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You put a ring on a wild thing - 12/? WIP Hangster

Affectionately titled "Drunk Vegas" fic until I gave it the title above.

Explicit Hangster. Drinking, dubious decisions and complete disregard for actual facts.

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN

PART TWELVE

                Jake thinks he gets what his mom was talking about, because he is so incredibly happy he finds himself just grinning throughout the days over absolutely nothing special. He just lets himself melt into this relaxed state of his marriage which he’s stumbled into. It goes against everything else in his life, so carefully thought about and planned for. But Bradley is the best thing and he’s so glad he gave into the spontaneity of marrying a complete stranger when in Vegas. He doesn’t care if it makes him a cliché, it’s working.

                Their leave is slipping by too fast and Tyler returns to his work. Jake teases him that it’s not actually work, but he and Bradley still go and visit him for a few days just for something to do. It’s nice having someone who simply wants to be with him, but also content to go for early morning runs by himself, preferring the outdoors rather than the treadmill Jake uses. Of course he’s had to ban Bradley from watching him workout, because the few times he has, it’s ended in a different kind of workout. Not that he’s complaining; now Bradley usually leaves him alone for an hour and then arrives while he’s stretching and cooling down, insists on helping rub out any sore muscles Jake might have, and it ends up with them in the shower more often than not.

…            …            …

                “Happy Anniversary…”

                “It’s… it’s not our anniversary,” Jake says, although the surety in which Bradley had said the words had made him doubt it for a moment, but he knows it’s not.

                “No. I know. But we might not be together for it, so I’m taking the time to celebrate it now.”

                “Wow. I’m married to a romantic.”

                “Yep. You sure are. I’m taking you out to dinner. Your mom gave me some recommendations and then I ran them past Tyler so we’d actually go somewhere we’d like, rather than where your mom thinks would be romantic…”

                Jake laughs, loves that Bradley has slotted in with his family easily and it’s nice, and he knows some of his relief is tied in with the fact that while he was fairly confident his parents wouldn’t care about him being gay, the fact that he accomplished a fait accompli and was able to provide a distraction in the shape of Bradley has helped. He also feels like he’s living on borrowed time, that something is going to come crashing down, but he doesn’t know what it’s going to be.

                “I love you…” Jake says, pressing in and kissing him, gratified that Bradley responds in kind like a desert plant thirsty for water.

                “We’re meant to be going out…”

                “We have reservations?”

                “Yes…”

                “Damn. It is fancy…”

                “Steak house… your favorite apparently.”

                “Fuck. Okay. Might have to put a hold on this then…”

                “You’re passing up sex for steak?”

                “Darlin’, I love you but we had sex this morning, and again this afternoon. I haven’t been to the Block since… well. Before my last deployment. It is a special type of place. One for celebrations…”

                “Well… we better get going so we don’t miss our reservation then.”

…            …            …

                It’s not technically a tradition, but it did become a habit he formed when he got his first deployment, and one he’s stuck to since. New orders sitting in his account and he hasn’t opened them yet. Knows Bradley is heading to Fallon, showing Jake his orders a couple of days ago. There’s already a seed of hope he refuses to acknowledge that they might one day be stationed together. It is on record that they’re married after all, and the whole co-location of married couples is something the Navy try and accommodate. But it’s not like they’ve been married for a long time, or even have a family that needs to be taken into account. So the seed is buried deep and lies unacknowledged.

                Over family dinner it comes up, Bradley stating something about heading to Fallon for his next deployment. Immediately all adult conversation ceases, although Brody continues babbling away and Jake’s glad for the distraction. All eyes are on him though and he shrugs helplessly.

                “Yeah,” he sighs. “I got my orders and a reporting date. Haven’t opened it yet.”

                All eyes fly to Bradley who looks at them all and Jake laughs silently, because his family are nosy and impatient and Bradley seems to have the patience of several people, and also unconcerned that Jake isn’t desperate to know. Lets him stay in denial for a little while longer.

                “What?”

                “You didn’t need him to open them as soon as he got them?”

                “No? He said he was going to wait until tonight. Do it with you all here. A few days doesn’t change anything…” Bradley says, and he looks at Jake, a little confused at his family’s reaction and Jake just shakes his head, catches his mom’s pleased expression and passes over his phone, open and unlocked so she can open it and tell him. He feels Bradley’s hand on his leg, a comforting weight and he puts his hand over his, squeezes it a little and then gets Bradley reaching over to press a kiss to his cheek for his troubles and he ducks his head, suddenly terrified.

                “Oh! You’ve going to Fallow as well. You’re being deployed together. That’s lucky isn’t it!”

                “Yeah… lucky,” Bradley says, but his eyes are narrowed and Jake wonders what he’s thinking.

                First opportunity he gets he asks, voice quiet and he hopes his family get that he needs a moment of privacy with his… boyfriend. The sudden welling up of wanting to tell them all that he and Bradley are in fact married is there and he wonders what his parents would think. Knows they’d be hurt that he lied, is lying, but also suspects that they’d be pretty happy with the whole Bradley aspect of everything.

                “What’s wrong?”

                “Nothing.”

                “Wow. Glad to know you can’t ever lie to me… you have no poker face.”

                Bradley sighs and Jake wraps his arms around his waist, tugs him in close until he’s wrapping his arms around Jake.

                “You don’t think it’s a little suspicious that we’re being deployed together?”

                “I’m not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. I was dreading having to say goodbye to you, and now… I don’t have to.”

                “I guess… I just don’t like the idea of getting special treatment because of…”

                “How do you feel about me getting special treatment?”

                He fully intends for Bradley to pick up the innuendo, and the slow smile he gets, the shift of Bradley’s body against his, means he’s received it loud and clear.

                “Mmm. Don’t mind you getting special treatment. I just want to be the one giving it to you…”

                “Well. If the powers that be are pulling strings which means I get to have special treatment from you while deployed then I am more than happy for whatever special treatment you’re getting. Last few weeks I’ve been spoiled. Now I get to continue being spoiled…”

                “You can be such a brat…”

                “When I want to be. Yeah.”

                “Good thing I like it…”

                “Good thing.”

…            …            …

                “Mom… what do you think about Bradley and I being married?” he asks, carefully phrasing it because his mom knows when he’s lying. He’s not sure if it’s simply a mom talent or if he has a blatant tell and she knows it, because Hannah and Tyler can both lie through their teeth. Then he thinks of Bradley even trying to hide something from him and his lack of poker face. They’re never going to be able to have a surprise party. He’s managed so far be either plain avoidance, or making sure his mom is distracted.

                “Oh honey, that would be lovely. I know him better now as well. And I do like him, I think he’s good for you. And you’re good for him…”

                “I think we’re all good for him,” Jake says, a little absent mindedly.

                “Well, that boy needs a family, and if you married him we’d welcome him with open arms…” Jake doesn’t choke at her words but it’s a near thing. “What? What did I say?”

                “Uh…”

                “Jakob Anthony, what are you not telling me?”

                “I… want to be married to Bradley for the rest of my life.”

                “Yes, you said that already. When he asked about restaurants I thought maybe he was planning on proposing…”

                Jake does choke a little then, coughs and looks at her with wide eyes.

                “That would be a little fast don’t you think?”

                “Well, sometimes, when you know you know.”

                “Yeah. I do know.”

…            …            …

                As much as he loves his family he loves his job, and watching Bradley put his uniform on is definitely another perk of said job. He’s never seen him in uniform in person and the uniform doesn’t do anything for him, but seeing him all formal looking just makes Jake want to mess him up. As he dresses himself he takes extra care, and when he catches Bradley looking at him he suspects he’s having similar thoughts.

                “Damn you look good…”

                “That’s because I am good. And you know exactly what I look like under this…”

                “I am a lucky man.”

                “And don’t you forget it.”

…            …            …

                “Oh…” Jake says, as he watches Bradley pull on his flight suit. They’ve been given joint-accommodation, and while Bradley had huffed about preferential treatment, Jake had pushed him down onto the sofa and sucked him off, which had been a win-win all round in distracting him and christening their new accommodations and Jake had finally been able to mess him up a little.

                “What?”

                “I’ve never seen you in a flight suit before. Definitely offers up a lot of easy access with all these zippers huh?”

                “Jake…”

                “Yeah honey?”

                “We’re going to work…”

                “Mmm. And the waiting is going to make it all the sweeter later. I think I’m going to enjoy this deployment a lot.”

                “God you’re a sweet talker…”

                “Only with people I like darlin’.”

                “And with people you love?”

                “Oh, they get the full Jake Seresin experience. Every part of me…”

                Bradley laughs at that, fingers curling around the chain of his dog tags and pulling him close, kissing him until he’s breathless and starting to get hard.

                “Mmm. Looking forward to seeing every part of you later. See just how sweet you are after a day flying…”

                “Oh god… I take it back. This deployment is going to be torture. You’re going to kill me…”

                “Oh no baby… we’ll work hard and play harder. Now come on, we’ll be late if we don’t hustle.”

[fashionteahouse]

PRETTY PLEASE MAKE SMTH FOR SAM ULEY HES SO UNDERRATED AND I read sour candy AAND LOVED IT but I’ve been silently waiting for more with sam i think he’s so underrated but yeah MORE SAM‼️‼️‼️‼️(if you feel like it ofc im not trying to be rude yk i js love your writing sm 😭)

YESS OKAY 🤭 btw im super glad you like sour candy ! hope you enjoy :)

midnight decisions - sam uley x reader

The hug was tight. You tried to breathe out a chuckle but it turned into a rasp.

“Okay, Kim. Let her breathe.” Her high school sweetheart, Jared laughed out.

“Sorry. I’m just so happy to see you.” Kim lets go of you and looks you in the eye with two hands planted on your arms.

“Yeah. You too. It’s been forever.” You tell her back with a smile. She flings an arm around your shoulders.

The year after high school, you two fell out of touch. So much to catch up on, so much to talk about, now that you were back.

Being back in La Push, it was easy to fall into the rhythm of being a spaces that you knew. You felt comfortable being in the reservation that you once spent your time dreaming of leaving from.

“So, make any babies since I’ve been gone?” You raise an eyebrow at Jared. Kim shyly laughed as Jared smirked.

“Don’t give us any ideas, Y/N.”

You crashed at Kim’s. She wanted to show off her new place.

The next morning, the sounds of the lawn movers were ringing from outside.

Kim was still asleep, you were hungry.

You chewed on cereal as you looked outside. The man mowing his lawn had beads of sweat that shined from the sun’s beam.

His muscles flexed in the rays of the sun. The way he moved and carried himself, showed he was a man of getting things done.

It was like you were in a trance. You wanted to watch this. And only this.

A yawn broke you out of it.

“Hey.” You turn as you watch Kim enter the kitchen.

“Don’t eat all of the cereal.” She mumbled tiredly as she picked up the cereal box for herself.

You and Kim walked out of the car from a day out. You shut your door, peering out at the house next to Kim’s.

In the front lawn, the man from before, was checking the mail. No shirt, just a pair of shorts. He had his head turned as he stared at you. You couldn’t help but to stare back.

You fought to not stumble your steps. His eye contact was intense, but thrilling.

“Who’s that?” You ask curiously once you both took your shoes off in the home.

“Just my neighbor.” Kim dismissively says.

“Oh. Did he just move in?”

“No. He was here when I moved in. I don’t even know the guy. He doesn’t bother anyone though.”

You wondered what his name was.

The corner market dinged out as you opened the store door.

Nothing could prepare you for the sight.

You slowly walk as you saw the tall figure at a freezer, deciding which drink to get. You slowly walk along the chips as you stared at him like you’ve never seen a human being before.

“It’s rude to stare.” He says.

You blink rapidly. You look around to see who he’s talking to. He never looked at you.

“Yeah. I’m taking to you.” He clarified.

You look at him again, this time, he’s walking towards you. You move to the side as he stops at the counter.

The breeze of him walking past, smelled really great. It was better than any fragrance you’ve ever smelled.

“Sorry.” You mutter.

“You’re in the house next to me, right?”

“T-that’s my friend’s…,” you clear your throat, “House.”

“Oh.” He says and collects his change before he leaves out.

You saw family. They were hoping you would stay in La Push. You were trying to pace it. It was hard to be content after seeing what else was out there. But, something was telling you that La Push would treat you well.

Your knocks were unanswered as you called Kim but no answer. You shrug and turn to the direction of your rental car, you would rather wait in it than to be standing outside.

“You want to wait inside?”

You turn to see him.

Tall and broad shouldered with watchful eyes. Older and wiser.

“Uh..” you hesitantly say.

“Might be better than standing out here.”

Your fingers tightened around your keys. Every nerve lit up inside of you at the idea. You found yourself nodding before you could second guess the decision.

His home was quiet and clean. Wood floors, no clutter, no chaos. Just chosen peace.

“Have a seat.” He encouraged as he walked through the open space.

You slowly sit down on the soft couch.

He came back out with some water.

“Don’t really have much else in the fridge right now.”

“It’s okay.” You nervously smiled as you take the water.

Your eyes scanned the room. No pictures of children, no pictures of a girlfriend. You scanned his hand that sorted through mail, just feet away from you. No ring.

“How long have you been friends with the girl next door?”

“Years.” You answer.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Silence fell but it oddly wasn’t uncomfortable.

“You never told me your name.”

“You never told me yours either.”

He smiled, nice teeth, “Fair.”

“Y/N.”

“Sam.”

“Is your full name Samuel?”

“It’s definitely not Samantha.”

You chuckled. His dark smile only grew.

Kim called back. You wave to him as she told you she was on her way. When you hung up, he told you not to be a stranger.

You had no plans on doing so.

Kim helped you look for a place. Whenever you came over, his glances from his yard weren’t shy, like as if he was daring you to say something to him. You almost did, but you don’t know why you didn’t.

At night, Kim fell asleep. That’s the one thing you hated about Kim. She was not a night owl at all, but you were.

Glancing at the time on your phone, it was midnight.

You try to drink water in the dark kitchen, but looking out of the window, you seen that Sam’s light was on. Probably his living room light.

You made some midnight decisions, choosing to walk over to his home.

You knock.

He opened the door, peering down at you.

“I can’t sleep. Kim’s sleeping body is not much company.”

“Is this your way of saying you missed me?”

You look down with a nervous chuckle.

“I’m just messing with you. Come on in.” He says with lightness in his voice. You walk in and a movie was playing on his large television.

You join him on the couch.

“What are you doing up?” You tease.

“What am I doing up?”

You nod with a sly expression.

“I sleep during the day time.”

“Really? During the day time I’ve seen you watching me.” You speak as you take a peak at the television.

“Does it bother you?”

“No.” You answer in a small voice.

“Do you like it?”

You heard the edginess of his voice. The dominance. You snapped your eyes back to him. His darkened eyes weren’t shy at all. You eventually grew nervous.

“I…I..” you couldn’t even speak out answer. You wanted to say yes, but you didn’t know if it was any good for you.

“Why are you nervous?” He asked with a smile.

“I’m not nervous.” You breathlessly say with a nervous laugh.

“You are so.” He leaned closer. You shake your head, “What are you, some kind of detective?”

He chuckled softly, “It’s just easy to tell.”

“What else can you tell?” You challenged.

“That…You enjoy this..But, you’re worried about your friend.”

“Kim? I’m not worried her.” You chuckled as you quickly glanced at the door.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah.” you say as you look at your lap.

“I see you watching me too.”

Your heart started to stutter.

He used his fingers to turn your face closer to his. His lips met yours. You’ve never felt such softness, his passion was intense but you wanted it to suffocate you. It was mature. Different but it was a good different. He took over your lips as if he owned you. You felt a slip of his tongue snake into your mouth. The tentativeness of your tongue touched his. A deep groan elicited from him and it shot to both your womanhood and the pit of your stomach.

You let out a small sigh as he pulled back.

“I should head back.” You say after a long silence of you two staring at each other. His eyes swam with deep satisfaction.

He only nodded.

You slipped back into bed carefully to not wake Kim up. You knew she would ask questions.

You absently touched your lips as you stared up at the dark ceiling. He was a really good kisser.

Going over there, was just simply a midnight decision. Kissing him, was just simply a midnight decision. But, that’s all your brain could focus on. And you liked it. You couldn’t even find it deep within yourself to regret any moment of it before you turned over in bed.

[oceantornadoo]

you’ve got a certain captain wrapped around your finger and he’s more than glad to be there.

it’s a celebration of your one year on the team, drinks galore at your favorite local dive in london. johnny insisted on a half-circle booth and as the person of honor, you’re smack dab between him and your captain. your captain who’s been paying your tab all night long, waving off your hands as you try to reach for your wallet.

“lieutenant, give us a dance.” gaz says with a smirk on his face. ghost, on the other side of johnny, is one too many drinks in to move, which means it’s john’s turn to scooch. except he’s leaning his head on the worn wooden backing of the booth, lost in thought. he’s seen you naked in safe houses and shared showers, so why does it feel so obscene to lift yourself over his lap? there’s barely space between his massive thighs and the table, necessitating callused paws to guide your hips over his own. it’s the scrape of denim on denim, your ass firmly over his crotch for a whole second, before he pats your hip to push you all the way. “thanks, cap.” you turn with a glimmer in your eye and he dips his hat like a gentleman of old, making you giggle in your drunken stupor.

you used to hide reactions like these, suffocated by the rigid emotional walls of the military. but now, the team’s given you a safe space to be yourself: a titan on the field and a human with emotions off it.

gaz bows to ask for your hand and you accept with a curtsy. the two of you are the best dancers on the team (not a hard competition to win) and entertain johnny with twists and turns on a dance floor of your own making. he calls out instructions in that grumbly accent of his, causing you to cry with laughter in gaz’s arms. two things happen at once: you go down on the dance floor and simon lurches off the booth. johnny catches him with quick reflexes but you’re not as lucky, landing in a pile of gaz’s limbs and your own.

someone strong lifts you up with hands tucked under your armpits, inducing a ticklish squirm you subdue with years of experience. gaz is up without help, pushing simon back from the other side so he’s straight up again. “righ’ l.t., time to get ye home.” johnny’s strong but the weight and uncoordination of a drunk simon requires gaz’s help as well. “happy anniversary, angel!” he yells out as the three stumble out of the bar and (hopefully) back towards base.

“think he’ll be ok?” despite your alcohol levels, you whip around back towards john, throwing him off guard with raised eyebrows and hands out to steady your shoulders. “man’s a human tank. i’m more worried f’r gaz an’ soap. you ok?” you nod convincingly.

sure, in your year on the team, it’s been necessary to touch your captain. hands brushing over your shoulders as he reaches for his favorite coffee cup in the highest cupboard. fingers crossing as you pour over reports into the wee hours of morning. a fist bump here and there. he slaps his men in the chest but with you he squeezes your shoulder, a movement with longer contact and more thought required. tendons and sinew coming together to acknowledge your own with practiced hand eye coordination. you don’t read into it - he’s just avoiding touching you in an uncomfortable area. you’re familiar enough to initiate it first, a friendly squeeze to his bicep after a rousing pre-battle speech. but touching him has never been like this.

you ask him to become your new dance partner and he does, hands cradling your waist with splayed fingers. your own on the breadth of his shoulders, hard and never ending. instead of the joyful twists you did with gaz, john rocks you slow and steady to the crooning beat of an 80s love song.

“didn’t know you could dance, cap.” he shrugs and it echoes through your grip on him, magnified by a hundred. “every man should be able to waltz.” there was a word he wanted to say after his last and you can’t figure it out, the staccato ending bitter in your ears. instead of pressing, you’re content to sway back and forth. it calms your spinning brain. “got any loved ones yer celebratin’ yer anniversary with?” it’s an oddly personal question, but you doesn’t acknowledge its strangeness. you sway a bit with him before answering, stepping a half foot closer.

“my family and i are celebrating on my next leave. i would celebrate with my close friends, but it’s hard to explain my position without telling them classified information.” he nodded knowingly. the music changes to a faster song but he keeps your peaceful tempo, his chest brushing your own through your well worn civvies. “no’one else?” you shake your head before realizing the implications of what he’s asking. there hasn’t been anyone else for a long time, even before you joined the team. work was busy. once you joined, it felt somehow wrong to seek companionship outside of the four men who’d been gifted to you. one more than others.

“no one else, cap.” his fingers are tracing the small of your back. you can’t tell if he knows or not. before he can say anything, you turn the questions on him. “you got someone you’re going home to?” his eyes meet yours, dark blue and smoldering. “got everythin’ i need righ’ here.” you jump a little at his words. they sober you up instantly as you realize you’re slow dancing with your superior, prolonged eye contact past what’s socially acceptable. he doesn’t let you go too far, tightening his grip on your waist. “had ‘nough?” you nod and clutch your stomach for the full effect. “take me home?” he grabs his coat and dumps it on your shoulders, the intoxicating mix of pine, soap and musk seeping into your pores. john leads you back to base with a hand on your back the whole time.

-

“c’mon, got t’ make sure you’re tucked in alrigh’.” he’s in your barracks room, private thanks to the privilege of your position. you don’t sit down on the bed but he does, seemingly exhausted by the night’s activities. “i knew you were old, but wow.” you nudge his foot to make him look up. when he does its like he’s aged five years, with a scruffier beard and deep wrinkles. “john?” you’re drunk. that’s why you say his name, why you reach out to smooth a crease on his forehead. all the while he’s quiet, content to let you play with his face.

“i’m sorry about last month.” it rolls off your tongue unbidden.

(last month. half a bottle of whiskey in his office. your ass on his desk, his hands on your waist. his beard meets your chin but before he can kiss you, you turn, letting his lips meet your cheek. “i’m sorry.” it comes out as a gasp. he doesn’t say anything, scraping his beard against your cheek. “don’t worry about it.”)

“why’d ya say that?” he murmurs. you shrug. “you seem agitated in my presence. thought it might help.” he gives you an old man groan, peeking an eye out from his hat as you giggle. “y’r killin’ me sweetheart, so i’m askin’ this once. you into this or not? i’ll go home right now.” he’s closer than you thought, almost face-to-stomach.

you pull him closer by his beard until he’s resting against your torso. the angle has to be unflattering with how you’re looking down at him, but he’s not running away screaming. “are you into me even though i turned away?” he bites out a ‘yes’ automatically. you owe him an explanation.

“i got scared. i don’t want to jeopardize my place on this team.” in a move credited to a boot camp instructor somewhere, he flips you so you’re under him on top of the covers, arms pinned by his own. “y’r permanent on this team. no matter what.” you blink at him unbelieving. “laswell picks who comes and leaves. my words are jus’ a suggestion. i’ve barely any influence.” you hardly believe that but when he’s on top of you with these sapphire eyes, it’s hard to deny him.

you kiss your captain slowly like you’ve been wanting to do for months. he captures your bottom lip with his teeth, sucking like he owns your mouth. the pace ebbs and flows, from sweet to possessive in a matter of seconds. “john, oh fuck, john.” you pant out in between kisses. he moves to your neck, sucking the soft skin there. “you gotta promise me.” you nudge him until he gives you his hand. you twist him into a pinky promise, something he didn’t know existed. “i promise, baby. now let me give you your anniversary present.”

-

idk what this is. i’m tired and hungover. pls enjoy.

[clairewritesfanfics]

Old Friends

Your Character Settings: AFAB, Jason Todd's childhood friend, civilian, famous author

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

“When the cops told me they’d be sending over a bodyguard, I didn’t expect them to send in a superhero,” you said, setting down the frog-shaped pitcher on the coffee table. 

You then took a seat directly facing Red Hood. Tall. Bulky. Vigilante. Alleged colleague of the Bats if you were going by the giant red bat logo across his chest. He looked almost comical on your thrifted loveseat, but he kept his knees together and folded his hands politely over them, as though that would help make him look smaller. 

“I was told you were getting death threats,” he said. 

“Authors get that kind of mail all the time.”

“But it got worse, right?”

You shrugged. “I can deal with that type of thing, I called the cops for a different matter.” You gestured at the envelope on the table.

Red Hood examined the contents. They were photos of a shattered library window, specifically, the Jason Todd Collection, which was a library that doubled as a shelter full of secondhand sofas and couches and two bathrooms. It’s been around for three months and completely owned and funded by you. 

“I’ve heard about this place,” he said. “It’s amazing.”

“Thanks, I’m glad you think so because I want help finding the son of a bitch that broke in and beat up the people sleeping inside.”

“I’m pretty sure the cops already dealt with that.”

“They said they were going to deal with it, but a few officers took some pictures and didn’t even bother interviewing the victims.”

“I understand your concern for the victims and I don’t mean to be rude, but I came here to ensure that you were safe. It’s not exactly a secret that you own the Ja…” he paused briefly before continuing, “that you own the shelter. An attack on the place could’ve been a way of getting your attention. The shelter was attacked after your latest book release, correct?”

Your growing temper simmered and you reclined on your armchair. He was right. “Okay, I see where you’re coming from.”

“Ma’am–”

“Don’t call me that, makes me feel old. Just call me by my first name.”

He hesitated before saying your name and, “your new book’s controversial.”

“Yeah. Not everyone’s happy that I brought back a character from the dead. He was a fan favorite so half of my readers were happy to see him again, but the rest think that resurrection cheapens the plot.”

“I think you foreshadowed Hector’s return pretty consistently.”

“You read my books?”

He tilted his red helmet and you could feel him smiling under that thing. “I like love stories.”

“That–Jason!”

His whole body stiffened, but then a giant, furry thing emerged from behind his loveseat and started sniffing his shoes and thighs. 

You sighed. “That’s Jason. He usually hides in my room when I have people over. C’mere, boy.”

Instead of running to your lap like he always did, your seventy-kilogram, stranger-fearing rescue folded its legs and laid its heavy head on Red Hood’s boot. 

“Huh. That’s never happened before.” You eyed the hero suspiciously. “Can you talk to animals or something?”

He chuckled. “No superpowers, I’m afraid, guess he just likes me.” He bent down and gently rubbed the dog’s head. 

Your throat rumbled lowly with mild jealousy. It took you a whole year before Jason would let you approach him without peeing.

Red Hood then asked, “So…Jason?”

“What?”

“Was that always his name?”

“No. According to the shelter that found him he never answered to a single name. When I got him, I refused to just call him dog or it, so I reinforced the name Jason.”

“...you named him after Jason Todd?”

“Yes, I did.” You crossed your arms. “Now, can we please discuss the reason why you’re here?”

“I didn’t mean to get on your nerves, I was just–”

“–curious, I know.”

“You must’ve really cared for this Todd.”

You thought of Jason, beaming as he handed you a cheeseburger, laughing at a joke you told him, and you smiled. “He was my best friend.”

Red Hood said nothing.

“He died a few years ago. He was the smartest person I knew and he… he didn’t even get to finish high school.” You exhaled and looked at your bookshelf. “I want the world to remember his name, even if it’s just from the dedication pages in my books and a small library.”

***

Red Hood made himself comfortable on the rooftop overlooking your apartment. You may not have cared about several death threats but he did, and he wasn’t about to leave you alone unguarded.

“So this is where you’ve been,” a sing-song voice interrupted his thoughts.

Jason clicked his tongue.

Nightwing wrapped his arm around his brother’s shoulder. “Heard everything from Babs. I can’t believe you approached her as Red Hood before you showed up as Jason.”

“Go away, dickhead.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Tsk.”

“She’s really cute, are her books any good though? Never found the time to read, well, anything. But Babs said–”

Dick’s words merged with the city’s usual background noise as Jason continued to watch you behind your balcony door.

He watched as you knelt down to help Jason the Dog slip into a red hoodie before pressing a tender kiss between its eyes.

He then opened his phone and scanned your weekly schedule. You were too reckless. You left a lot of your things out in the open. What if a freak found your planner?

He made a mental note to install some cameras when you leave to get groceries tomorrow.

Disclaimer: The image of Red Hood used in this post does not belong to writerclaire. It's by Dexter Soy and was lifted from: https://www.reddit.com/r/DCcomics/comments/h0iavp/cover_from_red_hood_and_the_outlaws_20_by_dexter/

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[dokries]

things seventeen take pride in doing for their partners

pairing: seventeen x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

word count: 2.2k

warnings: mentions of food, some kissing

author note: hello! i’m alive!! thank you anon for requesting this, and i’m so sorry it took…literally 5 months to write this 😭 i hope you enjoy it though! thank you to my awesome friends who helped me write this <3 (honestly i have no idea where so much for chan came from but extra chan love!!)

masterlist

seungcheol (s.coups) - buying you groceries

⟢ seungcheol is a provider, and he’d love to be the one getting you things, especially if it was something as important as groceries.

⟢ he’d totally just text you for a list, and expect you to just tell him exactly what you wanted—plus later, you’d get a bunch of pictures asking which brand or version you wanted of something to make sure he doesn’t get the wrong thing.

⟢ he’d want to pay for most, if not all of it—but he wants you to be comfortable with what he does, so you could both figure out who’s paying for it (though he’d definitely make sure to pay for the small things at least).

⟢ he has his card (and wads of cash) and he’s not afraid to spend it on you—in fact, he prefers it that way.

⟢ it’s even better when you’re with him, since you can spend time together and do something essential (and perhaps it gives him a glimpse of what’ll come down the line, once you’re both older).

jeonghan - getting you the hot gossip from work

⟢ jeonghan is…honestly, he’d make sure he picks up all the gossip for himself—and for you both to discuss later.

⟢ he wouldn’t be nosy per say…he’d just keep his ears open when there were people around talking, okay? it’s not his fault they’re so loud.

⟢ and of course, he’d retell it to you in such a way that you couldn’t help but be completely immersed in the drama because his manager is dating who?

⟢ there’s multiple lines of gossip that you both follow based on who you’re talking about, and each week there’s at least one debrief session where the two of you sit down on the couch and you just absorb the information he gives you.

⟢ he’s glad to see the different expressions you make, and it makes him happy to see you so interested in something he’s telling you about, even if it’s something horrendous about his co-worker—and then when you snuggle up next to him, ready to fall asleep he gives you a small smile and pats your head in contentment.

jisoo (joshua) - buying you flowers or little trinkets

⟢ i think that while joshua’s love language is more like quality time, he seems like the type of person to also buy you flowers every few weeks—or whenever the flowers he previously got you wilt.

⟢ he’d totally get a bouquet for you and a flower for himself to make sure he knew exactly when to get you some new ones.

⟢ obviously, it’ll be your favourite flowers! or just ones that remind him of you, depending on the week.

⟢ if you’re allergic to flowers, he’d get you chocolate or something else you really like—it doesn’t have to be exclusively flowers :>

⟢ he’d see little deer characters and think it would remind you of him, so he would drop them over at your place so you’d always have a way to remember him! (you’d definitely have a little deer and cinnamoroll collection at home somewhere).

junhui (jun) - cooking for you

⟢ even though jun is busy, he knows you are too, so he makes sure to make dinner for you when you get home.

⟢ he immediately rushes you out of the kitchen when you try to help and shushes your protests.

⟢ he’d beg you to just let him cook for you—unless you really wanted to cook yourself. at that point, he would make sure to be the trustiest assistant chef you’ve ever had, just to make it a little easier.

⟢ he just enjoys seeing you have something he made for you and the smile you give him afterwards always makes it worth it.

⟢ if he’s not there for dinner, he makes sure to leave a packaged meal for you in the fridge, complete with a sweet sticky note telling you to eat well and text him a cat meme when you see it.

⟢ he’d make sure to note down your favourite foods, and try to remake some of the things you’ve liked when you both go out on dates to make you happy—because it makes him happy too.

soonyoung (hoshi) - bringing you snacks when you’re busy

⟢ if soonyoung noticed you hadn’t gotten up to get food or drink water in a while, he would come in himself, giving you a plate of fruit or whichever snack you liked the most with a water bottle to keep by your side as you worked.

⟢ he’d do this even in the late hours, when you were studying for an exam or an important report for work, and give you something sweet as a treat—and a reminder that no matter what happens, he cares.

⟢ if you didn’t mind, he’d just sit with you in the same room and do something else to pass the time so you wouldn’t feel alone.

⟢ if he couldn’t be with you but knew you were working or studying long hours, he’d get food delivered to you—or deliver it to you himself again, showing up on your doorstep later at night, hoping a hug and a good meal will energize you.

wonwoo - fixing all your tech issues

⟢ honestly, this is something he’d be really good at.

⟢ like yes, he’s good at so many other things but as soon as you run into any problem whatsoever, he’d know how to help—even if he did have to watch a youtube tutorial or read a guide for your tv.

⟢ he’d fix his glasses right after he managed to fix that weird glitch where your google results were all in a different language or your phone would keep shutting down on you.

⟢ would definitely guide you through fixing anything if he couldn’t be there, and wake up sleepily to facetime so he could see the problem—his glasses askew and his bed hair on full display.

⟢ wonwoo would be proud to call himself your tech guy, especially if it made you smile—and besides, he’s happy he can help you with any challenges, even if it’s something simple.

jihoon (woozi) - planning surprise dates

⟢ jihoon, honestly, spends a lot of time on his own in the studio, and while you visit, he really knows he needs to get out of his second home sometimes—and a date with you is a good way to do that.

⟢ he’d do it shyly, calling you up to first ask if you were busy, and then ask if you could come meet him at the studio (he…can’t drive, otherwise he would pick you up.)

⟢ it’d be nothing much in his eyes: a stroll at a park nearby, learning something new, going out for dinner—simple things that were better when he did them with you. 

⟢ sometimes he’d just show up at your home with flowers, his face red, since he’d been encouraged by soonyoung to do so and be “more romantic for once!” (or at least, that’s how soonyoung saw it. he didn’t really know about the archive of songs that jihoon had written inspired by you, and you had only seen a few of them anyway.)

⟢ he’d always make sure to look into places where you would be interested so you could go together, and he could watch you be entertained by something you wanted to do—even if it wasn’t something he would do himself. 

seokmin (dokyeom) - notes of encouragement

⟢ seokmin’s the type of person to send long, long texts about how much he loves you and how proud he is of you every so often, especially if you’re busy and he can’t see you as much as he wants to!

⟢ he’d leave little notes around the kitchen after weekly movie night, so that when you wake up the next morning, he can see your reaction when you see his shameless puns on the colourful paper—which are all definitely related to whatever you watched. or you know, dad jokes. one of the two.

⟢ if he ever brought you lunch while you were out, he’d leave a little note telling you to eat well and message him so he knows you’re doing okay!

⟢ he wants to make sure you know you’re loved and when you write your own notes for him, he just about melts, giving you a gentle peck on the forehead and a long hug until you both end up giggling.

mingyu - fixing things around the house

⟢ yes, he may be clumsy but mingyu is always volunteering to build you new furniture or fix things you (or he) has broken.

⟢ every so often, he’ll just scan through the entire house under the pretense of cleaning for you when you’re busy, and creates a mental list of what to do. it’s like he’s trying to sneak around but it doesn’t really work because it’s so obvious where his gaze is.

⟢ he also loves to help you rearrange furniture too! like your own little interior design helper except you only pay him in cuddles on the couch…wherever you two put it.

⟢ would totally text you pictures of furniture if he goes to ikea and asks if you want them so he can just buy them for you (and so you can have a little date at home building whatever it is).

minghao (the8) -  watering your plants / taking care of your pets

⟢ he would show up early at your door, ready to help out if he was available—and something he would always do is take care of your babies (plants and/or pets!)

⟢ he’d water your plants for you, leaving a note to remind you to not do the same later, and hum to them to help them grow faster and stay healthy.

⟢ he’d also make sure to help out with grooming or feeding a pet—whatever you needed so you could focus on yourself first.

⟢ if you don’t have either, well he’d take care of the sleepy you by making sure you get through your morning swiftly and happily.

⟢ he’d be proud of making sure you were alright in the mornings, despite how hard it could be some days.

seungkwan - making sure you’re active

⟢ seungkwan loves to do sports and go on hikes and the such, and i think that he would want you to be with him!

⟢ obviously, he wouldn’t force you to but hey, you do need to stay active, and it’s better if it’s with him than on your own—plus, it’s more fun by his side.

⟢ he would totally buy you matching jackets to go hiking in, and always pick activities that you’re comfortable with doing.

⟢ he lights up every time you would say you’re having fun and would run over and give you a quick kiss before continuing your badminton match.

⟢ once you’re both tired out, it’s time for cuddles on the couch…and maybe a quick cheesy rom-com where you can both make fun of the protagonists.

⟢ eventually, he can see the difference in your strength and stamina, and it reminds him to keep working hard too, because you do the same for him.

hansol (vernon) - remembering you

⟢ hansol is a bit of a forgetful guy but he would never forget you (well, for the most part at least; he still has his moments). 

⟢ you’re brought up casually in most conversations he has simply because you’re so important to him that you can be brought up anytime.

⟢ everything and anything ends up reminding him of you, even if it’s not meant to. he’d tell you about most of them because he loves getting a text back full of love, or a smile on your face as a reply.

⟢ even if you’re not present, he’s always hyping you up without realizing. 

⟢ with you, he’s always sending you cat memes and posts in general saying “us” or “u n me fr” 

⟢ he takes pride in simply knowing you, and having the ability to be around you so much :)

chan (dino) - driving you around

⟢ we’ve all seen the dingo video where chan drives a fan somewhere, right? yeah that’s him on the daily with you.

⟢ you’re his passenger princess !! (gender neutral <3) and he makes sure you know it, always offering you a ride no matter where you need to go!

⟢ the grocery store? your friend’s house? the optometrist? [insert any ridiculous place he doesn’t need to accompany you to]? he’s already waiting for you outside.

⟢ this goes even if you’re fully capable of driving yourself because he knows it can be tiring getting on the road some days, but he’ll always brave the bad traffic if it’s for you. 

⟢ knight in shining armour? no, he’s your knight in a really nice car, one that, in his mind, has your name all over the passenger seat. 

⟢ other than that though, he would offer to take you for a late night drive often, with your choice of music on the aux as he drives you over to a spot he researched about weeks ago because it was the perfect couple spot (at least, that’s what it is according to google).

⟢ he’d have a huge smile on his face every time you waved at him before opening the door and plopping in right next to his side, where he could sneak glances at you while waiting for the light to turn green.

thank you for reading ‎♡ - moon :>

[fastandcarlos]

The Littlest Surprise » Daniel Ricciardo

caption: hello im a new f1 content creator and would love some feedback if you enjoy my fics tysm 🩷

summary: you’ve not been seen at the paddock for a while and the fans are getting worried, little do they know the reason for your absence is about to make everyone’s dreams come true

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liked by schecoperez, georgerussell63 and 842,420 others

danielricciardo: always a pleasure to have the fam on my side, excited to show the little ones what uncle danny gets up to 🥺

49,302 comments

username1: is this yet another race y/n won’t be at this weekend??

username2: I cannot wait for the day that this man becomes a dad

username3: if y/n doesn’t hurry up and make him a dad…daniel i’m happy to offer my services 😊

maxverstappen1: how big is y/n/n now! she looks so grown up 🥺

danielricciardo: @/maxverstappen1 she’ll be 6 soon, where does the time go??

oscarpiastri: don’t forget your little adopted aussie nephew

landonorris: and your british nephew too!!

danielricciardo: @/oscarpiastri @/landonorris hey! i might be a bit older but not old enough to be your uncle thank you

username4: anyone else think something might be going on, daniel posting about his family without y/n there is strange

username5: @/username4 let’s not overthink this too much, y/n might just be busy

username4: @/username5 it’s been ages since we last saw her, you gotta admit it’s a bit sus

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danielricciardo: another great weekend of racing, nice feeling to be back on the podium…man how I missed hearing that champagne pop 🏎️

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charles_leclerc: congrats brother, nice to be up there with you once again

username6: y/n not distracting you anymore to stop you getting on the podium??

username7: @/username6 wtf? why would you suggest such a thing?

carlossainz55: always knew you’d be back up there one day, long may it continue!

yukitsunoda0511: you gotta give me some tips bro, those manoeuvres were lethal today 🔥

pierregasly: danny ric just doing danny ric things

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danielricciardo: hey team! just wanted to clear up some things after miami this weekend…me and y/n are absolutely fine, had some things going on that I promise we’ll explain soon ❤️❤️ for now tho, here’s an update on life recently ☁️✨

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ynusername: 🥺🥺🥺🥺

username8: I knew you guys would be okay, take as long as you need my two favourites!!

username9: a big screw you to those who doubted you…real fans love you guys

landonorris: I love you guys, here if you need anything brother ❤️

username10: hope whatever is going on clears up soon, we’re missing you guys around here🩷

lilymhe: tell y/n to gimme a call! ily guys ✨

visacashapprb: can’t wait to welcome y/n back into the paddock soon - see you for race week!

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liked by danielricciardo, iamrebeccad and 310,409 others

ynusername: it’s been a long few months, but we finally feel ready to share with you our happy news. pregnancy has been tough, I’d love to say it has treated me well, but it hasn’t. I cannot thank daniel enough for being by my side and helping me out whenever I’ve needed him…baby spam incoming ⛅️🍼

ps. each of us chose a picture to share, guess who chose what 🙄

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danielricciardo: words cannot begin to describe how proud I am of how brave you’ve been, the worst of it is over now my love, the countdown to baby ricciardo starts now

danielricciardo: ps my photo is way cooler than yours is

landonorris: omg I can’t believe you guys didn’t tell me, uncle Lando reporting for duty!

carlossainz55: the biggest congratulations you two, you’re going to be the best parents

carmenmmundt: so glad to hear y/n is doing better, may the rest of your pregnancy be a dream ✨

lilymhe: the strongest girl I know - so excited to see you become a mum 😍

username11: all my manifesting has paid off, baby ricciardo will be the luckiest

oscarpiastri: AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE!!

estebanocon: my spidey senses were spot on, I knew a baby was on the way!

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ynusername: life lately 💫 exhausted but loving all the little things (including daniel 😂)

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username12: y/n looks like she’s living the dream, mum life suits her well 🥺

danielricciardo: im definitely not a “little thing” how else did we end up like this?

landonorris: @/danielricciardo excuse me sir you are about to have a child, sort your humour out

maxverstappen1: glad to see you’re feeling more like yourself again y/n, brunch on me soon!

ynusername: @/maxverstappen1 yes - let’s not tell daniel #gatecrasher

danielricciardo: @/ynusername you know your comments are public…right?

username13: anyone else wishing they could brunch with y/n too??

lance_stroll: sending all the good book recs your way!

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liked by landonorris, oscarpiastri and 738,603 others

danielricciardo: babymooning 🍼 the smile says it all, so happy to have my girl back on her feet and feeling like herself again…making the last few memories just the two of us 🥺

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ynusername: thank you for the best couple of days and being my personal taxi driver

username14: look at his face - you can tell daniel is buzzing to be a dad

pierregasly: where was my invite?? I thought we were friends

carlossainz55: and mine!

georgerussell63: me too!

landonorris: looks like we were all forgotten!

visacashapprb: enjoy the break daniel! you and y/n absolutely deserve it 🏁🩷

username15: i speak for all your fans when i say keep the holiday photos coming pls

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danielricciardo: mum and dad 🔥🥺

tagged: ynusername

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landonorris: adopt me pls, im less problematic than a baby

danielricciardo: @/landonorris debatable

lewishamilton: so glad to see you both so happy, good luck with everything

charles_leclerc: wow!! y/n looks insane (suppose you look alright too daniel!)

ynusername: mum and dad?? i can definitely get used to hearing that 🤩

alex_albon: it’s not fair how adorable you two are, this kid is hella lucky!!

username16: pls keep the baby spam coming, you guys are the sweetest 🍼💫

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ynusername: the many faces of a man who has just remembered he’s just signed up for no sleep for the next 10 years 😂

tagged: danielricciardo

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danielricciardo: after all I’ve done for you, this is how you repay me? you just wait my love 🫢

ynusername: @/danielricciardo this was too good of an opportunity to miss

carlossainz55: make the most of that middle photo whilst you can danny

georgerussell63: you have NO idea how much I just laughed at this y/n 😂😂😂

schecoperez: speaking from experience, you could not be more correct y/n #dannynosleep

username17: embarrassing dad before even becoming a dad 😬

oscarpiastri: call me for anymore embarrassing daniel pics 😂

danielricciardo: @/oscarpiastri no one asked for you to show up here

username18: I just want you to be my mum and dad instead 😭

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ynusername: can you believe this man is really about to become a father?? 🤦🏻‍♀️

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charles_leclerc: sometimes i really do wonder what you see in him y/n

landonorris: the biggest clown known to man, still the world’s biggest kid 😂😂

danielricciardo: is that really how you want to talk about the father of your child? I thought you were supposed to love me

ynusername: @/danielricciardo i do, ily very much 🥰

username17: not y/n releasing all the humiliating photos of daniel now they’re about to be parents

username18: y/n’s clearing the phone album for baby spam and giving us daniel spam in return

logansargeant: more to the point, this is the guy you chose as the father of your child??

lilymhe: the two of you are perfect for each other y/n ❤️

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danielricciardo: welcome to the world baby ricciardo 💕

after a lot of hardships and tricky times, y/n and i are beyond excited to share with you that our little one is here. everyone is safe, loved and doing well, my heart has never felt so full 🥺

tagged: ynusername

 ˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[whatifitis]

♡ i wish you would've stayed - LN 4 ♡

Summary: you and lando had a fling and things end but did he lie? he found someone new when he said he wasn't ready.

WC: 2636

CW: angst, very small mention of weight loss, overuse of song lyrics, use of quotes i found on tiktok

How can it be that everytime someone says they aren’t ready for a relationship with you, they always end up ready for the girl after? 

You and Lando had been friends for a couple of months before you ended up developing feelings for him. Like, who wouldn’t fall for him? He’s funny, cute, and charming. You guys would talk for hours on end. Everytime you two would find something in common, it felt like the invisible string between the two of you was real. Maybe all these things were signs that you had finally met your person. 

When you were able to talk to him, it felt like everything was okay. When it felt like no one wanted you around, he did. It didn’t matter if you just had a hellish day or not, he was always able to bring you back to joy and contentness in a second. He showed you how it felt to be loved, for the first time in your life. 

When you’d confessed to him about your feelings for him, he’d said he liked you as well. You remember nearly bursting into tears as giddiness swirled in your chest. This was the first time your feelings had been well received, and it was someone who you had really grown fond of. He didn’t want to be anything yet so as to not feel pressured so early in this relationship and you understood, you were fine with it. The two of you often joked about what to call your situation as neither of you liked the term ‘situationship’ and ‘casual’ definitely wasn’t it. It was just two people who really liked each other and wanted to see how things went.

Everyday, the two of you spoke for hours at a time and it was fun. You’d shared music with each other and you’d actually grown to enjoy music from his favorite artist. When you asked him to make a playlist of all his favorite songs by the artist, he was genuinely so excited and got to work instantly. You loved seeing him so happy and you’re glad it was because of you, selfishly so. When he’d sent you the playlist, he’d named it one of the verses from a song that you had sort of dedicated to him. You really fell hard for him. 

Even though it had just been a month or so, you were excited to picture a life with him. The two of you had even planned out your future home together. The colors of the walls of every room had already been picked out and it was the happiest you had been in a long time. 

“We’re gonna have a house by the beach, yeah? And we’re gonna have a dog that’s practically our baby. And we’re gonna name it ‘Lando’.”

“Lan, why are we naming it after you?” you softly laughed. 

“Well, when I was a kid, my family had gotten a dog and it was my job to name it. As the uncreative child I was, I named it after the best thing ever. Myself.” he smiled cheekily.

“No way. Oh my god.” you couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Hold on. I’m not done painting the scene.”

“Alright, apologies, my love. Please continue.” 

“So our dog, Lando, will lie in the sheets with us. The sun will always shine and there will be a ring on your hand. On your ring finger specifically. And I’ll hold you every night.”

But he lied. He made a promise he could never keep. He tried and tried until he couldn’t. 

As time went by, his texts began to slow down. But you weren’t upset. When the two of you began this whirlwind of a relationship, he’d mentioned how with work and his mental health, he’d often go days without having the energy to talk to anyone. You understood, you’d been there before, you told him as long as he would talk to you whenever he was able, that you were going to be okay. And you were. Your days would go by where you wouldn’t get a text from him and it was okay. You were productive during the days and while you did miss him, you knew his struggles and you let him be with the occasional messages to check on him. 

Then one Thursday in the fall, your world came crashing down. You sort of knew it was coming. There were signs that you chose to ignore, hoping it wasn’t true. But then you got the text “I don’t think we should talk anymore.” You really tried to understand. He said he felt guilty for dragging you along and that he didn’t want to keep doing it to you. He said he was tired and he wasn’t able to maintain a relationship of any sort. So you said ok. That was the last time the two of you spoke. 

For weeks, you cried over this loss. It wasn’t just about essentially getting dumped. To you, he was your best friend and you lost him. That was the worst part. Not the fact that you didn’t have anyone to love anymore. Not that he just up and left. It was the fact that he was your friend before everything and you don’t have any part of him now. 

You knew you had some fault in the ending though. You’d said things that weren’t the right things to say at the time. You had messed up often. You just wish you could take those back though. You wish you could’ve said something different. Then maybe he’d still be yours. 

You told your friends what happened and it’s safe to say they all dislike him now. After everything, they started stating their opinions and talked shit about him but it didn’t help. You didn’t hate him, although you should have. You wished you could hate him and be angry, but you’re not. You’re just sad. 

Everything reminds you of him. Every song is about him. Every poem is about him. Every book is about him. The blue in the water is him. The sun shining through your window is him. His face is everywhere. His voice is everywhere. His laugh is everywhere. The laugh you thought you would get to listen to for forever, is now a stranger. 

You would find yourself still imagining things with him after the end of everything. You’d think of him in the stupidest things. You’d think of him while in the shower, how it’d be nice to have your things with his sitting along the edge of the tub. You would even imagine running out of soap so you would end up using his. You would go to work and the store wearing it. Only when in the night, when you would lay next to him in bed, would you smell where all your missing soap had gone. 

It was those stupid little things that made the healing process so much harder. 

He forgot you overnight. Meanwhile you lost your head and appetite. You ate a lot like a fly. Your anxiety had also gotten worse, making your heart race every second of the day. You thought of giving up everything. It was a dramatic thing to consider considering you couldn’t even classify what happened as a breakup, as he was never yours. 

After some time, the tears stopped. The heartbreak didn’t, but you were able to continue with your life and get through some days. Every so often, you still check on him through social media, just to make sure he’s okay. Of course, that came back to bite you in the ass when you found out he was talking to someone. 

The day you found it, your heart dropped and it felt like that Thursday all over again. All that healing had gone out the window because now everything feels like a lie. Was he making fun of you with some esoteric joke? 

He said he wasn’t ready for a relationship, that he couldn’t maintain any relationship. He said he cared about you. You believed it. You were stupid to believe it. A fool for thinking any of it was real. The house, the songs, every little thing was a lie. All you ever thought about was there the hell he was and if he was okay but he didn’t give two shits about you. There was never a you and him. And there never would be. 

You go back and forth between being angry and sad. You can’t tell if you’re making everything up in your head whether it was your relationship with him or the events after. 

Every page you wrote, he was on it. Every word you wish you could say to him. 

After letting you sulk for a few months, your friends dragged you out of the house so you could all go to a club and just have fun. There was no pressure to meet someone or walk away with someone. They said that all you owed them was to show up and have fun. So you went. 

The night was beautiful at first. After pregaming a bit, you ordered yourself a drink at the club and just let loose with your girls. Dancing the night away and not caring about tomorrow. All that mattered was right now. 

You could feel arms moving around you, your heart beating to the music, the alcohol working its magic through your system. You were glad to be there with your favorite people, when everything felt like it was falling away, you still had them. 

It was truly an amazing night until there were whispers spread across the room. Lando was there, with his new girl. The two walked hand in hand towards the back corner of the club with their group. 

What the fuck was he doing here? He could be anywhere in the world, why is he here? 

You didn’t know what to do. For the longest time, you’d imagined what you would do if you were to be in the same room as him again. You composed a hundred ways to tell him the reasons why you could’ve played for keeps, all of which would sit collecting dust, rotting in your house. 

You watched as they settled into the rhythm of the club, when Lando looked straight at you. He looked different. He looked lighter. 

Your friends caught this moment and immediately grabbed you and tried to get you to ignore them. They wanted you to show Lando that you’re better off without him, that you’re okay. So you tried. You tried to keep dancing, to keep your heavy feet moving, to act as if your heart wasn’t being dragged through you. 

You needed a minute. Telling one of your friends you were going to the restroom, you pushed through the crowd. Squeezing through a mess of entangled, sweaty bodies. You kept pushing until you found yourself on a balcony, trying to catch your breath. You moved to a more secluded spot so you could try and recuperate. 

Resting your arms on the railings, you lowered your head to try and figure out what to do. Did you want to confront him, ask for closure? Or did you just want to let it go and try to be free? 

You were caught up in your head when you heard someone clearing their throat somewhere behind you. Looking up, you were met with those hazel green eyes that you had fallen for all those months ago. 

“Hey,” Lando started “didn’t know you were here. Small world, eh?”

“Yeah. Crazy.”

“Come on. Why you being short with me?”

“Nothing. So, uh. Who’s the girl?”

“Oh, yeah. Hannah is my girlfriend. She’s pretty great.”

“Good for you. I’m glad you found someone who can love you the way you deserve. We all need someone to hold and now you found your person.” “Thanks. She helps me a lot and she knows how it feels to be alone in the rain. I guess I just needed someone to stay.” he shrugged, smiling at you. He wasn’t trying to be malicious, he was just happy that he’d found his love.

I stayed. 

“She seems great. I’m happy for you.”

Please, keep me close. 

“Yeah. You’ll find someone too. I’m sure you will.” Couldn’t you love me most?

“Yeah. Sure.”

The two of you stood there for a moment, savoring the silence for different reasons. You knew this was gonna be the end of your story with him. This was going to be the last time you would see him. He thought it was great that everything could remain civil. 

“Well, I gotta go back in.” he said, pointing behind him towards the dance floor, “I’ll see you around. Take care.”

“You too!” you shouted back before he disappeared into the blinking lights and mess of music. 

At the end of the day, you’re hopeless. He found someone better. He found someone to love. Someone to love him. 

So here you sit in the bedroom of your apartment, just missing him and wishing things were different. And you can wish all that you want, but it won’t bring you two together. No matter the things he said or did, you still loved him. 

After all this time, you would still bend back to him if he left the door open. All he had to do was say the words, and you’d play again. But who were you to ask for more? You were just a little chapter in his story while he was more to you. 

If he needed someone, he could’ve picked you. You would’ve given him everything. All he had to do was ask. And you know that can’t solve everything. You just wish he chose you. For once, you wish you had been chosen. You wish he had chosen to love you. You wish he chose you even if it was just to toy with you for longer. 

You still can’t hate him. You honestly wish the best for him. You want him to be happy, even if it means it’s not with you. You want him to have the life he’s dreamed of, with the walls of his house painted blue, red and pink. You hope he gets to go to the city his favorite artist was born in and have a drink at the bar they used to perform at. You hope he’s okay. 

You now know, you’re just not that girl. It was your own fault for not being good enough. She won him, the girl with the gold hair. That’s the girl he chose. So one day, when he walks down the aisle to complete his great love story, you hope he remembers that you’re glad to see him win. You can’t claim to be on the side of love if you can’t even support it in someone you love. It’s not fair to him. 

Your birthday falls on the 29th night of December and you stand in the middle of your kitchen surrounded by your family who say they love you. A birthday cake sits in front of you, coffee flavored, a flavor you never liked. Everyone sings you a happy birthday as you stand there, not letting the tears fall from your face. No one can see the ache in your heart and the way it feels like it’s being dragged down your body. So you just smile. 

You close your eyes to make a wish, but no wish appears as you blow out the candles, just the thought ‘Only three more days left living in a year where you loved me. Only a few more days left in a year where I've allowed myself to love you knowing you don’t’.

Wishing only wounds the heart, after all.

[fazedlight]

Kiss (post-canon fluff)

Fuck.

What was I thinking?

Lena stood frozen at her door, continuing to mentally curse herself, as a wide-eyed Kara stared back.

It had been a fun evening. The pair had cooked dinner together, curled up on the couch to watch a movie together, cleaned up together. Kara had teasingly splashed dish bubbles in Lena’s direction, with Lena taking the sink sprayer for a quick revenge. It was playful and domestic and everything Lena longed for. 

Well, almost everything.

That cozy and domestic warmth filled her chest, and she hadn’t really been thinking as Kara had hugged her before heading out for the night. Lena had simply operated on instinct, pressing a small kiss to Kara’s cheek.

Which led to their current predicament, staring at each other in wide-eyed shock. Friends do that sometimes, right?, Lena thought desperately, praying she would melt into the floor.

But she waited under Kara’s curious gaze, blue eyes darting between hers in silence. “Sorry,” Lena began to whisper-

But Kara leaned forward… placing her own kiss on Lena’s cheek, causing Lena to stiffen in yet another layer of surprise. “Good night, Lena,” Kara said, lingering for a moment as Lena’s heart fluttered.

Kara finally pulled away, leaving Lena wondering what did it mean? “Good night,” Lena replied.

---

They said nothing.

Monday brought its own aggravations as Lena met with a few investors for dinner. She put on the normal smile and dance, speaking decisively of profit margins and dividends, until the night was finally done. The investors filtered their way back to a nearby hotel, and Lena stepped outside for solitude and fresh air - pausing to take in the pleasant evening before calling Hector to drive her back to her condo.

“Walk you home?” came the familiar voice.

Lena turned, smiling as she noticed Kara a few steps away, holding her sneakers. “I’d love to,” Lena said, trading off her heels for the far more comfortable shoes. After a moment, the two began to make their way down the quiet sidewalk.

“I can’t wait until I stop doing this,” Lena said, “I’m ready to be done being CEO.”

“When does Andrea start?” Kara asked.

“Next week,” Lena said, “She’s in Metropolis, meeting with Sam to discuss the finances.”

Kara hummed approvingly. “I’m glad you get to focus on the engineering side again.”

Lena smiled, lightly jabbing Kara’s side. “How about you? How’s being a new Editor-in-Chief treating you?”

“Cat hasn’t changed,” Kara grinned widely, and Lena cast back a knowing look. But Kara’s face softened as she glanced ahead. “Though I realized I sort of have.”

“How so?” Lena asked.

Kara bit at her lip. “It’s harder to pretend to be things I’m not.”

Lena tilted her head in curiosity, but she didn’t press, content to walk arm-in-arm down the street with the contemplative blonde. Kara would say more when she was ready, and Lena was happy to wait.

They eventually came to her building, and then her door. Lena turned around to face the blonde. “Do you want to come in?” Lena said.

To her surprise, Kara shook her head. “I have some thinking to do.”

Lena nodded, but she was surprised when Kara tilted her head forward, eyeing the Luthor for a reaction, asking a silent question. Lena’s gaze was curious - she wondered if Kara was listening to her heartbeat - but she remained steady, shyly granting the permission Kara sought.

Kara pressed a soft kiss to Lena’s cheek. “Good night, Lena.”

Lena could feel herself flush, reaching up with a shaking hand to cup Kara’s face. She leaned to the side, pressing a kiss against Kara’s opposite cheek. “Good night, Kara.”

When she made it to the other side of her door - hearing Kara’s footsteps fade down the hall - she found herself wondering. Is this friendship for her?, Lena thought, mulling over whether the kryptonian knew how unusual their behavior was.

Was it a hint that Kara had developed deeper feelings?

Or would Kara be disconcerted to know that Lena wanted more?

---

LCorp was chaos - in the normal way that any company was with a CEO handoff - and the week passed by in a blur as a result. But Andrea was no rookie, and Lena trusted her enough to start handling the business solo.

Finally.

Lena entered the Tower that Saturday morning with a buzz in her veins. LCorp would certainly have interesting science to tinker with, but magic was still only something Lena could experiment with here. 

She opened her mother’s grimoire, poring over the ancient volume, tapping at a 31st century quantum collider that Brainy had set up in the lab. Magic has to be a form of quantum mechanics, she thought.

Hours went by as she worked. She almost didn’t notice the patter of steps behind her, but she knew who it was. “Kara,” she said, turning to smile at the blonde who brought Chinese takeout in her wake.

“You have to be hungry,” Kara said.

“I didn’t notice,” Lena replied.

The two moved over to a neighboring table, unpacking the food, passing chopsticks and soy sauce before digging in. In a way, it felt like any normal Saturday where they weren’t out saving the world.

But in another way, it didn’t.

Kara seemed almost shy throughout the meal, even as they were cleaning up, even as they made their way to the Tower couches after Lena kicked off another experiment. Something was hesitant in her stance, a small reluctance in meeting Lena’s eyes. Maybe she does feel weird about us, Lena thought, feeling a tenseness in her gut in response.

Before they reached the couches, Kara stopped in her tracks.

“Kara?”

She heard a sigh in front of her. “I can’t pretend anymore,” Kara said.

“Pretend…?”

Kara turned to face Lena, swallowing, eyes darting between her own. The look on her face made Lena’s heart pound uncomfortably in her chest, both wary and impatient for what came next.

But she didn’t have to wait long. “I’m in love with you,” Kara said, “I can’t pretend I’m not.”

Lena’s eyes went wide.

“Nothing has to change,” Kara continued, “But I need you to know how I feel when I’m with you.”

Oh, Lena thought, taking a step closer to Kara, so she did realize.

Lena’s hand fluttered up to Kara’s face, cupping the blonde’s cheek as she tensed. Kara’s eyes darted curiously between Lena’s.

Lena smiled softly, drawing a slow smile from Kara’s lips, before Lena tilted up on her toes - pressing a kiss to Kara’s cheek.

Kara responded in kind, wrapping her arms around Lena’s waist, bringing her lips to Lena’s cheek in return. “I’ve been in love with you for years,” Lena murmured, as she felt the small puff of breath against her neck before Kara tilted her head back.

“I wondered if this was all in my head,” Kara confessed.

“I wondered if you didn’t realize that this was…”

“Unusual?” Kara laughed.

“Yeah,” Lena grinned. Kara smiled back, and Lena felt her heart swell in the warmth in Kara’s eyes.

“I’d like to kiss you for real now,” Kara said softly.

Lena tilted her head in welcome, as Kara leaned forward.

And finally, their lips met.

[fireflyinks]

I have an idea for a request :) 💗 sorry if this is long but what if hamzah did one of the solo out of character podcasts and then he invited y/n but then the sexual/romantic tension between them so they stop filming to do other stuff (can be the deed if you want to take a smut route or just making out or being cuddly for a fluffy route!) or maybe 🫣 they forget about the camera and accidentally capture stuff on camera

special guest

hamzah x reader smut

contains : smut, oral sex (both giving and receiving), no p in v, use of y/n, cursing, sort of exhibition (they record themselves but don’t post it), munch!hamzah

a/n : I LOVE THIS SM, munch!hamzah is my new favorite thing to write, i’m obsessed. anon you’re literally a genius. thank you so much for the support on all of my hamzah posts, i love you alllll

18+ MINORS DNI

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Hamzah and I had been friends for a couple of years. Both of us had YouTube channels and lived near one another so we would hang often. There was an obvious connection between us, but Hamzah nor I were bold enough to point it out. The two of us simply enjoyed dancing around the face that we obviously had mutual feelings for one another.

I sat on my couch, editing my latest video when I felt my phone buzz beside me. I picked it up, reading “hamzah” spread across my screen and a .5 picture I’d taken of him. I swiped right to answer the call.

“Hello?”

“Hey Y/n. Are you busy?”

I shook my head as if he could see me, “No, what’s up?”

“Well, Martin is busy today and can’t record for our podcast, so I was wondering if you’d want to come record with me. Like a ‘special guest’ type thing?”

I thought for a moment. I hadn’t seen him in a while just because the two of us had busy, and viewers loved it when we made content together. We actually got shipped a lot, but Hamzah always ignored it, and I never brought it up. Part of me was glad that even the fans noticed that there was something between us.

“Yeah, why not? That sounds fun, when do you want me to come over?”

Hamzah took a beat before answering. “You could come over now, and afterwards we could order dinner or something, yeah? You’ll have to come to Martin’s apartment because that’s where we film, it’s not too far from mine. I’ll send you the address.”

“I’m on my way, see ya in a second.”

“Thanks, y/n, drive safe.” He hung up.

My heart fluttered at his last comment.

I went to my room and quickly put on something sort of presentable. The star of my outfit was none other then a small denim miniskirt.

The drive to Martin’s house was only about ten minutes, but it felt like an eternity. I was way more excited about spending time was Hamzah than I should’ve been.

Once I arrived at the apartment, I knocked on the door. I was greeted immediately by Hamzah. I couldn’t help but noticed as he looked me up and down once he’d opened the door, a small grin on his lips.

“Hey!” He said, pulling me into a hug. It surprised me a bit but Hamzah was always very affectionate with me, even as a friend. He’d play with strands of my hair on late nights after filming when we’d sit and talk about pretty much anything, and would always grab my hand when leading me places.

“Hi” I smiled into his shoulder right before he let go.

“I have everything get up in here.” Like clockwork, he took my hand and led me through Martin’s apartment. I looked around, seeing the scenes that had made appearances in many of Hamzah and Martin’s videos.

“So…” He sat down on the couch, motioning for me to sit to his right, “it’s going to real casual, just like it is with Martin. I might ask you a couple questions about your channel, if you want me to.”

I shrugged, “I’m fine with anything, just happy I could help you out.”

Hamzah smiled, handing me Martin’s microphone and looking at the camera. “Well, are you ready?”

I nodded, and he got up and began recording.

“You gotta just sit here for a second awkwardly while the intro music plays.”

A few seconds went by as we tried not to laugh at the silence. I couldn’t help but notice how his eyes flicked down to my thighs, exposed by my mini skirt, every few seconds.

“Hey guys, today I’m here with someone who is not Martin.”

Hamzah motioned to me. I lifted my hand and gave the camera small wave.

“Hi there, I’m y/n.”

“Martin decided to skip recording today to go roller skating with Mandy.”

I giggled, “Well, I think they sort of trapped you into recording without them so you wouldn’t third wheel them for once.”

Hamzah rolled his eyes. We went on and on, talking about how much better I am at rolling skating than Hamzah is, how ice skating isn’t real and it’s all just an illusion because neither of us can even stand up on the ice, and after about 40 minutes, somehow the topic of none other than Ice Spice.

“Munch is an absolute banger, but I’ve never met a dude that actually enjoyed eating it.”

Hamzah furrowed his eyebrows, “Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” I went on, “like most of them do it but they don’t like it, which makes it awkward. Like I’m yet to meet a dude that actually gets pleasure out of it too.”

There was a slight pause in the conversation, and I was scared I had made him uncomfortable.

“You’re talking to one right now.”

My cheeks flushed as his comment sunk it. I couldn’t respond, no words would come out of my mouth.

“Sorry,” he looked at me worried, “I totally just made it awkward.”

“Nah,” I shook my head, desperately. My heart thumped as I looked back at him. Maybe I wasn’t delusional about our obvious connection. Why in the world would he make a comment like that if he didn’t mean it in a flirty manner? “it’s okay, really.”

I couldn’t get the thought out of my head. Hamzah’s mouth on my heat, suckling on it like it was his last meal, rubbing my clit with his thumb. I bit my lip. The way he was looking at me showed that he was possibly imagining it too.

He shifted on the couch, looking at me desperately.

“I could show you, if you want.”

I nodded dumbly.

“Please.”

Hamzah leaned in, slowly pressing his lips onto mine. He slowly worked his mouth on mine, growing more and more passionate.

His mouth moved down my body, trailing down my neck. He paused, slipping my shirt and skirt off my body and taking a moment to stare at my breasts.

“God, you’re so beautiful, you know that?” Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. “I was so distracted, I couldn’t stop staring at you.”

He rubbed my thighs, looking down at them. It’s like he was mesmerized. “These thighs are so pretty. I couldn’t stop imagining them spread for me.”

Hamzah’s boldness surprised me, but I couldn’t say that I didn’t enjoy his praises. No matter how lewd they were.

“Can I take these off?” He curled his index finger into the band of my panties.

“Yes” I breathed out, shyly.

Hamzah chuckled to himself, “You’re so cute.”

He pulled my panties off of me, spreading my legs and looking down at my aching heat. Leaning down, he slowly kissed my core. I whimpered at the feeling.

“Tell me you want it.”

I bit my lip, looking down at him with pleading eyes. “I want it. I want it so fucking bad, Hamzah.”

Without further discussion, he dove down into my aching heat, swirling his tounge through the folds. I took his hat of his head with shaky hands and ran my fingers through his curls.

He looked up at me for a moment.

“Do you feel good?” He said quickly, wasting no time to get back to his meal.

“Yes! Yes! So good.” I moaned, my legs involuntarily closing in on his head. His hands held them back in place, spread wide for him to have the fullest access.

“You taste so damn good.” He groaned out. It was entertaining, watching how much he genuinely enjoyed this. He moved his mouth like it was his last meal. I’d never felt this much pleasure just from being eaten out, and it was so sweet.

My brain felt all fuzzy from the way his tounge worked through the folds of my heat perfectly, finding all of the sensitive places and causing my legs to shake under his hold.

“Fuck- I’m gonna cum.” I threw my head back, pure pleasure filling my head as I let out breathy moans.

“Go ahead, cum for me. Cum in my mouth, baby.”

I let myself release on his tounge, my body writhing against his working mouth.

After a few seconds, he pulled away, looking up at me with hopeful eyes, almost like he’d expected me to have had a bad experience.

I didn’t. I had the complete opposite; I couldn’t stop thinking about Hamzah’s tounge.

“Fucking wow.” Is all I could manage to get out.

“Was it good?” He asked.

“More than good. That was… can I please return the favor?”

Hamzah was quick to shake his head, “You really don’t have to. I know most girls don’t like to, and I don’t expect anything in return.”

I genuinely couldn’t let myself live knowing that I didn’t repay Hamzah back after he had me seeing stars.

“No, please, I really want to.”

I couldn’t lie, I’d imagined Hamzah’s cock plenty of times. I’d wondered how big it was, what it looked like, how it would feel in my mouth, what he was like in bed, pretty much everything. But now that I might finally get it, I felt more giddy than ever.

Hamzah slowly nodded, “Alright, go ahead.”

I reached down to his jeans, unbuttoning them as he helped me pull them off his legs, followed by his boxers. His member slapped his stomach, and it surprised me just how hard he was solely from eating out.

It was… big to say the least.

I slowly bottomed him out in my mouth, gagging slightly. He groaned, keeping his eyes on me. I bobbed my head, feeling him hit the back of my throat over and over again.

“Fuck, y/n, just like that.”

I continued these motions, occasionally pulling him out of my mouth and leaving small kitten licks on the tip. He was fighting the urge to throw his head back into the sofa, continuing to keep his eyes glued to me. He breathed out shaky praises to me.

“You’re so good at this, fuck. I- I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum in my mouth… please.” I begged, sucking his faster.

He moaned before filling my mouth with his loud. I swallowed it all before taking him out of my mouth, looking up at him shyly.

“Fuck… that was amazing.”

I giggled as we looked at each other for a few moments. It was crazy, the very things I’d been fantasizing about coming true, all because of a podcast episode.

Fuck. A podcast episode.

My eyes darted over to the recording camera, my cheeks flushing. Hamzah was still looking at me, almost in a hypnotic state.

“Hamzah…” I tried to grab his attention, he hummed in response. “The camera…”

His eyes widened as he looked over, coming to the same realization that I had.

“Fuck- sorry.” He got up, pulling his boxers on and walking over to the camera. “I’m deleting all the footage. You can check afterwards if you want. Recording us really wasn’t my intention.”

He was panicking, his fingers fumbling with the cameras buttons.

“Hamzah… relax. It’s okay. You- nevermind.”

Hamzah looks over to me, his eyebrows raised in amusement. “I what?”

“You can keep the recording if you want.” It felt so lewd to say, but I meant it. It was sort of hot, knowing he had that footage of us and could watch it anytime.

He smirked, looking down at the camera and nodding. “Alright… I will.”

I blushed, “Now can we get that food that you promised me?”

Hamzah chuckled, grabbing his phone.

It was strange, a couple of seconds ago we were performing such lewd acts for a camera we’d forgot was recording, and now we were arguing about whether we should get chinese or mexican take out.

[norrisainz33]

Besties || OP81

☆ summary: reader and her tv show bestie are big fans of f1 and just happen to be dating the two papaya teammates

☆ pairing: oscar piastri x famous!reader

☆ fc & warnings: chloe rose robertson & none

☆ requested: yes!! thank you so much for taking the time to request 🤍

☆ a/n: y/c/n = your characters name

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vogue: we had the chance to sit down with two of the hottest stars at the moment, y/n y/l/n and maia reficco. we talked about fame, their style icons, formula 1 and the new season of pretty little liars original sin! make sure to read the full article on our website!

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user1: further proof that my theory is correct and that y/n is dating lando norris

user6: girl what???

user16: ain’t no way

user44: you might actually be on to something here user1

user2: insane crossover - had no idea my favorite show and favorite sport were connected

ynuser: thank you so much vogue!! this was a dream come true 🥹

vogue: thanks for stopping by!

user3: hot girls do watch f1 she’s so right

iamrebeccad: congrats ynuser - this is amazing!

ynuser: thank you rebecca 🤍

user1: taking note of rebecca being here mhm just noticing things

formula1: maiareficco ynuser you’re welcome at a race any time!

maiareficco: ynuser 👀

user4: what is f1 and why are all of the drivers gorgeous??? i’m suddenly obsessed

user7: oh user4 welcome , you’re in for a heck of a ride

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ynuser: soaking up the last bits of summer 🤍

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user4: are you gonna tell us soon when your new movie comes out or ????

user1: this could easily just be maia and y/n at the beach but also could be a soft launch

rudypankow: top tier beach content

maiareficco: who’s this diva 💜

oscarpiastri: 🤭

landonorris: 👀

maiareficco: 😫

ynuser: 🤨

user1: you guys are killing me

user4: user1 imma need you to break down ur theory bc ur always always at the scene of the crime

user1: ON OT

user23: love seeing you happy ms girl

user64: the way the newest episode had my jaw on the floor!!!

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user1: taking note of the orange colored font 📝 could that be papaya?

yourbff: a smoke show if i’ve ever seen one

ynuser: thank you darling 💋

oscarpiastri: my god i’m so fcking lucky

ynuser: 🥹🥹 babbyyyyyy

oscarpiastri: that’s me 😍

ynuser: i love you so much oscar. i’m so glad i get to spend the next couple weeks with you 🤍

oscarpiastri: i love you more than anything gorgeous 🧡

maiareficco: you are stunning

ynuser: says you 😭

user7: hope they treat you right 😔

jackhughes: who’s the lucky person?

ynuser: a certain formula 1 driver 🥹

jackhughes: should’ve been a hockey player 😉

ynuser: HA jacky no

user9: i’m so jealous of whoever is getting to take you out

landonorris: osc couldn’t stop talking about how excited he is for this date

ynuser: stopppp he’s so cute 😭🫶🏻

user10: the one time i’m hoping the paparazzi get pics bc i wanna know who the heck this person is

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user34: MONACO?! what are you and maia doing in monaco

user1: both papayas live in monaco ☝🏻

alexandrasaintmleux: was sooo lovely meeting you today 🤍

ynuser: omg it was such a pleasure!! thanks to you and charles for having us out on the boat 🫶🏻

mclarenf1: you’re come to a gp when?

ynuser: you tell me admin

mclarenf1: you known if it was up to me you’d already have been to one

oscarpiastri: noticing how nice white looks on you 🤭

ynuser: oscar you can’t just say things like that 🤨

oscarpiastri: oops 🤷🏻‍♂️

yourbff: my invite must have been lost in the post

user12: about to go feral over how gorgeous you look

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user4: you’re so beautiful

zendaya: stunning as always 😘

ynuser: thank you 🥹🫶🏻

user5: you deserve to be spoiled 😭

maiareficco: my best friend i love you 🤍

ynuser: i love you more mwah 💋

user8: mama there’s a man behind you

user1: y/n is that who i think it is?????

user16: the leg is giving more oscar than lando

user1: ughhh maybe??? both of them are in the likes but i swear she’s more of a lando girl and i think maia is with oscar

yourbff: ugh i can’t believe im losing my girl 😭

ynuser: shhh you’ll never lose me!!

user7: a soft launch?! at a time like this?!

user14: if it’s true lando is a lucky lucky man

user12: i promise i could treat you better just give me one chance

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prettylittleliars: as our girls should be 🤍

user1: taking note 📝 of the orange heart used here maia… did a certain oscar piastri buy you those flowers?

ynuser: yes we are 🤭

maiareficco: might be the luckiest girls ever 🤍 [liked by oscarpiastri and landonorris]

user3: not lando and oscar both liking maia’s comment…. they’re not helping figure this out huh

user16: A DOUBLE SOFT LAUNCH???? my heart can’t take this

f1gossip: we have been summoned

yourbff: hehehe 🤭

user2: what do you know ?! spill the beans

user8: guys dw they’re in love with each other not men

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oscarpiastri: feeling well rested and ready to go again in austin after a few weeks away with my princess 🤍

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user2: i’m in utter shock

user4: someone check on user1

user1: thank you for summoning me. i am confused to say the least - i really thought y/n and lando were together

ynuser: you were close user1! ms maia is lando’s girl 😉

user1: WAHTTTTTTTTTT OH MY GOD LOSING MY MIND

landonorris: can confirm user1

user1: i think im hallucinating

maiareficco: my favorite favorite cutie pies

oscarpiastri: 🫶🏻

ynuser: you’re my favorite my maia

ynuser: had the time of my life with you 🤍

oscarpiastri: lets go on vacation again

ynuser: after brazil? 🤭

oscarpiastri: say no more

user6: do you hear me screaming

landonorris: my best friends are dating 🫶🏻

ynuser: and my best friends are also dating 😍

user7: will you ever iron your shirts king

user81: can’t wait to see you back on track oscar!!!

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[knightyoomyoui]

Adore You

w/ Red Velvet's Bae Joohyun "Irene" x Male Reader

TYPE: Fluff, Light Angst

WORD COUNT: 6993

NOTE: First time writing a Red Velvet oneshot! Hope yall enjoyed it, especially you, Hijack! Thanks for ordering again! Also, giving a special credit as well to Hijack himself for providing some assistance on some of the dialogues here in Act 4 and 5. ORDERED BY: @hijack711

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In a small town of Gangwon Province, a car was seen crossing through the narrow road surrounded by green fields. It parked in front of a house, the driver stepped out to greet the surroundings of her new place to stay.

Draped in baggy gray sweatpants, simple white t-shirt and comfy matching rubber shoes, the driver which was revealed to be a woman with long straight hair and breathtaking beauty locked the door and stood in front of the said house. Observing her new personal space, a sigh of relief and contented smile formed in her lips.

The landlady, who previously owes the property, popped up from the other side to greet the young lady. “Good morning, maam! Welcome to Gangwon, glad that we finally met. I’m Jiwoo.”

“I’m Irene.”

“Shall i introduce you to your new house? It’s great that you came in time.”

“I guess I could say I’m excited to live here.” Irene formed a soft smile. “I’ve been longing for a fresh new start again, and today’s the day. Can’t let anything go to waste.”

“If that’s so then let’s proceed immediately and get the papers done. We both do have a lot more things to do after this.” Jiwoo searches from her keychain to pick the right key and inserted it on the gate to unlock.

She opened and initiated to welcome Irene. As she was brought to every area of the house to see it for herself along with its details, her mind is focused on what things she’s planning to do here now that she’s about to settle for good in this place that hopefully she could considered as the perfect destination for peace.

She wants to become comfortable and get used living here, that’s why she would do a lot of efforts just so it could help her get distracted and moved on from everything she left behind from where she came from. This is important for Irene, when she said that she’s going to live the life she always dreamt of, she meant that and now that she’s all alone away from everything she wants to avoid, nobody can stop her from finally build the bubble she wants to put herself in.

A slight amount of senses were spared to concentrate still on the landlady’s thoughtful assist to prevent disrespect on her part, she listened through everything she said. As of her mind was multitasking both regarding about her priorities currently.

“Doesn’t all you’ve seen makes you regret?” The landlady requested for assurance.

“Not at all. This is exactly what I wanted. All I ever care is to have myself a place to stay and be happy, you know what I mean.”

“That’s the spirit. I like your positive intuitions, Irene-ssi.” Jiwoo cheered on her. “About the papers, you can sign it here with your name to make ourselves a deal.”

Irene didn’t wasted no more time to sign the contract. She also handed a bag full of money to Jiwoo for payment. “Just being fair and true to my words.”

“Thank you much again, Irene-ssi. Hey, if you ever need anything to help you discover more about this place to make yourselves one of us, feel free to come onto me anytime.” Jiwoo said. “My house is just houses away from you!”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you, Jiwoo unnie.” Irene bowed along with her and they bid goodbyes from one another, leaving herself alone.

Giving another roaming sight around the interior, it motivates Irene more to visualize what she plans about any of these she wanted to happen here.

“Let’s do well in our new home, self. Fighting!” She raises her fist to support herself and boost her anticipation for upcoming success she wants to achieve in here.

The next few days, Irene had her house almost rearranged with the return of her belongings and furniture from her previous place thanks to the kind carriers who helped her set everything back up. She also started to greet some new neighbors and get introduced by Jiwoo.

The connection she had with the friendly landlady has what led her search for a vacant space to become easier. With just few discussions, she already claimed the space officially hers and when she was asked what business she has in mind that made her purchase this: “I always wanted to build my own flower shop.” Irene answered in which the respondents agreed to her decision as it does seem like a perfect fitting to their rural community that provides lots of plants.

Having new friends to speed up Irene’s establishing of her new flower shop, it didn’t became a bothersome to look for various flowers to choose and buy with the intention to sell it to others by her own. The deliveries would be out by no time, it’s up for Irene to give them the go signal of when it would be.

As for the empty space she already have, it would be unacceptable and plain if she won’t put decoration and other changes to transform a single room into a legit shop. To lessen the struggle of searching to the outer cities, thankfully Jiwoo and the other neighbors knew someone who can help Irene in her business’ concern.

While she was cleaning the house, she heard her doorbell rang and a few knocks on the door. Irene paused her task and went outside.

Opening the gate, she found a man standing in front of her wearing just simplest outfit in a cap on his head while carrying a tool box and extra pockets for other acessories. As she met his face, she found him smiling at her as brighter as the sun this morning and somehow it got her in awe just by looking at it.

“Hello, miss. May I ask if you are Bae Irene?” The man spoke.

“Yes, you’re talking to her right now. Perhaps you must be…”

“Ah yes, I learned that you were looking for a carpenter to help create your shop. Allow me to introduce myself, I’m YN LN, the carpenter who can help you with that.” He offered his hand to her and she accepted.

She felt his touch and the firmness of his grip as she stares at him with a welcoming grin. “Thanks for accepting my request, Mr. LN.”

“No worries, it’s my job anyway.” He shook it off sheepishly. “So uhm, I am ready to begin my service today, can you show me where your shop will be?”

“Yeah, sure. Just one moment.” She excused herself as she rest her house’s electricity to leave and guide YN on the way to their designated location.

ACT 2

They reached the area that Irene was mentioning. It’s scroll gate was closed and no more sign that says “FOR SALE” like the past few days.

“So uhm here’s where I want to open it.” Irene presented the soon-to-be flower shop to YN who looked at her before turning his attention to the sealed space. “Not too much, right?”

“Yeah but it won’t be a bothersome if I work on to larger ones. Handled some before.” YN said. “But hey, this is a nice spot to have it.”

“Really? That’s nice to know.” Irene calmly replied. “I was actually hoping that there’s people who will come by, I mean… selling plants not be that much entertaining to be a go-to place at when you go shopping but… I want to make it different, you know. Changing the ideology of that.” She added.

“Point taken, but you can leave it to me on that if that’s your goal. I’ll help you turn your shop become eye-capturing not just from your products but with its aesthetic as well.” You assured. “I suppose you have an idea on how to make this place look what it should be. Just say it and I can make it possible.”, he patted his toolbox to refer at.

“You do seem pretty convincing and confident with your skill, Mr. LN.” Irene said in her amazed tone. “Is that why you’re popular around here?”

“Ahh that, I don’t know, maybe?” his contagious chuckle affected Irene as well. “I would rather just say that I can rely on my 20+ years of my experience doing carpentry and from how my previous clients all through those times were satisfied at the outcome I provide them, not that I’m forcing you to expect too high on me but your trust would be enough.”

“Let’s see if the rumors are true then.” Irene bounced her eyelids with an anticipating smirk. “Hold on, let me show you inside. It’ll be empty obviously but yeah…”

“To visualize what I can do with it, I get it.” YN understood the point. They both looked at each other and Irene nodded with a smile before she hesitantly went away.

She rolled out the gate and opened the glass door, which allowed YN to roam his eyes around on the inside. Irene was doing the talking as she was given permission to speak about the plan she has in mind on how to transform such boring, small, lifeless room into a vibrant, captivating, and cozy atmosphere that compliments the flowers she will stock in here for selling soon.

YN was directed by Irene around and through his head he compliments how creative her imagination was to turn this place around, something he hasn’t encountered to a person for quite a long time. Most of the works he did was done mostly through his own idea just to construct something beautiful, but with Irene, it’s beginning to make him feel that he’s going to have fun and won’t dire out himself on finishing this new task in production.

“That’s all I can give for my dream shop. About your materials by the way, as part of my token of appreciation, you can tell me what materials you will need for designing this room and I’ll cover all of those.”

“Wait, seriously?” YN was dumbfounded. “A-ahh, you don;t n-need to if it’ll cost your money to be spent more, I don’t like that my service should demand much costly price in return. You can just focus on your stocks to fill up your shop, I’m good.”

“Are you sure, Mr. LN? I have no problem with it, like I said it’s a way of saying thank you for your help.” Irene tries to contemplate him.

“It’s fine, actually you helped me already. This is another income for me and I have something to do again with myself being a carpenter.” YN confirmed. “I already have my own source to grab some materials I’ll need to build every detail you’ve told me.”

“If that’s the case then, I don’t want to force myself too much.” Irene embarrassingly laughs. “Thank you again for this, Mr. LN.”

“You’re welcome.” He bowed after in respect.

They exit the shop and Irene closes its doors and gate again. Before they separate ways, YN announces that he’ll start going to that source he’s mentioning and most likely will begin the construction tomorrow. Irene took note of that and both were now looking forward to the progress of the ongoing project they’re both invested in.

The following days, each changes that were being applied to the walls through every corner was evident to both YN and Irene, and it makes them amused to notice how everything is going smooth. What makes these even more interesting for Irene is that she could only watch YN do these all by himself, remembering the first day of his visit to the shop with the materials he need that she thought there’s more men incoming to assist YN in the construction but to her surprise, YN said there’s no one and it’ll be him who will do all the work.

Sensing that it had the lady speechless due to concern, YN ease down Irene by trying to persuade her that he’s been doing this for a long time and not once he complained about it because he prefers to work alone. He knows what he’s doing and as much as he is willing to teach and instruct other men to help him, atleast he won’t be going around to multitask of observing their task when he could just completely finish it all off by his own.

The impressive skills and talent of YN has gotten into Irene slowly by slowly. Not only that, during his busy days of renovating her store, she also discovered more of YN’s down to earth personality. A positive, humble, and sociable person was all she can describe while having a conversation with him through the breaks, which probably what makes it more enjoyable other than how much she provides him snacks to recharge his energy.

In some of the topics they’ve had, love talk was part of those that slipped in to their curiosities. It wasn’t suspicious for them at first, that’s why they’re able to answer it straightforwardly, although YN’s has richer information. Both of them admitted they are currently single but what caught Irene’s interest more is his reason.

It wasn’t because he doesn’t want to be involved in relationship these days, it’s rather due to the feeling of having personal incapability to win a woman’s heart because of things that what makes about him. Despite his proudness of doing this occupation for decades, YN reinstates that at the same it makes him insecure that being like this may not be that attractive to women to consider a guy like him, as he is aware of the stereotypical truth that they include carpentry as one of the less-demand jobs and it makes him afraid that once the girls learned it about him, they’ll reject him with the possibility that he might not be able to support them financially. Sadly, he couldn’t deny that idea.

YN also mentioned that as of now he currently lives along with the mastermind that pushes him to accept that flower shop construction offer because of her love with flowers: his sister who is now married and have two kids at home.

Those along with his job are what gives him responsibility and purpose still in his personal life aside from being unsuccessful in love. As Irene listened through all of that, she couldn’t help but to feel sorry for YN and she hopes it didn’t destroyed his self-esteem about his appearance because it’s a shame that even through all he said, his looks were undeniable enough to attract someone else.

Furthermore, it frustrates Irene that there are women who thinks lowly immediately of his background which proves that they only care about the looks. She could only hope that he finds someone who will value him in everything, and if its her who can do that then she’ll do what must be done for a good guy like him.

Irene’s eyes widened, confusion formed in her forehead. She was weirded out how her thoughts ended up in that way. Imagining herself volunteering to be the perfect one for YN was out of nowhere, but unsure if she can call it unexpected. After all, she already find him cute in the first place the first time her eyes landed at YN.

Disregarding how random it was, she just focused on comforting YN with kind words that speaks out on behalf of her reactions and hearing all of that had YN boost his confidence within himself. He thanked Irene for being honest to him and added that he was touched.

Both of them weren’t aware with each other that the silence and the glances they stole from each other after that heartwarming moment was the emergence of something deeper between the bond they’ve shared everyday. Their respective emotions that they keep within themselves after listening to their sides is what perturbedly urges them to do the right thing with use of their heart and minds functioning solely for one another.

ACT 3

Irene kept on enjoying YN’s presence looming around her shops while proceedingly applying more furnitures that would aid her to organize the plants neatly for the visitors to see. It grew a relief on her tah both of them had the courage and the ability to interact well with one another because if the opportunity is wasted, Irene could only hope that the construction goes slow to keep him near.

That alone is what Irene begun to distinguish her expanding interest about him, that she could be willing to set aside her priority just to have more time with him. The more they talk together, Irene’s satisfaction goes to the top, although a bit challenging that she had to contain herself from bliss of sharing these types of simple moments with you.

She was now indeed falling in love with him, she confirmed silently while she gets on to watch him focusedly hammering a wood for another level on the shelf. Her eyes shimmers at the sight of his attractive looks, having her in amazement and confusion of how could you just do a simplest thing and effortlessly show your handsome features.

But then, her smile faltered when the thought of a chance to confess had her recalling some specific choice of words that he told a week ago. Something she has now been wondering to herself if she can be the one that he actually sees from her.

She could be honest about her true feelings for him, but what about everything about her once a miracle happened? Yes, she claim that YN receiving and returning her confession would feel surreal for her because that one darkest secret she has been hiding from is still a what-if to her on how he would react once he finds out the truth.

As much as she wanted to be loved back, she has suffered enough from her bitter past that manipulated her to only be concerned with the negative consequences of her personal decision. Now that she’s attracted to this one guy in the new town she moved in, it became a hindrance for her if she would truly tell someday about her admiration to him.

“Irene?” His voice snapped her out of trance, rapidly blinking then gets to contact with YN’s puzzled appearance. “You okay? You seem to be thinking deeply about something.”

“Ahh yeah, I’m fine don’t worry. Sorry, was I out of my senses that much?”

“Mmhmm, you were staring on the floor for like almost half a minute.” He nodded. “Care to share what’s disturbing you?”

Irene looked at his face and again, the mix of embarrassment, fear, and sadness crept up in her heart. She shook her head in denial, “It’s just nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“Okay, but if you need any help, I can offer some assistance if you want. Just come by and pour out everything you’ve been storing inside.” He reminded her.

“Nah, YN you’ve already helped too much. I don’t want you to include you as well to fix my life.”

“But I want to, and I think you need it.” YN replied. Irene stared at him as she felt the seriousness to his words. “To be honest, I don’t know but… you haven’t told me anything yet I just feel like there’s something wrong that you’ve been keeping to yourself, and that’s not good at all Irene.” She kept on listening.

“We can’t heal if we don’t speak it out loud. Don’t be afraid to share it to me, I’m willing to lessen the burden that you feel if I had to because I want to keep this friendship of us going and, you know… better.” He declared.

“I can see through people if they’ve gone through a lot. It’s either in their eyes, their smiles, and how they act.”

“Wow, when did you learn to become very observative?”

“It’s already in my nature.” He shrugged. “Maybe because I care too much.” A grin formed in his face which made Irene’s heart palpitate. His closer profile and the way of his words just made her forgot all her concerns and focus only to that one necessary thing that matters to her right now.

It was day off for YN which paused the ongoing progress of the shops reconstruction. Irene decided to treat him after she cooked her favorite meal.

She followed the address that YN gave him. Through every turns and straight driving across the roads of this small town, the direction led her to stop and reach this particular two storey pleasantly looking house that had a yard inside.

She knocked on the gate while holding the aluminum tray of food. The metal clang as the door opens, YN wasn’t the one who greeted but rather, a woman who looks almost identical to him but with feminine features.

“Hello, is YN there?”

“You must be what my brother is telling about, a girlfriend.” She teased.

“E-eh?”

“HAHAHAHA just kidding, she didn’t said that. But I won’t mind if you end up to be.” She winked and clicked her tongue. “Anyway, hello! What brought you here? Do you wanna see my brother that much huh?”

“A-ahh… n-no, I just… want to give him something.” She handed the tray. “It’s a food that I cooked, please be careful, it’s hot.”

“Ooohhh this smells delicious! But sadly, he wasn’t here yet, he went out for some errands to do.” She explained which made Irene shocked. “Would you want to wait for him? You can come inside if you wan!”

“It’s okay?”

“Yeah, we accept visitors always. And now that you’re our new neighbor and my brother’s… ahihihi” She giggled in fluster which had Irene heating up with her blushes. “You’re very welcome to come here often.”

YN’s sister gave a way to her, and she accepted the invitation. She stepped inside and viewed the appearance of their cozy home. “Come on, have your way!”

As she entered their house, two kids that are sitting in the living room greeted her eyes. These must be the children of his sister that YN referred to her.

“Thank you so much for your thoughtfulness of my brother. I’m sure he will love this food from you.”

“You can try it if you want, I made it more than one servings anyway.”

“Wait, you serious?”

“Yes. Please, have a taste if you want.” Irene kindly smiled.

“Who am I reject? Oh I’m going for a bit already.” She joked before grabbing a plate. “How about we go there in the couch and talk shortly while we wait for my brother to arrive?”

“Sure, I appreciate it.”

“By the way, I haven’t introduced myself yet, I’m Joy.” She offered her hand. Her name does compliment her bright personality.

“I’m Irene.”

They went to the couch and sat. Her kids instantly went beside her and begged to taste her food on the plate. “Can I just say something real quick, I’m so stunned at how pretty you are. I didn’t even know that my brother befriended such an original visual.”

Irene is getting fluttered with Joy’s sweet comments. “Thank you, I don’t mean to brag but I do hear it often from others.”

“Keep on bragging, come on! You are pretty, and it wasn’t a lie. If I have a face like yours, I would be a K-Pop idol right now or what, be popular and attack every ones hearts with my gorgeous visuals. Do you have any talent?”

“I can sing.”

“See! Perfect for you!” Joy was amused.

“I don’t see that you’ll be needing mine, unnie. You’re beautiful as well.”

“Aish, you! Oh. I haven’t heard anyone saying that other than my husband. You understand the assignment, babe!” She gestured a blowing kiss. “Thank God you and my brother are different, I can’t stand that idiot’s arrogance. Always making me a target of his antics, do you know he rather calls me a retard?”

“Uhh… I really don’t expect that he does that.”

“Hah! He got you fooled as well, isn’t he? My brother is a moron, that’s what he is. Now you know, and you’ll be thanking me much once you get to be closer with him a lot more and you started to notice how goofy he is.”

Both of them laughed with the repeated roasts about YN behind his back, until it lowered and Joy sighed in delight before looking back at Irene. “No, but seriously speaking. I love my brother so much. Was he the first person you get to be close with after you moved here?”

“Yes.”

“Great, you got to come across with a great person like YN. Believe me, with every help and sacrifice he gave for me, I wouldn’t be here right now living peacefully with my two kids here. He’s the reason why I’m so grateful to have this life right now despite of the problems I’ve been into, he’s always right there by my side.

And I know it’ll be the same for his friends like you. Do you know that out of all the people he meet around here, you were the only one that became successful to have him repeatedly mention you everytime he comes at home after working at your shop, that’s when I knew that you are a wonderful person and looking at you up close, I never doubted him.

I don’t want to be too emotional with this but… please know that you have to trust my brother. He has it all, I swear. Consider yourself lucky already that you meet a man like him, because he won’t hesitate to cheer you up, assist you when you need it, and most importantly… to accept you with open arms.”

Joy’s speech made Irene froze as every words struck into her, relatable and convincing it sounded. Her times with YN had her revisiting and not a single information that Joy used to describe her beloved brother was a lie. She saw it all and it seems that it wasn’t the entirety of it yet.

The desire to discover more of him is pushing her again to do it. Her thought were interrupted when they heard the gate close.

As she turned her head around and stood up, YN appeared on the door frame. Both of them saw each other, their mouth gaped slightly at the surprise of seeing themselves in a new place, before their reactions displayed an uplifted grin.

“I-Irene? What brings you here?”

“Just wanted to see you.” She answered shortly which made his chest heavy in overwhelm.

ACT 4

YN stayed up until night at Irene’s shop, eager to replenish the remaining sections of the shop in his last day of helping for the construction. It was bittersweet for Irene, she knew the outcome of what her shop is finally going to be would be exciting but the realization that it would be his final day of his daily stay in her property had her put into a gloomy mood as well.

She didn’t want to disrespect YN’s dedication in his work, she could only show and project his bright demeanor as he is just as thrilled as she is for the finishing touch of the flower shop’s design. Her mixed emotions would then return when he turns his back around and return on his work.

The words that came from this two siblings were now helping her to contemplate about the decision she’s going to make. How she received the message of their advice were battling for dominance to see what’s going to motivate Irene to conclude the heaviness of thoughts and feelings she’s carrying for this man.

She closed her eyes as she stepped out of the room to get some air, seething the calmness and serene environment to help her focus what is it going to be. There, she slow understood that to ensure that she’s going to pick the right thing, she had to be fully committed to it without any regrets, not even a sign of negativity.

Then she reflected back on her past, she had a lot of worst scenarios to encounter and endure because of the truth that she is gay and now transitioned into a transgender woman from her parents, neighbors, old friends, etc. It was hard for her to make them explain this new version of her and to rebuild that connection they once had, but to no avail, and it eats her up until now that it’s making her feel and think that her decision ruined her life when she thought it was for her sake of becoming free and better.

She felt selfish of what others may feel, inconsiderate of how they would take this information, and a traitor for betraying the perspective they had on her. If she has to make a decision that will never haunt her for its consequences, then her mind is now made up.

She won’t let history repeat itself again. This is about forgetting the past and focusing on her present situation. She’s going to confess at YN tonight.

“And it’s done!” YN exclaimed as he attached one last screw to wrap up his duty for Irene’s shop. “You can start your business anytime soon. How was it?”

“Just like what I wanted it to be.” Irene roamed her eyes around in awe, she couldn’t believe it that another dream of hers has came to life, thanks to YN. “Well done, YN. This is awesome.”

“You’re welcome.” YN nodded. “So uhm, I guess you’re going now for deliveries next.”

“Yeah.”

“Just tell me when are you gonna open, alright? I could help you set things up. It doesn’t mean that my job around here is done I’ll let things in control just by yourself. If… that’s okay for you.”

“Oh o-okay, I’ll remember that.” Irene smiled.

After she closed the shop and hide her newly polished place from the eyes of the public, YN and Irene looked at each other. Time is shrinking as Irene waits for the perfect opportunity to do it.

“So uhh, I’ll see you again if I can.” YN said. “Good night, Irene!”

“Wait, I want to say something to you also.” Irene stopped him from walking. “It’s not about the shop, it’s… another that has been filling up inside of me since then,”

“Well, look at you. There you go, finally opening up to me.” YN was exhilarated, stepping closer at her which made her flinch a bit in shyness. “I’m all ears.”

“Yeah, I thought about what you’ve told me last time about… sharing what’s bothering me and not letting it just bottled up within me.” Irene stated. “But it’s more of about you telling me that I was honest to you.” YN kept on listening.

“I did say that, why? Is there anything wrong to it?”

“Yeah but it’s more of me to be blamed with because… I felt like I was being honest enough to you yet.” Irene said. “I thought that if you could share your past struggles in your personal life, that means you trust me and… now that we’re friends, that’s what it’s all about right? Giving back the kind treatment that others were doing to make us feel.

:YN… I hope you won’t distance yourself from me when I tell you this.”

“About what?” YN asked. “This is getting suspense ain’t gonna lie, seems like you’re about to drop some biggest secret that you were hiding. I mean, it’s okay though it’s not actually that I;m forcing you-”

“No wait please, quiet for a second and let me be.” YN zips his mouth, feeling like he got scolded. “Sorry.” “No, I trust you, YN. Believe me, that’s why I’m ready to do this. It’s just that there’s something that makes me afraid when I finally say it to you… that I’m a transgender.”

YN’s hand covering his mouth dropped first before his jaw slowly slipped downwards after what he just heard. His eyes slightly largened in surprise.

“What I fear is that now you know, you’ll avoid me just like everybody else. I only got to tell you this because I was motivated by what you said to me and what your sister told me about you too, that I’m lucky to have a friend like you. That’s why I don’t want to secure myself from these walls I built around me through these years now that I find a person that is wholeheartedly nice to me and someone that I… am interested with.”

“Irene… you do?”

Irene lowered her head and lured her gaze away in embarrassment. “It’s been weeks now that I’ve begun to feel different whenever you’re near. Your presence, I feel so alive when you’re around me.”

“I didn’t want to be what I think I’ve became when everyone that is close to me rejected me because of my identity. I don’t want to betray, to be selfish, and doubtful of you. I’ve been through enough.” A tear flowed in her cheek brought by the overwhelming emotions urging her burden to affect her. “I just wanted to be seen as a good and a normal person.”

Not long after, shadow on the ground merged around his, and suddenly she felt his embrace wrap around her fragile self. “Come on, I thought it would be threatening or something for me to be aware. Irene, you don’t have to be scared either because you are transgender or you’re feeling more of me. I accept you for whatever makes this entirety of you. That’s what it matters, being real and true to yourself. Even me, I would rather be hated for something that I am than be loved for something that I’m not. I get you, it’s tiring to keep on fooling yourself just to please people.

And you don’t have to do that to me. For me, whatever I see through you and now what I’ve learned of you. It didn’t changed a single thing. You’re still attractive to my eyes.”

YN felt his hand shiver when Irene began sobbing on his gentle grasp. “I’m sorry for what they’ve done to you. They don’t deserve you. I’m glad that our fate led to us meeting, because now you got to meet someone who will accept you. And I will be here always to stay as long you’re still the one I like.”

They stayed there for a few more minutes before Irene thought his care is enough. She leaned away and YN helped her wipe off her tears. “Feels good doesn’t it? To pour everything that causes you pain and torment.”

“It does. Thank you so much, YN.”

“Can I ask a very random question, I just became curious. What’s your original name when you were… you know, like me.”

“Bae Joosung.”

“Oh, and now… I suppose it’s Bae Irene?”

“Irene is actually my English name. I did surgery back in Sweden and stayed there for a couple of years. My current name now is Bae Joohyun.”

“Oh, interesting. Well they both sounded cute.” They both laughed. “So, Bae Joosung or should I call you Irene. Let me repeat this again, I can clearly say that I was not gay, but I am willing to be now and I’m not scared anymore to discover what is love again. You maybe a trans but I am not ashamed telling you that for the past months I’ve loved you, now even more for learning who you really are. I’m not ashamed by that so why should you, haven’t you already decided who you are now then why are you having that negative feeling, aren’t you wanna be loved?”

“I… I want you to.” She whispered.

“Then let me adore you. I’ll do it like it’s the only thing I’ll ever do.”

“But I can’t give you … you know, kids.” Irene concerningly mentioned.

“I can work on that … my noona and her husband … which unfortunately have passed away from an airplane crash leaving their kids behind…” YN cautiously explained

“Sooyoung-ah? O oh my god, I-I’m so sorry for that, YN.” Irene was flabbergasted at the revelation of YN’s sister’s tragic backstory.

“You two were already close for a short span, it was lovely watching those two messing around back then but now they’re just remnants of the past. Their kids, my two nephews and a niece are under our care. Well, it’s just me who currently acts as their father-figure being an uncle. Sooyoung would definitely appreciate if… an auntie like you can somehow join me to take care of them.”

“Say no more, YN. You got me on that.” Irene could only nod in agreement as both of them grinned widely at each other. They hugged again, their newfound relationship has helped them to settle their inner conflicts manifested by their challenges and heartbreaking experiences as they bravely departed into their desired future being together.

ACT 5

Months later, the gossips about YN and Irene’s relationship spread across the neighborhood including the truth of her being a transgender. To add the happiness that she’s receiving, everybody welcomed her still, and YN proudly watched her girlfriend get along with new acquaintances.

Irene also lived up to her promise of standing as the aunt and guardians for Sooyoung or Joy’s children with YN. Sooyoung was very thankful that the weight of her responsibility became even lighter because of her kindness of assistance. The kids already had a great impression to the two, and it was not a day where all of them go play around their houses.

What had them both in complete shock was the moment when Irene requested YN that they go to her childhood home to visit her family, both for the aim to ask for their blessing on their relationship and to seek acceptance as well. After couple of asks from YN is Irene is sure about this, she replied that she is and she wanted to do this.

They arrived at her house in the city. The maids allowed them in and for the first time in years, Irene got to meet her family again. She admittedly was scared and nervous to face them again, but with YN’s support beside her she has the courage now to confront them. To her surprise though, her parents immediately rushed to hug her and emotions broke from the longing and a proper closure of their longtime conflict. They finally greeted and claimed her as their ‘daughter’ and even allowed YN on their relationship.

A year afterwards, YN and Irene got married outside of South Korea and also decided that they want to have their own children to raise. They adopted two a young boy named Jinwoo into their family.

“Hahaha, what is it, Jinwoo-ah?” Irene asked her son tugging her dress while she waters the plants.

“Eomma, go help YN appa make kimchi stew, please! I’m hungry!” Jinwoo pleaded. She sighed and chuckled, she knew that her husband must be struggling again on cooking this dish.

Meanwhile inside their house, YN was about to prepare in the kitchen when she heard the door bell rang. He opened the door and there, his sister Joy and her friends who visited their humble abode.

“Oh hey YN, how is it being a dad?” Wendy asked as she saw his apron and some of the toys scattered on the food. “HAHAHA, no hard feelings, just joking, shit I went too far with that, am I? Sorry about it.” Wendy noticed her mistake as she saw his deadpanned reaction.

“Hey, it’s okay and yes I’m fine raising kids unlike you with your single, no boyfriend since birth ass.” YN hissed and lets out a smug smile before turning around as he lets the girls in.

“Aish this brat, that hurts you know!” Wendy grumpily complained.

“Hahaha!” Joy laughed at how defeated Wendy looked after getting teased back.

“Good one, oppa! … ehh, is that your wife?” Yeri turned to the woman who is being pulled inside by their son from the yard.

“Woah, she’s gorgeous, why should I be surprised?” Seulgi

“Well, girls, I had Joy call you all here ‘cause I know my lady here will be more comfortable with that rather than a bunch of dudes to invite in the house.”

“How about you?” Irene asked him.

“Me? I got my boys here.” He said as he patted his son and his two nephews. “Who’s up for basketball?” They all shouted “Me!”

As they left the scene, they all laughed. “Aish, I was supposed to just help him cook kimbap and now he’s gone.” Irene shook her head. “Hi everyone, I’m Bae Joohyun or Irene and it’s nice to meet you girls.” she greeted at her lovely visitors.

“Hello! Wait, have we met before?” Wendy asked.

“I don’t know, maybe? You all seem familiar as well.” Irene chuckled sheepishly.

“Who knows? Maybe we know each other from our past lives.” Yeri winked.

“Yah, like what are we? Some sort of a girl group?” Joy humorously commented.

“That would be cool.” Seulgi shrugged. Irene could only laugh at them, they don’t know yet that they were actually her batchmates except Joy that she knew back when they were in college. Such coincidence had her both astonished and ecstatic to meet some few people who have been kind for her even just for a short time of knowing them before.

“Oh yeah, please take a seat. I’ll prepare us all a lunch.” Irene excused her guests and before she went to the kitchen, she stopped by to watch her beloved husband play with the kids. Seeing him made her feel very thankful of this new life that she chose… in which YN changed for the better. === END ===

[fvsm4x]

You and Gojo are happily dating until Gojo grows closer to your new friend. WC. 2k

a/n: I wrote this out of boredom so it‘s more of a drabble (ᵕ—ᴗ—) not proofread and short!!

You and Gojo decide to spend a lazy Saturday afternoon together, starting with a visit to your favorite coffee shop. The place has a cozy, inviting atmosphere, with soft music playing in the background and the gentle hum of conversation creating a comforting buzz.

As you wait in line to place your order, you notice a familiar face at a nearby table. It’s Hana, the new friend you recently made at a local art class. She’s sitting alone, engrossed in a book, with a half-empty cup of coffee in front of her.

A smile spreads across your face as you wave to her. “Hana! Hey!”

Hana looks up, her eyes lighting up with recognition and delight. “Y/N! Hi!” she replies, closing her book and waving you over.

You glance at Gojo, who’s busy contemplating the menu. “Do you mind if we join my friend for a bit?” you ask him.

He looks up, smiling warmly. “Of course, lead the way.”

You approach Hana’s table, Gojo following close behind. “Hana, this is my boyfriend, satoru. Satoru, this is Hana. We met at that art class I told you about.”

Gojo extends his hand, his usual confident and charming demeanor on full display. “Nice to meet you, Hana.”

Hana shakes his hand, smiling brightly. “Nice to meet you too, satoru. Y/N has told me so much about you.”

Gojo raises an eyebrow, casting a playful glance your way. “All good things, I hope.”

You laugh, rolling your eyes. “Of course. Only the best.”

The three of you sit down together, and the conversation flows effortlessly. Hana and Gojo quickly find common ground, discussing everything from books to travel to the latest movies. You’re happy to see them getting along so well, and the afternoon passes in a blur of laughter and engaging conversation.

At one point, you excuse yourself to go to the restroom. As you walk away, you can’t help but glance back and smile at the sight of Gojo and Hana chatting animatedly. You feel a sense of contentment knowing that your boyfriend and your friend are hitting it off.

When you return, Gojo and Hana are laughing about something you missed, their faces lit up with genuine enjoyment. “What did I miss?” you ask, slipping back into your seat.

Gojo grins at you. “Just telling Hana about that time we got lost on our road trip and ended up at that quirky little diner.”

Hana chuckles, shaking her head. “Sounds like quite an adventure. You two must have so much fun together.”

You nod, feeling a swell of affection for Gojo. “We do. He’s always full of surprises.”

As the afternoon turns into early evening, the three of you eventually decide to leave the coffee shop. Hana has other plans, so you part ways with promises to meet up again soon.

Walking back to your car, you feel Gojo’s arm drape around your shoulders. “Hana’s great,” he says, genuinely impressed. “I can see why you two get along so well.”

You smile up at him. “I’m glad you like her. It’s nice to have friends who get along with my boyfriend.”

He gives you a squeeze, his expression softening. “Anything that makes you happy makes me happy.”

You lean into him, feeling a sense of contentment and security. Little did you know that this simple meeting would set off a chain of events that would eventually test the strength of your relationship. For now, you’re just grateful to have spent another wonderful day with the person you love.

The initial delight of Hana and Gojo's instant friendship has started to wear thin for you. What once seemed like an innocuous bond now feels like an ever-growing chasm between you and Gojo. You find yourself spending more evenings alone, as Gojo increasingly makes plans with Hana.

It’s another Friday night, and you’re sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone absentmindedly. Gojo had promised you a movie night, but he’s late. Again. You glance at the clock, feeling the familiar knot of disappointment in your stomach.

The door finally opens, and Gojo walks in, looking carefree and cheerful. “Hey, sorry I’m late,” he says, not meeting your eyes as he kicks off his shoes. “Hana wanted to check out this new café, and we lost track of time.”

You force a smile, trying to hide your frustration. “It’s okay. Did you have fun?”

He nods enthusiastically, sitting down next to you. “Yeah, it was great. You should come next time!”

You sigh inwardly, knowing that he’s said this before but never actually made it happen. “Sure,” you reply, trying to keep the conversation light. “What about our movie night?”

Gojo’s face falls slightly, as if he’d forgotten. “Oh, right. We can still watch something now if you want.”

You shake your head, the disappointment evident in your voice. “It’s late, Satoru. I’m actually kind of tired.”

He frowns, sensing the tension but not understanding its depth. “Okay, we’ll do it another night then.”

The weeks continue in a similar fashion. Gojo spends more and more time with Hana, and despite his attempts to include you, it never quite works out. You try to communicate your feelings, but every time you bring it up, he brushes it off, assuring you that you’re overthinking things.

Tonight, you’re determined to have a good time. You dress up, hoping to remind Gojo of what you share. The party is in full swing when you arrive, music blasting and people chatting animatedly. You stick close to Gojo at first, but soon he’s drawn away by Hana.

You watch them from across the room, your heart sinking as they laugh together, seemingly lost in their own world. You try to join the conversation, but they seem to share a connection that makes you feel like an outsider.

Eventually, you decide to give them space, hoping that mingling with other friends will lift your spirits. But as the night goes on, you can’t shake the uneasy feeling. Your eyes constantly drift back to Gojo and Hana.

Near midnight, you decide to find Gojo and suggest heading home. As you make your way through the crowded house, you freeze at the sight of them in the corner. Gojo leans in, his lips meeting Hana’s in a kiss that’s all too intimate.

Your heart shatters. The room seems to close in on you, and the noise fades into a dull roar. You feel a mix of anger, hurt, and betrayal as you watch the person you love with someone else.

Gathering your courage, you step forward. “Satoru!” you call out, your voice trembling.

He pulls back abruptly, his eyes widening in shock and guilt as he sees you. “Y/N, it’s not what it looks like,” he starts, but the hurt in your eyes stops him.

Hana looks horrified, realizing the gravity of what just happened. “Y/N, I’m so sorry,” she says, but you can’t bear to hear it.

Tears stream down your face as you turn and push through the crowd, desperate to get away. Gojo follows you, calling your name, but you don’t stop until you’re outside, the cool night air hitting your face.

“Y/N, please,” Gojo pleads, catching up to you. “Let me explain.”

You spin around, the pain and anger boiling over. “Explain what, Satoru? That you kissed my friend? That you made me feel like I’m not enough?”

He looks stricken, his usually confident demeanor shattered. “I’ve been an idiot. I got too close to Hana and I let it get out of hand. But I love you, Y/N. You’re the one I want to be with.”

You shake your head, your voice breaking. “How can I believe that after everything? How am I supposed to trust you again?”

Gojo steps closer, his eyes filled with desperation. “I’ll do anything to make this right. I’ll cut ties with Hana if that’s what it takes. Just please, give me a chance to fix this.”

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. “You think that will fix what you’ve done?”

Gojo looks down, his voice trembling. “I... I’m sorry—”

“That won’t fix what you’ve done, Satoru.” You breathe out, your voice shaky with emotion. “You threw away our relationship like it was nothing.”

His heart pounds in his chest, a mixture of fear and regret. He reaches out to touch your arm, but you pull away, the pain and anger in your eyes making him flinch. “Please, Y/N, it wasn’t like that. I never meant for any of this to happen. I got caught up, I made a terrible mistake. But I love you. You’re the one I want.”

You shake your head, tears streaming down your face. “If you loved me, you wouldn’t have kissed her. You wouldn’t have neglected me for weeks. Do you have any idea how worthless you’ve made me feel?”

Gojo’s face crumples, genuine fear and regret in his eyes. “I know I messed up, but please, don’t give up on us. I’ll do anything, just tell me how to fix this.”

You let out a bitter laugh, the sound harsh in the quiet night. “There’s nothing you can do to fix this, Satoru. The trust is gone. Every time I look at you, all I’ll see is you with her. How am I supposed to move past that?”

He steps back, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I’ll prove to you that I can change. I’ll make it right, I swear.”

“Prove it?” you scoff, the hurt turning into anger. “You should have been proving it all along, not now when it’s too late. You didn’t care about us when you were spending all your time with her. Now you’re scared because you’re losing me.”

Gojo’s eyes widen, tears forming as he realizes the truth in your words. “I am scared. I’m terrified of losing you. Please, just give me a chance.”

You shake your head, the weight of his betrayal pressing down on you. “I can’t, Satoru. I can’t keep waiting for you to realize what you have until it’s gone.”

He falls silent, the reality of your words sinking in. He looks lost, broken, and you feel a pang of sympathy, but it’s overshadowed by the pain he’s caused.

[whitecompri]

I've been feeling down in the dumps lately, and whose fault is that? Shadow the (fictional) hedgehog of course. Like, maybe I'm a delicate little flower who needs to be treated as such and maybe who doesn't appreciate not being treated as such. So I would like to please request a scenario where reader feels unloved and Shadow apologizes for being too mean, awful, terrible and stupid as a (fictional) boyfriend. I'd also like to request that for Scourge but I'm not mad at Scourge ♡ I love Scourge ♡ I'm glad he never does anything wrong and is notoriously such a good boyfriend and gentleman. ^^

Jokes aside whether you write this or not have a wonderful day! And if I've never commented it before I'm SO glad you write for Scourge

After the Silence

Pairing: Shadow x Reader; Scourge x Reader

Genre: Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst

Rating: T (Teen)

Warnings: Swaring, Neglect / Emotional Hurt

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I really tried to capture the emotional depth here, especially because I’ve been through a complicated relationship myself, and I know what it feels like in those moments. I’m also so happy to see that Scourge still has a loyal fanbase. Honestly, I started writing stories with him because I felt like there wasn’t enough content out there featuring him, and I’ve been having a blast doing it. I’ll definitely keep writing about him! Hope you enjoy the story!

Shadow

You stretched your arms, yawning early in the morning with a satisfied groan, a wide smile already plastered on your face — after all, it was the first day waking up in the new apartment with your boyfriend. Tossing the blanket aside, you nearly leapt out of bed, breathing in the scent of new furniture and a brand new day.

Humming softly, you made your way to the kitchen, already catching the strong smell of coffee beans from the black hedgehog. It didn’t take long to spot him standing at the kitchen counter with a jar in his hand, pouring the beans in to eat them.

Smiling when you saw him, you approached and opened your arms, wrapping him in a back hug, resting your face against his soft quills. But it was noticeable how his body tensed up at your touch, Shadow immediately stopping what he was doing.

“Good morning, love... I was thinking maybe we could go out today, just the two of us…”

Shadow placed a hand over yours on his stomach, but instead of holding it tightly like you expected, he gently removed your hand from his fur, subtly stepping forward, making you let go of him.

Your brow furrowed instantly, and your smile faltered for a moment, but you understood that sometimes Shadow was pretty reserved. Maybe he just didn’t like physical contact in the mornings. Your smile returned quickly — after all, thinking positively, these first few weeks would be about adapting, learning each other’s habits, routines, and how to live together.

So you brushed aside the feeling of uncertainty, focusing instead on his answer. He’d probably say yes — he never passed up a chance to spend time with you when you lived in separate homes.

"Hm, no. I have work." He said briefly, not even looking at you, and your eyes widened slightly. The joy on your face began to fade. But you understood — he had responsibilities too.

"Oh, okay, no problem, maybe another time." Scratching the back of your neck, you forced a little smile that he didn’t even see, still focused on his coffee.

“Maybe.” Shadow muttered softly. He opened his mouth to say something more but held back, shaking his head slightly before simply taking his jar and heading to the table, sitting down casually to eat.

Sighing quietly, you grabbed your own coffee grounds to prepare your daily dose of caffeine, hoping things would get better from there. It had just been a rough start — Shadow was probably tired from the sudden change in environment. At least, that’s what you hoped.

--*--

Later that day, you were sitting beside him on the couch. Shadow was watching some movies on TV, arms crossed, with his usual impassive expression. You, on the other hand, scrolled through your phone, checking social media to amuse yourself while enjoying his company.

Sometimes your shoulders touched when he shifted slightly, and even that small contact made you feel incredibly comforted. That was already a big step — you had thought he’d be more affectionate after moving in together, but he remained as reserved as ever.

That’s when your eyes landed on a funny video on your feed. You watched the prank and giggled softly, smiling brightly. Then you turned to your boyfriend, showing him the screen.

"Look at this prank, Shadow — the guy at the end is the best part." But your joyful expression quickly faltered as you focused on his disinterested face.

“...Funny.” He said, glancing briefly at the phone without much reaction, arms still crossed. He didn’t even wait for the video to end, turning back to the TV.

Your heart sank a bit — never in your whole relationship had he reacted like that. Then again, maybe you had never tried showing him anything while he was watching movies. So you assumed he just wanted to focus on what he was watching.

Sighing softly, you slowly pulled your hand back, trying to refocus on your socials, even though a faint sadness lingered. But it was only the first day — you were sure things would get better as you settled into your new life together.

--*--

A few days had passed in this strange new dynamic between you. You walked down the street, bundled up in your coat, carrying groceries in your left arm. Your footsteps crunched against the thin snow on the sidewalk, your mind wandering as you reflected on everything that had happened in just a few days.

Sure, Shadow still showed small signs of affection like always — light kisses, gently holding your hand, sleeping close to you — all in his own way. But all of that while you neglected your own needs for affection. When you agreed to live together, you’d imagined the relationship taking a big step forward. You thought he’d start hugging you more, or expressing his feelings more openly.

But none of that happened. He was still the same — maybe too much the same. And you didn’t know if you appreciated or resented living with him this way.

Sighing, you reached into your pocket and pulled out your phone. Swiping your thumb across the screen, you found the contact you wanted, smiling softly at his name. Your fingers quickly typed:

“Hi love, is everything okay?” You sent the message, noticing he was online at that moment. Watching where you were going, you kept walking until, a few minutes later, your phone buzzed. You looked at the screen, and your brows furrowed at his reply.

"Yeah."

Another sigh in such a short span of time escaped your lips, and you typed again:

“Are you home already?” You hit send, glancing both ways before crossing the street.

But this time, your phone didn’t buzz again. You’d been walking for quite a while since sending the message, but there was no reply. Thinking it might be a phone glitch, you checked the screen to see what was happening.

And once again, your heart sank. The message had been seen — the little “read” checkmark was there — but he hadn’t responded. Biting your lower lip in frustration, you just kept walking. Once again, you decided to ignore it. There was no point in arguing about something like that.

Closing your eyes for a moment, you continued your path, just wanting to get home as soon as possible.

--*--

That night, you sprawled out on the couch, still wrapped in your coat, watching the evening news. The lights were off, leaving the living room lit only by the television glow. The kitchen light was on, but didn’t quite reach your cozy little corner, keeping you nestled in a comfortable darkness.

That’s when you heard the front door unlock and open with its usual creak. His footsteps echoed on the wooden floor, letting you know where he was heading. Shadow stopped by the kitchen table, narrowing his eyes when he didn’t see you anywhere obvious. He placed the keys down and walked toward the living room, finally spotting you curled up in the corner of the couch, watching the news.

He stood for a few moments in the doorway, waiting. Normally, in the last few days, when he came home, you would greet him with a quick hug at the door, followed by a kiss on the lips.

Confused by the change, he raised an eyebrow when you didn’t move at all.

"I'm home..." he finally said, waiting for your response.

"Hm..." was the only sound you made, causing Shadow to frown, confused. He walked over to the couch and sat in his usual spot, arms crossed. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, waiting for you to scoot over and sit next to him — but you stayed in the far corner, curled up, elbow resting on the armrest with your hand supporting your face.

And what bothered Shadow the most — what made him swallow hard — was the realization that you hadn’t said a word to him. You didn’t ask about his day. You didn’t flash that bright smile he loved so much. And now, the space between you on the couch felt huge.

Subtly, he adjusted his posture and scooted a little closer — but almost immediately, you pulled back even more. His red eyes scanned you, now tinged with concern. He knew he should say something, but... what?

Letting out a quiet sigh, Shadow decided to give you space. Maybe you were just tired.

--*--

At the end of that day, you finally allowed yourself to truly relax, lying down on your side of the bed, curling up under the covers, turning to face the wall, with your back to the door and to Shadow’s side of the bed.

A few minutes later, the soft sound of the hedgehog’s bare footsteps could be heard. He stopped in the doorway, his shoulders slumped slightly, and his ears briefly drooped backwards when he saw you.

He stood there for a few moments, just watching you, finding it strange. After all, you usually stayed up waiting for him, usually wanting to talk about something. But not today. Today, you had gone straight to bed, and that deeply unsettled him—especially the part where he wouldn’t get his usual goodnight kiss.

Letting out a quiet sigh, he finally moved, lying down on his side of the bed. He slowly turned his face in your direction, hoping for some comment, some reaction, anything.

“Good night…” the hedgehog whispered softly, but was met with only silence. And that silence was cold—colder than the night outside. He looked at you for a few more seconds, his eyes softening slightly as he watched you sleep.

Then, with one last slow, quiet breath, he settled down on his side, keeping some distance between you, unsure if he should touch you.

But he couldn’t sleep all night. He tossed and turned in the early hours, eyes closed, trying to relax, but the uncertainty gnawing at him stole any chance of rest.

Until he noticed the mattress shift beside him, the rustling of the covers making a soft noise, followed by footsteps crossing the room. He peeked one eye open, watching you walk. His sensitive ears twitched as he heard the kitchen cabinet, then the sound of water—just a trip to quench your thirst.

Closing his eyes, pretending to be completely asleep, he tried to relax, not wanting to alarm you. Then, he heard your footsteps returning, and once again you slipped under the covers.

That’s when he heard it. It was quiet, but noticeable to his hedgehog hearing. A sniffle. His heart tightened. It was the sound of someone crying. He immediately wanted to turn and ask why, but stayed frozen in place, not wanting to startle or upset you further.

“...I just wanted you to care…” you whispered. Shadow’s mouth opened slightly in disbelief, his whole body froze, and a wave of dread swept over him. He felt the urgent need to fix this. But for now, he let you fall back asleep, while he lay awake all night, planning how he was going to make things right.

--*--

The hedgehog stood on the balcony, arms crossed, feeling the cold breeze ruffle his quills. He sighed and closed his eyes. Just as he expected, he hadn’t slept. So he’d come straight to his favorite place to think, to plan what he was going to say.

“I do care…” he murmured to himself, then twisted his muzzle and clicked his tongue. “No, that sounds too simple.” He let out an exasperated sigh.

Opening his eyes again, he glanced back into the dark apartment, tapping a finger against his forearm, impatient to rehearse what he’d say to you.

“She can’t think I’m just saying it… What if I just…” He pondered, but then clenched his teeth and shook his head. “No. Enough hiding. She needs to know. She deserves it.”

That tight feeling returned in his chest—guilt. He never meant to hurt you or anything like that.

Uncrossing his arms, he looked up at the night sky with a determined gaze. He already knew what he had to do.

--*--

The next day, by late afternoon, you once again found yourself curled up in your usual spot on the couch, turning on the TV, tugging your jacket close. But then, the front door unlocked and opened—you raised an eyebrow. He was home early today.

Shadow walked slowly through the door, stopping there with both hands behind his back, his eyes softer than usual. He cleared his throat to catch your attention, and your eyes locked on him. Did he look… nervous?

You confirmed it—he really was showing signs of slight nervousness for the first time, as he hesitantly stepped into the living room, still with his hands behind his back.

Finally standing in front of you, he brought his hands forward to show you what he’d been hiding. In his hand, he held the stems of a beautiful bouquet, small purple flowers giving off a sweet, familiar scent.

“I… I brought this for you. They’re… lavender. I thought you’d like them.” He offered the bouquet.

Your hand reached out hesitantly to take it, gripping it tightly. You couldn’t hide the expression of surprise that came over you. Immediately, you felt a lump in your throat, and your eyes welled up with tears, no matter how hard you’d been trying to hold them back.

“...Shadow?” you whispered, clutching the bouquet to your chest.

He quickly sat down beside you on the couch—very close—his red eyes locking onto yours.

“I know I’ve been acting like an idiot. I realized it a little too late. But… I never meant to hurt you. Never.” He clenched his eyes shut, grinding his teeth, then looked back at you. “I’m not good at this kind of thing… with feelings. But that doesn’t mean I don’t care. Because I do. Way more than I can say.”

One of his hands gently rested on your cheek, stroking it lovingly, while the other extended toward you, somewhat hesitant.

You looked down at the hand he offered, waiting to hear what he’d say next.

“Don’t give up on me. Just give me a chance to show it. Even if it’s little by little.”

His voice was low and hoarse. You reached out your trembling hand and grasped his firmly, your tear-filled eyes meeting his hopeful ones.

Then, he brought your hand to his muzzle, pressing a long kiss to the back of it, whispering, his voice muffled.

“...Forgive me.” He kissed your hand again, the soft touch melting your heart completely.

Then he looked at you again, reaching for the bouquet and gently placing it on the coffee table. To your surprise, he pulled you into a tight hug.

The hedgehog sighed deeply, holding you tightly—almost possessively—his muzzle nestled in the crook of your neck as he breathed you in, letting your scent fill his lungs.

“I’m not going to lose you. Ever. I… love you, in my own way… but it’s real love.”

With those words whispered so quietly into your ear, you couldn’t disagree—not after today. Shadow had his own way of handling things—it was simply who he was. And that included loving you deeply.

And you were absolutely sure that from that day forward, he’d be a little clingier than usual with you.

And how did you know that? From the way he held you, not wanting to let go, clutching you against him, anchoring himself to you.

To you, it was clear—he craved gentle, affectionate physical contact like this. He just never knew how to ask or receive it.

And so, the two of you stayed like that—entwined—your hand gently smoothing his quills, soothing your closed-off and stubborn boyfriend, whom you would never stop loving.

Scourge

You were walking calmly down the sidewalk, feeling the pleasant warmth of the morning sun on your back. A soft smile was on your face—after all, you were excited to see your boyfriend that weekend. Seeing Scourge was always a great reason for your day to become brighter and more fun, so you could hardly wait to get to his apartment.

After a few more minutes of walking, you arrived at your destination. Climbing the familiar stairs of the apartment building, you finally reached the door. With a cheerful and content expression, you knocked on the door and waited.

Not even a minute later, you heard the sound of the door unlocking, followed by a creak as it opened, revealing the one you were eager to see. His messy green quills appeared first, followed by your boyfriend’s blue eyes and his serious expression as he looked at you.

"Hey, babe," he said quietly, his voice raspy. You sensed a hint of disinterest but chose to brush the thought aside.

"Hey! The day is so nice today, right? The sun feels really good..." You tried to start a conversation, your smile still on your face, but he just crossed his arms and turned his head, focusing on the TV in the living room. You could hear the sounds of the movie he was watching, and he barely paid attention to what you were saying.

"Wow, thrillin’. Now c’mon, just get in already." He gestured with his hand, pointing his thumb toward the inside, then turned completely around and went back into the apartment without another word, leaving you at the door, alone.

He flopped back onto the couch, adjusting his sunglasses on his head and rolling up the sleeves of his jacket.

You watched him, your smile slowly fading as you processed what had just happened. Your shoulders subtly slumped as a tight knot formed in your throat, making it hard to swallow. Finally, you decided to step inside, locking the door behind you. Taking a deep breath, you chose to just forget what had happened.

You knew your boyfriend—knew that he was often like this. But it was the first time he had acted like that right when he saw you.

Entering the apartment, you followed him into the living room where he was watching some random comedy on TV. Hesitant, you observed how relaxed he looked—one arm thrown over the back of the couch while the other rested on his leg. You pondered whether you should sit beside him or leave him there for now and do something in the kitchen.

Sighing again, you finally decided to join him. Sitting next to Scourge, almost instantly the arm that had been on his leg moved up to wrap possessively around your waist. Your face lit up with a brief smile, enjoying how he always took the initiative when it came to this kind of contact.

Then, you looked at his focused expression. Enjoying the lighter mood, an idea came to mind. You wanted to be closer to him, to feel the warmth of his arms around you, the little kisses he’d place on the top of your head, the way he’d sniff your hair. Those pleasant thoughts filled your mind, making you want to get even closer, until you finally gathered the courage to ask.

"Hey, love, can I hug you?" you asked softly. Scourge turned to you, raising an eyebrow. He didn’t seem thrilled by the idea; apparently, to him, the small touch on your waist was enough.

"Why? Ya get too clingy sometimes, y’know?" He replied briefly, his tone somewhat harsh.

At his response, you shrank back into your seat, a deep ache forming in your chest. Your expression fell as your eyes shifted to the floor in front of you. A smile tried to return to your face but didn’t last long, quickly crumbling into another sad expression.

Your gaze lifted to focus on his apathetic and absorbed face, trying to understand why he didn’t want to hug you anymore. The ache in your chest intensified. You felt the urge to get up and put some distance between you, but you didn’t want to take any drastic action and come off as dramatic. So, you just sat there, his hand resting on your waist, but without the familiar warmth of his love.

It must have just been a stressful day for him—better to give him some space and not push things. Maybe by tomorrow, he’d feel better. That’s what you believed, what you wanted to believe.

--*--

You practically threw yourself onto your bed at the end of the day, groaning in frustration, completely disappointed with the day you had with your boyfriend. A day you had hoped would be peaceful and pleasant had turned into nothing more than hours of stress.

Hugging your pillow, you curled up, the day’s memories playing through your mind—the cold look he gave you, the disinterest in what you said. That’s when your mind began to wander, trying to recall earlier moments with Scourge, trying to see if there was any reason for him to act like that—something you might have done.

But after minutes of reflection, the only conclusion you reached was that he had always been this way—today just made it more obvious than ever. Today, it had truly affected you, hurt you deeply like a blade’s cut.

Sighing, your hand reached for your phone, opening your messaging app and looking at the message you had sent him.

"Good night, love. Are we still going to the mall tomorrow?" You reread the message, noticing that it had been over three hours since you sent it. He hadn’t even seen it. Your eyes drifted upward slightly, seeing the status that said he had been online about fifteen minutes ago.

A deep sense of abandonment and uncertainty overtook you. A few small tears threatened to fall from your eyes, but you held them back—not wanting to feel too weak.

Then, your eyes filled with determination, your fingers beginning to type again. You knew that if something he did or the way he acted made you feel bad, the best way to fix it was to name the problem and talk about it with Scourge. Much better than bottling everything up and never saying a word.

So, you finally sent the message.

"Scourge, I wanted to say something. I just wanted a bit of affection, you know? That’s all. A hug, a kiss… and I want to do that for you too."

Your eyes stared at the message nervously, a cold sensation rising in your stomach—a feeling of anxiety and unease.

Then finally, the online icon appeared. He read the message shortly after. The typing indicator popped up right away. Your eyes filled with hope. Maybe now was the moment—maybe he’d finally see that he needed to give you more attention, that he wanted you close, that he wanted your affection. Your eyes scanned the screen eagerly, waiting for the message.

"Yer too damn soft sometimes. Can’t spoil ya every minute, y’know?"

The moment your eyes read the message, the world around you stopped. Your breath hitched briefly as that same ache from earlier returned—now stronger.

Your finger pressed the power button on the phone, slipping it under your pillow. Curling into yourself, you looked toward the wall of your apartment, focusing on the shelf there, holding a photo of a smiling Scourge hugging you, his muzzle nestled into your neck.

Maybe he was just tired. Maybe he didn’t realize how dry and harsh he sounded. Or maybe you were expecting too much. Maybe the problem was you.

That’s when you felt a stubborn salty tear slide from your eye, silently falling down your cheek and onto your bedsheet. You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to cry anymore, but it was hard to hold it back. Your teeth clenched as you began to sob involuntarily, quietly under your blankets.

And maybe that was the end of everything. You had always known Scourge was a complicated figure, and still, you gave him a chance. You thought everything was going well. But now, all you could feel was that you were wrong—that you were foolish for believing he would ever change.

With the emotional exhaustion of the day, you fell asleep within minutes—destined to wake up with a pounding headache and puffy eyes from how long you had cried.

--*--

Days had passed since the tragic message. Scourge's blue eyes scanned the clock, noting the time — it would be dark soon, and that pleasant Saturday night would be perfect for a stroll. The hedgehog tossed his video game controller to the side, stretched, scratched his waist, and then smoothed down his quills. He reached for the cellphone on the coffee table, raising an eyebrow when he saw no messages from you. In fact, he hadn’t seen a message from you in days.

Shaking the thought from his head, he opened the messaging app, seeing the last message he had sent last Saturday. Since then, you hadn’t sent him anything. But Scourge just clicked his tongue at that, assuming you were just a little upset.

His fingers quickly typed a message and sent it to you.

"Babe. Same spot as always. 7 sharp. Don’t be late." He got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, still holding his phone, looking at the message, waiting for your usual quick reply.

But minutes passed, and Scourge started getting impatient, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the phone screen, waiting for your reply — but you hadn’t even seen the message. Looking up, he raised an eyebrow — you hadn’t been online in hours, many hours.

Something twisted inside him, something akin to worry. But he quickly shoved that feeling aside, getting irritated.

"Tch. Must be cravin’ attention… typical o’ ya." He turned off the phone and set it down on the kitchen counter, arms crossed, tapping his foot impatiently while his eyes darted around the kitchen. He didn’t know what to do in that moment, or how to react, so he just stood there.

That’s when his phone buzzed on the counter. In less than a second he had turned and snatched the device up — but let out a disgruntled growl when he saw it was just a random social media notification.

He slammed the phone back down on the counter with force, huffing. Turning around, he stormed off to get ready. Even though you hadn’t replied, he was sure you’d seen the message — and you always showed up to your meetups, so he had nothing to worry about. You’d be there. He was sure of it.

--*--

The hurried steps of his shoes echoed on the sidewalks lit by the last rays of the day’s sun. He wanted to walk faster, wanted to see you already. He’d checked his phone several times, but still nothing — no message from you, no reply. Just thinking about it made him clench his fists in irritation and growl lowly, grinding his teeth.

He had never been through this before. You had never done this to him. Why now — why now of all times — had you decided to just stop talking to him?

He turned the last corner, looking at the meeting spot. He frowned when he saw no sign of you on the benches in the square. Getting closer, he stopped, looking around, grumbling.

With a heavy sigh, he plopped down on the bench, pulling his phone from his jacket pocket, staring at the screen with an annoyed look. He opened your contact, getting ready to type something, ask where you were, try calling you, anything. But then his eyes locked onto an older message from you.

A question he didn’t even remember you asking, one he hadn’t answered. His thumb scrolled up, reading the other messages. Some he had ignored at the time and forgotten, others he just wasn’t in the mood to answer.

But what mattered was what his eyes were now seeing — that massive amount of messages you had sent, left unanswered, or ones he replied to in a cold, harsh way because he wasn’t feeling patient.

After a few more seconds scrolling through the conversation, his expression of irritation was replaced by one of deep dread. He ran a hand through his quills, gripping some of them nervously. After all, he understood now — he finally understood. His throat let out a sharp, guttural sound of despair as his mind processed what he had probably done.

And now, all he felt was the emptiness of that night — the morbid silence, the chilly breeze making him shiver slightly. And that made him realize that maybe, just maybe, he had really lost you this time.

--*--

He paced in circles in the small bathroom, his hand scratching incessantly at the scars on his chest, feeling them itch nonstop. He stopped in front of the mirror, finally focusing his blue eyes on the anguished expression he wore. Growling, he gripped the edges of the sink, claws digging in.

He was without his glasses, without his jacket, without his gloves — just staring at the desperate hedgehog within. He had to find a way to fix this. After all, it had already been two weeks — two weeks without hearing your voice, seeing your joyful expression, feeling the warmth of your presence.

Each day without you, each day without a reply from you was torture for him. Every morning he woke up remembering he wouldn’t get to see you felt like a punch to the gut. He clenched his teeth, baring his sharp fangs at his own reflection.

"Idiot. Asshole… Dammit, ya did it. Ya pushed away the only one who actually gave a damn!" he yelled at himself, placing a hand on his forehead, gripping his fur. In a fit of rage, without a second thought, his hand clenched into a fist, flying toward the mirror, smashing it with a loud thud.

The mirror shattered, shards flying across the bathroom floor. Scourge closed his eyes, looking down, lowering his hand, not caring about the throbbing pain or the blood dripping from his knuckles.

“Shit…”

Turning around, he walked back to his room, shoulders slumped, breathing heavily. He sat on the edge of his bed, resting his hands on his knees. He slowly opened his eyes, looking around the room, turning to glance at your side of the bed — still carrying your scent.

"…This place’s nothin’ without ya… I’m nothin’ without ya." he finally admitted, closing his eyes again and shaking his head.

He sat there for several long minutes, doing something rare for him — reflecting on his actions and their consequences. And above all, on how he could become a better boyfriend for you at all costs.

"I know how t’fix this…" He opened his eyes quickly, shining with a determined air. He was going to try everything he could to get you to forgive him.

--*--

With a nervous look completely out of character for him, Scourge stopped in front of your door, carrying a few bags under his arm. Swallowing hard, he adjusted the collar of his shirt and finally knocked on the door.

In a few seconds, he heard light footsteps. Then, the doorknob turned, opening just a crack — your face appeared on the other side, and he swore he saw a surprised expression on you. He kind of understood why — after all, Scourge always said it was better for you to come to his place, so throughout the whole relationship, he’d never come to yours for any reason other than picking you up to go out sometimes.

So, slowly, you closed the door again, unhooking the chain lock and opening it once more, now facing him directly with an expressionless face.

Scourge gave a small smug smile, looking you up and down. Lifting the bags, he showed you the McDonald’s packaging, taking a tentative step forward.

"Hey, babe… I brought somethin’ to eat. Your favorite. I thought… I dunno, maybe we could forget ‘bout all this and..." His eyes widened and the smirk vanished from his face when you let out an annoyed huff, beginning to close the door again.

Overcome by desperation, he placed his foot between the doorframe and the door, stopping you from slamming it in his face.

"Wait—!" he said, his voice thick with emotion.

When you stepped back, realizing there was no way to compete with his persistence, you suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around you, pulling you close. Your hand ended up resting on his chest, feeling the deep scars that marked him.

Your eyes managed to glance behind him, spotting the fallen fast food bags on the ground, forgotten, while his muzzle nestled into the curve of your neck, inhaling your familiar scent. His fingers dug into your back, keeping you pressed against him, leaving you with little room to move.

"Just listen to me, would ya…? Please…" he said in a trembling voice you had never heard before. "I was a freakin’ idiot, a damn moron. But it ain’t ‘cause I don’t care—s’cause I care too much, alright? That crap scares the hell outta me." he said seriously, his tone sounding annoyed, but his voice was laden with emotion, showing that in truth, he was in complete despair.

The hedgehog pulled his face away from your neck just enough to focus his blue irises into your eyes, staring into you deeply.

"You’re the best damn thing that’s ever happened to me… and I was stupid ‘nough to almost lose ya. Just—give me a shot to fix this, yeah? I swear I’ll change. I swear… I’ll get it right this time." His hands clutched your shoulders, trying to anchor himself to you.

"...Scourge, I... I don’t know what to say..." you tried to avert your gaze, but his hand held your chin, lifting your face to look at him.

"Babe, I messed up. I know… I get it now. But I don’t wanna hurt ya no more. Don’t wanna be without ya. I swear, I’ll give ya all the hugs, all the kisses you want—hell, even the ones ya didn’t ask for." His eyes gleamed with hope as yours began to. "I’ll give ya whatever ya need… anything, alright?"

And once again, that stubborn tear rolled down, leaving a wet trail on your cheek. A huge wave of happiness filled your heart, warming you entirely. Suddenly, without thinking, you threw yourself into him again in a tight hug. Scourge gasped in surprise but quickly wrapped his arms around you.

"I love ya, [Y/N]… so damn much. I’ll show it better now, I promise…" He nestled his muzzle on top of your head, pressing a gentle kiss there. "Just… don’t leave me hangin’ like that again, alright? Bein’ without ya… drives me nuts…" he said hoarsely.

"I love you too... you dummy." Your voice cracked as you finally confessed too. Your arms tightened around him, making him let out a low, rough chuckle.

And so the two of you stayed there, sharing each other’s affection and warmth, savoring the company and love you had for one another—already aware that whatever came next would only make your bond stronger.

[hyuckiefluff]

𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 | na jaemin

pairing: roommate!na jaemin x fem reader

genre: smut

wc: 1.6k

summary: jaemin notices how innocent you are and he can’t help but take advantage of this.

content warning: loss of virginity, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), multiple orgasms, missionary, reader is very inexperienced, jaemin is pretty manipulative, usage of pet names (good girl, princess, angel)

a/n : this is not what i was planning to post next but oh well it’s here now! hope u enjoy it! feedback is greatly appreciated as always and happy new year! my new year’s resolution as a writer is to stop trying to write a million stories at once and then not posting any of them lol. also just realized this is my second time writing roommate jaemin hehe idk i’m kinda obsessed with him and this trope

pss: would you guys like me to post drabbles? i’ve been thinking about it but can’t decide, lemme know in the comments or my req/ask box :))

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Jaemin was so glad that you were clueless.

When he first moved in as your roommate, he immediately noticed you were too trusting… Letting a stranger like him move in with you without asking many questions. But the rent was good and the prospect of living with someone as pretty as yourself kept him from saying anything about it.

As he discovered the extent of your innocence, Jaemin found himself unable to resist taking advantage of it. He wanted to know just how much he could get away with.

So, on a particularly chilly winter night, Jaemin seized the opportunity and knocked on your door while you were cozily tucked into bed.

"Can I sleep here, princess? I think the heating broke down in my room," Jaemin asked, his head peeking through the door.

Even he knew that was a weak excuse. The apartment had centralized heating, so if it worked in your room, it definitely worked in his. But surprisingly, you fell for it.

"Oh, of course, Jaem," you replied with the softest tone, the nickname you’d given him already making him semi-hard.

He joined you in bed, keeping some initial distance. However, as soon as he noticed you in the skimpiest pajama dress, he felt himself growing harder in his sweatpants. You lay facing him, a sleepy smile on your face, your eyes glowing in the night light, completely oblivious to the thoughts racing through his mind and down to his dick.

"Are you okay, Jaem?" you asked softly, noticing him wince and shift a bit.

"Uhm... yeah, just... uncomfortable," he said absentmindedly.

"Are you uncomfortable with me?" you asked, your big eyes staring up at him.

"Oh no no, princess, it's not you. It's just..." he sighed, "Sometimes it hurts down there, and it will keep hurting until I do something about it."

It's amusing how he tried so hard to explain it, treating you like a kid despite you being his age, and ironically, the reason he was like this in the first place.

"Why does it hurt?" you asked, genuine worry in your eyes.

Contemplating whether to use your innocence to his advantage, he decided to take the risk. "Well, you see... whenever I'm with you, it kind of just hurts. It gets so hard, and I can’t handle it," he said, hoping you bought his act.

"Because of me?" you brought your hands to your cheeks, the action pushing your boobs together and making them practically spill out of your pjs "And c-can I make it better somehow? I feel so bad..."

Oh, clueless pretty thing.

"Of course, you can make it better, princess... you're the only one who can," he said, getting closer to your smaller frame. You didn't move away and simply let him grab your hand.

He placed it on top of his erection, "See how swollen it is? It hurts," you pouted, feeling terrible that this was your fault. "Will you help me fix it then?" You nodded at once, and Jaemin smiled. "Good girl."

He took off his shirt, and you were momentarily stunned by how toned his chest and abs were. You'd seen him shirtless before but never from this close.

"Princess, you're drooling," he teased, softly grabbing your chin so you would look at him.

"I'm not," you whined but still attempted to clean the imaginary drool off your face.

"So cute," he laughed, "will you take this off for me?" He pointed to his sweatpants.

"M-me? Uhm... okay," you said, and with shaky hands, you slid his pants down his legs. It was a bit hard pushing them past his bulge, and he noticed how this made you blush.

"Thank you, pretty girl," he pulled you back up, and now you were straddling him, only the thin fabric of your panties and his boxers separating your cores.

He experimentally rutted against you to gauge your reaction, and it was entirely worth it. Your face contorting, the way you gasped and made an "O" with your pretty plump lips. He never saw anything better.

"You trust me, right, princess?" he asked, his eyes heavy on you.

"Y-yes... I trust you."

He smiled and switched your positions, now hovering over your body. He caressed your cheeks, and then his hand went down until he reached the border of your PJ dress. He pulled it up until it was pooling right below your chest.

"So pretty," he said, his lips ghosting over your stomach.

"Jaem, that tickles!" you laughed, pushing his head.

"Princess, before you can help me, I gotta prepare you, okay?" He suddenly got serious again, his eyes with that dark glow you saw earlier. You nodded, your heart picking up pace when he suddenly hovered over your clothed core.

Then, locking eyes with you, he pulled your panties to the side. The abrupt shift from the cool air hitting you to his warm breath so close to your most private part gave you goosebumps all over.

Out of the blue, he licked a streak along your core. You gasped, nudging his head away. No one had ever touched you there, let alone licked you.

"You gotta relax, baby," he said, his voice so growly it almost had a purr to it.

Though he didn’t really give you a chance to relax. He latched his mouth directly to your cunt, sucking viciously, and the sensation was almost overwhelming.

"Oh my g-.. Jaemin," you moaned, the intensity taking you by surprise.

After a few minutes of relentlessly eating you out, he pulled away, his nose, mouth, and chin glossy with your juices. The knot in your stomach was so tight it could explode. But just when you thought he was finished, he inserted a finger. He explored your insides with vigor until he found that sweet spot, causing you to release a string of curses and curl your toes.

That was your first orgasm.

"You're ready for me now, beautiful," he said, planting one last kiss on your inner thigh before crawling until he was directly on top of you.

“… m’ so tired, Jaem..." you mewled.

"I know, I know... just hang on a bit more. You wanna help me, right?" he asked, gently moving some stray hairs away from your forehead.

You nodded, and he rewarded you with a chaste kiss on your lips. With a playful grin, he pulled down his boxers and even though you were spent, curiosity got the best of you so you peeked down. He was so big and thick; it startled you for a moment.

"Now, angel... tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

Jaemin was trying so hard to be gentle, but seeing you like that, all pliant and open for him, made him want nothing more than to fuck you hard into next week.

He pulled down your panties, amused by the way they stuck to you from how wet you were. Tossing them aside, he wasted no time positioning himself at your entrance. The tip was barely in, and you already felt overwhelmed. "I don't think it'll fit..." you said, but he seemed not to have heard, leaning in to kiss all over your neck and collarbone.

This distraction allowed him to go in more, and you held onto his shoulders for support.

"You're doing so good for me," Jaemin whispered against your skin.

When he bottomed out, he already felt like he would cum fast from how tightly you were squeezing him. He kept whispering for you to relax, and only when you did did he start moving at a somewhat slow pace.

"You feel so fucking good," he whimpered, his thrusts picking up pace and turning you into a moaning, writhing mess.

"J-j-Jaem..." you were unable to form a coherent sentence with how hard he was fucking you now.

"Fuck… I… should've… done… this… sooner," he grunted, his eyes locked on the mesmerizing bounce of your boobs.

"I'm… I feel so…" you whimpered, tears forming in your eyes as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

He could tell you were getting there from how your walls were pulsating around him. So, he grabbed your legs, hoisting them up on his shoulders for some deeper access. This new angle had him hitting just the right spot, and in no time, you turned into a moaning, sobbing mess. He eased into a slower rhythm, helping you ride out your second orgasm.

"That's it, good girl," he moaned looking at the scene between your bodies as your release dripped down from your pretty cunt.

After you came, he didn't pull out. He was the one wanting to get a little more out of this, after all.

So, once your breathing had calmed down a bit, he resumed thrusting into you, each one driving deeper than the last.

"Jae… I- I can't…" you whined, too sensitive down there.

"You said… you would help me, princess..."

And so he kept fucking you hard. It didn't take long for your third orgasm to creep up, your walls squeezing the life out of him again. Relentless, he kept going even after you'd cummed again, pushing until he felt his own orgasm approach. That’s when he pulled out right away, his release spilling generously over your lower stomach.

He collapsed next to you, both of you panting.

"Does it still hurt, Jaem?" you asked innocently, looking at him.

He smiled softly at you and gently caressed your cheek.

"No, princess. You made me all better."

Jaemin loved how clueless you were.

btw i’m not ignoring requests it’s just taking me forever to finish the other stories i’m writing so requests are on hold for a little bit, you can still send but it’ll take me a minute to get to them :(

[wcters]

OVER SPILLED COFFEE

pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

word count: 1.9k

summary: you run into daniel at a race, completely oblivious to who he is and what he does ━━ or ━━ a spilled coffee turns into a lot more than you thought it would

warnings/contents: readers job is a crime scene investigator (it’s important, i promise), some awkward moments (i know nothing about flirting), some swearing, violence, sexual innuendos

author’s note: may not be the best writing as it is my first time writing for f1 and i’m still new, first time trying instagram dm’s and things like that so let me know what you think

The sound of the apartment door opening fills your senses as you wake your way into the apartment, pulling your shoes off and putting your keys in the bowl. You brush a hand through your hair as you breathe out a big sigh. When you get home, you finally let the days stress hit you, then you brush it off, and separate yourself from your work. It’s important not to bring home what you do. It would be damaging. As you make your way to the kitchen to refill your water-bottle, your phone rings from inside your pocket.

Setting your bottle down, you answer it without checking who it is. “Hey!” Your friends voice chimes out. By the sound of it, she needs a favour. “Hey. What do you need?” You ask her, lightly laughing as she gets out a “what do you mean?” “I know your voice. Now spit it out before I reconsider.”

“You know how I was going with Kayla to the Miami Grand Prix?” You nod, forgetting she can’t see you. “Yeah ━━ what was that again?” “It’s a formula one race being held.” You hum in response. “Well, she came down with a cold, no one else is available, and these paddock passes were too expensive to not use. Will you go with me?” You can hear her smile over the phone. “I don’t know . . .” “Come on y/n, you never go out unless it’s grocery shopping, work, or when I drag you out. This will be good for you. Plus, it may get you into formula one so I have another person to talk about it to.” You chuckle at that.

“First of all ━━ you are dragging me out, and second of all you do talk to me about it.” She lets put a huff that you know means “you know what I mean”. You do never really go out. It’s not that you’re a hermit and don’t want to, you just don’t get a lot of opportunities to and when you do, you can’t help but remember places you’ve been to at work and what happened there. At least at these Grand Prix thing nothing bad has happened as you know. “Fine.” She squeals and says thank you a million times before telling you when it is and when she’ll pick you up.

That’s how you end up in the paddock at the Miami International Autrodrome, following your friend around as she explains different things to you and fangirls over people. You remember some names that she had told you during one of her rants, and you smile when you see the smile on her face. You’re glad that she’s having fun, that makes you happy and makes this more enjoyable. During your walk, you stop at a coffee bar and grab an iced coffee while she gets a redbull coffee ━━ whatever that means ━━ and explains how the redbull team has it at every race. “You’ve wanted to try that since forever right?” You ask her, trading coffees and taking a sip. “Yeah. It’s supposed to taste amazing and also gives me the boost of caffeine coffee is supposed because it doesn’t from how much I drink.”

As you sip and she chugs her drink, you stop in front of a bathroom and she instructs you to wait as she goes in. You wait a little ways away, tucked out of the way and scrolling through your phone. It seems the person coming your way was also doing that as he accidentally bumped into you. You drop your phone, coffee lid opening and spilling down your shirt. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”

The first thing you note is that this coffee is incredibly cold, and that the man who bumped into you has an Australian accent. You bring yourself back and out of the cold feeling, facing the man. He must work here because he has a RB racing shirt on and a lanyard. “It’s alright.” You politely smile and pick up your phone. It’s not. It’s cold as fuck and it’s wet. “I wasn’t watching where I was going and,” his voice trails off as you look around for an area to get something to clean you up.

There’s a pause before “I have an extra shirt in my room if you want.” The man offers. You’re a bit puzzled as to why he has his own room but you’re too concerned on the feeling of coffee in your shirt. “You sure you wont murder me?” You asked, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. “Yes, I’m sure.” You stare at him for a little longer before you nod and tell him to lead the way. “I’m Daniel,” he tells you. You introduce yourself as you wrap your arms around yourself, feeling self conscious at the way people are staring at you two.

“Straight to murder, eh?” He joked as you followed him. You shrugged, “it’s my first instinct. My job revolves around it.” He looked at you with a puzzled look, as if asking you to explain. “I’m a crime scene investigator,” you revealed as you got to a door and he led you in. You take in the surroundings as he opens a closet and digs around to find you a clean shirt. “My job is to determine ━━ well, more like make an educated guess ━━ on if the person was assaulted and how.” You thank him as he passes you a shirt he finds. He stands waiting for you to continue until he lets out an “oh!” and turns around, blush on his cheeks as he apologizes.

“How do you do that?” He seemed genuinely interested in your conversation, not just making small talk to cover the fact that a woman he’s just met is changing behind him. “The main thing I do is blood pattern analysis,” you start, voice slightly muffled as you skip your shirt off, “blood behaves to specific scientific principles as all liquids do, and so i use that information and what blood there is at a crime scene to do that.” You grab the RB shirt from between your legs and slip it on, telling him he can turn around.

“So we can analyze the size, shape, distribution, location and use the behaviour of blood, physics like the velocity and capillary action, math to determine things such as where did it come from, what caused the wounds, and how were they positioned to make a guess or determine what happened.” Daniel makes a slightly shocked face. “You can do all that from a blood splatter?” “Yeah, just like any other pattern,” you shrug while smiling, you feel proud, “I took a course on it. It’s really just looking at what’s around you. It takes a trained eye.”

“I think you’re one of the smartest people I have ever met.” He tells you, and you blush. “Thanks.” You mumble. You both stand there before you mumble about having to get back. “Oh right, of course. I’m sorry.” Daniel apologies as he reaches for the door and opens it, allowing you to go first. You walk side by side as you continue to talk about your work. When you get to the end of the garage, you say goodbye and you head to try and find your friend.

You eventually bump into her at the same coffee station. “Where were you?” she almost yells, “I was so worried!” “A guy spilled coffee on me and then offered to get me another shirt. I think he worked her. His name was Daniel.” Your friend finally notices the shirt you’re wearing and a look comes across her face. “Daniel Ricciardo?” “I don’t know. I didn’t get his last name.” You shrug, not realizing what the big deal is. Who’s this Daniel Ricciardo and why is he so important.

“What did he look like?” She pestered. “Tall, curly brunette, Australian,” she interrupts you with a gasp. You look at her confused. “That was Daniel Ricciardo, the F1 driver?” You look confused until you remember how she was talking about him a couple weeks ago. “Oh . . . Cool.” “I can’t believe you’re being so chill about this.” She shakes her head with a small smile. “I just don’t know that much about this, and don’t really care if he’s famous. He bumped into me and ruined my good shirt.” You tell her, lifting up the shirt. You laughs and let’s put a “true.”

You continue the day as you would’ve, her telling you more about Daniel Ricciardo, and pointing out his car during the race, as well as the other drivers. You’re starting to understand a little more. She gets a couple photos signed from other drivers and you both leave happy. You happy that you learned some new things and got a break from being inside your house and her happy that she got to do this. You knew it had been something she wanted to do forever.

When you go to bed that night after throwing your dirty shirt in the laundry with another load, you hang up the shirt that Daniel gave you and went to bed thinking about what happened that day, and that you also didn’t get a refund for your coffee.

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yourusername had a fun weekend! thank you @yourfriend for the tickets and to the guy who spilled my coffee: you are forgiven because of the new shirt you got me, but i want a refund for my coffee 😌

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yourfriend can’t believe you met daniel ricciardo and yet you want a refund for your coffee

↳ yourusername that was a good shirt :((

↳ kayla.k you met daniel ricciardo?!

kayla.k never been more mad at myself for being sick

user1 rip coffee

user2 so jealous

danielricciardo

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danielricciardo miami was great. not sure if he is alive but very happy for lando norris. and to the girl who’s coffee i spilled: i am very sorry but at least you got a t-shirt out of it 😄

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landonorris i’m not sure if i’m alive either but thanks mate

↳ danielricciardo always

user3 that last photo 💀 you know he messed up something

user4 you spilled someone’s coffee? how’d that happen?

charles_leclerc from the videos i have, i’m not sure he’s alive either 😂

yourfriend @yourusername

↳ yourusername what?

↳ yourfriend he talked about you!

↳ yourusername i guess so 🤷‍♀️ i still want my refund

user5 he’s too cute

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f1gossip daniel ricciardo was seen out for dinner last night in miami with mystery girl a couple days after the miami grand prix. who do you think she is? 👀

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user1 maybe that’s the girl who he was talking about in his instagram caption

↳ user2 i doubt it. it’s not like their meeting was a big thing, he just spilt her coffee

user3 i’m just wondering why we’re still getting all up their personal lives

user4 you can tell it’s daniel from how tall he is . . . or the girl is incredibly short

↳ user5 i think it’s just daniel’s giant frame

user6 don’t crush my dreams 😩😩😩

yourfriend @yourusername girl what

yourfriend @yourusername text me asap

You didn’t even have time to see your friends comment on instagram before she’s calling you. “Hello?” You asked, making your way to your apartment. “Was that you in that post?” “What post?” You heard a scoff of disbelief. “The one with daniel and a girl who likes strikingly similar to you on a date last night? You just told me you were busy. Not busy with daniel ricciardo!” She yelled the last bit and you had to pull your phone away from your ear.

“I didnt know I had to! It was just a date.” You explained as you opened your apartment door and took off your shoes. “It doesn’t matter if it’s just a date, and it doesn’t even matter that much about who it’s with, you haven’t been on a date in forever.” You could tell she was genuinely happy for you when she said that and you smiled and blushed. You shrugged even though she couldn’t see you. “You have to meet me at a coffee shop and spill.” “Alright. Twenty minutes?” You replied. “See you soon girlie.”

You were there within fifteen minutes and were greeted with your friend smiling at you. You hugged her as she got up to greet you and then you sat down, taking a sip of the coffee she ordered you. “Besides the fact that he’s a famous driver, i am really happy for you babe. It’s good to see you happy and taking some time for yourself.” She told you as she grabbed your hand across the table. You smiled at her as you thanked her. She gave you a look as if asking you to start talking. “He’s really nice.” You gushed.

Her smile got wider than you’ve ever seen. “That’s so good! What happened? Where did you go?” “He picked up from my apartment almost 10 minutes early,” “ooh he’s early, gentleman.” Your friend teased. “He held the door open to the car and the restaurant. We went to that place on the corner near the diner we always go to. It wasn’t too fancy, it was like he knew what I liked.” You continued to ramble, your friend becoming more and more excited. “Yeah, so, I think we might be doing it again.” You finished, your coffee almost done.

“Y/n. Oh my god. You have to text me after and let me know. I want to know if this works out. I really hope it does.” “I will text you immediately after, unless we end up watching a movie or something.” She winked at you when you said that.

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yourusername all because of spilled coffee ☕️ p.s. i got my refund

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yourfriend I KNEW IT

yourfriend i’m a mastermind 🤷‍♀️

user1 is that daniel ricciardo

user2 so cute!

danielricciardo ❤️❤️

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user3 is this the coffee girl?

↳ user4 i think so, it has to be right?

user5 WE FOUND HER Y’ALL

kayla.k i’ve never been more jealous but also happy i couldn’t go to that race

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danielricciardo never been more glad to spill someone’s coffee

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landonorris WHAT

user1 she’s an icon already, i can tell

yourusername you really outed me in the last one 😧😔

↳ danielricciardo that’s my job!

maxverstappen1 why didn’t i about know this??

↳ danielricciardo i’m sorry babe 😭😭

user2 y/n is really just a third wheel

↳ yourusername i love my boyfriend and his boyfriend

↳ user3 ICON

georgerussell63 next you’re going to announce that you’re secretly american and from texas

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↳ user4 you’re joking.

user5 i don’t know if i want to be him or her

[hischierhoney]

Snowglobe // pt. ii

ski patrol!nico hischier x reader

summary: the storm has cleared, and your vacation is back on track, except for one new development: Nico. 9.3k words. read part 1 here!

warnings: suggestive content/mild smut (18+), mentions of alcohol

“Long time no see,” Nico says, appearing at the end of your table.

Despite the way your nerves spike, despite the way your heart jumps, you smile up at him. “Hi, stranger.”

He’s holding two glasses- in one, half a beer, in the other, something that looks like your favorite drink. You remember telling him that, a sorry excuse for a fun fact about yourself in comparison to his, but he’d nodded firmly, like he was committing it to memory. Maybe he was.

“Guys, this is Nico,” you say to your friends, met with smiles and knowing eyebrow raises. “My savior.”

“Just doing my job,” he says, setting the glass down on the table in front of you.

You lean forward and take a sip through the straw. Yep. Just perfect. “And now? Just doing your job again?”

You hold your breath. Maybe he’s just being nice, but this feels like a pretty obvious signal. A sign that maybe he was feeling it all, too. That you weren’t reading too far into the arm around your shoulder on the lift ride down the mountain.

He grins, shakes his head. “Nope. I’m off the clock.”

You grin right back and shove at the empty chair next to you with your foot. “Take a load off, then.”

…..

Nico’s not quite sure how he ended up here.

Generally, sure, he remembers. The bar, your laugh, the drink, the seat kicked out for him. Talking, for ages, with you and your friends, whose names he’s trying desperately to keep straight. It’s not that he doesn’t want to talk to them, get to know them- he does. They seem great.

It’s just that things got a little harder to focus on after the second drink and the move to the spot near the fireplace.

It’s warm here. Cozy. The fire is roaring to combat the fresh snow outside, and he’s melting comfortably into the leather chair beneath him. At some point, Jack, Luke, Timo, and Jonas joined you and Nico and your friends. It’s a bit of a crowd. A bit hard to track the conversation.

Especially with his arm back around your shoulders, you melting into his side, your knees tucked up onto the seat you’re sharing with him, the side of your leg resting against his thigh. When he shifts slightly and pulls you just a little closer, you go so willingly, leaning your head back against his chest.

He takes a sip of his beer, the one that Jack so graciously got him so that Nico didn’t have to get up and risk losing this. He’s in heaven. He could die happy, right here. He’s never been more glad he went out after work.

You laugh at something Jack said, something probably stupid. He wasn’t paying attention. He does pay attention, however, to the way you lean closer, to the way you steady yourself with a hand on his knee. He grins and squeezes your shoulder, like he thinks it’s funny, too.

He finally zones back in when he hears you speak up.

“What’s the plan for tomorrow?”

You’re not talking to him- you’re talking to your friends. Right. You’re here on vacation, here to ski. Honestly, he’s pretty impressed- you’d mentioned wanting to get back on the slopes as soon as possible, even after getting stuck overnight. He’s happy it didn’t ruin the whole thing for you.

“Oh, I’m definitely sleeping in till noon,” one of them says.

“Same!” Jack agrees, leaning over to high five her.

“You work at 10:00,” Luke points out.

“They’ll survive without me.”

“You work for ski patrol-“

Under Nico’s arm, you sigh. “Oh. Don’t you wanna make the most of it? We’re only here for three more days.”

Suddenly, Nico’s chest feels tight. He hadn’t even considered that you might be leaving soon. Sure, three days is a lot of time, but he has to work on at least two of those days. He’s doing the math, and he doesn’t like the results. And despite the time he spent with you, he has no idea where you’re actually from. You could live across the country, for all he knows.

“I’m already exhausted. Maybe not noon, but we can sleep in until 10:00 or so. Plenty of time,” your friend quips.

You sigh. “If we sleep in till 10:00 we’ll miss breakfast.”

He can hear the disappointment in your voice. He gets where your friends are coming from- it’s their vacation, too. But god, how could anyone turn down breakfast with you? How could anyone give up more time with you? How could anyone be so-

He blinks. Across the table, another one of your friends- Beck, he thinks- is staring at him. Jack’s next to her, his eyes wide. Oh.

He clears his throat. “Hey. Can I take you to breakfast?”

When you turn to look up at him, you’re already smiling wide. Your hand is still on his knee, and you squeeze, softly. He feels warm all over, and it’s not just from the fireplace.

“Really?” You ask, eyes lit up like fresh sparkling snow. “You wanna?”

“Of course,” he says. “I’d be happy to.”

You grin, resting your cheek against his chest. “You really are my hero, you know.”

…..

By the time you leave the bar that night, you’re pleasantly tipsy, you have what you think is maybe a date with Nico set for the next morning, and Nico has your number in his phone to call you in case you sleep through your alarm. The perfect ending to the day.

”It’s definitely a date,” your friend, Dakota, says insistently, on the walk back to your rooms.

She’s been elbowing you since you left the bar, since you said goodnight to Nico and his friends. Your other friend, Kimmy, had to practically drag you out of the chair the two of you had been sharing. In your defense, you were comfy. In Kimmy’s defense, you were also falling asleep.

“I don’t know,” you mumble. “I mean. Maybe he’s just being nice. I don’t wanna read too much into it.”

Beck is walking ahead of the three of you, but she stops on a dime, turning to you, one perfect brow arched. “You cannot be serious.”

You sigh. Dakota pats your upper back. You’re so tired. And quite tipsy. And you miss Nico already.

“He remembered your favorite drink. He found you at the bar,” Beck says, ticking items off on her fingertips. “He offered to take you out for breakfast. Early. Get it together, babe. He’s into you.”

You sigh. “He’s really pretty.”

Kimmy laughs. “Very. Come on. Bed time. You have a date bright and early.”

They drop you off at your room, and you get ready for bed and then crawl under the covers happily. You set your phone down to charge, with an alarm set for 6am- Nico has to work at 9:00, so breakfast is set for 7:00. Normally, for a first date, you’d be agonizing over what to wear and how to do your hair, but Nico’s already seen you undone, seen you fall asleep in the ski hut. Anything will be better than that, you suppose.

There’s a text from Nico, on your phone screen when you look.

See you tomorrow morning!

You smile as you respond.

Can’t wait!

You wake up at 6am the next day to lightly falling snow. You get ready like you normally would, nothing crazy, though your hands are shaking with nerves. Nico sent you directions on how to get to the restaurant you’re meeting at. You get free breakfast in the hotel lobby, but he swears by this place, and says it’s the best around. You’re inclined to believe him. He seems to have good taste- he made ramen packets taste gourmet.

He’s already at the restaurant when you arrive, sitting at what you think is probably the best table in the whole place. It’s close to the fireplace, with a beautiful view out of the window of the early morning snow. Your hands feel clammy, your face warm. He’s in nearly the same outfit as you, dark jeans and a cozy, thick sweater. His hair is out from under his beanie, falling perfectly in a soft halo around his face.

You can’t quite believe you get to have breakfast with him.

When he spots you, he stands with a wide smile, eyes lit up brightly. He pulls you into a hug once you’re in arm’s reach, and you lean into him. You’d stay there all day, if it was socially acceptable, but instead, you let him pull your chair out for you and sit down. He follows suit.

There’s a pitcher of orange juice already on the table, along with a couple glasses of water, and you smile. Nico’s watching you, a matching smile on his own face.

“Morning,” you say, softly. “How’d you sleep?”

“Fine, once I actually got home,” he says.

Then he launches into a story about having to drag Jack home from the bar, and it’s like the two of you never even left that little ski hut.

There’s something about Nico that just makes this so easy. He’s funny and kind, fun to talk to. Even the pauses, the silences, are comfortable. You sip orange juice and tell him your own stories and order food to share because you both can’t decide. Outside, the snow glitters. It’s like you’re in your own little snowglobe, your own perfect frozen moment.

Except that this is real. The way Nico slides his chair a little closer to yours is real. The way he smiles at every story you tell is real. He keeps your glass of juice full. He lets his hand rest on yours, under the tablecloth. Your heart is racing in the best way.

His eyes are crinkled at the corners the whole time. You want to keep them that way, forever.

After breakfast, he insists on walking you back to the main lodge. It’s snowing lightly, and he helps zip your jacket up before you step outside. You don’t bother with your gloves. Instead, you shove one hand in your pocket, and slip the other into his, fingers knit together. Like a puzzle piece, a perfect fit, as he squeezes his fingers against yours slightly.

The hotel lobby is quiet, nearly empty. He holds your hand all the way to the elevator, where he finally drops his grip. He’s being a gentleman, you think- doesn’t want to assume anything, doesn’t want to follow you up to your room. Besides, he has to work soon.

“Well. Maybe I’ll see you on the mountain today?” You suggest, standing face to face with him while you wait for the elevator.

He nods. “I’ll keep an eye out for you. But no getting stuck this time, yeah? Looks like it’s gonna be a beautiful day.”

You nod. “I’ll be safe, promise.”

He lifts a hand and squeezes your shoulder. “And if you get into trouble, you know who to call.”

You nod. The elevator dings behind you, and your heart sinks. You don’t want to go. You don’t want him to go. You’re not done yet.

“And maybe let me know when you get done with work?” You suggest. “I mean, if you’re not busy tonight.”

He grins, wide, dimples digging into his cheeks. “I actually just cleared my schedule.”

“Right now?”

“Right now. Nothing important, anyways,” he laughs. “I get done around 5:00.”

“Perfect,” you say, with a soft sigh. “Well. I’ll see you later, then, Nico.”

Before you can second guess yourself, you lean up, place your hands on his shoulders, and kiss his cheek. Very smooth, very suave of you. When you pull away, his eyes are shut, lashes tangled against his cheeks. You back away toward the elevator, trying to burn this image into your brain. Nico, all smiley, red cheeked and watching you go. Truly a sight to behold.

…..

Nico floats through his shift. He floats through the morning briefing, earning himself an elbow to the ribs from Jonas when he nearly misses his roll call. He floats while he’s getting suited up, feeling his cheeks go red as his jacket all over again when he thinks about you. He floats when they take the lift up to the top to open up a couple runs-

“You’re being weird,” Timo says, seated on the lift next to him. “Was breakfast that good?”

Nico nods. He doesn’t know how to explain it to anyone else. It’s something out of a postcard, a hallmark movie, a moment frozen in a snowglobe. It makes his chest ache in the best way.

She kissed me, he wants to say. On the cheek, but still. It counts for something. It means everything to him.

“I think we might hang out again tonight,” he says, instead.

Timo whistles lowly. If Jack was here, he’d be making whip noises. Nico’s not sure he’d even care.

“You really like her, huh?” He asks.

Nico nods, again. “I… I can’t explain it. We just… click.”

Tim nods in understanding. “Yeah. I could see it, last night, at the bar. You just look… comfortable, around her.”

Nico feels his cheeks get red all over again as he smiles sheepishly. Timo sees, of course he does, and elbows him again as he breaks into laughter.

“Hey man,” he teases, patting Nico’s shoulder as they near the end of the lift. “We’re just happy to see you happy.”

It’s near lunchtime when he spots you out on the slopes.

He should maybe be embarrassed by the fact that he recognizes you so easily, that your jacket and helmet stand out to him so well. He waves, anyways, embarrassment be damned, despite the fact that Jack and Luke are standing right next to him, despite the fact that you’re probably not even going to look his way. He watches you wave back, though, and then you ski over, and his heart starts racing in his chest, the same way it did when you walked into the restaurant in that cozy sweater this morning, a smile already on your face.

You pull up your goggles when you come up to them, resting them on your helmet. “Long time no see,” you tease.

“Hey, stranger,” he echoes, grinning back at you. “How are the slopes?”

“Wonderful,” you say with a happy sigh, your eyes sparkling in the sunlight. “So much fresh snow.”

“Almost worth getting stuck on the mountain, huh?”

He says, quietly.

You grin wider and nod. “I think a lot of things made that worth it.”

He feels warm all over in the best way. He wants to clock out, right now. Wants to ask you to leave with him. Go anywhere. He wants to pull you in close and kiss you, for real this time, the way he’s been dreaming of since that night stuck in the ski hut.

“Well, I’ll stop bothering you guys,” you say, reaching out to pat his shoulder. “Have a good rest of your shift, boys.”

Nico watches you go, barely even noticing the whip noises coming from the soundboard app on Jack’s phone.

“Leave him alone,” Luke says. “He’s in a hallmark movie. You wish you were him.”

…..

There’s really no better end to a day of skiing than a couple drinks, a hearty dinner, and a dip in the outdoor hot tub. The steam and mist surround you and your friends, snow lightly falling, the stars glittering above your heads where they peek through the clouds. The area is lit softly with warm lamps, and your glass of wine balances on the edge next to the water.

When the only person who could’ve possibly made this better appears in the doorway, your heart skips a beat.

Nico had texted you as soon as he was off work, mentioning he’d need to run home for a bit but that after that he was free. You’d already been headed to dinner at that point, plus had plans to head to the hot tub, and your friends had told you to invite him along. Now he’s here, and they’re giving you knowing smiles, and you’re…

You’re trying not to stare. Nico’s handsome, you know that. You’d also known he was fit, in theory. But his, something about seeing him like this, uncovered, finally, has your brain melting a little bit. His chest, his abs, his arms, his thighs. You want to touch.

You break out of your stupor to wave him over, as if he hasn’t already seen you, as if you aren’t the only ones here.

He smiles when he slips into the water, taking a seat next to you. He lets out a soft sigh, and you can see the tension in his shoulders unraveling. The steam billows around him, water already sticking to his skin. His dark hair looks freshly washed, towel dried. You want to run your fingers through it, but you resist.

“How was work?” You ask.

“Uneventful,” he says.

Dakota giggles. “No damsels in distress to rescue this time?”

You scoff. “I was only mildly in distress.”

Nico laughs as he rests an arm across the edge of the pool, his hand almost touching your shoulder. “No, no damsels.”

You turn towards him, blinking softly. “Good.”

“But Jack did manage to put his ski boots on the wrong feet,” he adds. “So there was some distress.”

“I think Jack would argue that he is a damsel,” Beck drawls.

Nico nods in agreement. “You’re probably right.”

You inch closer to him on the bench. In response, he smiles down at you, his hand slipping off the edge to rest against your shoulder, fingertips just barely slipping beneath the water. You’re warm, already, from the hot water, but sitting next to him like this has you heating up in a completely different way.

“How was your day?” He asks, quietly, as your friends chatter about some story Jack had told the night before.

“Amazing,” you sigh. “You guys have some good runs.”

He hums. “Everyone treated you nicely? No issues to report?”

You laugh and shake your head. “This really handsome guy ski patrols guy even bought me breakfast this morning. Talk about hospitality.”

It’s a leap of faith, but it proves to be worth it for the smile that breaks across Nico’s face, dimples running deep.

“Well, you know,” he says. “Least I could do for someone as pretty as you. And someone who was such good company.”

You smile up at him and lean closer, press yourself into his side. His arm wraps a little tighter to hold you there. Beneath the water, you let your hand drop to his knee, fingers tracing a swirling pattern against his skin. He shivers.

Dakota is the first one to tap out. She yawns, her curly ponytail bobbling atop her head as she shakes it off. “M’gonna turn in, I think. Long day.”

You scoff. “You woke up at 10:30.”

She glares at you. You’re not sure why you’re protesting, anyways. The sooner they leave…

Kimmy exchanges a look with Beck. “I think I might go up, too. Maybe we’ll get an early start tomorrow.”

You nod, absentmindedly, turning a little more toward Nico. You say goodnight to them, promising to text when you get back to your room and making plans for the next day as they gather their things.

Before she leaves, Beck crouches down next to the steps on the deck, wrapped up in her hotel robe. She beckons you over with two fingers. You leave Nico’s side reluctantly. She’s smiling wide, but she puts on a look of concern.

“You good?” She whispers.

Nico’s pretending he can’t hear. Maybe he really can’t, over the hot tub jets.

You nod enthusiastically. “So good.”

“Okay,” she says, her eyes flickering towards Nico. “Just because he saved you on the mountain-“

“Beck,” you protest, laughing a little. “I’m good. He’s good. He’s…”

“Yeah,” your friend says, her gaze going soft again. “I can tell.”

She gives you a loud kiss to the top of your head, stands up, and leaves, tossing you a wink over her shoulder. You turn back around. Nico hasn’t moved, arm still outstretched on the pool edge. He’s watching you with dark eyes, a soft smile on his lips.

“Come back,” he says, quietly.

So you do.

…..

The snow is still falling, melting like sugar when it hits the hot water. Steam curls up from the surface, wrapping around Nico’s every worry and anxiety about all of this and wiping them away. You’re there, tucked in against his side, your hand back on his leg. You want to be there.

Your head rests in the crook of his neck, nose brushing against his jaw. His chest aches. His hand, previously on your shoulder, slips lower. He brushes against your arm, and then slides under to hold your waist, fingers pressed against the warm skin under the water. You melt a little, beneath his touch. It makes him wonder how you’d react to all the ways he wants to touch you.

You turn towards him, one hand still planted on his leg, the other coming up to trace a line across his shoulder. You pick up water droplets along the way. Goosebumps follow your lead. He sinks a little further under, the water lapping at the hair at the nape of his neck.

He’s waiting for a signal. A sign. The right time. He’ll know it when he sees it. He takes a chance, presses a soft kiss to the swell of your cheek, then your temple.

You sigh. It’s almost a whine. His heart stutters.

“Are you gonna kiss me now, or are you gonna keep me waiting?” You ask, eyes wide and sparkling where you’re looking up at him.

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

Kissing you is like nothing he’s ever had before. It’s everything he expected and more. It’s warm and bright, and you taste a little bit like wine, and a lot like you. Momentarily, the thought crosses his mind- he’s glad he didn’t do this in the hut. He’d have gotten lost in it, the way he is now, and the two of you would’ve never left.

You sigh against his lips, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, parts your lips with his own and takes. He cups your jaw in one hand, squeezes your hip with the other, feels your hands trailing down his chest and up his thigh. He’s so warm, overheating, almost. He aches with it. He needs you closer, needs you stuck to him like glue, needs to feel every inch of your body.

He wants to pull you into his lap.

You do it for him.

He winces, slightly, when you settle atop him, straddling his thighs. Because there’s not much between the two of you, just his swim trunks and your flimsy swimsuit, and he’s hard, already. It’s a little ridiculous, he knows.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, pulling back just slightly. Your brows furrow. He nods between the two of you. “About… You’re just so pretty, and I-“

And you laugh, that beautiful sound, his new favorite thing. You laugh, and you kiss his surely reddening cheeks.

“Nico,” you say, close to his ear, lips dragging against his skin. “Don’t you dare apologize.”

When you lean back to kiss him again, you rock your hips into his. This. This is heaven. He lets his hands roam, lets his fingers trace over every inch of skin. In return, he feels you, mapping his body beneath your own fingertips. It’s new. It’s good. He pulls away, slightly, and kisses down your jaw, trailing towards your neck. He grins at the feeling of your fingers in his hair. Your other hand reaches for his left bicep, prodding at his tattoo.

“What’s this?” You ask, out of breath.

Now?, he wants to say, you want to know this now?

He muffles his laughter into your neck, and you shiver. “Zodiac signs.”

He slips a finger under the strap of your swimsuit, the one that goes across your back. He toys with the fabric as he drags his teeth against the sensitive skin beneath your ear.

“Whose signs?”

He hums. “My family. My parents, my brother and sister.”

You smile. “That’s sweet.”

He slips his hands around your waist, down to squeeze at your ass, and you seem to forget all about the tattoo when your lips meet his again.

…..

“You know,” you gasp out, some time later, breaking away from his lips. “I have a room.”

Nico smiles softly, like he’s holding back a laugh. His lips are puffy, and you’re sure yours are the same. You can already feel the tingle of the beard burn his stubble and mustache have left behind while he worked his mouth over your neck.

“Is that so?” He says, voice light and lilting.

“Mhm,” you nod. He ducks his head again, lips plush against your collarbone. “We could. You know. Go there.”

This time the laugh does rumble out, deep in his chest. His eyes flicker up to yours, lips dragging downwards, mouthing at the expanse of skin between your neck and your swimsuit.

“We could,” he says. “Or we could stay here.”

You whine, trying to tear your eyes away, trying to stay levelheaded. His dark, almost all pupil gaze isn’t helping. Neither are his hands, teasing at the bare skin of your thighs.

“Yeah, and you could get fired,” you mumble, carding your hand through his hair. “I mean. If you don’t want to, we don’t have to, obviously, but-“

His hand is cupping your face within seconds, wet fingertips pressed against your cheek. He lifts his head to look you in the eye. God, he looks so soft like this. So warm.

“Hey,” he says, softly, kindly. “I want to.”

You grin back at him, and lean in to kiss him one more time.

You pull away, again, a few seconds later, and you hear him grumble at the loss as you slip off his lap. You nod your shoulder towards the door and start for the stairs, trailing your hand behind you towards him in the water.

He catches you halfway across the large hot tub, fingers knitting with yours. He adjusts himself in his swim shorts with a wince- you’re not ashamed of the way you watch. You think you can, by now. Then you towel off and slip into your robe while he wraps a towel around his waist.

He smiles at you, cheeks dimpling. “You look cute.”

And somehow, that’s what makes your face grow hot.

It’s so simple. So easy. In this overly charged moment, it’s sweet. He’s gonna melt you into a puddle if you’re not careful.

…..

It should be awkward, Nico thinks. This part always is. It’s like a reverse walk of shame, almost. There should be something uncomfortable in the air, walking his way to the elevator and up to the hotel room in his swimsuit that does little to hide anything, following after you in your hotel robe, his gaze never leaving you.

It should be awkward, but it isn’t.

It’s almost disconcerting, how right this feels, how simple and easy and comfortable he is. It almost knocks him off balance. But the elevator doors slide open, and you pull him in by the hand, and when they close behind you you punch a button for your floor and turn to look at him, eyes sparkling, and…

There’s no fear here. He feels like he’s been laid open in the best possible way. He suddenly wants to spill his guts to you, tell you his life story and show you his heart. But it’s a hotel elevator, and he’s also so hard, and now is so not the time. He’ll tell you eventually. Before you leave him. You need to know.

…..

Nico pins you up against the door to your room as soon as it closes behind the two of you. You were feeling warm before, but this has you burning up, has you aching for more. His lips are on yours seconds later, hands caging your sides, fingers pressing into the bathrobe. You arch into the touch, your hands on his shoulders and quickly wandering from there. Down, over his chest, skating across his abs, tugging at the hastily tied towel until it falls in a pile on the floor. You tuck your fingers into the waistband of his swim trunks, and he gasps into your mouth.

His hand slips away from your waist, into the pocket of your robe, and comes back with your phone, holding it up. He presses it into your hand.

“You’re supposed to text your friends,” he says. “When you get back to your room safely.”

Then his lips drop to your neck, and you fumble with the slippery piece of glass in your hands. He nips at your pulse point as you open the texts, leaves messy kisses down the line of your neck as you try to type. The words swim on the screen in front of you, your brain preoccupied with Nico Nico hands Nico lips please. It’s full of typos, probably, and they’re going to know you were only half paying attention to it. But Nico’s hands are roaming, and he’s hard where he’s pressed into your hip, and-

You hit send and fight the urge to toss the phone across the room. Instead, you shove it back in your pocket and slip your hands down again, fingers searching for the drawstring on his swimsuit.

It’s not long, then, before he gets you over to the bed, laid out on the cozy hotel sheets and duvet. You stare up at him where he stands at the end of the bed, fingers drawing a path down the front of your robe, to the bow tied with the cotton strap.

“Wait,” he says, gruffly. “I wanna.”

“Then come here,” you say, petulantly.

He laughs, leans over you on the bed, caging you in with his arms beside your head. “Impatient, huh?”

“I prefer needy,” you correct. “Need you.”

He takes his time unwrapping you, his large fingers working delicately at the knot, slipping the robe off your shoulders and opening up more skin in front of him. He traces his lips across new expanses, treating you to new sensations and studying your reactions with knowing grins. You melt into bliss beneath him as he knees his way onto the bed over you, and you wrap your arms around him, fingers tracing the muscles of his back as he gets to know you, too. He kisses the swell of your breasts not covered by your swimsuit, and you sigh. He mouths over the wet fabric, biting gently at the most sensitive spots, and grins against you when you arch your back for him. He undoes the straps of the top and rids you of the fabric, and he groans-

Your hands hover at his waistband. “Can I?”

He nods, eagerly, swallowing hard. Then he nearly collapses, mouth open in a soft pant, when you slip your hand down the front of his swim trunks.

His arms shake beside your head as you wrap your hand around him. You use your other hand to shimmy the clothing down his hips. You can feel him, but you want to see. He looks heavenly in your hands- you swear your mouth waters. He’s big and flushed and hard and leaking, and you-

You want.

Nico groans, his own hands slipping lower, tugging at your swimsuit bottoms. “Can I?” He asks, voice breathy.

“Mhm,” you agree.

They’re gone in seconds, his slow, methodical movements out the window when you’re touching him like this. His thumb brushes at your hip bone, gaze transfixed, pupils blown wide, chest heaving.

It still comes as a bit of a surprise when Nico pulls back, drops to his stomach on the bed, and pulls your knees over his shoulders. He rumbles out a long groan, blush high on his cheeks, lashes tangling together atop his hooded eyes.

“You want my fingers?” He asks, breathy. “Or. Or can I- I want to taste you. Please?”

He grins when you writhe beneath him, pulls you a little closer with his arms hooked around your legs.

“Please, Nico,” you mumble, your hand reaching down to thread in his hair and pull him closer. “Please.”

That seems to be the magic word.

…..

Nico wakes up the next morning to light fingertips drawing shapes across his cheekbones, dancing across his skin. He smiles before he even opens his eyes, then smiles wider at the giggle he hears from you in reply. The sound, the touch, the fact that he’s here, all make his heart lurch in his chest in the best way. You’ve been awake for a while, he knows, has been vaguely aware of your fidgeting next to him in bed for the past hour.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” you say, voice low and sweet.

He pries one eye open and looks at you, at the soft look on your face. “Morning, sunshine.”

He winds his arms around your middle and pulls you in, hands slipping under the t-shirt you’re wearing. It’s his, stolen from beside the bed before the two of you went to sleep the night before.

“I’m glad I stole your shirt,” you tell him. The smirk on your face is evident in your voice, even with your face hidden in his neck. “I had a nice view to keep me occupied while you were refusing to wake up.”

“It was early,” he says, bordering on a whine, though he also knows his cheeks are turning red.

Your fingers squeeze at his upper arm. “It was later than when we met for breakfast yesterday.”

Nico grumbles and groans, reaching down to pinch your ass lightly, laughing when you yelp. “Yeah, but yesterday I didn’t wake up to you in my bed. That makes a difference.”

Instead of trying to argue, you just sigh. He knows he’s won, then. So instead, he presses his face into your neck just to feel you shiver, and starts kissing the sensitive skin, all while pushing you onto your back, rolling you under him so he can pin you to the bed.

If he gets his way, you’re not going anywhere.

As if the universe has it out for him, there’s a knock on the door. You yelp in surprise, and before he even has a chance to say anything you’re wriggling out from under him, reaching for a pair of shorts you’d left next to your suitcase and pulling them up your legs. Nico flops over onto his back, stares at the ceiling, and fights back a petulant groan.

The thing is, it’s probably one of your friends, asking what your plans are for the day. He feels guilty, suddenly- you’re here on a girls trip, and he’s already stolen so much of your time. Sure, the night spent at the hut wasn’t his fault. But the time at the bar, and the breakfast yesterday, all of last night, and then this morning-

He pushes himself to sit up in bed, leaning against the headboard. He should tell you he has plans today. Let you go spend time with your friends. The thought makes his chest ache, and the sudden fear is back- how long does he have left? Will he get to see you again after this? Does this mean as much to you as it does to him? God, he has no idea where you’re even from. He wracks his brain, trying to remember any mention of it in your previous conversations-

You peek around the corner. “Hi.”

God, he can’t even think about all his worries when you’re smiling at him like that. “Hi. Who was it? Beck?”

You quirk a brow. “No. Better.”

You step out from behind the wall, toting a room service cart behind you. The smell of breakfast food fills the air.

Fuck, I’m falling in love, he thinks.

He doesn’t say it out loud, even if he wants to. It’s not even the food itself, it’s that you know him so well already. He thinks of how he grumbled about the breakfast options that morning in the ski hut, settling for stale poptarts and dreaming of hash browns and eggs and bacon, and now you’re here, ordering room service for him to wake up to. Like maybe you care for him the same way he cares for you.

He fights another groan when you shimmy the shorts back off as you cross the room towards him. When you get close enough to the bed for him to reach, he wraps his arm around your middle and pulls you back into the bed and into his lap, his arm around your middle to keep you there, sending a burst of laughter up through your lips. He reaches for the cart with his other arm and pulls it towards the bed so he can reach, and then leans down to kiss your temple.

“You have plans today?” He asks, quietly. “I don’t wanna soak up all your time…”

You shrug and lean back, twisting to kiss his jaw lightly. “Dakota’s skiing with a coworker today. Kimmy’s partner is coming up, so they’re spending the day together… god, she might already be here by now. And Beck has plans with Jack, apparently.”

Nico raises his brows at the last bit. You shrug.

“I don’t know what that’s about, either, but that gives us allllll day to do whatever we want,” you say. “We just have dinner plans at 6:00, if you wanna join.”

Nico’s heart squeezes. You look so happy.

He lifts a piece of bacon off a plate. “First, breakfast. And then, I want to take you skiing.”

Your smile widens. “Sounds perfect.”

…..

“Nico. I know how to put on skis, you know,” you tell him.

He’s kneeling at your feet, checking your bindings. He’s out of his work gear and in his own personal ski gear, a sleek black helmet and a burgundy jacket that compliments his rosy cheeks well. When he smiles up at you, your heart skips a beat. And really, why are you complaining? It’s endearing. And a little hot.

“I know,” he says, dimples digging into his cheeks. “You are very capable and very independent. And also, I worry.”

“Okay,” you say, nodding. “Thank you.”

When he stands back up, he checks your helmet straps, too. You do the same to him, and he rolls his eyes affectionately.

“What do you think, we safe to go?” You ask.

He nods happily.

Skiing with Nico is fun, and not just because he’s nice to look at. He just gets you so well. He likes all the same runs, wants to go at the same speeds as you. He’s happy to break when you want, happily dragging you into a cute cafe atop the mountain when you mention being hungry. He cheers you on when you do something cool, and he checks you over with concern when you fall flat on your ass.

You’re laughing before he even makes it over to you. You go to push yourself back up to your feet, and he tuts, crouching down next to you, a hand on your shoulder.

“Did you hit your head?” He asks, voice harried.

“No, Neeks,” you say, the nickname slipping without thinking. “Just bruised my ass, probably.”

Nico frowns. “That’s my job.”

You gasp, fake appalled, though you’re smiling. “Nico!”

“Sorry,” he says, a goofy expression on his face. He reaches an arm out to pull you up. “Promise you’re alright?”

You nod. Your helmet bumps against his when you lean up to press a kiss to his cheek. “Promise.”

The two of you ski through the late afternoon, till the sun starts to slip down the horizon. It paints the sky a pinky orange color, bright and rich. You and Nico stop at a little lodge before you head down, stepping out on the patio to look at the mountain. Your helmet and goggles are off. As much as you’ve had fun skiing with him, you’ll admit you’ve missed seeing his eyes. God, the way he looks at you makes your heart skip a beat. You love the crinkles by his eyes, the way his thick eyebrows creep up his forehead, the slope of his nose. You love all of it. You love-

You swallow. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he says. “Want me to take your picture?”

You nod, patting your pockets for your phone, but Nico already has his in his hand. The look on his face behind the screen is so fond as you pose that you can’t help but smile wide and full and bright. Maybe that’s the point. It’s like they say, if only you could see yourself through his eyes.

“Beautiful,” he says.

You are, you think.

He goes to put his phone away after a few snaps, and you pout slightly. There’s a woman standing not far away, and you wave to get her attention. You slip Nico’s phone from his hand with one hand, and grab his other hand with your other, knitting your fingers together.

“Would you mind taking a picture of us?” You ask.

The woman smiles. “Of course.”

When you step into place, hand in hand with him, you look up at Nico and find him staring back at you. That’s the look you want to have forever. You want to be able to look back at this day, see the expression on his face and know that it was real. He’s so fond it makes you ache deep in your chest. You smile nicely for a couple photos, and then for one last one, you lean up to kiss his cheek. You want to remember that, too. When the woman gives the phone back, Nico tucks it back in his pocket and then wraps his strong arms around you, pulling you firmly against his chest. His jacket is slightly unzipped, and you press the side of your face into the gap, against the soft fleece, and stare out at the sunset.

“We should head down soon,” he says, quietly, like he’s trying not to break the peace. “Don’t wanna be late for dinner.”

You hum. “Or we could skip dinner. Keep it just us.”

He laughs and presses his lips to the top of your head. “You don’t mean that.”

You sigh. “I don’t.”

The two of you make your way down to the bottom, darkness creeping in by the time you make it to the lodge. Nico grabs his bag from one of the lockers and follows you up to your room. You’d made the plan earlier, when he’d realized he should probably run home to grab a change of clothes and his gear. You both get changed, already comfortable enough to do so in front of each other. You sneak past Nico to check your hair and put on a little makeup. When you go to step past him and back into the room, he catches you by the elbow and drags you into a lipstick ruining kiss. You let him. You’ll always let him kiss you. You tangle your hands in his fancy shirt without a care for the wrinkles you’re going to cause, and let him ruck up the hem of your dress searching for skin with wandering hands.

And then there’s a knock on your door, and Beck’s voice, yelling, “CHOW TIME!”

Jack’s voice follows. “Schao! Keep it in your pants! I want pasta!”

Nico groans, loudly. You unwrap your hands and smooth his shirt, kissing his cheek.

“One sec,” you call out.

You run a hand through Nico’s hair to smooth it back into place. He fixes your dress for you, and your hair, and you step into the bathroom to reapply your lipstick. When you step back out, he’s waiting, hands in his pocket. You hold out your arms, make a questioning face, and do a little spin.

“Gorgeous,” he says, softly. He holds out an elbow. “Ready?”

You nod at him, entranced. He opens the door and leads you out into the hallway. Jack and Beck are waiting, with Jack pretending to check his nonexistent watch on his wrist. You roll your eyes. Beck greets you with a hug, and pulls you along, out of Nico’s grip and towards the elevator. You look back to apologize, but he just nods, always understanding.

“How was your day?” Beck asks, brows raised. “How was your night?”

“Good,” you say, carefully, feeling the heat rise on your cheeks. “Really good.”

“That’s all I get?”

“How was your day, Beck?” You ask, nodding towards Jack and Nico, who’ve fallen back to give you room to chat.

Beck rolls her eyes, though she’s smiling. “He offered to show me around. You guys were all busy.”

Your face falls. “Hey, I would’ve gone with you-“

She shakes her head. “No, no, that’s not what I meant. I wanted you to have time with him. Jack offered, he’s fun to hang out with. I had a good day.”

You eye her skeptically.

“They both have to work tomorrow,” she adds. “Tomorrow, it’s you and me and a mountain full of snow.”

You nod and reach out, hooking your pinky around hers. The elevator doors slide open, and Jack and Nico rejoin the two of you. He gives you a questioning look, and you just nod back up at him. You’ll tell him later, sometime, about how protective Beck is. About how you’re a hopeless romantic who gets herself into trouble, and that Beck’s approval means the world. She’s always watching out for you. If she believes it too…

Dinner is wonderful. It’s the fanciest restaurant at the lodge, your one big splurge night. You sit next to Nico, his arm around your chair nearly the whole time, his gaze soft and glittery in the candlelight. He shares bites of his pasta with you, and steals bites off your plate, and waits patiently to hear your verdict on both dishes. He laughs with your friends, laughs with you, smiles so sweetly when you lean against him.

He’s perfect.

You want to stay here forever.

After dinner, he suggests a drink at the hotel bar. The others trickle away, headed up to rooms or home or wherever, you’re not sure, not really paying attention. All you can think about is his hand on the small of your back, warm and heavy as he leads you to the bar. The way he orders for both of you is hot, the way he looks to you to check he got it right is even hotter. The two of you find your spot from the night before still open, and you collapse into the loveseat with him.

The conversation flows so easily, and when the two of you do fall quiet, it's a comfortable silence. He nurses a beer in one hand, caresses your thigh with the other. And even though you’re thinking about it, you don’t break the happy bubble with talk of setting labels or seeing him again. You just bask in the glow of him, hoping he’s on the same page as you, anyways.

You ask him up to your room again for the second night in a row, and he grins into your temple, hand squeezing at your hip. The way he kisses you is enough of a yes to get your heart racing all over again.

…..

Nico’s panicking.

He’d woken up early that morning for work, untangled himself from you and left with a kiss to your forehead, you still wearing his shirt. He hated to leave you, but he couldn’t exactly just ditch work. He’d floated through another morning briefing, dreaming of fluffy blankets and pillows and you, and barely pulled himself together when he got asked a direct question. He’d answered well enough to satisfy his boss, but he’d also heard Jack snickering behind him, so who knows.

Anyways. Around lunchtime, when he still hasn’t managed to spot you on the mountain, he remembers what you said the other day, about having three days left, and his heart sinks. He feels sick, suddenly. Three days. He counts the time in his head, the moments all blurring together. That means….

Today is your last day here.

Maybe you’re leaving tomorrow morning. He’s not sure. He remembers something Beck said- a shorter last day, a drive, someone having to catch a flight. Anxiety swirls in his chest.

“Schao,” Jonas says, standing next to him. When he doesn’t answer immediately, Nico gets an elbow to the ribs. “Hey. What’s up? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Nico swallows. “I. It’s nothing.”

Jonas cocks his head. “She leaves today, doesn’t she?”

Nico grimaces and nods.

Jonas lets out a long sigh. “Go.”

“What?”

“Go,” Jonas says. “Go find her. Talk to her.”

He blinks at his friend in confusion. “We’re working.”

“I’ll cover for you,” Jonas says. “They’re probably eating lunch. Go find her. Look, man, you’re never gonna know until you talk to her.”

Nico swallows again. Then he nods, and takes off down the mountain.

You’re half a sandwich in with Beck at the cafe at the bottom of the mountain when he finds you- running on intuition and your mention of wanting to go to the cafe the day before. Beck’s the one to spot him, the one who waves him over. Guilt gnaws at his gut- you’d mentioned having a day with Beck, today, and he’d promised himself he wouldn’t interfere. God, what if this ruins it, what if Jonas was wrong, what if you hate that he’s showed up-

You turn around and smile at him, and something unfurls in his chest. He can’t be worried, not when you look at him like that. Big eyes, soft smile, like you’re relieved to see him. You stand up from the table and meet him halfway. There’s a patio area with heaters going- he takes you by the hand and leads you outside.

“Hi,” he says, quietly.

“Hi,” you say back, shoving your hands in your pockets. “You okay?”

He nods. Then shrugs. “Sorry to interrupt.”

“It’s fine,” you say, kindly, shaking your head. “Beck’s been yapping about Jack. I needed a break anyways.”

Nico laughs. It feels hollow. His heart is pounding in his chest. He realizes, now, that he should’ve rehearsed what he was going to say, should’ve had a plan. He’s here, and he doesn’t even know where to start.

“Nico, hey,” you say, reaching out to rest a hand on his upper arm. “What is it? Is everything okay? Is someone hurt, or-“

“No, no, I just-“ he sighs. His eyes flicker across your face. He has to say it. Needs to tell you. He can’t let you leave him before he tells you. ”I just wanted to talk to you before you leave, and I didn’t know what time you guys were heading out, and-“

“I wasn’t gonna leave without saying goodbye to you,” you say, gently, squeezing his arm.

“Oh,” he breathes.

Now he feels a little dumb.

“It’s just-“ he starts again. “Look. I don’t know. Maybe this is crazy. I don’t even know where you live. Beck said you guys have a plane to catch. But I don’t want you to leave without telling you that I don’t want this to end here. I really, really like you. I want more. I want more breakfasts and more ski days and to actually get to know you, and I don’t know how we’re going to make that work, but we can, right?”

When you start to laugh, for just a moment, his heart sinks.

And then he looks at you- the glitter of your eyes, the smile across your pretty lips, the way you’re reaching out to hold him with both hands on each arm and squeezing softly. And something settles in him, the panic starts to fade.

“Beck has to catch a flight tonight,” you say with a nod. “For a work trip.”

“Okay,” he says.

“Nico, I live two towns over,” you tell him, and every bit of tension in his body starts to unravel. “Like a 45 minute drive, max. I’m sorry, I thought I told you that. I could be back here next weekend, or you could come see me, or we could meet halfway. Because I really, really like you, and I want all of that, too.”

He smiles down at you, sure his cheeks and nose are red. “So I panicked for no reason.”

“Yeah, but it was cute,” you tell him.

He sighs, softly. “Like you.”

You grin affectionately. “Like you.”

“I really want to kiss you right now,” he says, taking a step closer, lifting his hand to cup your face. “But there are definitely a bunch of people watching us.”

You shrug. “Let them.”

He takes your face in his hands and kisses you, in broad daylight, the ski resort rising up behind the two of you. You’re right. Let them watch, he doesn’t care. You’re worth the teasing he might have to endure later. All of it is worth it for this, to kiss you and have you kiss him back, to know you have the same feelings coursing through your veins.

When he pulls away, you’re a little breathless.

“You still better not leave before saying goodbye,” he says. “And start thinking of a restaurant you wanna meet at. I’ll drive to you. Maybe next Friday?”

You bite your lip and nod. “Sounds perfect.”

”Okay. Great,” he says. He presses a kiss to your forehead. ”I have to go now, before I get fired.”

You laugh. He thinks- knows, really- that he’ll never get sick of that sound. You lean up and kiss his cheek, and then shove at his shoulder.

“Go,” you tell him, smiling ear to ear. “Be safe.”

Jonas just shakes his head when Nico shows back up. He’s sure it’s written all over his face. He doesn’t care. He’ll float through the rest of the day, through all the days until he gets to see you again.

He’s never been more thankful for a freak snowstorm than in that very moment.

….

You sit in the backseat of Beck’s car as you leave the resort. Nico’s there to see you off, a goodbye full of stolen kisses and teasing from your friends (and Jack, who’d been there to say goodbye, too) that you gladly ignored. You’ve already texted him a list of restaurants. Plus a list of coffee shops for the morning after your date, after he mentioned he wouldn’t have to work the next day. You’d told him to pack an overnight bag, and he’d blushed and nodded.

Beck eyes you in the mirror. “Should I start planning your wedding now?”

You laugh, and so do the rest of your friends, but you don’t say no.

You turn back once more to wave at Nico. He’s standing here, red ski patrol jacket on, waving right back. You turn back just in time to read the backside of the welcome sign as you pass under it.

Thanks for visiting Blackbird Mountain Ski Resort! Come back soon!

In your lap, there’s a little recreation of the lodge, locked away inside a snowglobe, gifted to you by Nico just before you finally got in the car. You watch the tiny flakes of fake snow settle and smile. You’ll be back as soon as possible, you think. Your new favorite place on earth.

Or maybe, it’s more about the people you met along the way.

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