated you like a queen, making you food, worshipping your body, doing everything just right.
Doing everything the way Dave used to.
Then Dave came back and it was right back to that cold void walking through the halls of your home. You tried talking to him but he'd just grumble something and leave it there. It was pointless.
Weeks passed and you saw something about Dave change. One day he'd be an exact copy of what he used to be, the next he'd go right back to ignoring you.
You woke up one night alone in bed, odd since Dave was usually a heavy sleeper and never left the bed even if he did wake up.
You checked the time and saw it was past three. Worried, you decided to go looking for Dave.
You heard voices coming from the living room and went to investigate, finding Dave sitting on the couch and anxiously biting the skin around his nails as he stared at the TV.
"What are you doing?" You asked as you came up to him, sitting next to him on the couch. He didn't respond, didn't even look at you. His eyes stayed glued to the TV, a blank expression on his face. "Dave?" Again no response. You huffed and leaned against him, letting your eyes close since you were still tired.
"You cheated on me?" He asked. Your body tensed and your eyes shot open.
"Huh?" Is all you managed to get out.
"You cheated on me." He said, more of a statement now. "Your boyfriend called, asking if you were busy." You inhaled deeply and pulled away from him.
"Oh..."
"Oh?" He asked, finally tearing his gaze away from the TV to look at you. "Is that it?"
You shrugged. "What do you want me to say?"
Dave glared at you before shrugging, sighing before he spoke. "I don't know. Not that, I guess." He mumbled as he looked back to the TV. You reached for the remote and turned it off.
"What do we do now?" Dave said nothing. "Do you want me out?" Nothing. "Dave?" Silence.
You stared at him, waiting for an answer, a reaction. Anything. You wanted him to scream at you, yell at you for what you did, you wanted him to throw things and kick you out.
"Are you serious?" You demanded, all your anger over the past few months, over everything the two of you had been through, over everything he'd done to you, it all boiled up and burst at the surface. "Nothing, you're giving me nothing?"
He didn't even flinch as your voice raised. "I wanted attention! I wanted someone to love me and not care to show it! I wanted more than this cold fucker that showed up randomly and took the man I loved, what happened to him, huh? He let groupies fuck that right out of him? Drugs?"
You stood in front of him and pulled his hand away, the one that was holding his head up. "Answer me!"
Tears rolled down his cheeks though his expression remained the same. You didn't say anything and neither did he, he just kept his gaze forward as more tears fell from his eyes.
You huffed, hands falling to your sides in fists as you stormed off. You were about halfway up the stairs when Dave called out to you. "You love him?" He asked, not even bothering to look at you.
You turned back to him, taking a few steps down to him. "What?"
"I said," his voice was shaking as he spoke, "do you love him?"
You crossed your arms over your chest, eyes flickering around. "I don't know." You answered after a moment, honestly having no idea how you felt about it when you really thought about it.
Silence fell over you again before Dave broke it once more. "Does he treat you right?"
You chewed your cheek. "Better than you do."
"Better than I did?" You paused at that, sighing as you sat down on the steps.
"Better than you do." You repeated.
Dave looked up at you. "I never stopped loving you." He said, wiping his eyes.
"You stopped showing it." You mumbled, with the silence around you he could hear you.
"I was... terrified... for you, me... us." He said. "No one ever loved me like you."
You took in his words, the two of you maintaining eye contact as you thought about it. "Why'd you stop showing it?" You asked.
"I was scared." He said, you shook your head.
"That's not good enough, what did you want to happen?" Now it was Dave's turn to think.
He let out a heavy sigh. "This, I guess."
"You wanted a reason to get out." He paused before nodding. "I gave you one." He gave another nod "So... do you want me out?"
"No." He answered fast. Faster than you expected. Faster than he should've. "Stay, please."
You stood and walked back to him. You stopped in front of him. "What do we do now?" Dave thought for a moment before patting the spot beside him.
"We can fix this." He muttered, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you to his side.
"Should we..?" You didn't want to ask it but you knew you had to. Dave looked down at you, his eyes glassy and a small pout pulling at his lips.
"Please." His voice was no louder than a whisper. Suddenly he wasn't the man you'd known.
He wasn't the sweet guy that bought you flowers for your birthday or other special events or just when he thought of it, he wasn't the man you couldn't recognize as the one you loved who only spoke to you when he needed to. He was a kid who's mother couldn't love him over her religion, he was the kid who's brother-in-law beat him when he was listening to music.
He was innocent and pure and needed love.
Your wrapped your arms around him and pulled his head to your chest so he could cry. You wanted to tell him everything would be fine but you weren't sure it would be, so you just let him cry. And when he started apologizing for things he did and things he didn't you didn't interrupt him, you just forgave him. When he cried over his mom and his dad you let him.
When he cried all his tears and fell asleep against you, you let him. You pulled a blanket over the both of you and held him close, whispering nothing but love in his ears so he slept good even if just for one more night.
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GOODNIGHT N GO
in which miles unexpectedly sleeps over
fem!reader x e-42! miles morales
fluff / kinda angst??
warnings!: none
a/n: hiii ! i promised a post. and even tho it's a week or two late, it's here!! i loved this one btw. heavily inspired by ari's song. it's one of my faves. this took me forever cuz i had so many ideas and versions of it and i couldnt decide which route i wanted to go with it. idk hope y'all like it ig. oh and miles is ooc cuz like... idk how he is.
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âim sorry for coming over last minute.â it was almost midnight when miles had called you asking for a place to stay the night. you were the only person he knew who lived around this unfamiliar area.Â
âno, itâs alright. donât worry.â you looked down at the floor, avoiding milesâ gaze. admittedly, you were nervous. it was your first time seeing miles after your breakup. which didnât go all too well, but itâs in the past now.Â
âif youâre not comfortable with me staying here, i get it. iâll find some other place.â miles had noticed your uneasy manner.Â
âno! itâs fine! itâs late and i donât want you out there by yourselfâ you finally looked up at him, âwhat are you doing here anyways?âÂ
âoh uhm, thereâs this like robotics competition around here, good prize money yâknow?â miles hesitated.Â
you knew miles better than anyone, you know when heâs lying. heâs making it so painfully obvious that heâs lying. he was probably here for prowler business. but, it wasnât your place to worry anymore.
âoh, sounds fun.âÂ
âyour mom won't mind?â
âwhat?â
âyour mom wont mind that i'm staying the night?â
âoh uhm, probably not. sheâs at her boyfriends house soâŠâ you shrugged
âoh.âÂ
 miles stood stiffly in front of you waiting for anything to happen. and you stood, well, also stiffly looking around your living room. god, this was so fucking awkward.
âum well, you can set your bag in my room and iâll get you some old clothes of yours that i⊠still have.â you admitted, very very embarrassingly. miles slightly smiled, amused by your behavior.Â
you led the way to your room, and miles trailed behind you. as he was walking, he looked around the apartment he once knew so well. he took notice of anything new, whether it was recent photos in frames or decorations your mother put up to match the season.Â
once in your room, miles gently set his bag next to your bed. he observed you as you got clothes from your drawer. you were dressed in some graphic tee and christmas pajama pants. which miles so happened to have an exact pair of (maybe because you insisted on matching for the holidays and well, who was miles to deny you?)
âhere you go.â
âthanks.â miles took the clothes from your hands and walked to the bathroom.
you let out a breath that you didnât even know you were holding in. why were you so nervous? a couple months ago you guys could act freely around each other and now you guys can barely even make eye contact. there was no denying that you missed miles. you missed the calls that would last for hours. you missed laying together in bed. you missed his laugh. you missed everything and anything about miles.Â
you werenât expecting his call at all. he was the one who decided on no contact after all. and if you were being honest you were mad that he had the balls to ask to spend the night after not talking to you for months. but you didnât have it in you to say no to miles.Â
when miles came back, you were lying on a makeshift bed on the floor scrolling through your phone. it couldnât have been comfortable.Â
âyouâre not sleeping on that.â miles immediately advised you. you looked up from your phone with a grin.Â
âoh i know. youâre sleeping that.â you got up from the floor and climbed on top of your bed. miles watched your antics with a hand on his hips. you looked at him and he rolled his eyes.Â
âwell at least i was tryna be a gentleman.â he huffed as he laid down on the floor. you rolled over to the edge of your bed to look at miles who was getting comfy on the floor (which was surprisingly comfortable.)
you wanted him to say something. anything. ask how youâve been, what youâve been up to. you wanted to talk to him, tell him the latest drama from your school. anything that would break this god-awful silence. but, nothing ever came. it was late, and if he wasnât gonna try anything, neither were you.Â
you looked at milesâ face, admiring your favorite features of his. he quickly took notice and looked back at you. miles smiled nervously, hoping you wouldnât notice how his cheeks turned red because of your gaze. fortunately for him, you were as giddy as him, if not more. your cheeks also blushed up and you just couldnât handle it.
âstop looking at me like that!â you cried before hiding your face in your covers.
âwhat! ÂżquĂ© hice?â miles chuckled, throwing his hands in the air in defense.Â
âyou know what you did!â you insisted with your face still buried in your covers.
â âm sorry i canât help it.â he whispered. you shifted to your lay on your side, facing miles.
âmiles you canât say that.â you whispered back.Â
âwhy not?â
âmilesâŠâÂ
âi know, iâm sorry.â miles mumbled.Â
and once again, silence filled the room. you could hear milesâ soft breaths and you were sure he could hear yours.
âk pues, goodnight.âÂ
âgoodnight, y/n/n.âÂ
15 or so minutes had passed and you still couldnât sleep. you were tossing and turning on your bed. why couldnât you sleep? is it because itâs so cold even though itâs august? or was it the fact that your ex was sleeping on your bedroom floor? probably the first one. you shivered, trying to find some warmth within your blankets. why was it so fucking cold? you sigh, there was only one way you were gonna be able to sleep tonight.Â
âmiles?âÂ
âhm?â
âyou awake?â
âyeah, canât sleep. why?â miles waited for a response but all he heard was shuffling. then, he saw you standing over him with your pillow and an extra blanket.
âcan i sleep with you?â miles nearly jumped at the offer. how could he ever reject you?Â
âyeah of course.â miles made space for you on the ground and you quickly set your pillow down next to his. you got under the same covers as him with the extra you brought being quickly discarded.Â
it wasnât until you were fully settled in that you realized your position. your face was merely inches away from milesâ. though it didnât bother you like you thought it would and miles didnât seem bothered either. in habit, you rested one of your legs over milesâ. instinctively miles wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you in closer to him. you brought your hand up to caress milesâ cheek. you closed your eyes as miles rubbed circles on your waist with his thumb.
you missed this. so did miles. but as long as he was the prowler, he couldnât be with you. despite how much he wanted to.Â
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