#my hair doesn't look bad at a glance but i can definitely tell it needs improvement

[daydreaming-in-daisies]

i was able to get my hair consultation with this new, well-liked stylist in my city rescheduled from the beginning of march to this thursday!!!! i randomly got an email saying there were new openings and i logged into their booking system with a quickness and got that shit rescheduled. very happy that i don't have to wait 5 weeks to (hopefully) start fixing my scalp✌🏾

[inmaki]

gojo making fun of your other fwb

( smut, a little smthn while i work on my nanami fic <3 ) .

"just put it in, for fucks sake."

gojo chuckles, running his mushroom-shaped tip up and down your folds. every time he reaches your hole, he pushes his cock in just enough to breach your entrance, before pulling out and continuing his ministrations. like a fucking idiot.

"aw, y’want my dick that bad? 'need me to fill you up?" what about matsukawa?"

your expression sours, sending him an annoyed look. this was by far the first time he’s brought up his displeasure for your other friend, especially in bed.

“are you trying to make me dry?" you bark, trying to close your legs - which he immediately stops with a large hand. "if you wanna fuck, stop talking about him and hurry."

gojo rolls his eyes, despising the way you're practically defending the fucker. sure, he's just a friend too - but you were clearly his; you've always been addicted his lips against yours, his hands on your body, his cock against your cervix. now this other shithead thinks he can come and take that away?

he doesn't know how to handle it besides-

"is this how he fucks you?" suddenly, he forces only an inch or two inside you, barely thrusting in and out with a mischievous smile. a hum leaves his lips as your insides squeeze him firmly, but he's stubborn enough to hold back the urge to fill you up properly. "probably can’t reach anything, i bet even my fingers are bigger."

the audacity and immaturity of the man in front of you has you baffled. here you are, ready to be fucked into the mattress by him - and all he can do is joke about some other guy's dick length? you desperately want to scold him, tell him to fuck off - but as expected - the feeling of his fat cock not reaching where you need has your mind going blank in desperation.

"please.. just fuck me, toru."

he smirks, and without giving you any time to adjust, he's mercilessly slamming in the rest of his length so the tip presses right up against your womb. his balls smack against you from below, and you shiver at the feeling of his white pubic hair grazing your pelvis. "so i'm right? hah, what a fuckin' loser. 'course he has a small dick."

you're too busy catching your breath to hear him, and gojo smoothly takes that opportunity to throw your legs over his shoulders and press them against your chest, ensuring his cock hits your g-spot at the perfect angle. just how you like it.

the white-haired bastard can't help but smile, licking his lips at your rolled back eyes and the harmonious ah, ah, ah's that escape your throat with each brutal slam of his hips. "becoming my brainless cocksleeve as usual, so damn cute. only i can rearrange these guts, right?" he demands, bending you even further while getting right in your face.

"say it. say who owns this sloppy," thrust, "fucking," thrust, "pussy," thrust.

“you, only you!” the words tumble out of you before you can stop them.

“who?” he grinds right against your cervix, nearly pressing the tip of his nose against yours.

“sa- satoru!”

he rewards you by lowering a thumb to play with your clit, cerulean eyes staring into your very soul. “damn right. scream it louder.”

suddenly, a quiet ding! comes from your bedside table. gojo glances down to your blissed-out face, cautiously peering over to see a message from none other than the man of of the hour.

matsu: wyd? can i come over?

gojo smiles. typing in a response with one hand while the other keeps your thigh firmly against your chest.

you: yea, be quick daddy ;)

you would definitely kill him after this.

( reblogs & comments r appreciated if u enjoy! had this idea at 2am sorry if it’s bad <\3)

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[thexsilentxwordsmith]

Just a little something something for you guys...as a treat😈

When Simon's away for a while on deployment, it can get lonely. He's knows by the way your texting, when he gets the chance and can text, that you are missing him like crazy. You tell him how you can hardly wait till he returns, how your body is just aching for him something fierce.

And fuck his aching for yours too.

If he could hop on a plane, he would in an instant just to get back to you. Unfortunately, that's not something available to him at the moment.

But that doesn't mean there's nothing for him to do.

Simon knows his baby needs something to take the edge off, something to tide over that insatiable appetite for him until he can come home and fuck her proper the first chance he can get. You never asked for it, but he knew you wouldn't mind.

Ding

Your phone goes off. It's late, but youre no stranger to staying up well past dark; sometimes that was the only way you'd get a minute to talk to Simon when he was away across the world.

You check your phone. It's a text... a picture...

At first glance at the small icon on the lock screen, the image is kind of dark so you have to click on it to bring it up and when you do you nearly faint.

The caption reads: “Gotta be stealthy so they don't fuckin' catch me, but this one's for you sweetheart."

Simon is clearly propped up in his cot, his legs splayed open, shirt off. All that you can see is his thick torso with it's small speckling of light colored hair across his abs. The belt and zipper of his pants are completely undone and the waistband flung open. In one of his meaty hands he has a hold of his cock, already swollen with a little glistening at the top caught in the low light - most definitely a product from thinking of you.

You have to swallow to keep the spit from dribbling down out of the corner your mouth. Instantly you feel the heat rise in your cheeks, burning through your face as the blood pools there. It feels like you are going to pass out.

He's done it, he's taken your breath away in an instant.

Not even recovered from that glorious image your phone dings again, this time downloading something for a few seconds. Your heart pounds in your chest, your breath caught in your lungs, as you wait to see what he's done now.

Ding

It's downloaded. This time it's a video...about a minute long. Your shaky, excited finger instantly clicks play.

"Mmmm..." his breath groan hits your ears as the vision of him stroking his length plays across the screen. His voice in hushed, clearly trying to be as quiet as he can while still making sure you can hear his words. "Fuck darlin', I wish you were here... rather have that sweet little pussy 'round me than my hand."

You've stopped breathing, literally; you could hear a pin drop in the room. The video of his abdominal muscles contracting and releasing as he continues to stroke his cock is all you can focus on now. Looks like he's in the middle of things.

He groans again, his breathing getting faster. "Fuck, I miss ya luv. It's been hell not having ya near for this fuckin' long. Nearly rippin' a hole in my goddamn pants from being so fuckin hard. I swear... gonna absolutely wreck ya when I get back. Don't even bother wearing any panties cause they're gonna get shredded off ya. Nothin', and I mean fuckin' nothin' is gonna keep me from buryin' all this in ya the fuckin' second we're alone. I wanna make you cum so fuckin bad baby."

The video fades out amongst the sound of another low, gravely moan and your sanity is gone. Dear God you were a lucky one tonight. You have to take several minutes just to relearn how to function properly again so you can text him back.

Before you can do that your phone goes off once more.

Ding

One final message pops up on screen: "Think of me later when you cum, sweetheart..."

Oh, you would, you would. And maybe just to be nice...you'd send him something back too.

Part 2:

[cuteandhughesy]

Never Let Me Go | Jeremy Swayman

summary: jeremy thought he lost his chances after charlie beat him to you - but years later with jeremy becoming your best friend, a weekend at the carlo’s lake house may just prove otherwise.

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warnings: NSFW! fake dating | friends to lovers| angst | suggestive themes | accidental grinding | smut | kissing | brief breast play | unprotected! p in v intercourse | pull out method | read at your own discretion.

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june 2021

your forearms rest against the sticky counter top of the bar, the action elevating your cleavage to any viewing eye. the bartender slides the tray of drinks towards you, a sweet smile on her face.

"wanna start a tab?" she asks you. you're just about to answer as you feel a body press into your side, arms big and strong against yours.

"add it to mine," the voice says beside you.

the bartender nods and walks away, presumably taking more orders at the other end of the bar. you look to your left and see a tall man, a smirk on his face. he's handsome, sure, with a body that definitely works out like, every day - the thought had you blushing.

"thanks," you say, "i'm y/n."

"charlie," he shakes your outstretched hand.

"you didn't have to get my drinks," you reiterate with playful smile on your face. you're sure your friends were watching this with amused faces.

"I wanted to," he leans against the bar top. he wasn't your typical type - he had lighter hair than you preferred, clean shaven and straight forward. but there was nothing wrong with a bit of flirting.

so you leaned over, batting your lashes up at him. "you buy every girls drinks or what?"

he laughs deeply, eyes glancing over his shoulder before meeting yours again "only the pretty ones."

you giggle, grabbing the a drink off the tray and twirling the straw with your tongue before sipping it slowly. you watch charlie gulp, rolling his shoulders back. "you think i'm pretty?"

"yeah, I -"

"dude what's taking so long?" a voice interrupts.

your eyes are drawn to charlie's left. he's about the same height as charlie, but looks a few years younger. presumably around your age. he's got dark features, and a polite smile. you feel yourself wanting to swoon in his direction. he's smirking, and his voice is soothing.

"sorry jer, just chatting to..."

you give charlie a look because there's no way he's already forgotten your name. you save him the awkwardness, "y/n," you smile, shaking the hand that he's outstretched to you. his grip is nice, soft.

"jeremy," he smiles softly, and if he doesn't drop his hand until you do...well you just have to ignore that. "sorry to interrupt," he says, eyes darting to charlie quickly before meeting yours again.

"no worries, charlie was just paying for my friends and I's drinks," you say, "he's trying to tell me he doesn't buy drinks for just any woman..."

jeremy laughs like it's a joke and charlie shoots him a slight glare. "correction, I said only the pretty ones."

you smile, "right of course. and how many pretty ones have you boughten for tonight?"

"just you," charlie says back.

jeremey clears his throat, turning slightly and flagging down the bartender, seeing as charlie came over here to order the team drinks and had yet to do that: too busy flirting with one of the prettiest girls jeremey has ever seen.

"good," you laugh, "I should get these drinks back to my friends."

"too bad," jeremey hears charlie say, "I was going to see if you wanted to sit with me and my table."

"is that so?" you say back. "i'll have to check with my friends. can they come?"

"yeah," he nods, "i'll go make room," he walks away, into the VIP section that's roped off in the back corner of the bar. you watch him walk and then eye your drinks again. you try to pick them all up, failing as the six glasses clink and almost slip from your hold.

"need help?" jeremey asks beside you, tracing the label of his beer.

you smile shyly, "yeah, if you don't mind."

he nods, grabbing four of the six drinks in his very large hands, following your lead back to your table of friends.

"sorry guys," you say, setting down two of the drinks, "I got busy talking the bar,"

your friend ashley laughs, "we saw."

it seems all at the same time your friends notice jeremy behind you and they go quiet in the presence of an attractive man. "this is jeremey," you take two of the drinks he's holding, "he's helping me carry the drinks,"

"we can see that," danielle nods and jeremy smiles politely in the face of five staring eyes.

"actually, him and his friend charlie were wondering if we wanted to sit with them." you watch their reactions to your words with a hopeful glint.

"you guys don't have to if you don't want to," jeremy held his hands up in surrender, "it's just charlie is wanting to...mingle."

"i'll come," danielle says, standing up with her hand bag. ashley says she would come as well but the rest claim they were tired, and would be leaving. you don't push them and you say goodbye. then jeremy leads the three of you over to his table were you meet the rest of his friends.

jeremy ends up sitting beside you, with charlie against your other side. the table is loud, conversation bustling with the addition of three new personalities. after 40 minutes, charlie throws and arm around the back of your chair, and jeremey's stomach plummets slightly.

jeremy had noticed you immediately when they walked into the bar that night. you had a nice laugh - it was loud and could be heard if he was at the bar and you were at your table. you had a beautiful face, and were wearing a sweet perfume that had his stomach flipping.

charlie was in a conversation with pastrnak who sat on his other side, while you looked around the table, knawing on your lip.

"what do you do?" jeremey asks. you dart your head in his direction, to make sure he was in fact talking to you. he's got a soft look on his face and your shoulders drop.

"oh, i've just graduated actually. i've got a degree in journalism."

"wow, you must be like super smart. did you like school?"

"yeah," you smile. "well as much as one can actually like school," you're laughing at yourself slightly. "what do you do?"

"I play hockey."

"really?" you give him a slight once over, "i thought hockey players had like missing teeth and black eyes."

you're joking, he can tell by your tone. he laughs, "well, some do but i'm a goalie so it's hard for me to loose teeth and get black eyes."

"I like that," you smile. you look around the table and then lean in closer to jeremy, whispering, "do you guys all play hockey?"

"yeah," he leans in too, whispering to try and be as conspicuous as you. it has you giggling slightly while staring into his eyes, crinkling at the edges as he laughs. "how could you tell?"

your eyes flicker to pasta, "I think I see a chipped tooth."

he's laughing, sitting back up in his chair. he has a nice laugh, you think. "your eyes do not deceive you."

you nod, taking a sip of your drink. "how long have you played hockey for?"

"well, my whole life," jeremey says, swallowing a mouthful of beer, "but I just finished my first year with the bruins."

"so you're a rookie? is that the right word?"

"yeah," he says. "see? I knew you were smart."

you laugh gently, "one day i'll write an article on you, jeremey. the best upcoming bruins goalie."

"I don't know about that," he laughs sheepishly, "i'm just a backup."

"for now," you smile reassuringly.

and jeremey really believes you. maybe it's the tone of voice you use, or maybe it's the way your eyes twinkle when you talk - he would believe anything you said.

the end of the night approaches not long after, your conversation with jeremey only stopping when charlie butted in to talk to you.

you are all standing outside the bar, waiting on ubers. the boys uber arrives first, and they start to climb in. charlie doesn't move though, turning to you with a smirk. "I had a really good night, I like talking with you."

"thanks, I had a great night as well."

jeremy is nearby, standing at the open door of the car, waiting for charlie.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me? we can get dinner or something."

you suck in a gasp of air. your eyes dart over charlies shoulder to catch jeremy's. you thought maybe...maybe he would intervene and ask you out with him instead. but he looks down at the pavement, breaking eye contact.

you look back at charlie and nod. "yeah, i'd like that."

the next morning, you had a text from charlie asking you for dinner.

june 17th 2023

you were elbow deep in soap suds when your apartment door opened, a brief knock was heard before jeremy entered, kicking off his shoes before moving to your couch. he flopped down and groaned, which made you laugh, working the sponge against a mug as you glanced over your shoulder.

"hello to you too, jer."

he rolled over so he was on his back. "hi."

"what do you need?" you finish up your scrubbing, rinsing off your hands as drying them with a little bumblebee towel.

jeremy sits up, walking over to you in the kitchen knook, leaning back against the counter top. "who says I need anything?"

"you just have that look on your face. what is it?"

"can I not just come hang out with my best friend without her questioning my motives?" he blinks at you innocently and you cross your arms.

in 2021, charlie and you had dated for four months. it was nice, sure, but it wasn't fulfilling. he was so kind, and sweet and the two of you decided to be friends. you had actually set him up with your friend danielle, and now the two of them were like engaged, so there's that. throughout that time, you grew close with the bruins roster - how could you not? but nobody got you like jeremy did. the two of you grew close pretty quickly, and now he has the code to your apartment, which is...nice.

you blink. "no. you want something, what is it?"

he covers his face with a hand and mumbles, "I fucked up."

concerned, you reach forward, rubbing his shoulder. "why? what's wrong?"

jeremy groans again, head falling back to stare of the ceiling. thinking back to the phone call he had right after his gym session, wincing at the memory. he shouldn't of said it. jeremy knows he shouldn't of said it, but he couldn't help it. "you can't make fun of me."

"that's no fun," you laugh.

"y/n, i'm being serious. I kinda got myself into some shit and I need your help."

"jer, you're kind of scaring me. do i like need to call the police?"

"what? no. no, I just...." jeremey groans once again, thinking back to the phone call with his teammate.

"sway, dude," brandon carlo said through the grainy phone speaker, "mason wanted me to check and see if you were up for the lake house again this year."

jeremy sighed, "sure, yeah. who else is coming?" 

brandon's wife pipes up in the background, "charlie and danielle, us, charlie and kiley a couple others and you..." she trails off like there's something else she wants to say.

"right," jeremy responds. "anything else?"

"mason wants to know if she should prepare for a plus one." brandon says.

he rolls his eyes. "oh."

"don't worry about it," mason says quickly, no doubt giving her husband a deathly stare, "It's okay!"

brandon laughs, "jer, I told her you wouldn't have one, that there was no way you would -"

"actually, I have a girlfriend...so I do have a plus one" he face palms because, no, he doesn't have a girlfriend.

mason gasps, "what?"

brandon laughs like he doesn't believe jeremy.

"what's her name?" she asks.

jeremy gulps but then he says, "actually, it's y/n."

"y/n?" mason questions, "our friend, y/n? I thought you said you'd never see each other that way?"

he shrugged, even though the couple couldn't see him. which was good, because if they could, they would know he is lying. "something changed."

"well, that's great! how long??"

"a few months," he lies, "we've been keeping it pretty low-key. nobody really knows expect you two."

"this is so exciting, jeremy. I told you brandon."

jermey ignored that last sentence.

jeremy was almost guilty because mason was so happy based on the confession and it wasn't even the truth. so there he stood, in your kitchen looking into your soft eyes. "I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend."

you laugh, doubling over. "what? why?"

"brandon and mason are doing the lake house this year and they asked if i had a plus one and i said yes because I had a girlfriend and when they asked me who...well, you were the first person I thought of."

you stand up straight because, oh, he was being serious. then you grab that same bumblebee towel and whack his chest with it. "why would you do that?"

"ow! what else was I supposed to do?" he says, hand holding the peck you had just smacked.

"tell the truth?" you shrug, a raise to your brows. "did you forget that these are our friends - like we both know them...they are the last people who would believe this."

"you don't understand!," he walks over to your living room and flops on the couch cushions once again, "it's just i'm so tired of going to all this shit without a girlfriend and it's going to be like all couples and i didn't want to feel...left out. I don't know. just the way brandon sounded so unsure, I mean can you believe him? is me being in a relationship that big of a deal?" he takes a breath, "maybe I should call him back tell him I can't come."

you follow him and sit down, "no don't do that."

he scoffed, "think I should just show up by myself? no thank you."

you narrow your eyes, "that's no way to talk to your girlfriend."

his eyes dart over to yours and he sat up a little straighter, "what?"

you smiled at him softly and leaned deeper into the cushions, "I mean..forget what I said earlier. I can do it - we can do it, but...only if you ask me nicely."

he rolled his eyes but a smile was pulling at his lips, "y/n, will you please be my girlfriend?"

you smirked, "i'd be honoured jeremy."

he laughs, pulling you into his side so he can hug you, squeezing you tight. "I owe you."

—

june 19th 2023

"okay so, remind me how long did you tell them we've been dating?" you're sitting in the passenger seat of jermey's car, your hand resting out the window to catch the wind. you loll your head over against the head rest so you can look at your friend.

"a few months," jermey's eyes leave the road briefly to look into yours before darting back out the windshield. "I said we've been keeping it under wraps." he can smell your raspberry hair oil through the breeze flowing through the car and it has him shuddering.

"and why's that?"

he sighs slightly, "because we wanted to see if it would work before telling everyone."

"that makes sense." you hum. "so when did you realize you liked me?" you tease, knees pulled up to your chest.

jeremy laughed quickly, "nobody is going to ask that."

"they might!" you counter, a teasing smile still tugging at your lips that has jeremy joining in.

"if they ask...i'll say, I don't know, last year sometime?"

you nod, "okay...that makes sense."

jeremy thinks you're done with the questions for time being, so he turns up the radio slightly, the SZA song flowing through the speakers for only a moment before you're reaching over and turning it back down. "okay who's all going again?"

if jeremy wasn't so enamoured by you he would've thought you were being annoying. "the usual group, I think monte mentioned that beecher and matt poitras will be there."

"I haven't met them yet," you hum, "it will be harder to lie to them if they ask questions."

jermey groans, "don't remind me."

"my job is to constantly remind you," you tease, reaching over and patting the top of his head of curls, hair grown out from the summer. "don't worry jer, i'm the best liar I know."

"you're not the best one I know," he says, "maybe I should've just canceled."

"no." you insist, slapping your hand against the thick of his upper thigh quickly. "don't worry," you sigh, "we may not be dating, but it's not like we hate each other, right? we just have to act like we usually do... but in love. we got this, jer, we are the dream team."

jeremy blinks and looks over at you, the warmth from were your hand once sat now ice cold. he watches as you lean over, fiddling with the radio until the start of a new taylor swift song, one he's grown to love, is playing full blast. you're smiling, chest pushed against your folded legs, unknowing of his stare. jeremy swallows thickly at your words and nods. "yeah."

you smile at him then, grabbing his hand to get him to sing along to the familiar chords of bejeweled.

the two of you arrive at the lake house just over an hour later, jeremy waisting no time parking the car in between two other vehicles that sat along the side of the dirt driveway.

you were too busy admiring the large lake house to notice jeremy leave his seat and round to the passenger side, opening your door.

the sticky heat of the summer air snapped you out of your stare, "this is...really nice." your mouth is totally hung open in shock and jeremy takes notice of your expression, laughing softly.

"cmon," he helps you out of the car, letting you settle on your feet before jogging to the trunk, pulling it open so he can start unloading the weeks worth of luggage you claimed you needed (jeremy told you that you definitely didn't need two suitcases but it didn't take long before he was folding in your favour, wheeling both down to his car.)

"hey guys!" a voice calls out from the house. you look up from your small pile of bags to see mason carlo, accompanied by wren (who was like a whole toddler now which is crazy) and the two dogs. winnie and emmy are faster than their mom, their paws smacking on the wood, both running down the steps and jumping up at you and jeremy, tails wagging and panting.

"hey!" Jeremy calls out just as you drop down on your knees to except the puppy kisses. he heaves the last bag over his broad shoulder just as mason reaches you, wren tucked into her neck. "are we the last ones?"

"yeah," mason nods, "how was the drive?"

"it was good," you say. you place your hands on your knees, pushing up from your crouched position. you don't realize how close jeremy is standing and on your way up, your ass bumps against his crotch. he lets out a gentle grunt.

"sorry!" you wince, but before you can move away, jeremy's arm wraps around your waist, fingers flexing against your lower stomach as he pulls your back into his chest, holding you in place.

"it's okay baby." he says. you try not let your eyes widen at the nickname or the way you can feel his semi poking at your lower back. you're sure the blush you're now sporting is visible by anyone in the general vicinity.

mason must not notice your flustered face or jeremy's awkward smile because she coos,"aren't you too so cute, I'm glad you two are finally together." she squeezes her daughter, "right wren? aren't you glad the two are together?" wren laughs at her moms baby voice.

"finally?" you question, your eyes squinting from the sun and the tone of your friends voice but somebody calls out before mason can answer.

you see brandon and mac jog down the wooden steps of the porch, already sporting tans and wide smiles.

jermey clears his throat behind you, dropping his arm from your waist and turns around so he can adjust himself. you try not to frown at the loss of contact, smiling brightly as your friends greet you in big hugs.

"hey dude," charlie smiles, cheeks becoming even larger (which you didn't think was possible), wrapping you in a tight side hug.

brandon takes over, ruffling your hair after a quick embrace. "so," he smirks, "you and jer huh?"

you stutter, trying to form words under his inquisitive gaze but charlie's loud voice distracts you both, effectively ending that conversation.

"sway, dude, how's it going?" charlie smiles, dapping his goalie up before pulling him into a brief hug, like the handshake usually entails. you've never understood that, even though debrusk has tried to teach you multiple times - you've stayed confused.

"ready to relax," jeremy sighs. the guys laugh in agreement, ruffling up their friend a bit more before they each grab a suitcase, charlie proposing a race which has the two defencemen jogging away towards the house, mason trailing behind, calling the dogs with her.

you smile, picking up your duffle bag containing your skin and hair care, slinging it over your shoulder and you start to walk up to the house. you can hear the trunk click shut before you can hear jeremy's air forces move through the dirt. he slides into step beside you, grabbing the bag off your shoulder and slipping it over his free one.

"hey!" you protest.

"what?!" he laughs softly, "i'm not going to let my girlfriend carry her own bag, i'm a gentleman."

you send him a look as the two of you make it up the steps onto the porch. you stop before entering and you turn to look up at him, "i'm sorry about earlier, with the accidental grinding...it got awkward and now i'm feeling weird - i'm sorry."

jeremy blushes but laughs, even though it sounds awkward. "no, ugh that's my bad. you didn't do anything wrong so don't apologize."

you nod, "okay..." your smile is sheepish.

"and i'm sorry if me calling you baby made it awkward...I just thought-"

"no! I get it - it makes this more believable." you interrupt, gesturing between your bodies.

"hey, you guys don't need to be like, invited in...you're not vampires right?" brandon makes an appearance by the open door, now holding his daughter.

you send him a tight lipped smile and nod, sneaking past him, not without a tickle to the babies side, and walk into the home.

jeremy watches you leave with a look on his face that has brandon snickering. "you good?"

"yeah," the goalie scoffs, walking through the threshold into the house, avoiding eye contact with the defensemen all together.

brandon smirks at his retreating figure. "you can leave the bags at the stairs!' he calls out.

weaving through the kitchen, jeremy can hear your laugh before he can spot you. he feels that burning smile tugging at his lips, chest filling with that familiar warmth that always found its way into his body at the sound of your laugh.

he finds you on the back deck, mingling with the rest of the group. you're sitting beside danielle, who is hugging your side in a greeting, and jeremy assumes your old friend is the reason of your laughter.

"sway!" the group shouts in a greeting, a course of hellos echoing at him as he is spotted standing staring at you by the open patio door. he smiles politely at his teammates and their significant others, hugging and greeting his friends as he makes his way around the table they were all sat at. jeremy makes his way back around to where you are sitting, the sun hitting your face, leaving you squinting and flushed.

jeremy smiles at your expression, taking the only free chair beside you - which was probably left open for him purposely.

you're still squinting as you look over at him and wordlessly he unhooks the pair of sunglasses attached to the round of his tshirt, sliding them onto your face.

you're glad the sun is beating on your skin because you're blushing at his gesture, "you don't need them?"

he's squinting too but shrugs, "gotta protect your pretty eyes." he almost shocks himself with his statement but he doesn't show it, looking away before he has no choice but to kiss you.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me," danielle says and you're blinking hard, head snapping away from jeremy and towards your blonde friend. she pushes your upper arm with a teasing grin.

"tell you what?" you question, brows drawn together behind the rim of jermey's large sunglasses.

she laughs softly and gives you a bewildered look. you're still giving her a clueless expression so she wildly gestures between you and the net tender on your left. "about the two of you! dating."

"right!" you say, blinking fast. you toss your hand on jermey's thick thigh, rubbing it briefly. at your touch jeremy tenses slightly, you can feel it under your palm. he turns fast from his conversation with kiley, eyes meeting danielle's from beside you.

subsiding his fluster from your touch, jeremy smiles politely at the blond, throwing an arm around the back of your chair like it was second nature. "it's new, we didn't tell anybody until...recently."

"It's just surreal!," she gushes, "I always thought the two of you would be cute together. i've been telling y/n that since, what, like january last year?" her last question is directed at you, which has jeremy also looking, awaiting your answer.

it's clear danielle has no real intention of obtaining an answer because she turns away, pulled into a conversation with mason and a babbling wren.

you let out a breath, retracting your hand from jermey's strong muscle. jeremy is quicker than you though, grabbing your hand before it's gone, interlocking his fingers with yours and setting them back against his thigh.

the two of you smile at one another, and it feels like time is slowing down, thick like syrup and for a moment you let yourself pretend that it was real. but then coyle is grabbing jermey's attention, and kiley wants to show you pictures from her last dress fitting and the syrup is gone.

the rest of the afternoon goes buy quickly, brandon takes charge of grilling up burgers and hotdogs for lunch that are inhaled quickly. after that, mason drags you to the local grocery store, the two of you loading up the cart with the healthy amount of food and drinks.

an hour later you're back at the lake house, and the two of you along with kiley and danielle immediately start unloading the plethora of groceries you bought that was needed to feed the amount of athletes being housed.

you're on washing duty, fruits and vegetables alike. you're standing at the sink, laughing at something danielle says as you strain the strawberries when brandon and jeremy walk in from outside. brandon walks up to mason, giving her a kiss and swiping his card out of her jean short pocket. you're smiling sweetly at them over your shoulder when jermey slides in beside you, dropping a couple plates in the empty side of the sink.

you're looking at him as he reaches across you to grab a sponge, getting to work on scrubbing the dishes. you bite your lip and look back down, switching out the strawberries for raspberries, repeating the rinsing process.

he finishes the washing up quickly, and then moves behind you, reaching around your body to grab a strawberry. you shiver as his arm brushes your hip. "hey!" you scold, "they're not even dry yet."

"I can help it," he says around chewing, "they're so juicy when they're fresh." he says the last part in your ear, trying to sound sudective but all you can hear is his chewing and it has you laughing, pushing him away as his voice tickles your neck.

"you're so gross." you laugh, putting the raspberries to the side. you're done cleaning all the food so you turn to face him, grabbing the last bit of strawberry in his fingers and popping it in your mouth.

he tongues his cheek as you chew up at him, the both of you caught in a staring match, too afraid to let the moment pass.

but then mac is pushing jermey away in favour of grabbing raspberries and you walk away to hide your blush.

the night approaches fast, everyone winding down in the living room or in their respective bedrooms - watching movies or scrolling social media. you're watching some funny tiktok on kiley's phone, the two of you giggling together when mason descends down the stairs, retuning from putting the toddler to bed.

charlie is then plopping down between you and his girlfriend which has you laughing, pushing away from him and unknowingly into jeremy, your back bumping his broad shoulder.

"oh, god," mason breathes, having you look over at her, "i'm a terrible host. i'll show you and jermey to your room."

"oh my god, no worries," you say, using jermey's thigh as leverage to push yourself up to stand, "you've done so much, I wouldn't care if we had to sleep in a tent outside."

she waves you off, "alright you two, cmon." jeremy's hand touches your back ever so lightly, as if to guide you in the direction of the blonde. "brandon," mason calls from the stairs, "can you start bringing up their bags? when you get a moment."

she doesn't wait for a response and starts leading you and jermey up the steps and then down the hallway until you're all at the second last door.

the room is nice, you think when she opens the oak door - cream coloured walls decorated in homey artwork, accompanied by a large wardrobe and an even bigger window. there's a mahogany desk with neatly folded towels on top, a couple shower essentials in a bin beside them. the bed looks heavenly, a queen sized mattress covered in four fluffed pillows and a matching duvet, a throw blanket hanging off the end.

"it's not much," mason laughs, "but it'll do."

"no, mase, it's beautiful," you say, fingers brushing over the navy bed spread. "this is more than enough."

brandon walks in then, with the rest of the bags he hadn't brought up earlier in the day. he rolls your suitcase beside the closet. "well," the defenseman says, "we will let you two settle in, it's been a long day i'm sure you two want to...canoodle."

you blush deep at his insinuation, jeremy rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly and mason laughs, slapping her husbands chest as she slips into his side. "let us know if you need anything. we're the last door by the stairs."

"thanks guys," jeremy says after clearing his throat awkwardly, waiting until the door clicks shut before he turns to you and lets out a deep breath. "are you okay?"

you raise your brows, dropping down to sit on the bed. jeremey walks over, taking the spot beside you. "are you okay?"

he leans back on his elbows and look over at you. "i'm sorry I didn't even think about having to share a bed, I can sleep on the floor if you want."

"what? jer, no. we've shared a couch before! it's just like that but it's a bed. not a big deal, right?"

jeremey gulps, "yeah...right." he laughs, snapping himself out of his own thoughts, "as long as you promise not to stare at me when i'm changing we should be good."

you send him a look but smile anyways, falling on to your back. before you think too hard, you're moving, rolling into the side of jeremy's strong torso, the action pulling out a sigh of content.

he chuckles as your breath tickles his ribs, absentmindedly rubbing a hand up and down your back. "you okay though? really?" jeremy whispers.

you smile into his shirt, nodding gently. "yeah. I think i'm going to head for a shower though, i've been sweating all day." you see the tiny clock on the nightstand says 8:45, and it has you standing up - grabbing your toiletry bag from your luggage and a set of appropriate pyjamas for sharing a bed with your guy best friend. "i'll be back soon." you nod.

"okay," jeremy smiles, standing up as he moves to unpack his bags, assumingely grabbing something to sleep in. "i'll be here."

"you better be," you laugh, heading towards the bathroom. its 20 minutes later when you return to the shared bedroom. your hair is wet, sitting against the gray tank top on your back, water darkening the material.

jeremy is slouched against the headboard, watching a video on his phone but looks up when the door is clicked shut. he smiles lazily at you, sleep clear in his eyes. he looks so cuddly under the covers, only illuminated by the bedside lamp. you're fighting the urge to swoon.

you have to not read too deep into the way he took the right side of the bed knowing you prefer the left, and the way he gave up one of his two pillows because you can't sleep comfortably without three. so you don't pay it any mind, smiling at him gently and climbing into bed, tucking into his side until you're both falling asleep to the sound his his youtube video.

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it was wren's squeal that woke you up right as the sun was rising. you groaned into the pillow, burying your face deeper into the soft fabric. a thick arm tightened its grip around your waist. for a moment, you panic, trying to wriggle away from the person who had you locked in bed, but the mystery person grumbled and groaned.

"y/n/n if you keep moving like that, i'm going to need a cold shower. so stop."

oh.

jeremy.

oh.

immediately you stop moving, relaxing into your friends arms. "sorry," you stifle your laugh.

he's clearly still sleepy because jeremy doesn't let you go but instead he pulls you closer into his chest, breathing into your mess of frizzy hair. "mhmm it's okay."

you hear wren again, followed by charlie's distinctive laugh and then the smell of breakfast wafts upstairs, invading your nostrils and that makes your mouth salivate. "I can smell breakfast." your voice is quiet and you turn your head so can look at him properly. you find jeremy's eyes already on you softly.

suddenly you feel hot under the covers, his eyes burning into your exposed skin. "should we go down?" you ask with a small gulp.

he shrugs, "I kinda like laying here with you."

you playfully roll your eyes, looking away before he can see the wide smile that takes over your face. but jeremy does see it and he can't help but smile even wider than you had, feeling successful in his attempted flirting.

"let's get up." you insist, pushing away from him a little.

feeling bold, jeremy grips you tighter with a smirk, "oh, i'm already up." on cue you feel something hard around your hip and your eyes widen. it isn't much longer until your squealing and falling out of bed with laughter.

"jermey oh my god! you're such a douche." but it had no real bite, your angelic laughter music to jermey's ears.

"i'm sorry," he laughs, "It literally happens almost every morning and it's even worse when i wake up with a pretty girl pressed against me. I can't ignore nature." jer shrugs.

you raise your brows, "you wake up beside pretty girls often?"

he looks so serious when he says, "only you."

it has you feeling flustered and you pick yourself up, trying to keep your expression neutral: searching through your bag for a pair of shorts and a t-shirt to change into. "get dressed you big flirt."

by the time you made it downstairs after taking care of your hair and brushing your teeth, brandon was just about done frying the eggs at the stove. "hey you two."

you look behind you at his words and see jeremy, rubbing the last bit of sleep from his eye, wearing much more clothing than the last time you saw him.

"breakfast is just about ready," brandon continues.

jeremy moves past you on the stairs, running a hand over your tamed hair as he passes. you follow after him with a shove to his shoulder, the other hand smoothing your hair back out.

you take a seat on a bar stool, right in front of the breakfast making. your stomach growls at the sight of melted butter and perfectly cooked bacon.

you assume not everyone is awake yet, as you don't spot the macavoys or beecher anywhere, any lingering feeling of being late to the informal breakfast seeping away.

brandon and charlie coyle stand in front of you on the other side of the kitchen island, setting out sausages and eggs in a buffet style sequence, not finishing without fighting about the best style of eggs, which has everyone joining in. not long after that, everybody is serving themselves a plate and sitting back down to dig in.

you end up between jeremy and matthew, still in your original seat. breakfast is filled with small chatter, and you're laughing at something danielle says from the dining table when the stairs creek. you look behind your shoulder and see john beecher coming down the stairs, still clad in pyjama bottoms and a plain white tshirt, eyes not long open as he stumbles to the island. he greets the room as he begins to load his plate with a heavy portion of home fries.

"so, y/n," john says, meeting your eyes briefly before loading some eggs onto his platter, "how did you and sway meet? i feel like everybody knows the story but me."

"I don't know the story," matthew says from beside you, shoving toast in his mouth.

beecher's question is innocent enough, so you find yourself swallowing your piece of bacon quickly. charlie snickers pleasantly, like he usually does when the story is about to be told, from a few seats down. you take a sip of coffee, "we met at a bar." you settle on, avoiding charlie's stare for shoving some eggs in your mouth.

"that's it? give me detail, y/n. paint the picture," john says, dragging a stool around so he could sit across from you, plate sitting right in the middle of all the serving trays.

laughing awkwardly, you nod, "umm, okay...it was summer so it was hot in the bar, and I was doing the drink run for my table. so I went up to get drinks for my friends and I, one of them being danielle." you looked over to your blonde friend, but she was busy at the table watching mason feed wren. "and umm, a guy came up to me and started hitting on me."

"ouuu, was it sway?" matthew asked beside you, chuckling as he plopped a handful of blueberries in his mouth.

you laughed and shook your head, "no, actually it was charlie."

john coughed as he choked on his sip of orange juice. "what?! coyle?"

charlie laughed, "yeah, don't look so suprised. I was hitting on her and it was working and then sway walks over, babbling about something - totally kills my game."

jeremy rubs his eyes in embarrassment. "oh my god I hate this."

"and then at the end of the night charlie asked me out." you continue.

"so wait," john says, brows furrowed, "you two used to date?"

"only for like four months," you say, "but that's how I met jer."

john and matthew laugh, but it's john who says, "so charlie beat you to her huh? asked her out before you could."

you can feel jeremy looking at you, so you keep your eyes forward.

"yeah...he did." he says.

oh.

"but, it all worked out in the end." charlie says, oblivious to the way the air grew thick between you and the bruins goaltender.

john hums, chewing on a sausage. "im just suprised is all - the way sway talks about you y/n, is like you two have been together since like forever...I can't believe it."

oh wow.

"I wasn't expecting that," matthew says beside you, forking some of his egg into his mouth. "it's kind of like you guys were just...one step out of order which each other."

"yeah," you nod gently. sipping on some more coffee.

jeremy tosses an arm around the back of your chair, his plate already devoured. his fingers itch to rub along the expanse of your exposed arm, the black ink of your tattoo tempting him.

"so sway, what did you think when you first saw her." the question has him looking away from your skin, eyes blown wide.

you are looking at john with the same expression, crossing your legs nervously, accidentally slapping your foot against matt's calf. you were actually going to die because of john beecher.

jeremy laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck with the hand that once sat behind you. "well, I can remember her laugh. I really liked her laugh. it was loud but unique- it matched her perfectly." he gulps, looking into your eyes for the first time since the conversation started, "and she was wearing a black skirt and some black strappy top and I remember thinking she looked really...beautiful. and then we started talking and I thought she was so smart, she still is one of the smartest people I know. I fell for her that night, charlie be damned."

then jeremey smiles sheepishly, looking away from your gentle gaze and back over to the rookie, john, who is staring at the two of you with a look you can't decipher.

"but it all worked out in the end." jeremy reiterates the words said earlier by charlie, "we're here now. right baby?" the nickname has you freezing and that pretend world you'd been in once again disappearing.

"yeah," you clear your throat. jeremey's words laying heavy on your heart. "it did."

you think it's a shame it was pretend, because when guys usually talked about you, the first thing they bring up is something superficial or objectifying...never your laugh or your brains. it has you melting back into that pretend land and reaching over run your hand through jeremy's curls, smiling in thanks.

kiley and charlie descended down the stairs then, a mix of greetings and heckling being thrown at them about their late wake up time as theyre grabbing their breakfast. the conversation grows normal again, less talk about yourself and jermey's fake love story and more about plans for the day.

the boys all head out after breakfast to workout at the local gym, claiming they needed to burn off the grease. that left yourself and the girls to sit out in the sun for the morning, each taking turns tanning and entertaining wren and/or the dogs in the peak summer heat.

you're holding wren in your lap when the boys get back two hours after their initial departure, the sound of vehicles rolling into the driveway alerting you all. wren claps her hands at the mention of her dad, which has you smiling with her as she talks your ear off.

it feels like 5 minutes later when the boys are entering the backyard in their respective bathing suits to join you all. bare feet thumping down the back deck steps and onto the separate wooden platform.

suddenly a shadow covers the sun from your skin and you glance up to find jermey smiling down at you two, "hey," you whisper.

"hey there," he smirks.

"hi," wren laughs in her adorable little voice, leaving the two of you laughing.

"move your legs a little," he tells you, to which you do, the once occupied space now being taken over by jeremy's large frame. he wraps a hand around your ankle, squeezing slightly. you try not to squirm from his touch.

"how was your work out?" you ask to try and distract yourself from the way jeremy was playing with wrens little feet, making her smile up at him. if you keep watching him interact with the baby you're ovaries will surely light themselves on fire.

"it was good," he says, eyes darting up to meet yours. "how is tanning?"

"nice but i'm very hot now." you huff, pulling hair away from your neck.

he smirks, eyes dancing over your now exposed throat, "yeah you look it."

instead of dissecting that comment you tickle the girl sitting against your bent legs, "did you hear that? jer is trying to make moves on me."

he laughs loudly, head thrown back which makes the little girl laugh as well, her barbie hitting against your lower stomach, "well you are my girlfriend in case you couldn't remember."

"how could I forget?" you tease him, digging your foot into his thigh.

jeremy is leaning closer into you and you can smell his body wash. his tongue darts out to wet his lower lip and you have to resist the urge to lean in to close the gap, wanting to use your own tongue on his mouth instead, licking and kissing until you can't breathe.

as if brandon can hear your thoughts, he walks over. "okay lovebirds, i'm going to take my daughter back before she sees something she shouldn't."

you roll your eyes playfully but let him grab a laughing wren from your lap without fuss, brandon immediately kissing her chubby cheek and bouncing her in his large arms, leaving you and jeremy alone.

when you look back over at him, he's already got his eyes on you. he wraps and arm around your legs now that they aren't occupied by a small human, and tug them into his side. the way he moves you around has you feeling warm, clenching your thighs together.

he runs a hand down your thigh, feeling the heat of your skin he ticks his tongue, "are you wearing sunscreen?"

"I put some on earlier but I haven't re applied it recently..." you can see his smirk forming, a dirty comment desperate to make an appearance, "and before you get any ideas, you're not rubbing sunscreen on me, this isn't a porno."

"I wish it was," beecher teases in passing, beer clutched in his hand.

that has jeremey laughing, his chest vibrating against your legs. "I was just going to suggest that maybe you should head into the lake for a bit...cool off. I'll come with you."

in a moment of boldness you smirk, "well if you're coming with me I won't be able to cool off,"

surprisingly jeremey catches your suggestive tone and raises his brows at you, tonguing his cheek in a way that has you sweating. I mean, you weren't blind. your friend was stupid good looking, you've thought that since that night at the bar and that was back when he wasn't quite as built as he is now. but now he's filled out, grew a inch or so taller and uses all that expensive cologne that makes him smell ridiculously good.

"that's good then," he says, "because I haven't been able to cool off since the moment we met."

jeremey is leaning close enough so even if prying eyes and ears wanted to eavesdrop, they couldn't, his whisper too slow and too quiet. suddenly the situation feels too real and you're gulping, sitting up a bit straighter.

"i'm going to get a drink." jeremey lets go of your legs and your up standing immediately, walking away from him and into the house. and if you have to stick your head in the freezer to calm down that's nobody's business.

when you return outside 5 minutes later, you don't go back to where jermey sits and that has him frowning.

jeremey gave you space for the rest of the day, going as far to look away when the two of you made eye contact. he sat with matthew during dinner while you sat with mason and brandon, claiming you wanted more time with their daughter so your and jeremey's distance didn't seem suspicious.

the day in the sun had tired you out and you headed to bed just after 8. you lay awake for awhile and you can't help but think of the day as well as your conversation with jeremy on that lounge chair.

you have to remember that your friendship has always been touchy and flirty - it wasn't new but that doesn't mean your stomach didn't flutter anytime his touch lingered, or when his breath tickled your skin, or when his words have you wondering: wondering if maybe he felt the same way about you that you've always felt about him.

jeremy comes upstairs an hour after you had, and you pretended to be asleep when he whispered your name. regardless he cuddled into you, leaving your heart beating rapidly.

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you're the first one awake the next morning, the sun just barley peeking over the horizon through the open window. you gently push jeremy's arm of your waist and sneak downstairs, pulling his discarded hoodie on as you descend down the hallway quietly.

you make yourself a cup of coffee, stirring in your sugar as the room is enveloped in the first hour of sunshine.

the sound of feet dragging have you glancing over your shoulder to see john. he's wearing the same pyjama pants as the previous day but no shirt this time, which has you looking away like you've been caught staring when you shouldn't have been.

"good morning," he sighs, moving so he is standing beside you, making himself his own morning coffee.

"morning," you smile politely, testing your drink before deciding you need another sugar.

"brandon mentioned taking the boat out today," he adds his creamer to the mug, "you going to come?"

"that sounds nice," you agree, "i'll definitely be joining."

"good," he takes a sip of his drink, turning to face you, "he said there's a decent sand bar like 10 minutes out that's never busy - should be a nice spot."

"yeah," you take another sip, "I hope nobody is there, i'm not in the mood for conversation with strangers."

john laughs which makes you giggle along. "I hear that."

"hey," a voice interrupts and you look over and see a very sleepy jeremy. he's shirtless too which has you feeling warm, eyes darting down to look into your mug "i wondered where you went." jeremy says to you and you shrug, peeking over the rim of your drink to look at him.

"sorry, woke up early." you shrug. "I didn't want to wake you."

just as jeremy looks like he may say something more, brandon jogs down the stairs behind him, wren babbling in his ear about food. "oh hey, didn't think i'd see anybody yet, I would've put pants on."

suddenly you're very aware of the fact brandon's only wearing boxers and you laugh, looking away.

"I was just talking about the plans for today and that sand bar you mentioned." john says, grabbing some ingredients to make what looks like a smoothie.

"yeah," brandon nods, adding apple juice to a sippy cup, "i'm so down for that, you all coming?"

so that's how you ended up on the boat, jeremy sitting beside you as the two of you, brandon, john, matthew, mason, danielle and kiley all clad in beach attire as brandon drove out to the sand bar.

your arm brushes against your friends anytime brandon hits a wave, but you don't dare look over at him. you keep your eyes straight forward, even when you can feel jeremy's burning into the side of your head.

it isn't long before you're all arriving, anchoring down only 3 or so meters from the hump of sand that has formed a sand bar. there wasn't anybody else there, like brandon claimed, so your prayers of no conversation had been answered.

just as the engine shuts off and people start moving around, grabbing floaties and drinks alike, you can see jeremy look at you again. "y/n?" he whispers quietly.

you weren't wanting to be confronted on the boat in front of all your friends, so you pretend you don't hear him, standing quickly and making your way to the back of the boat were you see the girls chatting and changing out of their cover up's and into their bathing suits.

"you getting in?" kiley asked as you approached. she is standing, peering down into the water below like she may be unsure.

"yeah," you say and without much longer, you reach for the hem of your loose tank top, pulling it up and over your head to reveal your halter bikini top.

danielle whistles from her spot sitting with her feet in the water, "looking hot y/n!" the girls start cat calling you and you blush, throwing your top at your blond friend.

at the commotion, jeremy looks away from his conversation with charlie just as you're bent over in favour of taking off your jean shorts, giving him the perfect view of your bikini covered ass.

he blows out air, turning away as a blush rises to his face. charlie just laughs at him, patting his shoulder as he makes his way over to the girls, leaving jeremey to collect himself.

charlie rushes past you, cannonballing into the lake, effectively soaking his fiancé and drenching your legs.

"hey!" danielle scolds, wiping her face. charlie then swims back over, dragging her into the water.

you're laughing at your friends protests when suddenly hands are on your hips, arms bringing you to a chest before their launching you both off the boat, plunging into the chilled morning water.

you are submerged and the hands let go, allowing you to freely swim up to the surface. you splutter, pushing your hair away from your face. turning around you find jeremy just as he emerges and you shove his shoulder. "what the hell."

you're thankful other people have started jumping in, their screams and laughter drowning out your harsh tone.

he wipes his face before sending you a stern look. "why are you ignoring me?"

"i'm not."

"you are." he fights back. "did I do something?"

he looks genuinely concerned and it has your stomach dropping. "no...no you didn't do anything."

"so why are you mad at me?"

"i'm not mad at you," you say quickly, "sorry just yesterday I just..."

"look, if I made you uncomfortable..." jeremy starts and you shake your head, shoulders starting to burn from shredding water. "you didn't do anything, Jer. I was just feeling sick or something." he's looking at you all warm and it has your shoulders deflating. "I shouldn't have been cold towards you."

he breathes out a sigh, "well, are you okay?"

"i'm fine, I promise."

"okay, just, I don't want to ever upset you and I was going crazy thinking I did something wrong. I miss you like every moment we don't talk, it's kind of insane - and I never want to be the reason we don't talk, y/n. dream team remember?"

you nod, "dream team. i'm sorry."

he shakes his head, "don't apologize."

a beat passes and then your sighing, "my arms are going to fall of soon if we keep talking here, I can't reach the bottom."

without a word he grabs one of your moving legs, dragging you through the water until he can wrap both of your thighs around his hips, holding you against him. "is that better?" he whispers, eyes searching your face for any signal of your emotions.

you nod once, "yeah..."

the moment feels too real again so you laugh, "screw you for being tall and reaching the bottom."

expect jeremy doesn't laugh but holds an expression you can't quite pinpoint. "what were you and johnny talking about this morning before I came down?"

"oh," you breathe out, "nothing really. just the boat I guess, we just kind of woke up at the same time and made coffee," you see his expression is sour so you smirk, "why?...are you jealous?"

he laughs at first like he's going to deny it, shaking his head slowly. but then he says, "maybe I am,"

"don't be," you whisper, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, your legs lightly squeezing his torso to keep yourself grounded.

his face changes again, "I don't want him taking you away from me with his stupid charm and stupid face..."

you're looking into his eyes with the same look you had given him that night outside the bar. "nobody could ever take me from you, jer."

your tone is gentle and it has him melting into your touch. his eyes dart down to your lips and you take a shallow breath, anticipating swirling deep in your gut.

just as it looks like jeremy might lean in, you're interrupted. "hey! you guys hungry?" mason calls from the boat, "we are gunna head back soon to get the grill going!"

you clear your throat, unraveling your legs from jeremey's torso to which he sighs, dropping his hands from your waist. "okay! yeah sounds good," you call back. your pray nobody could tell your voice was shaky, too pumped up on adrenaline of what almost happened.

your turn your gaze back to jeremy and you find he is still looking at you, a blush starting to form on his face.

you smile brightly, splashing him with the water before darting away, letting him chase after you in the water as you make your way back to the boat.

the rest of the day is spent relaxing, especially now that jeremey has brought you back to earth from your previous self pity party. everybody ends up hanging outside for the rest of the day, drinking and snacking until the sun was setting on the lake, to which they headed inside to get a start on dinner - which was going to be pasta.

the last lingering person slips inside as the stars start to twinkle, leaving you still lying on your sun bed, staring up into the now night sky. you're sure it's chilly now, but the six white claws that are flowing through your blood stream are effective in keeping you from feeling cool.

a familiar face appears above you which has you smiling softly. "you're blocking my view."

jeremy laughs, "oh my apologies your highness," he teases, "aren't you cold?"

you shrug, "nah...i'm too busy trying to find the dippers."

jeremy looks up briefly with lip stuck between his teeth. he chuckles, looking back down. "okay, make room for me, i'll help you look."

"and how are you going to fit on here?"

"sit up," he instructs and you roll your eyes playfully but obey. just then he slips in behind you, his legs falling in line beside yours. just as you go to question him he pulls you back down so your pressed into his front. then he pulls his knees up, trapping you in. "that comfortable?"

you nod, too nervous to speak. your eyes search the stars again but it isn't long before you can feel jeremy chuckle, "got it."

"what? where is it?"

"look carefully," he tells you, grabbing your hand and bringing them both into the sky, where he then points in the direction of the constellation with both your fingers. "see it now?" his breath is warm against your ear.

you nod. "I do." a beat of silence passes, "isn't it beautiful?"

your eyes are still dancing through the stars when jeremey looks down at you, a smile tugging at his lips. "the most beautiful."

"are you guys like fucking or can you come eat with us?" you recognize charlie macovy's voice form the back door and it has you sitting up.

laughing you say, "don't be gross." you push away from the man behind you, leaving him to take a deep breath and follow behind you.

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the next couple days end up being pretty tame. the group ends up either tanning, swimming to walking on the nearby trail. all eating together and packing in early every night and each night john jokes that you're all old, but cuddling into bed with jeremy at the end of every day made you not care.

it's the second last night at the lake house and instead of being boring like you all had been for the past couple nights, matthew and john beg for a bonfire which brandon agrees wasn't a bad idea. so he sends the two youngest out to get some drinks and smore necessities while the rest of you stay back and start the fire.

matt and john get back just as the sky turns dark and you have all taken a seat on makeshift chairs and benches. it doesn't take long after smore making for you to start feeling the affects of your consumed bottle of wine.

your laugh becomes louder and your face becomes redder, which has jeremy laughing amused at your tipsy state.

a few hours pass and mason has to put wren and the dogs to bed, which ends up with brandon following for a much needed sleep. kiley and charlie head up to bed too, followed by matthew which leaves not many of you by the fire.

never be like you is coming out the mini speaker, loud enough so you could dance and sing along, but quiet enough where it wouldn't disturb anybody sleeping in the lake house.

jeremey watches you and danielle twirl each other around, smiling and laughing amongst yourselves.

"sway, there's something I want to say," charlie says beside him, which catches the goalies attention. coyle laughs, "I should've said this along time ago but, back at the bar when I asked y/n out...I knew that you wanted her, I could tell by the way you looked at each other." charlie takes a sip of beer, "I really thought you would've beaten me to her that night so I was shocked when she said she'd go out with me."

"really?"

"yeah," charlie says, "even on our first date, she asked about you. I thought she was just curious about my friends, but she didn't ask about anyone else. you're her home, jeremy. so...I don't know, I guess i'm apologizing for dating her and not giving you a chance because I think you both wanted it."

jermey gulps, "oh. it's, ugh, its all good."

"she's like really awesome, and a great girl and an even better friend for setting me up with my now finance. now that you finally have her, never let her go."

just as he goes to respond, you stumble over, tripping over some uneven ground but before jeremy can get out to break your fall, you catch your balance, laughing. "whoops."

"you okay?" jeremy asks amused. you're clearly drunk, he can tell by the way your eyes have glossed over and how your chest was red with heat.

you nod with a smile, "jer...come dance with me?"

"I don't know," he laughs softly, eyes moving over your body as if he was assessing you.

you frown playfully, "please? just one dance. please, I love this song."

you can already see the answer on his face before jeremy speaks and that is enough. his slight smile and shy eyes have you breaking out into a grin, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the camping chair.

he does all the work of pulling up his body weight though, too heavy for your intoxicated sate. you're smiling when you start dancing, arms wrapping around his neck. the synth pop tune is suddenly quiet, and you're focused on the way jeremy is breathing, staring down at you with the most gentle smile. "if you're sick of me after this week and never want to see me again, I understand." you say.

jeremy draws his brows together, "what? no. nothing could make me never want to see you again."

you bit your lip to try and stop your smile.

"and honestly," he lowers his voice, "this has turned out easier than I thought it would be - I think that's why I chose you to be my fake girlfriend for this trip. I knew we could do it."

you take a shaky breath, choosing to ignore the fake part of fake girlfriend. "why do you think that is?"

your question seems simple enough, jeremy not catching the underlying tone of real wonder. he looks away from your gaze and over to the lake. shrugging his shoulders, he swallows thickly, "I'm not sure, maybe I knew that I didn't really have to pretend with you"

he looks back over to you with a sheepish expression but the look on your face has him frowning slightly. you're eyes are starting to close, the affects of your wine finally catching up to you. "y/n..." jeremy says your name in a whisper. it has you blowing your eyes open wide and you stumble again. he blinks hard, running a hand flat over your hair before keeping his hand resting on where your neck and shoulder meets. jeremy laughs slightly. "I think it's time for bed."

you let jeremy tuck you under his arm, and you use his body weight as support while you both bid goodbyes to the remaining bonfire enjoyers. he's practically walking for you as the two of you climb up the stairs and slip through the back doors of the lake house: slowly pattering up the carpeted stairs with jeremy guiding your hips to ensure your stability.

jeremy shuts the bedroom door once the two of you are inside the room and when he turns back around to face you, you're lying flat on the bed, smiling lazily over at jeremy.

"you can't fall asleep yet," he teases, walking over and tracing a pattern on your thigh, "you have to change out of your bonfire clothes."

he's referring to your jean cut offs and oversized bruins shirt. his words have you groaning out, "can you do it for me."

you miss the way jeremy gulps nervously, eyes darting away when your legs fall open and your pink underwear become slightly visible. you call his name and he looks back over. you have your hands out, "please, i'm tired."

he nods quickly, grabbing a hold of your outstretched hand and pulling you into a sitting position. you're still sporting that lazy smile that has jeremy feeling nervous. "stand up for me." he says quietly and you nod, standing on unsteady feet infront of your best friend.

he's not looking into your eyes when his fingers pop open your shorts metal button, running down and pulling on the small zipper. your chest starts heaving at his gentle touches. he drops down to his knees infront of you, slowly pulling down the material off your legs. his knuckles grazing your smooth skin has you sighing, mouth hung open.

he's still avoiding your stare, his eyes focused on the knitted blanket beside him. the alcohol is still in control of your actions and it has you giggling quietly just as jeremy reaches your ankles.

"lift your foot." he says, eyes finally falling on your feet to make sure you keep your balance. you grab a hold on his strong shoulder so you can lift your feet one at a time so the shorts can fall to the carpeted floor.

the room is only illuminated by the moon light, which jermey is thankful for. he's sure his red face is very bright, his semi even more noticeable under his lulu lemon shorts. you’re left in the same shirt and your underwear, the tshirt just barley covering your exposed butt cheeks.

"jer," you whisper as he moves to a standing position. he's still not looking in your eyes so you reach out, hand resting over the stubble on his jawline and cheek. "you can look at me."

his eyes finally flicker to yours and you smile, your other hand moving to rest on his chest. instinctively, jermey grabs your waist, your tshirt bunching up and exposing your hip, covering by your pink thong. "can I ask you something?"

he's nodding wordlessly so you continue. "if charlie didn't ask me out that night...would you have?"

jeremy doesn't answer right away, only the sound of his breathing lets you know that he's actually still infront of you.

he thinks back to earlier in the evening, and his conversation with his teammate. he thinks you're just curious, no other reason why you could possibly want to know. jeremy tries not to let his mind wander back to how your half naked infront of him. how not even the smell of smoke could over power your fruit hair oil he can smell. he also thinks about how you're intoxicated, and how you aren't going to remember this interaction when you wake up tomorrow. so, jermey sighs, squeezing your hip, "yes, I would have."

"jeremy...I should tell you- "

"it's okay," he whispers, embarrassment of his confession wanting to badly take over, "it all worked out, right. best friends."

no, you think. we aren't just friends, please just confess. lean in and kiss me and take me to bed and just finally love me -

"you're still drunk," jermey interrupts your racing mind, "let's just go to sleep."

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the sun beating on your back is what wakes you up the next morning. it has your groaning out, pulling the covers up and over your head to further bury yourself in the cocoon. it doesn't take long to realize you're alone, the bed empty next to you.

you sit up, frowning at your lack of pyjama bottoms but then you start to remember the night before. the dancing, jermey's calloused hands on your legs, his confession, you're longing need for your best friend. you feel like crying, groaning and covering your eyes.

you slip on a pair of sweatpants and a different shirt, trying your best to eliminate the smell of bonfire before you need to take a shower. mason and danielle are the only ones downstairs, greeting you with sweet smiles and an avocado bagel. your stomach growls at the sight, devouring the breakfast quicker than the coffee pot finishes its brew. "where's everybody gone?"

mason looks at you over her shoulder from her spot on the stove. "oh! the guys went for a run and I think kiley is still sleeping."

you nod, taking a sip of fresh coffee.

danielle giggles, biting down on her own bagel. "why? missing your man?"

you try not to frown at her question and you just nod once.

your mid sip when the boys return from their run, all shirtless, tan and sweaty. when you spot jeremy, you choke, his sweat glistening off his body making him look even more desirable. danielle pats your back while you collect yourself, the boys making fun of your reaction as they pass.

jeremy sends a quickly smile your way before turning to make his way upstairs. in that moment, you're sure he thinks you don't remember the night before, so you decide that you'll pretend you don't: that you'll go on about your day as you two usually would.

that way it wouldn't be awkward or tense and even though all you wanted to do was finally tell jermey how you feel - finally confess everything after all these years, you won't. because you think if he felt the same way...he would've told you last night. he doesn't want to embarrass you, you think.

so when jeremy returns from his shower 15 minutes later, smelling like woody cologne and old spice products you smile normally, pulling him in for a hug that has mason cooing and danielle giggling. he squeezes you back and kisses the side of your head and in that moment you smile because ignorance is bliss and you can't loose him.

wren is very active, so in the afternoon you all take her for a walk on the nearby trail, dogs dancing throughout all your feet as they move. jeremy has to ignore the urge to kill his teammate when you trip, beecher catching you and letting his hands linger on your waist for a few extra seconds. it's whatever.

dinner approaches quickly, and brandon uses whatever is still left in the fridge to cook up a meal. it ends up being a mix match chicken taco feast, with masons famous garden salad - which was super tasty. the conversation was flowing, everyone trying to make good use of the last night all together before parting ways.

jeremy has been holding a sour expression since the hike, jaw clenched with white knuckles. only speaking when spoken to. even during dinner when you placed your arm on his bicep, he tensed, but didn't look at you: shoving more leafy greens into his mouth.

wren goes to bed not long after, followed by beecher and matt who claimed they needed rest for their early morning. so brandon suggested a movie night, which was highly praised. everyone occupying chairs and couches alike, snuggled under throw blankets as monte slid are we there yet? into the old dvd player.

you're chuckling quietly when jeremy glances over at you. the room is pretty much dark now, only illuminated by the tv screen. he can't help but let a smile tug at his lips, they way you looked so happy made him feel better. he knows he's been acting a grouch all afternoon, he just can't get over how john touched your body, or the way the rookie never failed to make you giggle. it was so...infuriating.

you catch his eyes but jeremy looks away. it has your frowning before looking back at the tv, movie nearing its end.

when the credits roll everybody bids goodnight, climbing the stairs to their respective rooms and/ or bathrooms to get ready for the last night. jeremy beats you upstairs, his back turned when you enter the bedroom. his muscles are flexing underneath his shirt and the action has you drooling, wanting desperately to run your hands over the expanse of his back.

you clear your throat and shut the door. jeremy doesn't look at you, still rummaging through his duffle bag.

"are you mad at me?" you question, taking a small step towards him.

"no," he says quickly, tossing a towel over his shoulder. he turns to face you and you see him gripping his toothbrush, presumably wanting to get to the bathroom. jermey tries to side step you but you block him, standing in front of him.

"then what's wrong?" he doesn't answer so you sigh, dropping your shoulders, "did something happen today? you've been acting weird since we got back from the walk."

at the mention of the hike earlier, jeremy's eyes flash. you let out a satisfied laugh, "what happened on the hike?"

jeremy take some look at your curious face and sighs, placing his toothbrush down behind him. "nothing, really, it's stupid."

"it's not stupid if it has you this upset, jer."

your eyes are all soft as you look up at him and it has him faltering, eyes darting to the ground briefly. "it's just...the way beecher was touching you. yeah, he helped you before you could fall, fine, but he lingered and then he just kept touching you - which is crazy because hello, like i'm the one supposed to be touching you and making you laugh, not him."

he kind of spews that all in one breath so it takes you a moment to digest what he's said. you giggle slightly, "I told you you don't need to be jealous."

he groans, pinching the bridge of his nose, "I know, I know! it's just...you're mine and he doesn't even care."

you gulp. his eyes open and he's looking down at you, the dawn of realization of his own words raining down over his head. just as he looks like he may apologize, take back his possessive statement, you're pushing closer, grabbing his hand and placing it on your waist. "yeah, I am yours." you whisper.

instinctively his other hand grabs the back of your neck, so you have no choice but to keep looking up at him. his eyes go hazy, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip.

you push up on your tippy toes, bumping your nose against his a few times. then jeremy leans in, placing a fast kiss on your mouth. he pulls away, scared you'll turn and run, but you don't, hands sliding up his chest and around his neck, bringing him back down to kiss him again.

the kisses turns hot and fast, jeremy's back burning from leaning down to keep your lips together. his hands leave your waist and neck, sliding down over your ass until he's gripping the back of your thighs. he pulls you up, letting you jump up until your legs are secure around his waist.

he walks blindly until he finds the desk, dropping you down with a thud so you're sitting on the top, not once stopping the heavy mess of wet kisses and hot breath.

you're tugging off jermey's shirt then, hands sliding up the hard front of abs until he's sighing, pulling you close until your pelvis is bumping his dick. the friction has you moaning, head falling back.

"can I take this off?" jeremy whispers, hands fiddling with the hem of your shirt. you're nodding quickly, lifting your arms so he can easily strip you of the top, leaving you in your string bikini, nipples hard through the fabric. you begin to untie the last article covering your breasts, jermey helping you remove the orange material and exposing you.

"you're so beautiful," he sighs, leaning down and sucking one of your hard buds into his mouth.

"jer," you sigh, hands running through his hair as he licks, your other nipple being played with by his fingers. pinching and pulling until you're grinding against him. "need you inside me," you say when he comes back up to face you.

cheeks flushed he nods, "yeah, okay." his fingers start to tug on the zipper of your shorts, "lift up for me," he tells you. you lift your ass of the table just enough for him to slip down your shorts, discarding them on the floor with the rest of the clothing.

"your turn," you giggle quietly, tugging on the hem of his basketball shorts until they drop to his ankles, leaving him in just his briefs, cock straining against the fabric.

he grabs your face, kissing you hard. your hand slips down so you can palm him, his mouth falling open against yours as you move. "I don't have a condom," he says.

"I don't care," you bite your lip, "can just pull out." your breath is heavy and it has him nodding against your forehead.

"sounds, yeah, that sounds good." his fumbling has you laughing slightly.

"put it in me."

jeremy nods, pulling down his underwear enough so his dick springs free, standing hard and strong below his belly button, right against his happy trail. you moan at the sight, reaching forward to kiss his neck.

he pumps himself a few times as he pulls your bikini bottoms to the side, your glistening sweet pussy, wet and ready with anticipation. "fuck you're so hot." he says, running his top through your folds to collect your arousal.

"please," you wither.

without being asked again, he slowly sinks into you, both of you moaning out in sync at the stretch. he grabs one of your legs, hauling it up and over his shoulder for the deepest possible angle.

it has you crying out, hand slapping over your mouth. he begins thrusting into you, hard enough where he has to hold your hips to keep you from jittering up the desk and away from him. you're both moaning out as quietly as possible, very aware you're surrounded by your friends and a child.

it isn't long before jermey can feel you clenching around him. "are you close baby?" he asks through heavy breaths and it has you whimpering, nodding your head. "yeah? I can feel it. you feel so good, like you were made for me."

"you feel so good jer," you moan, "i'm going to cum."

his thrusts increase and it has you gripping his shoulder harder, your other hand digging into the wood desk. "cum on my cock, I wanna feel you."

his words have you pushing over the edge, the coil in your stomach snapping and releasing all over his length as it moves inside you.

you're moaning as you recover, his thrusts still fast as he chases his own release. you pull him in for a messy kiss, "are you close?"

jeremy breaths, "i'm gunna cum on your stomach, okay?"

you nod, kissing his neck until he's groaning, pulling out of your warmth and releasing his load over your lower stomach, pulling on his cock until he's empty.

your heaving breaths are in sync as you both come down from a high, the room enveloped in almost full darkness saved by the one beside lamp. "you okay?" jeremy asks, pulling you from your post - orgasam daze. you nod, letting jeremy man handle your leg until it's back on the table top.

"you okay?" you reiterate and he chuckles softly, picking up his discarded shirt.

"i'm great," you says, softly wiping away his mess from your torso.

once you're both clean (clean as possible from the wiping of a tshirt) he leads you to bed silently, both of you slipping under the soft blanket. jeremy smiles at you softly before pulling you into him, kissing your shoulder once before closing his eyes.

it isn't long before you follow suit, letting sleep overcome you as you think about how jeremy is the first man who's ever given you an orgasam without touching your clit. it's no big deal....really.

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on the last morning at the lake house, you had woken up before jeremy. his naked chest is warm where its pressed to your side, his arm heavy were its resting under your chest. his soft snores tickle your shoulder, breath gentle as it raises goose bumps on your skin.

your mind reels over the night before, face immediately flushing at the thought of jeremy all over your body, wet kisses and strong hands running over every inch of you.

gently, you slip out of his hold. you're quiet when you slip on a hoodie and sweat shorts, leaving the room just as the sun is peeking over the horizon. the house is quiet, not even wren or mason are awake. beecher and matthew had left an hour before you woke, catching flights home to spend their rest of the summer with their respective families.

you grab one of the last pre-made protein smoothies from the rather empty fridge before quietly slipping onto the back deck. your bare feet are tickled by the grass as you make your way down to the dock, the cast of orange and pinks illuminating the worn out wood platform.

you're in your own head as you sit, phone gently playing taylor swift as the gentle waves lap against the docks posts. pulling your knees up to your chest, you rest your head on top, staring out into the peaceful morning water.

the sound of footsteps fill you with a momentary panic, turning down your music and looking behind you. jeremy is there, now dressed in his own hoodie and shorts, hood pulled over his head.

you're clearing your throat of its thickness as he sits down beside you, "hey, what are you doing out here?"

you just shrug, watching as his legs stretch out before him, thigh bumping your hip.

he clears his throat which has you darting up to his face. "I thought you left."

you sigh, "no I wouldn't do that."

jeremy nods and you watch his adam's apple bob as he swallows. "I feel like we should talk about what happened." his words are so quiet it has you question if he even said it. then you find him looking at you with an expression which leads you to bite your lip.

"we don't have to," you say quickly, "jeremy I don't want to embarrass you."

he thinks he sees your eyes start to fill with tears and it has him sitting up straighter, wanting to bring you into his chest and kiss your hairline until you're happy. but at the same time he's also thinking the worst. that you know about his feelings, and you're about to tell him that you don't feel the same. that the week has been nice, but you think the two of you should stay friends. he's thinking that you'll say thanks for the sex but that's all this would be. but then jermey thinks maybe that's okay, because he'd rather you only ever want sex from him that one time than loose his best friend all together n

he looks over at you carefully. "why would I be embarrassed?"

the sun is higher up now, but the sky is still casting a warm glow over the lake house. you take a moment to admire jeremy, his beard is grown out and his hair is long at the nape of his neck, curling around his ears. he looks so handsome in the summer - he looks handsome is very season though, so your thoughts are biased. "embarrassed because you know I want more than just sex...and it's okay if that all you needed from me, jer, really. I can't push my feelings aside because i'd rather give you that one thing than loose you all together."

jeremy can't even think straight at that confession, his own thoughts bouncing around his head, contradicting one another as they swirl. "what?" he settles on, his breath heavy.

you look at him with a soft look, "I remember the other night about what I said to you. even my drunk brain couldn't forget something like that."

his face falls momentarily.

you continue, "I remember what I asked you and I remember what you said and i'm sorry okay, I don't want to put you in a tough spot. I thought that there was a small possibility that maybe, just maybe you'd like me back but we're friends, like you said -"

"wait. what?"

you swallow thickly and feel like crying. "no it's okay," you whisper, "we can pretend it never happened - I don't mind,  but I can't loose you jer, we have to still be friends and if we need to forget about my feelings for you to do that, we can!"

jeremy sits up straighter and breaths out a laugh. it has you furrowing your eyebrows. he grabs your face in his hands, "y/n, every day since that night at the bar... I have regretted not asking you first. that's what I wanted to say the other night but I didn't want to scare you away."

it's your turn to look confused, "what are you implying?"

"It's never been about just having sex with you: never. I've never not wanted you in every way humanly possible but I just didn't think you felt the same way." he pulls his hood down, the heat of the sun and his confession too much, "nobody has been like you, y/n, in fact - how many girls have I dated since we met?"

you blew out a soft breathe, wiping a tear that had fallen down your cheek, "i don't know...none."

jeremy nods, "none. do you want to know why?"

"why?" you whisper.

"they're not you."

"what?"

"they're. not. you. that night at the bar, when charlie asked you out...you looked at me and that's when I should've asked you, charlie be damned. I love you and I have for a long time."

his confession has you breathing out shakily, hand creeping up so you could ground yourself onto his wrist. he doesn't let your face go. "jeremy," you smile wetly, "I love you. i'm sorry for not telling you sooner, I was too scared."

he laughs, "there's nothing to apologize for," jeremy rubs his thumb along your cheek bone, stroking your tan skin. "I wasn't brave enough to tell you back then, but I am now."

then he leans in and finally kisses you. a long peck until your lips slot together in a dance of their own. this kiss was different form the ones the night before. this was was soft, full of love and time and longing. your free hand settles at the nape of his neck, running through his curls.

jeremy pulls back slightly, his lips still brushing yours as he spoke, "now that I finally have you, i'm never letting you go."

"good," you kiss him, "I don't want you too."

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A/N: I kind of hate this ? but I wanted to get it posted so here yall sway girls go - feast my queens.

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MILES MORALES 1610 X READER

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Masterlist: here ➼

Pairing: Miles Morales x sweet girlfriend ᥫ᭡

Synopsis: Headcanons of miles (1610) and his sweet girlfriend who he is absolutely obsessed with and whipped for!

Genre: fluff + slight angst

Word count: 801

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➳ Miles morales loveees quality time with the people who loves, and especially with you. If you arent laid up at his house chilling while watching him play video games, you were probably out exploring the city of New York with eachother.

➳ Miles Morales definitely likes hugs. You know, the kinds of hugs where he can smell your perfume and become so lost in the scent that he'll still be able to smell it when you let go of him. The kind of hugs where your soft and warm body is pressed against his, and he just feels like he's at home.

"can i have one more hug ma? ion wanna let you go yet.." he'll mutter before slowly bringing you closer to him.

➳ Miles morales who is always scouting for you. When he's at school, he's looking through hallways just to get a glimpse of you. during nightly patrols, he swings by your houses and glances into your window hoping to see you peacefully sleeping in the security of your home. When he knows that you are, he finally feels okay.

"Thank god shes alright" He whispers to himself before swinging back around the city.

➳ Miles Morales definitely loves when you plays with his hair. He loves feeling your soft fingers softly massaging his scalp while you tell him all the things you did that day, or just things that you want to do in the future. Whatever it is, he loves hearing it just because *you're* the one talking.

"Mhm, tell me more mama" he'll mumble while slowly falling asleep in your arms.

➳ Miles Morales likes kisses! Kisses on his neck, jaw, or cheeks just make him fold everytime. You can definitely expect makeout sessions to frank ocean or the weeknd playing in the background of his dark room, one of his hands draped around your waist and the other in your hair or cupping your cheeks.

➳ Miles Morales who hates arguing with you. He doesn't like leaving any conversation on a bad note, especially after Uncle Aarons death. He just feels like any moment could be the last he spends with you, so he tries to make the most out of any and every conversation he has with you.

➳ Miles Morales who sometimes has his days where all he thinks about is Uncle Aaron. He comes to your house, enters your room without even knocking with low eyes and a tense body. You immediately rush to him, giving him kisses and multiple hugs while reminding him that his uncle would be so proud of him.

He doesn't say anything in reponse in that moment, but you know he's grateful that he can always rely on you in situations like these.

➳ Miles Morales who sometimes calls you late at night holding back tears, especially when he hasn't had much time to see you because of spidey-business. He constantly goes on mute so you won't hear him sniffling, but you can always tell.

He just misses his sweet girl so much, and feels like he isn't doing enough to make time for her. You always remind him that he's always enough, and forever will be.

"I-I dont know. I just..." he pauses, trying to find the right words to say."I just miss you, that's all. I feel like we dont spend as much time as we should..and its my fault you know?".

➳ Miles Morales who helps you study. Sometimes, you feel really stupid around him. You're smart, but you dont feel like you're smart in the same way he is. It seems like he always knows the answers to everything, while you struggle with answering even the most basic of questions. He reassures you that you are smart, and probably even more so than he is. It doesn't convince you though, so he makes time after school to help you study and do homework with him. Really though, its just an excuse to hang out with you.

"See ma? You aren't stupid. You just need to stop doubting yourself. Podrías ser mucho mejor que yo si simplemente crees en ti mismo." He'll tell you, pulling you in for a hug as he plants soft kisses all over your face.

➳ Miles Morales who gives you the first and last bites of his food. If you have problems with eating, he'll always reassure you that your body is fine just that way it is, and encourage you to eat with him.

"Say ah.." he'll urge, holding a spoon full of the pozole his mother had made just a few hours prior.

➳ Miles Morales will always win the 'i love you more' game. No matter how much you try to argue that you love him the most, he knows that it'll always be the opposite. Its just no topping his love for you.

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#tags #milesmorales #milesmoralesupremacy #milesmoralesfluff #acrossthespiderverse !!

[wannaeatramyeon]

Adventures of YOUR part time job in the Lookismverse

G/N. You work the graveyard shift in a convenience store. You meet bizarre characters on different nights. Part 1 | Part 2

The customers can usually be separated into 3 categories.

Drunks, students, and weirdos.

Unfortunately for you, lately the weirdos have turned into regulars. But fortunately the weirdos aren't so weird.

The one that made it a habit to check in on you, with the scars and the cheesy wink wasn't so bad. Jack, was it? You can't remember and it's been too long for you to ask. You awkwardly address him as 'you' and avoid any situation where you need to use his name.

He likes to ask how you are, tell a few jokes. Spirit undeterred even when you look at him with a blank face because bless his soul, he's not funny at all but at least he tries and he's a lot less weird than first impression.

He hangs around at odd times, then again you do only work at odd times. Telling you stories about this and that. Something about Big Deal, something about a guy called Sinu and something about another guy called Samuel.

It's difficult to keep track. It's like he wants to talk but he's cryptic and god, it's 4am who can blame you if your eyes are glazing over.

John, or is it Jerry, is waffling again. He seems to always be talking about Samuel. Who he apparently misses and wonders where it's gone wrong and hang on, he's never been explicit but you just had to know.

When he takes a breath to munch on a cookie, you ask, "Hold on, is Samuel your ex?"

Wait no his name is Jason, definitely Jason- freezes mid-chew, "Why would you say that? He's my friend!"

Joshua sprays crumbs all over you but you note how he doesn't say no.

(You think you see this Samuel one early morning. You’re pretty sure you’ve seen him before and man, he really looks like shit.

Looks like the breakup is getting to him too.

Poor Samuel and Poor Jim.)

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But sometimes weirdos are just weirdos. 

It's ok. It comes with the territory so long as they're not in the habit of hurling abuse or whatever, you can deal with it.

In recent memory, there's only been two people that you have had to almost chase out with a broomstick.

You should have known they would be weirdos when one of them walks in in surprisingly teeny tiny purple camo shorts. Not that you're a pearl clutcher, but you're worried that one wrong move and he could be dangling out.

Besides. Purple. Camo. Shorts. Those words should never follow one after the other, and you repress a shudder at this guy's hideous dress sense when he comes up to you.

You thought the other one was alright, at least there's no hideous purple camo shorts in sight and his hair is nice (huh, this style must be popular, you’ve seen a lot of guys with this hair)-

But then he opens his mouth and asks for snakes and you think it's karma for judging camo-guy for his appearance when his friend is equally odd.

"We usually keep the snakes next to the ramen," you deadpan and the two men actually go to seek out the supposed snake (meat or pet purposes?) only to return moments later, empty-handed and looking confused.

"I think the snake is all sold out," Non-camo guy says as camo-guy glances around as if you might have hidden your snake stock elsewhere.

They must have thought you were stupid as you stood there opening and closing your mouth like a fish (or maybe a snake, do snake do these things), because come on, how are you even supposed to formulate a response to that?

Then you look at their eyes and also notice them looking snakey and surmise it must be some weird fetish thing. Pretending to be snakes and eating snakes and having pet snakes.

You want no part of this and tell them to get out.

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"I'm Baek Hangyeol," a new face says, pointing to his ID badge pinned to the white coat. 

"Doctor Baek Hangyeol." He stresses Doctor and Hangyeol and you wonder if he is waiting for a round of applause.

You don't say anything but you do notice he looks like a teenager and what idiot would let a teenager operate on them. (Drunk, student, weirdo. He could be all three.) Doctor Baek Hangyeol must be bluffing.

You decide not to call him on his bullshit. 

"Cool," is all you respond with because you don't want another complaint for being too mouthy. You are half tempted to tell him you're not a doctor, that you just work here but that seemed kinda redundant so you keep your mouth shut.

"Do you believe in true beauty?" he asks when you finish bagging up his goods (a plain water with added minerals, a bottle of multivitamins and a protein shake) and you think what sort of question is that.

You give a halfhearted shrug and say "Sure" and he hands his business card over.

"If you're ever considering it," he tells you with a wild smile. After he has left you look down at the lettering, eyes zeroing in on ‘Plastic Surgery’.

Excuse me?! What is he trying to say?

You thought he was a weirdo but now he has firmly shifted over to asshole. You regret not telling him to go fuck himself while you had the chance. The complaint would 100% be worth it. Zero regrets.

On your break, you burn the card and feel a small sense of satisfaction.

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A tall blonde guy with a creepy vibe (hold on, have you seen him before, he seems familiar. Then again, creepy blonde guys seem to be quite common around here-) walks in with the most billowing coat you have ever seen.

The entrance is kinda cool but the actual coat is kinda tragic with the cheesy red lettering and you wonder if you can pull it off any better than him.

You're still wondering about his coat when he's paying you, and hang on you have definitely seen him before because he says arigatou and hands over yen and you tell him no. Won only.

The idea of the coat, which has evolved into you fantasising about having a full blown cape, quickly loses its charm however, when the blonde gets caught in the automatic doors and you have to wrestle them open to free him.

Afterwards, you ask if he's ok, if he is harmed and can’t resist asking if the coat is ok too. You really don't want a lawsuit on your watch especially when the malfunctioning doors are not your fault.

Your kindness is repaid by him telling you he's not interested (what the fuck) and that his heart will not stray (again, what the fuck).

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You accidentally eavesdrop on a couple of students lamenting about missing out on school work. You didn’t mean to eavesdrop ok, the aisles are tight and cramped, it’s a small space. 

You peek over, and the one with big ears (seriously, they are huge) is telling the one with his back to you (goodness, his back is huge too) that school is important and he’s got notes the other one can use. 

It’s sweet, you think. School is important and it’s good they recognise that. Nice of them to help each other out too.

When they both come to pay (holy shit, that’s a fuckton of chocolate milk), you’re surprised to find Big Ear’s friend, Big Back, looks anywhere between late 20s and early 40s but it’s never too late to catch up on education, you suppose.

You spend the rest of your shift feeling motivated.

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“Going camping?” you ask the guy with the sandy blonde hair, chuckling nervously and ringing his items through. 

Either he’s going camping or he’s gonna kill and hide a dead body in the forest.

He’s pretty stoic, only giving you a curt nod. You can’t help but probe him a bit more. You’ve got a feeling that if or when the dead body turns up, you want to at least clear your conscience that you’ve tried your best so you make some more idle small talk.

You mention how you haven’t been camping for ages, not since you nearly burned your tent down and singed your hair after you tried to cook some marshmallows over a fire that turned out to be more of a raging bonfire (and might have awoken your pyromaniac streak, but you keep that to yourself).

The blonde guy actually pipes up and says “Master Taesoo would never do that.” 

You almost apologise out of principle due to how earnest he sounds, then he mentions something about how good this Master Taesoo is at catching and cooking snake and you wonder what the fuck is up with people and the snake obsession.

Either way, it doesn’t sound like someone is getting murdered. Only a snake (poor snake) so at least you can sleep easy later that day.

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“Oh hi DG,” you say, “Sorry about your cryptocurrency falling through. Diegocoin was it?”

He blinks at you a few times in surprise and heavens above. What’s that saying, fool me once, shame on me; fool me twice, shame on you? This guy has fooled you exactly no times with his shitty disguises and his effort has substantially dwindled too. 

He has only put his hood up and you did think you might get mugged at one point-

It’s an empty store, for crying out loud. Who comes into an empty store in the asscrack of night with their hood up, not wanting to draw attention to themselves.

Then you notice the pink hair and shifty glance and duh.

“Is it the-?” he asks, putting his hood down and signalling to his hair.

“Yeah, it’s the-” you signal to your own head of hair. “Dude you really need to dye it if you’re going for subtle.” You pause, consider something, “Hold on.”

You walk over to the beauty aisle and grab the black hair dye.

“On the house,” you tell DG because this guy really has no self awareness.

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“What do you mean no?”

“No." Your boyfriend peers down at you, arms crossed and at the end of his patience with you.

You open your mouth to argue- 

“No. You know nothing about Taekwondo. How can you work here?”

You look around helplessly at the studio. He’s not exactly wrong but you’re sick of dealing with the weirdos and the snakes and the creepy blondes. “But your dad-”

“I don’t care what that stupid old man says,”

“Taehoon!” Hansu scolds from the other side of the room, and Hansu's class of toddlers all whirl their head around to stare.

“I can learn?” you offer and Taehoon raises one skeptical brow.

“So you’re going to be a student?” You nod enthusiastically, “And we’re going to pay you for that?”

Oh. Damn. 

He’s got you there.

[ronearoundblindly]

https://www.tiktok.com/@yeuyeutp/video/7417104012320754977?_t=8pwVPUhpxbq&_r=1

I thought this is so cute! Which Cevans characters are letting you swatch your makeup on them? I can already tell with characters like Lloyd, he’s gonna be like ‘fuck that shit’ 😭😂 Ransom is gonna whine like he always does for sure ‘Why are you putting this sparkly shit on me 😡🤬’

Link here. Sorry this took so long, but I finally got the inspiration to answer this one while sifting through asks! Warning for an f-bomb or two. No, it was not avoidable. We shall call this the "Black Friday Shopping Edition" of Who Would...

James Mace

Honestly finds it all useless and dumb. Thinks you're beautiful without all this sh*t on your face. Abhors glitter and will riot if you get it on him at any time. Rants about all the plastic packaging and how it's bad for the environment.

Curtis Everett

He cannot believe the prices. Curtis is incapable of walking around the store without pointing out this $25 thing that's--turns tube over--"POINT FIVE FLUID OUNCES?! Honey, just no."

You strategically stand in front of the $45 products while nudging him out of the store. Come back alone or with a friend. Curtis is not your man for this.

Jimmy Dobyne

Fucking no. Not for the same reasons as Mace and Curtis though. Jimmy thinks you look magnificent when you do your makeup (he doesn't prefer it, mind, but he appreciates the final result) but has zero interest in knowing how the sausage is made. You go shop. You take your time in the bathroom or at the mirror. He isn't there for those stages.

Johnny Storm

Antsy. Fiddles around testing out the skin and haircare stuff for men. Bit obsessed with colognes. Needs to know you're opinion on what suits him. He will let you swatch on his hand and arm but will not necessary stay put while you make your decisions. Possibly spends more money than you sometimes. Definitely tries new products more than you do, not really searching for his favorite or the best, just like new and is a product whore.

Jake Jensen

Jake, my beloved, is fascinated by the various textures and tries to spot the super subtle color differences. He's always genuine about which things he prefers--hates sticky textures--and wants you to feel as lovely as he finds you all the time. Jake will even clean up his arm then start over to swatch your top choices beside each other, remembering which brand and colors they were. He is wildly amused by the names of lipsticks and nail polishes specifically. He kinda wants that job.

Lloyd Hansen

Loudly announces what will make you look whorish, the asshole. Everything is described as looking nice while you cry from how good he's fucking you or looking hot smeared on your face and his dick. Doesn't give a shit about price or whatever; he's not paying for it.

Ari Levinson

He's distracted but around. Follows you casually. Will answer questions and give his opinion when prompted. Has too much hair to swatch on him though. Will randomly put his arm around your shoulders, kiss your temple, and say "whatever you want." Insists on paying, even if his eyes bug-out momentarily.

Ransom Drysdale

You are correct: he will not allow sparkly shit on his person. In fact, he's too bored to stick around when it's not him shopping. Ran is extremely vocal and particular about what looks great on you and what's meh. Refuses to let you buy the meh things. I will say, he is deeply appreciative of the final result. Loves when you are all dolled up and beaming happy. Doesn't show it really, but he's smug as hell with you on his arm looking so fine...

Andy Barber

He has opinions, but he is not a palette. Andy throws a wary glance your way when he notices the prices or that there are several of the same type of product in your basket. There are very rare instances where he's goofy and in the mood to be playful with you, so Andy has been known to put a vivid or dark shade of lipstick on himself when you're turned away and then play it off until you notice. He thinks it's utterly hilarious to smear it on you with kisses in those moment. Adorable jerk...

Steve Rogers

Everything is a palette, and all the colors remind him of some sort of art. I mean, this guy thinks you are art. Steve can't help but imagine what you're thinking of wearing with the makeup, he knows complimentary colors and shading, and he's the best of most worlds in this scenario.

Bucky Barnes

Buck gets an enormous kick out of this, really leans into his preening, theatrical side. Swatch all over him, he doesn't care. Bucky also will gently help you apply makeup, cupping your chin in his hand while gliding that lip gloss you're interested over your bottom lip. He mimics pressing and pouting so you spread it around. I mean...I don't know how this guy makes everything both loving and sensual but goddamn do I believe he does.

Thank you for asking!

[Main Masterlist; Who Would... Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[leviscolwill]

sanctuary

pairing: jude bellingham x f1 driver!reader

summary: after an eventful singapore gp, the only thing you can think of is your comfy bed but your body has another plan and your boyfriend isn't happy about that. [wc: 1,6k]

req: Ferrari driver reader x jude where she feels a bit dizzy after a race and kind of faints when they get at the hotel, like just fluff with him taking care of her + CAN YOU WRITE JUDE ANGST THEN FLUFF IDC ABT THE SCENARIO JS JUDE ANGST IN JUDE X DRIVER READER 🙏🙏

contents: established relationship, charles is reader's teammate, ferrari being good au (impossible ik), reader faints, jude is a worried bf, barely has angst ngl 🏃‍♀️, nothing else i think

note: i have no idea how to write about fainting and it probably shows. ALSO, i wrote most of this at 1am so i hope it makes sense (probably doesn't but we move😪)

now playing: sanctuary by joji (nectar)

usually you would say you absolutely loved singapore. the track was one of your favourites on the calendar and you practically counted down the days to this race. but this week was probably the most difficult of your entire career in motorsports. of course, marina bay had never been an easy race, and the weather conditions in singapore were only making it harder to handle. but this year, no number of ice bath and cold shower could appease the dizzying headache that plagued your weekend.

and to add to that, everyone at the team has been stressing you out about the championship. obviously, you were grateful that you could finally fight for one, ferrari had built the perfect car this season. but this came with a price, fighting against charles for the title. you were great friends with your teammate but you had to admit your relationship took a toll with the constant tension between the two of you throughout the season. anyone wearing a bright red kit kept reminding you that you needed to be careful on track, that if you crashed with anyone, but especially with charles, you'd be in great trouble.

thankfully your boyfriend joined you after qualifying, and made your weekend instantly better. he noticed something was wrong right away. of course, you told jude about your struggles but he didn't expect to find you in this state.

"maybe you shouldn't race tomorrow..?"

you took a glance at jude, laid down on the hotel room bed, to check if he actually meant what he just uttered only to find a very serious look on his face.

"yeah, i'll just call fred to tell him i'm feeling sick and don't care about the championship anymore, that's definitely the best choice i have." sarcasm dripped out of your words as jude rolled his eyes.

"just because you had a bad day, doesn't mean you have to give me an attitude." it was your turn to roll your eyes. you quietly got under the sheets and muttered a barely audible 'goodnight', clearly not having the energy to argue with him tonight.

as you closed your eyes you felt jude turn around to wrap you in his arms around you.

"i'm just worried for my girl, that's all." he said, softly kissing your hair. you turned around to face him, having to trace his face before finding his lips because of the darkness of the room, and pressed a quick kiss on his lips.

"i appreciate your concern, i really do. but this race is so much more important than a silly headache. i'll be okay." you kissed him again for good measure. "you're gonna have to trust me with this one."

"i always trust you." the two of you talked some more before falling asleep in each other's arms.

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the only thing you could think of when you stepped out of your car was your bed. as expected the race had been particularly draining and truth be told, you didn't know if you would be able to stand on the podium in your state. you managed to score a satisfying p2, well it would have been more satisfying if charles wasn't standing on the highest step of the podium, with a 4-point difference before catching on you in the driver's standing.

when the whole team congratulated you on your results, it felt like you were in a fever dream, barely making out what was real and what wasn't. you didn't even notice jude talking to you before he snapped his fingers in front of you.

"are you okay ? should i take you to the medics ?" he asked in a worried tone.

"i'm alright... just need to get through the podium." which did not happen. you ran off stage as soon as the italian anthem stopped ringing in your ears. it was all too much, the heat, the noise, the exhaustion, the pressure. all too much to handle for you.

when you joined jude, he was already talking with your pr manager, telling her you wouldn't be able to do any media work right now. it was the truth, not a petty lie to get away with it. you genuinely felt even more lightheaded (if that was possible) at the sole thought of having to go through a dozen interviews.

seeing you barely standing straight must have conceived her, so soon enough you were on your way back to the hotel in a cab jude called.

you quietly laid your head on jude's shoulder. he barely said a word to you since the podium incident, only asking how you felt, if you drank enough water, and how many hours of sleep you had. you watched him as he typed things on his phone in total silence. you wondered if he was mad at you for putting yourself in such a situation or only worried. regardless, you felt a pang of sadness in your heart thinking about it before drifting off.

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as soon as jude opened your hotel room's door, you felt your legs giving up on you, your hands found the wall to steady yourself. you could hear jude's voice but couldn't make out what he was saying, like you were underwater.

you tried making it to the bed, but you fell down on your knees and just propped your back against it, waiting a minute before getting up, to get your head to stop spinning uncontrollably.

"y/n. are you okay ?" you felt your boyfriend kneeling down next to you and could finally understand his words, but it felt like they were resonating in your brain, only worsening your headache.

"i'm fine, i'm fine... i just need a moment." you didn't want to worry jude more than he already was, although the weak tone of your voice alarmed him more than anything. you felt him shift around you, and caught a glimpse of him coming back from the bathroom before your eyes shut.

when you woke up, you were laid on the bed with a wet cloth on your forehead. and the first thing you saw was a wide-eyed jude handing you a glass of water.

"i thought about making you drink when you were... asleep? but i didn't want to drown you. so i waited for you to wake up." he was talking fast, too fast for you to fully understand his nonsense.

"hello to you too." your voice was still weak but you felt much better than at the race track. you quickly took a few sips of water before jude tried drowning you for good.

"what's that ?" you asked pointing at the cloth still laying on your face.

"some website said that's what you're supposed to do when your irresponsible girlfriend faints." you hid your face in your pillow at his accusatory words.

"no, but seriously y/n. do you have any idea of how worried i was ? imagine if something wrong happened. god, i knew i shouldn't have let you race..." his words had an angry tone to them and you were confused as to why jude was mad at you over hypothetical scenarios.

"but nothing wrong happened, i even got points. are you not proud of me ?"

"are you being serious right now ? you know i'm always proud of you, points or no points. but you think i'm gonna clap for you after putting yourself in danger like that ?" jude's tone got somewhat angrier but he kept going.

"fuck, when you fainted i already saw myself explaining everything to your mum. you can't take those risks, especially when you drive a fast car for a living. you can understand that right ?"

you felt tears well up in your eyes at his words, thinking about how worried he must have been this whole time.

"i'm sorry, it's just... i've been thinking about the championship a lot. i guess that clouded my judgment." you wiped away your tears quickly, before jude could notice them but it was too late.

"hey, hey, hey... you shouldn't be saying sorry to me, you probably spent a worse weekend than i did anyway. i'm not mad at you but at the situation, alright ?" his fingers stroke the wet spots under your eyes, wiping what was left of your tears away. "i'm proud of you, and happy for your points. but you're not winning a championship by making your dangerous job even more dangerous." his voice and his eyes were soft and you felt your chest get significantly warmer.

"you're right..." the room got silent for a couple seconds at your words.

"what was that ? i couldn't hear you babe" jude had a shit-eating grin on his face and you knew exactly what he wanted, and it almost made you physically sick to give him this satisfaction.

"i said... you'reright." you tried getting those terrible words out as fast as you could, but he wasn't happy with that.

"mmh mmh, that won't do... say it nice and loud for me love." you felt your face heat up, both in fluster and embarrassment at his words.

"you're right." your words had a defeated tone to them, but jude decided that would be enough by the way he didn't taunt you anymore.

he moved and got under the covers with you, even though you were gonna have to get up again as you were both still dressed. he just wanted to share this little moment of peace with you.

"you know, it's crazy how you drive the fastest car in the world but can't survive singapore's heat for a weekend." you playfully elbowed jude's ribs at his teasing.

you were grateful to have someone like jude to support you and your intense lifestyle, but also someone to talk about silly little things, legs tangled under the sheets.

[corvusphilia]

I see alot of either bratty (reader) bit can I request sweet reader who doesn't like saying no to their bf because they truely love their lover

(could be gn or female if you don't mind a little spice)

And tries to be perfect and always smiling to be happy, but when something happens [idk maybe unsolicited attention or just having a shitty day] (reader) seems to be more forceful with being happy, so our boys try to pry it out of them to comfort them and tell them they don't need to be a model lover, cause they love them for them

Oikawa, tetsuro, Tsukishima (maybe anyone else you like too)

★ "I WANT YOU TO BE REAL WITH ME"

୨ৎ featuring: tooru oikawa, kuroo tetsuro, kei tsukishima

୨ৎ notes: anon get out of my head this is literally me

★ TOORU OIKAWA ?!

Lucky for you Anon, you picked three of the most observant boys in the series. Oikawa however is the type to realize something is off, but he doesn't want to pressure you to tell him what it is, so he just settles for pampering you the rest of the day.

The main tell for him is your eyes. They're not shining the way they usually do. So if princess treatment doesn't make you feel better, he'll pull you to the side, the softest look on his face as he moves a strand of hair away from your face, "What's wrong, pretty?"

You try to shrug him off and say everything's fine, but the look on his face is just... so tender and full of love and worry that it just breaks you. He hugs you as soon as you start to tear up, gently rubbing circles on your back until you calm down enough to speak.

He feels like it's his fault when you tell him you just want to be a good partner for him. Like he himself wasn't doing a good job as a boyfriend if you didn't feel like you could be yourself around him, flaws and all.

"Listen to me," He starts, soft but firm, taking your hands in his and squeezing a little. "I didn't fall in love with you for who you pretend to be. I fell in love with you for who you are. If that includes tears and fights and bad days, so be it." He pauses for a second, pressing his forehead against yours, "I want you to know you can rely on me as well, okay? No matter what. I'll always be here for you, cutie."

★ KUROO TETSURO ?!

As mentioned, he definitely knows something is off just from your body language alone. Unlike Oikawa, he asks immediately. Not in a forceful way or anything, just a small "Everything alright?" to make sure.

While he was fairly certain you weren't doing that great, he's more than 100% sure when you try to reassure him it is. He knows your tone, how you normally speak — and this is not it. But he doesn't want to come off as pushy, so he kind of... experiments throughout the day, trying to figure out the problem without you having to tell him.

He realizes it when he stares at you and you don't notice him there. You just look so... defeated. Then, when you glance back at him, you immediately force a smile when your eyes meet. Then it clicked in his head. Has he ever actually seen you upset before? Or even listened to you vent about anything? No. No, he hasn't.

"You know you don't have to be happy all the time, right?" He says out of the blue. "I mean, it's not even possible to do that, anyway. You're gonna have your down moments sooner or later. And I'd rather you be honest with me when that happens." He says like it's the most obvious thing, which it kind of is, but not in a condescending manner.

He then wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you a bit closer as his voice gets a little softer and less matter-of-factly. "... If there's something bothering you, I want to help. But I can't do that if you just pretend everything is fine all the time. It's going to come crashing down on you eventually, and I really don't want you to have to deal with it by yourself." He then smiles and continues. "That's what boyfriends are for, right?"

★ TSUKISHIMA KEI ?!

He can also definitely see it, but he'd rather just pretend he didn't notice anything. If it was serious, you would tell him. That's what he thought, anyway. Not like he's one to talk to begin with, dude would rather swallow a razorblade than his pride and ask for help. His main flaw when it comes to dating is being aware that communication is key, but refusing to do it himself while still expecting it from his partner.

He does get more and more antsy when he notices your mood isn't improving — quite the opposite. And he almost feels offended at the fake smiles you keep throwing at him. He knows you better than that — you should know that already. He knows he should intervene, but he's also aware of the fact that he sucks ass at comforting people. But then again, enough is enough.

"Would you stop that?" He snaps. You just look confused and ask what he means, and he scoffs. "Do you think I'm stupid? You don't actually mean a single smile you keep showing me. If you have something on your mind, then say it." Okay, that sounded way too harsh even for him. He sighs and softens his tone. "I know you. I can tell when you're not actually happy. Trying to pretend you are is a pain for both you and me. So just spit it out. What's wrong?" He waits for a few seconds, just looking at you while you gather your thoughts before he adds. "... I may suck at showing it, but I care about you. So... Stop being a dummy and let me try to help you."

© ─ corvusphilia ; do not steal, copy, edit, translate or reupload

thanks for reading!

[seajelllies]

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝟐 ♡︎ not quite, sweetheart masterlist ✎ roll call 1 ✎ roll call 2

"Don't get mad-"

"Every time you say that, my blood pressure rises."

He let out a long nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly before clearing his throat. "I kind of uha, have to pick up some things for a project in one of my classes."

"Yuji," You frown, lifting your head from the textbook you've been staring so deeply at he swore you'd burn a hole in it someday. "You were the one who told me to come over to help you."

"I know I know, I'm sorry, I'll be quick, really." He mumbles apologetically. He felt bad, really, and you could tell from the way he kept his eye contact.

You look at the time on your phone for a second before glancing back at him with a sigh. It wouldn't hurt to just stay put for a bit anyways, since he bought you food and all. If anything, you could just continue studying on your own with less distractions anyways- you weren't the one losing any time.

"Yeah, sure that's fine-"

"Thank you! You're the best! I'll be back, I swear!" And before you could even fully finish your sentence he bolted out of the door, and you could hear someone yelp in the hallway- probably bumping into him in the process. You almost forgot he used to do track in high school- surely you wouldn't be waiting for long.

You let out a soft snort, shaking your head with a sigh.

The first thing Sukuna did when he opened the door, was grumble to himself, running his hand through his hair in frustration. Attending classes was annoying, even more so after he already stays behind at his job for 2 hours longer than he should have.

'I should just fucking quit.' His eye twitches at the thought- very tempting, but quitting meant no money. No money meant no classes. No classes meant no potential decent job. No potential decent job meant he was going to be stuck selling drugs again- which he'd much prefer.

But he can't subject Yuji to that kind of association. Detrimental to his future, or whatever he told himself to justify not taking the easy way out.

As he makes his way into the room, there's 3 things wrong.

One. Yuji's bag and jacket are here, but not Yuji. Sure, those two things don't always need to follow him wherever he goes, but he's gotten used to him just lazing around by the time he gets back.

Two. There's another bag next to his. Unfamiliar, just like the shoes that definitely do not belong to his brother sitting neatly at the doorway. Yuji doesn't tend to invite people over, he usually goes to hang out at Kugisaki or even Fushiguro's dorm.

Three. There's a stranger quite literally sitting at their shared table, head in their arms. He can only assume they fell asleep, because he was almost sure they'd turn around the second the door opens if they weren't. Who just falls asleep in someone elses dorm?

Especially on a table that he can't remember the last time was properly cleaned.

He walks closer, frowning as he shoves his hand in the pockets of his jacket. His eyes glanced down at them as he peered over their shoulder, trying to gauge how asleep they were.

"Oi." He sounded irritated and tired- mostly because he actually was, eye twitching at the unfamiliar guest that seemed to be quite comfortable just falling asleep here.

"Brat, wake up." He scoffs, kicking the leg of the chair lightly, hoping it would stir them awake. But it doesn't and their head stays still, the only sign of them even being alive was their body moving up and down from breathing.

"You've got to be joking." He groans, snapping in front of their head, trying to get them to wake up without simply throwing them off the chair. Calm. Calm. Calm. He had to stay calm, he can not cause another issue and risk getting expelled.

He was too tired for this.

He fights the urge to throw his phone at the wall, exasperated sigh leaving his lips again, his scowl deepening when he notices them adjusting slightly, their arms shifting so he could slightly see their face.

His eyes glance down at them, and he plops into the seat next to theirs, elbow leaning on the desk with his chin resting on his hand with an irritated frown.

How someone could look so peaceful sleeping in someone elses room, he would never understand. Especially a dorm with two college guys- were they stupid? Or maybe they really were exhausted, like Yuji said.

Strands of their hair fall onto their eyes, and he reaches out to move it before he catches himself.

He lets out another grunt, eye twitching when he realizes he was staring too closely at a random stranger, and he moves back, leaning against the back of the shitty chair- hands shoved back into his jacket.

But the feeling of the hair in their eyes seems to wake them up, lashes fluttering slowly as they blink to adjust to the sudden light. They seem to realize they aren't alone, rubbing their sleepy eyes as they turn to glance at him.

"Yuji?" Their voice was quiet, and clearly very exhausted. Hair still slightly in their face, eyes blinking in his direction in confusion

Cute. Almost.

"Not quite, sweetheart."

𝑻𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔!

︾ There was more writing than there were screenshots even though I told myself there wasn't gonna be as much writing to save myself the pain of thinking 🧍‍♀️ ;;sobbing

︾ Anyways I changed the title from what it was going to be originally and move it to chapter 3 because I feel like it'd fit better there! anyways grumpy sukuna is silly, he's so >:( but he'll warm up soon. probably. 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

︾ ik i already said this was fem/afab!reader but my dumbass brain kept writing they/them/their and i didn't realize till i got to the end. im sorry 😔

𝑹𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍! the taglist

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[multifandom-nerds-blog]

Collection of Soren HCs/concepts/ideas mostly based on him having dark magic used on him in a, well, very permanent way (twice!). Cause I just feel like having dark magic inside of you like that must have some side effects.

I have more general HCs about Soren in another draft that I will post later.

He's constantly running cold. Like super cold, it wouldn't be healthy for anyone else but it's "just" a side effect from having dark magic inside him. This man is a block of ice. Most people don't notice though, even with how much physical affection he likes to show, because he walks around with full armor most of the time annyway, with only his head and fingers being uncovered. So no one really knows his body temperaturis so low. Especially since it doesn't physically affect him, it's just that it would definitely raise some questions if someone would take his temperature.

-> Claudia healing him from the full body paralysis made it more extreme. The low body temperature technically still doesn't affect him, but it definitely weirded him out (still does) when he noticed it after all the stress from the first arc wore off. He was used to it before, where he could still believably tell people he's just running cold, probably thought so himself, now his skin was really freezing cold. So he started wearing his fingerless gloves too so people don't freak out at his cold hands. (and pjs under his armor to maybe get the temperature up with some extra layers, because I'm looking at his new armor and he's wearing so many layers already wtf.)

-> The way he did notice was because someone did freak out. Ezran probably tried to drag him somewhere, not that he had to since Soren probably kept guard 24/7 of Ezran the first few weeks after the stormspire. (With the army and crownguard being still messed up and the whole political mess that first few few weeks must have been.) Anyhow, Ezran tried to drag Soren, probably to the kitchen, by taking his hands only to freak out by the icecubes his hands were. The next day Soren started wearing his gloves.

His sense of temperatures is also slightly messed up sometimes. Eats or drinks stuff often that is still way to hot and burns his mouth before noticing, while also taking the coldest showers known to mankind (he just says cold showers are healthy)

Unless he does his skin/hair routine obviously. He's high maintanence, cause lavender oils y'know.

It is extremly hard for him to get sick/catch a cold. This is a combination of having magical lungs basically/probably having had any possible bad sickness as a child you can get (me lmao)/and his general healthy lifestyle. When he does catch something it's mostly just like an annoying allergy. Or a stomach bug, cause those are nasty and get to everyone.

You can actually see traces of the dark magic on his body. On his chest and along his spine on the back, in the way of purple lines, patterns maybe. But their not always visible on first glance. It kinda depends on his physical and mental state on how visible they get. Aside from him only Viren and Claudia know about those, since he never really had a reason to go to people and be like "Hey guys I've got purple traces of dark magic on my body". (Cough Corvus lerans about it at some point cough)

Soren is obviously a bit self conscious about this, since he never really liked dark magic to begin with. But those feelings became worse after the stormspire battle and everything, with Claudia then suddenly gone too.

He usually avoids doctors too, which he doesn't need most of the time luckily, but everyone in Katolis army needs to get a mandatory checkup every 6 months. (Set in place by Sarai at one point) He has very allaborate schemes to get out of those, and succeded every single time so far. Being the head of the crownguard probably helps with it.

Also, sometimes his sense of touch in his lower body is a bit toned down (? I don't know the right word, in either language anymore). Though this is mostly a psychosomatic. Healed with magic or not, such an injury leaves it's marks. (Me? Giving my favs some of my chronical pain to cope? Never.)

He probably smells weird to dragons or other magical creatures with a high sense of smell. Not reeking like a dark mage, but it's physically still in him so it's definitely noticable. Some non-sapient wild magical creatures might avoid him because of it.

-> Zubeia especially noticed this after the timeskip, because they didn't exactly interact 1 to 1 before in S3, but kept it to herself. She likes Soren and clocked that he already has enough issues. She isn't gonna give him one more thing to be self conscious about. To Zym it's just kinda how Soren smells. Pyrrah still finds it a bit uncomfortable at times, but learned to ignore it.

Some more general Soren HCs/ideas are on their way.

Look at this doofus.

[silverynight]

Cuddles

Megumi is NOT upset just because Gojo decided to join their movie night for some reason and sat right next to Itadori. He definitely hadn't been thinking about it the whole day or talked to Kugisaki and convinced her to leave him that spot to him.

Right next to him, Kugisaki lips are constantly quirking up even though there's nothing funny happening in the movie at the moment. She's enjoying his suffering, the traitor.

Itadori is making comments about the movie; Kugisaki sometimes gets irritated about it because it draws everyone's attention away from the actual movie. Megumi, on the contrary, loves to hear Itadori talk when he gets enthusiastic about something because he has it bad for him.

But right now Itadori is talking and Megumi can't see his face because he's being shadowed by the ridiculous tower that is Gojo Satoru.

He tries not to get irritated and actually focus on the movie when he realizes, after a couple of minutes that everything has gotten oddly quiet (if he doesn't count the sound coming from the TV).

"What happened?" Kugisaki asks before he can say anything.

"He fell asleep," Gojo smiles, turning around and moving one of his arms away to reveal a very much asleep Itadori, all wrapped around their teacher.

Megumi's eye doesn't twitch, he doesn't feel the need to move Gojo away to take his place. He's not jealous at all.

"He's cute," Kugisaki comments, not noticing the way Megumi's hands close into fists. "I didn't know he turned into a needy koala when asleep."

He tries to calm himself down because he's not possessive, has never been, at least not before he met Itadori.

"That's because he doesn't fall asleep just anywhere, unless he's exhausted," Gojo explains. And Megumi remembers that their teacher spent months with Itadori alone because he was hiding the fact that the boy came back to life. "That's why he has so many pillows in his bedroom."

Megumi has noticed that as well.

"That's a scary face you're doing right now, Megumi," Gojo chuckles. "Ah. Do you want to sit here? He'll cuddle anything you know... So you just have to take my place..."

Yes, yes, yes. He wants that. He wants to feel Itadori wrapped around him.

Kugisaki is trying very hard not to laugh; none of them are paying attention to the movie now.

"But you have to ask for it," Gojo grins mischievously. "In a very nice way. Make sure to mention how incredible I am."

Megumi looks away, narrowing his eyes.

"I'm just here to watch the movie," he huffs, even though he's internally yelling at himself to give in, to give Gojo what he wants so he can have Itadori to himself for once.

"Whatever you say," Gojo shrugs with a knowing smile. He puts a hand on Itadori's back and the boy snuggles closer to him.

Megumi's eye twitches again.

A couple of minutes later, in which he doesn't watch the movie at all, he notices Gojo moving.

"I have to go. Nobara, take my place. We can't leave Yuuji without anything to hug," he says.

"Of course," Kugisaki nods, smiling after glancing briefly at Megumi like the traitor she is.

It takes a couple of seconds; Gojo detaches himself without waking Itadori up and Kugisaki sits next to the boy who immediately puts his arms around her waist and his head over her shoulder.

Megumi is not jealous at all.

When Gojo walks away, Megumi turns towards her and notices she's running her fingers through Itadori's hair.

"His hair is really soft you know..."

"Kugisaki, please," Megumi pleads, giving in.

"Wow. You really are desperate, Fushiguro."

"Kugisaki..."

"Why don't you tell him how you feel? Then you could have him cuddle you when he's awake."

Megumi blushes to the tip of his ears, staring at Itadori's peaceful face as he leans closer to Kugisaki.

"He'll laugh at me," he mumbles, feeling miserable out of the sudden.

"He would never," Kugisaki says, almost fiercely. "He's an idiot, but his heart is made of gold; he'd never laugh at anyone for something like that."

"You're right," Megumi concedes. "But he doesn't feel the same."

"You don't know that!"

"I don't want to scare him off. I don't want to ruin our friendship."

Kugisaki sighs, rolls her eyes and starts moving Itadori's hands away carefully.

"Come here. I want to go back to my room now anyway..."

"Thank you," Megumi mouths. He doesn't want to risk waking Itadori up.

"Whatever... Enjoy."

Itadori frowns for a moment, but relaxes as soon as he feels Megumi next to him. He mumbles something unintelligible and puts his arms around the other boy. Blushing to the tip of his ears, but feeling incredibly happy, Megumi lifts his left hand so Itadori can move closer and rest his head on his chest.

However, because he's Megumi and the universe hates him, Itadori moves, groans and his eyes blink open.

"Did I fall asleep all over you? Sorry!" Itadori giggles, cheeks turning slightly pink as he pulls away. He starts rubbing the back of his neck before he adds: "Where are the others?"

"Probably in their rooms..." Megumi says, trying not to look disappointed as he screams internally.

"Well, I think I should go to my bedroom as well," Itadori says as Megumi notices that his hair is an adorable, pink mess all over his head.

"Don't you want to watch the rest of the movie? We can watch another if you want..."

"No, I'll probably fall asleep over you again," Itadori mumbles with a smile.

That's the point. But Megumi doesn't say that out loud, only nods, watching as the other boy walks out of the living room.

When he's sure he's completely alone, Megumi covers his face with both hands and groans in frustration.

***

Itadori doesn't notice that Megumi is constantly sitting next to him; the others do, but other than smirking at him with a knowing look written all over their faces, they don't make any comments on it.

Which Megumi appreciates. However, his frustration grows within each day after he realizes Itadori is being more careful now and goes back to his room as soon as he feels he's about to fall asleep.

"Sorry, I don't think I'll be able to watch anything else," he yawns.

"Really? We can watch one of those Jennifer Lawrence's movies," Megumi offers, prompting Kugisaki to quirk up a brow at him. He doesn't like Lawrence at all (and he knows exactly why) but he's kinda desperate at this point.

"I can't," Itadori shakes his head. "I'll see you in the morning!"

"A Jennifer Lawrence's movie?" Kugisaki chuckles as soon as Itadori is gone. "You have it so bad, Fushiguro."

"Shut up, Kugisaki."

***

They're looking at the stars outside Megumi's room this time; they're sitting next to each other alone and Megumi is so aware of Itadori's warm presence next to him he finds it difficult not to look back at him instead.

When he hears Itadori yawn, Megumi almost panics because it means their time together is coming to an end.

"Well, I better go back to–"

"Cuddle me," Megumi blurts out, surprising even himself.

"What?"

"Would you cuddle me, please?" Megumi asks, this time staring right at a very flustered Itadori.

"I thought you didn't like that sort of t-thing," Itadori stammers, instead of actually answering the question. At least he looks very much awake now.

"It's alright when it's you," Megumi mumbles, which is honestly very close to a confession.

Itadori grins then, it's one of those smiles that makes his eyes glimmer with happiness, one of those expressions Megumi loves so much. Then, he leans and puts his arms around him.

"Thank you," he sighs, content. Closing his eyes, he wonders if he should... if this is the opportunity he needed to tell Itadori the truth. "Itadori, I–"

"It's alright, Fushiguro," Itadori cuts him off, still grinning. "You can ask for this whenever you want. That's what friends are for anyway."

Right. Friends. It hurts, just a little bit. But it's alright, Megumi is happy like this. He'll take whatever Itadori wants to give him, even if it's just friendship.

He kisses the top of Itadori's head when he realizes the boy has fallen asleep.

He can live like this.

***

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Can you do a Noe x reader where her blood smells good to Noe but doesn't ask because he doesn't want to scare he but she's completely ok with it

𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: this is so cute! thank you for requesting again

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: none, hope you enjoy!

you approached him slowly, offering a small smile. “hey, are you lost?” you asked, trying to break the ice.

he blinked, as if snapped out of a trance, and shook his head. “no, i’m… sorry. i didn’t mean to stare.”

you chuckled softly. “it’s fine. you looked like you were thinking about something important.”

he hesitated, his eyes drifting down for a moment before he looked back at you. “yeah… you could say that.” he scratched the back of his head, clearly embarrassed. “i’m noé, by the way.”

“nice to meet you, noé,” you replied, smiling wider now. “i’m y/n.”

from that moment on, the two of you became close. you found yourself running into noé more often, and each time, he’d offer to walk with you or help you with whatever you were doing. he was kind, always willing to lend a hand or listen when you needed to talk. but there was something about him that was… different. not bad, just something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

it wasn’t until a few weeks later that you began to notice little things. the way noé would sometimes pause when he was close to you, his eyes glazing over for a split second before he’d quickly recover. or how he’d occasionally take a deep breath when you were nearby, like he was trying to catch a specific scent.

at first, you thought maybe you were imagining it. maybe noé just had strange habits, or maybe he was a bit more sensitive to smells than most people. but as time went on, it became clearer. noé was drawn to you in a way that was more than just friendly.

one evening, the two of you were sitting by the river, watching the sun set over the water. the soft glow of the sky reflected in noé’s eyes as he glanced at you. there was something different about the way he was looking at you now. not just curious, but almost… hungry. but not in a dangerous way. more like he was fighting something inside himself. “noé,” you said quietly, breaking the silence, “is something bothering you?”

he stiffened at your words, then quickly shook his head. “no, nothing. i’m fine.”

you raised an eyebrow. “you sure? you’ve been acting a little… off lately.”

he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “it’s just… complicated. there’s something i’ve been wanting to tell you, but… i don’t want you to think i’m strange.”

you tilted your head, giving him a gentle smile. “noé, i don’t think you’re strange. whatever it is, you can tell me. i’m not going to judge you.”

he looked at you for a long moment, as if he was weighing his options. finally, he spoke, his voice soft and hesitant. “your blood… it smells… different. not like anyone else’s. it’s… really good. but i didn’t want to say anything because i didn’t want to scare you.”

his words hung in the air between you, and for a moment, you weren’t sure what to say. but then you smiled. “that’s it? you were worried about that?”

noé blinked, surprised by your reaction. “you’re… not scared?”

you shook your head. “no, i’m not scared. i mean, sure, it’s a little… unexpected, but it doesn’t bother me. if anything, i’m glad you told me.”

he stared at you, clearly taken aback. “you’re really okay with it?”

you nodded. “yeah, i am. i trust you, noé. if you say my blood smells good to you, then that’s fine. it doesn’t change how i feel about you.”

he seemed to relax at your words, a small smile forming on his lips. “i… i really appreciate that, y/n. i was worried you’d think i was some kind of monster.”

you chuckled softly. “well, you might be a little strange, but you’re definitely not a monster.”

noé laughed too, the sound light and relieved. for the first time in a while, it seemed like the tension between you had disappeared. the two of you sat there for a while longer, just enjoying each other’s company.

as the night wore on, noé’s hand found yours, his fingers intertwining with yours gently. you glanced over at him, and he gave you a soft smile. there was still that hunger in his eyes, but it wasn’t frightening. if anything, it made you feel closer to him.

“thank you,” he said quietly, squeezing your hand. you squeezed back. “anytime, noé.”

and in that moment, you knew that whatever came next, the two of you would face it together. noé had his secrets, but you had your trust in him, and that was enough.

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Blind Dates and One Night Stands [Frankie x f!reader]

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My Frankie Morales masterlist

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x you (cishet f!reader)

Warnings: reader wears a thong, cunnilingus (duh, it's frankie!), piv sex, multiple orgasms, frankie is flustered and cute!, but also smoldering and hot! safe sex, also frankie is a big boy but we already knew that, some drinking but not too much.

Summary: Frankie has a blind date that doesn't work out, but maybe the night goes well anyway?

Words: 3,639

A/N: I feel like I haven't written in months, but that's not entirely true. I feel rusty, however. I hope you like this.

Update: There is a sequel! One Night Stands and Phone Numbers.

Frankie's leg is vibrating restlessly, feet perched on the metal footrest of the bar stool. He takes his cap off, swipes his hair to the side, and puts it back on, then takes it off again. Maybe he shouldn't be wearing a hat, it's impolite. But without a cap, he feels formal, and he doesn't want that. He puts it back on, then glances at his wristwatch.

She's late.

Cursing out Benny again for this idea, Frankie shakes his head at the bartender who looks at him with a raised eyebrow. No, he's not ordering yet. He has to wait for his date, the woman Benny set him up with. "She's cute, blonde, and friendly," his younger comrade in arms had reassured Frankie. "You need someone to take care of you, or at least get laid."

Frankie had finally agreed to meeting the woman, if only to get Benny off his case. But he was starting to regret it.

He regrets it even more when the woman finally shows up. She's nice enough, and definitely cute, but Frankie can tell almost immediately that this is not going to work. She seems to want to make an effort, though, and he chides himself for not just excusing himself and putting a stop to this.

Because he doesn't put a stop to it, he ends up sitting with her through two orange umbrella drinks, while he himself nurses a beer. At some point his date seems to understand that there's no future for the two of them, downs the rest of her drink, and calls her friend who's been on stand-by to drive her home if the need arose.

Frankie very dutifully gives her a quick hug and watches her leave the bar before he sighs deeply.

Another one bites the dust.

He takes his hat off, runs his fingers through his hair, scratches the back of his head. This is getting exhausting. Sure, not everybody gets to experience the love story of the century, but how is even just a night of good sex with a nice person so hard to reach?

Leaning against the counter, he gets the attention of the bartender, and orders a Scotch. Might as well get fucked up.

"Comin' right up."

You pour the man whose broad shoulders are hunched in defeat a whisky. He wanted it neat, and you make it a double because you feel so sorry for him.

"On me," you say as you place the glass in front of him. His eyebrows shoot up and you give him a lopsided smile.

"That was a terrible first date."

"First and only," he confirms.

"Good," you nod. "Never waste any more time on bad dates."

"I'll drink to that." He lifts the glass and nods at you. "Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Over the next couple of hours, you return to the guy with the Standard Oil baseball cap to chat between customers. He's easy to talk to, drinks slowly, is interesting and funny - and really handsome. You feel his gaze on you when you pull beers for the increasingly inebriated crowd, and you find yourself wishing that his eyes could be on your ass (which looks really good in these jeans) and not on the back of your head. It's speaks for him that he clearly finds your intelligence attractive as well, but there's something about him that makes you want him to look at your body and go, "damn".

A quick glance at the clock on the wall tells you that you'll be closing in two hours, and the customers are already thinning you. You sway your hips as you do a lap around the room to pick up empty glasses and wipe down a couple of tables, and when you return to the bar, you find the man staring at you, just like you wanted him to.

And it turns you on more than you could have imagined.

You decide to employ a cheap trick, so when you come back around the bar for a chat, you bend over it for a lazy lean that displays your rack. You even fold one arm underneath your tits and frame them with the other, coquettishly propping your chin on your hand. And bless him, he looks you straight in the eye even with the soft swell of your tits right in front of him. You detect a hint of color on his cheekbones, though, and it makes you like him even more. He's a gentleman, perhaps even shy.

When it's time to close, he stays behind to help you stack chairs on the tables. He easily keeps up the conversation - the topic is baseball, turns out both of you played in high school - and eventually accepts your offer of a nightcap. You hop up on one of the barstools, a whisky in hand, and he slides onto the seat of the one next to yours.

"How did you find her?" you ask, sipping your drink. He raises an eyebrow, not understanding, so you make a gesture in the general direction of the stool where his date from earlier tonight sat.

"Oh. Right. Um, buddy of mine set it up. He thought it was a good idea."

"Your buddy is a terrible matchmaker," you judge. He laughs.

"That he is, but he means well."

"The road to hell is paved with good intentions, isn't that the saying?"

"I guess it is."

You take another small sip of your whisky, feeling it burn all the way down to your belly. It might be the sleep deprivation in combination with the alcohol, but you blurt out:

"You might still get lucky too, if you play your cards right."

He raises his chin a little as he stares you down. "I've never been good at playing cards."

"That's a shame," you shrug, feeling your cheeks heat.

"So, for the sake of just speeding this up... what do I have to do to get permission to kiss you?"

Your heart is beating so hard and fast that you almost feel light-headed.

"You just need to ask," you manage, your voice a little shaky. He smiles, and it doesn't look like the confident grin of a player, no, he looks like a little boy who just found out he could have another cookie.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks quietly, and he barely has time to make his request before you're nodding:

"Yes!"

The relief is plain to see, and he slides down from the barstool so that he can get closer to you. When he leans in, you can smell his cologne, and when he very gently puts his hand on your arm, you can feel him tremble a little.

There is something about the tentative teasing of his lips,  the bristles on his upper lip, the fullness of the lower one that drives you wild. You're usually not this forward with a complete stranger - you realize that you haven't even asked his name yet - but it's like he makes something just snap in you.

"What's your name?" you ask, and he blushes slightly. Shit, that's hot.

"Frankie," he introduces himself, and you taste his name, let the syllables roll off your tongue, before telling him yours.

And then you kiss him, devour his mouth, take his hands, and place them on your ass, thread your fingers through his hair. His hat falls to the floor somewhere behind him, and he's kissing you back, like he wasn't all blushing and timid only moments earlier. He grabs handfuls of ass and squeezes, pulls you snugly against himself. He's getting stiff, and there's something so primal and pure in that. You're just two people meeting each other by chance and being turned on by each other, and it spurs you into making him harder, so you eagerly rub yourself against him. He moans into the kiss, and it's the sexiest sound you've ever heard. You tear your mouth from his and meet his gaze that is somehow both hazy and intense. Your hands land on his belt buckle.

"Can I?"

"Please."

So polite. You tear open the belt buckle and his fly, and Frankie wants to reciprocate.

"May I?" he asks, as if you aren't ripping his jeans to shreds. You grin.

"Absolutely."

His gaze drops down to your fly as he deftly undoes the button and pulls down the zipper. His breathing is audible, just like yours, and then his hand is down the front of your ass-hugging jeans. One long finger is pressed along your slit, the tip teasing in between your warm, damp folds.

You catch your lower lip between your teeth and exhale in a small moan. So eager that you're almost too rough, you shove your hand down his underwear to find a thick, stiff shaft.

Oh. Working his jeans and underwear down his ass cheeks, you release his cock, eyes widening when you see it.

Frankie notices your reaction.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," you assure him, "it's just... you're really big."

He slides one finger inside you as he leans in and nuzzles your neck, before touching his lips to your ear: "Don't worry, I'll make sure you're wet enough to take me."

You are shaken to the core by the smooth rasp of his voice, the words, the way he now inches his finger into you.

"Please do," you manage, and Frankie pulls his hand out of your pants. He grabs you by the waist and hoists you up on the barstool. You hold onto his shoulders, so wide they take up almost all in your vision field, so very secure and you imagine that they're perfect to hold on when life is stormy, and you need something stable in your life. He devours your mouth again, kisses you full of his whiskey breath before he asks you, in that same raspy, low voice that makes the hairs stand on the back of your neck:

"Can I go down on you?"

Mutely, you nod, and he helps you to get rid of your jeans. You're wearing a thong, not your usual underwear but there's just something about the way your ass looks in those jeans without any extra layer underneath, and you hook your thumbs under the thin straps, but Frankie shakes his head.

"Keep it on. Hold onto the counter. Careful, don't want you to fall."

Touched by his concern and turned on by his request to keep the flimsy garment on, you carefully lean back, supported by your elbows, on the bar. Frankie moves in between your legs, spreading them, and kisses you breathless again, before starting to trail kisses down your neck, over your cleavage, his hands pushing up your tits towards his eager lips and tongue. He then skips the part of you that's still covered by your shirt, and comes to his knees, putting him right in front of your displayed pussy. You wait with bated breath, sliding down a little on the stool to give him better access, your cheeks burning at the way he keeps intense eye contact with you. He has gorgeous eyes, beautifully brown, soulful, and absolutely filthy right now, with the way he stares right into your soul, like he's already fucking you. Gone is the bashfulness from before, and the change is thrilling.

"Is this okay?" he asks, still all polite as if he wasn't smirking like a little devil. You let out a breathless chuckle and try to sound sassy.

"You sure talk a lot."

"Hey, consent is sexy."

A retort is forming in your brain, but Frankie doesn't give you time to finish it: without breaking eye contact, he leans in and presses his mouth and chin to your dripping pussy, his tongue probing in between your slick lips. All you can produce is a choked gasp at the sudden intensity, and you grab hold of Frankie's thick hair as he lifts both your legs over his shoulders.

"You steady?" he wants to know, and you nod frenetically.

"Don't stop now."

He grins at you, and then he utterly rocks your world. The way he uses his tongue, his mouth, his prickly chin on you is goddamn magic, you've never had anyone eat you out like this before. He's everywhere at once but not in a disarrayed way, like he doesn't know what he's doing, oh no, he seems to know exactly what he's doing as he alternates with long, stiff licks along your slit, tongue dipping inside you before drawing out your juices and his saliva in a swirl around your clit, ending in a soft suckle, his mustache scratching you just right. His arms are around your thighs, holding you securely to him, and that's good because your arms aren't really doing their part anymore as you writhe on the stool, overcome by the fervor with which Frankie is pushing you towards a release that almost feels intimidating. Holy shit, he's going to kill you with this orgasm, oh God, oh shit, shit, shit, shit...

You don't realize that you've been going Oh God, oh shit, oh shit, oh fuck at a steady pace for a few minutes until the volume of your own voice becomes so loud that you yourself are startled by it. Frankie's now focused on your clit, tongue working faster than you thought was possible, and your hips have started to move, seeking more friction, more and more and more.

"I'm cumming," you announce in a shrill gasp, never once thinking about how stupid it sounds in porn when anyone with eyes can clearly see what's happening, no, you must let him know, Frankie has to know that you're about to come apart under his tongue, that he's making you cum now, right now -

The orgasm is just as intense as you feared, and so much better than you ever imagined. You're actually screaming, which has only happened once before and that was that time you got drunk on a Saturday night and edged yourself with your Magic Wand for hours before you finally let yourself orgasm.

When you come back to some form of rational thought, your eyes blinking open against the faint lights of the bar, your ass is cramping, and your neck is sore. Thighs shaking, you nudge Frankie away from you, and let your legs down, a whine finding its way over your lips when he gives your throbbing clit one last lick.

He grunts when he gets up from his knees, and you realize dimly that both of you are perhaps a little too old for acrobatics like these, but there is no mistaking his proud smile when he comes up to kiss you. His lips are unbelievably slick from you, and you hum into his mouth.

"Am I wet enough for you now?"

"So fucking wet, baby," he assures you in a voice that makes you clench. His cock is rock hard against your thigh, and you mumble something about condoms.

"I've got rubbers," Frankie immediately assures you, and reaches into his pocket for his wallet. You take the condom from him and take a firm yet gentle hold of his thick cock. Christ, but it's thick, this is going to be intense. Frankie's eyelids flutter and he lets out a groan when you slowly stroke him a couple of times before putting the rubber on. This is fun, you think with an evil grin, you could do a lot more damage to him if you weren't dying to have him inside you.

"There," you whisper, taking his cock and pushing your soaked thong to the side so that you can slide him through your lips to lube him up. "I want you to fuck me now, Frankie."

He captures your lips in a searing kiss as you nock him at your entrance and let him start inching into you. Even with how wet you are, and how slow he's going, he still takes your breath away.

"You can take it," he growls, his low tone vibrating through him and into you. "You're doing great, baby..."

Holding onto him, you lift your legs and wrap them around him, hooking your feet by his ass, to lessen the angle of entry, but it's still a tight fit, God, he's big but feels so good, you want him to fucking ruin you.

He pulls back a little before pushing back in, and your moan gives him pause.

"Am I hurting you?"

"You're just really big," you blurt out inelegantly, smiling a little at his expression of alarm mixed with pride. "Maybe if we try it from behind?"

He pulls out and turns the stool around. You lean forward and brace yourself against the counter as you slide yourself to the back edge of the stool, angling yourself right. Frankie finds you, pulls your underwear to the side, and pushes in. He can't get as deep this way, but he still takes your breath away.

"Fuck, that's better," you moan, "take me hard, this is perfect!"

He takes orders well. With his large hands on your hips, he quickly finds a devastating rhythm that creates a filthy song of his thunderous panting in your ear, your loud moans, the slapping of skin against skin with each impact of his hips against your ass. Possessed by a new urgency, he paws at your tits, shoves one hand inside your bra to free one breast from the cup, the other hand still holding on to your hip, fingers digging into the flesh. His breaths are burning your neck, his cock is working you mercilessly, thrust after thrust after rough thrust, as his groans rise to a growl. You release one hand from the counter and put it over his to make him squeeze your breast. You want him to bruise you, want to feel him on your flesh, in the grip of your hungry pussy when you wake up tomorrow - later today. You don't know him, but you want to, you've never felt this way before with anyone, it's never been this easy with anyone, this easy and overwhelming. Fuck, you might even be able to cum again.

You slide your hand down to your sensitive clit, bracing yourself with one arm on the counter, Frankie draping himself over you from behind, fingers roughly pinching your nipple.

"One more for me," he huffs, "that's a good girl."

You cum almost immediately, his praise working wonders for you. As your squelching pussy flutters around him, Frankie's loud moan joins your wail. His hips stutter, then still, and his forehead falls to your shoulder as he catches his breath. You're shivering, parts of you stiff from strange positions and holding on, other parts like jelly. As you draw a trembling breath, you realize that you've dribbled saliva from one corner of your mouth, and you quickly wipe at your chin and slip down from the stool. Your legs almost buckle under you, but Frankie quickly catches hold of you.

"Easy."

"Thanks," you mumble, suddenly a little embarrassed. You've never been good at good-byes after the few one night stands you've had. Your thong chafes, your crotch is soaked, and you're feeling a little uncomfortable as the passion wanes and you're starting to feel the late hour.

Frankie's hand rests on your waist. "You okay?"

"Yeah," you hurry to reassure him, "I'm just... tired. It's late."

"It is." He takes off the condom, ties it up, then looks around for a trash can, finding one a few steps away. Having disposed of the rubber, he tucks himself in, and pulls up his pants.

"I had fun, though," he offers, his voice soft. You're just stepping into your jeans, and as you pull them up, you return his shy smile. Look at that, all raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens again.

"So did I," you reply, meaning it. "I had real fun, I mean... it was really good."

Both of you finish getting dressed in silence, then you do your final checks for the night, cash up, and turn off the lights. Frankie's with you as you lock up, and then you turn to him.

"Well... my car's over there." You point in the general direction of your parked car. Frankie gestures towards it, inviting you to start walking.

"I'll follow you to it. Make sure you're safe and sound."

Such a gentleman. It's half a block on a silent, empty street that you've walked down countless times before, but you don't mind the company, not to mention the gesture.

You yawn widely when you reach your car, and Frankie immediately asks if you're okay to drive.

"Sure," you promise him with a tired smile, "this isn't my first night shift. I don't have a long drive home, anyway."

"I could drive you," he offers, but you just shake your head and shoot him a flirty look.

"Then you'll just want to come up for coffee, and we both know how that story ends."

He chuckles, looking down at the ground. When you reach your car, he looks at you shyly.

"I got two questions before I can let you leave."

"Shoot."

"One: can I kiss you? And two: can I have your number?"

You pout and tilt your head, as if deep in thought.

"Yes to the kiss."

He immediately leans in for a surprisingly sweet kiss that ends way too soon.

"And the number?"

You grin mischievously.

"Come back tomorrow night so I'll know you're for real. Then you'll get my number."

He laughs at that, then stands watch as you get into your car, and drive away.

The next afternoon when you return to work, you find his baseball cap on the counter where the cleaner left it.

Now he definitely has to come back.

[th3-c0rps3-r0gu3]

shadows

chapter 3

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff X umbrakenetic fem!teen reader, Wanda maximoff X umbrakenetic fem!teen reader, Wandanat, Avengers X umbrakenetic fem!teen reader

Warnings:

A/n: sorry this is late personal life got in the way from posting.

Also •text• will symbolise when the shadows talk. Thought it may be more interesting than italics. Lemme know if not. Also sorry it's so short.

Y/n's pov.

I waited outside. Of course I did. I'm nervous. Of course I am. The shadows seem excited though. But then again the shadows are always excited.

• where are we going?•

•new place•

•ooh new shadows?•

•definitely•

I block out the constant chatter usually but right now it's comforting. It keeps my mind occupied while I wait for Natasha.

Soon a black car pulls up. Inside I see Natasha and another woman. She had red hair and blue eyes. She doesn't seem unfriendly but all the same I can't be sure. Natasha gets out and approaches me.

"You ready to kid?"

She asks. I simply nod. Natasha smiles at me and then leads me to the car. I get in the back and watch the other woman. She seems to notice my staring.

"hello I'm Wanda."

She says. She has a kind name.

"I'm y/n"

I say quietly. I need to be louder.

•ohh pretty!•

•she seems nice•

•hello new shadows!•

•ohh yes new shadows?•

I look down and ignore the extra chatter in my head. Their louder than usual today. But then again we are going somewhere new. We haven't done that in years. Wanda and Natasha are talking. The drive is long. How long has it been since I was last in a car. Too long.

"so y/n Natasha tells me that your sixteen correct?"

Wanda asks.

"fifteen."

I respond. Still too quiet though. Wanda doesn't seem to hear but Natasha repeats it.

"oh my apologies"

Wanda says. That seems to be the end of the conversation as neither of them talk to me again. It's a silent ride. I like silence. So do the shadows.

•hmm where are we going?•

•new places.•

•home•

The shadows have already mingled with the new shadows from the car. They seem bored now. This is the part where they ask me questions.

•when we be there?•

I don't know

I whisper to the shadows. I can't talk really loud or I'll be looked at funny.

•soon•

I silently thank the new shadows who start to answer the questions before I have to.

3rd person.

Natasha took note of how quiet y/n seemed. So did wanda. They expected it of course but still.

"she's quiet"

Wanda says. Natasha simply nods and glances back at y/n concerned.

"I don't know if it's concerning or not. She doesn't seem entirely here though. You know what I mean?"

Natasha responds and this time Wanda nods. Neither know exactly what to say. Wanda's attempts at conversation had been bad and so they left it. Y/n didn't make any attempts to talk though either so they were hardly to blame.

All three arrived soon at the compound. Y/n seemed nervous as she looks at the building.

"you ready to go inside?"

Natasha asks looking down at y/n. Y/n doesn't answer. Natasha goes to ask again before y/n finally nods. Natasha takes note if how the girl seems lost in her head.

"let's go in. I don't think anyone is around right now so you can get settled without the hullabaloo of the others."

Wanda says while starting to head inside the compound. Natasha and y/n follow.

Y/n pov

We stepp into an elevator. It's nice. I like it.

"Welcome back miss maximoff and miss Romanoff."

A woman's voice says loudly. I jump and almost hit wanda. The voice had an Irish accent to it. Natasha and Wanda don't seem faded though.

"that's FRIDAY. The compounds ai."

Wanda explains. I nod briefly. So it's an ai. That makes sense.

•new voice?•

•homes ai voice•

•kind voice•

•more new shadows?•

•hello!•

I once again drown out the chatter. I'll talk to the new shadows later. Natasha shoots me a concerned look. I ignore it though. I'm used to looks. But there usually not concerned ones.

The elevator stops and Wanda and Natasha get out. I follow.

"your room is down the hall to the far left. It's right across from mine and Wanda's so if you need us we'll be there. The one next to you is where a woman named Carol Danvers."

Natasha explains. I glance down the hall. Then I nod.

"once your settled well introduce you to the other avengers. Slowly of course."

Wanda says. She seems nervous. I wonder what for. She's not the one who's been offered a new home out of the blue. Wanda and Natasha don't seem to have anything else to say and then they walk into the kitchen. I glance back toward my room. Sighing I walk down there.

The room is nice. Larger than I anticipated though. It's bare and mainly white. I'll need to paint it black. The shadows aren't fond of colour. Even white is a step overboard.

•too bright.•

•needs to be darker.•

•blinding.•

I walk over and shut the blinds. At least now it's not so... blinding? Maybe the shadows are getting to me. I look around again to take in the furniture. There's a bed in the corner and a desk opposite. A bedside table with a lamp is in the right side of the bed while the right side is up against a wall. There's a dark wooden wardrobe adjacent from the window. It's nice I suppose.

I walk out to the main area again. Wanda is in the kitchen cooking while Natasha is on the couch.

"food will be ready soon"

Wanda says noticing me standing there.

"not hungry.."

I mumble. I really need to get better at talking. I'm fine with sandra. How are these people different?

•ooh food smell.•

•food smell good!•

Shhh

I mutter.

•but food..•

I block the shadows. If they start on about food I'll end up hungry.

"I heard you like to read. There's a library in the compound. It's small but I think you'd like it."

Wanda speaks up again. I look at her curious now.

"can.. can you show me?"

Still quiet but better this time. I'm getting there. Wanda smiles at me. That's.. not a expression I'm used to being aimed at me.

"sure. Let me finish cooking."

Wanda says. I nod and walk back to my room again.

3rd person.

Wanda watches as y/n walks back to her room.

"she's.. interesting."

Wanda says. Natasha sighs.

"she is. She doesn't seem to trust anyone. She's.."

"jittery"

Wanda finishes Natasha's sentence. That's become a habit since they started dating.

Natasha nods.

"yeah jittery."

Wanda and Natasha finish their food. Wanda made sure to make extra and put it in the fridge in case y/n got hungry. The Wanda went to get y/n to take her to the library.

"hey y/n. You still wanna see the library?"

Wanda asks outside y/n's door. The door opens and y/n appears.

"yes please."

Y/n says almost silently. Wanda smiles again and starts to walk toward the library. She stops to make sure y/n is following and when she sees she is Wanda continues.

Y/n pov.

The knock on the door startles me. I'm sitting in the floor conversing with the new shadows. They seem nice. Their better than the alley shadows that's for sure.

"hey y/n. You still wanna see the library?"

Wandas voice comes through from the other side. I get up and walk over and open the door.

"yes please."

I say. That was way to quiet. That's what I get for talking to the shadows too long. Wanda starts to walk off and I follow. When she stops and makes sure I'm following it surprises me. Nobody checks to make sure I'm following. They just assume I am. Wanda walks again and I still follow. I feel like a lost puppy.

We eventually get to a set of doors. Wanda opens them and the library shocks me.

"it's small but it's enough."

Wanda says sheepishly as we walk in.

"this.. this is small!?"

I say. Hey at least this time i wasn't almost inaudible. Wanda smiles.

"well to our standards it is. I'll leave you to read hmm."

I glance back at Wanda and then nod again. I'm eager to explore. So are the shadows. Wanda then leaves me. Leaves me alone in a library. Big mistake.

[quandaryqueen]

i am once again asking for more pre-riddler gotham edward shbdkadjbyw

mayhaps (pre-riddler) gotham edward with a future s/o who's an excellent sketch artist for the gcpd? like even with the vaguest of details they can get, they can draw an accurate likeness of a suspect most of the time? they would totally have a bunch of sketches of other people, of officers and ed too-

Pencil work

Gotham Edward Nygma X Reader

Pre-Riddler Edward is always a treat uwu I actually prefer him than the Riddler!

"This is Y/N L/N, they're gonna need some details about the man who assaulted you."

Edward watches as Detective Gordon gestures at you by his side in front of a poor woman— who had been minding her business in a typical day walking on her way to work, when she was pushed by a passerby at the side of the road, almost getting herself ran over. Just an average day in Gotham, something someone should shrug off after spewing a few profanities before resuming, but James Gordon happened to stumble upon the scene and brought the woman back to the precinct.

You stood ready with a sketch pad and pencil in your hands, nodding attentively as the woman began to detail the appearance of her assailant. The way your face tense from the concentration, softening when you turn back to ask for clarifications, before returning to a concentrated gaze. Edward wasn't aware he was blocking the path as he stood at awe at the sight of you at work.

You weren't called in all that much, at least, not at the rate he was also called in but it was always a sight to behold. That, or he is kept occupied with forensics. Mostly cooped up in your little space, sketching away. He only knew that because he always had the excuse to walk behind you, look over your shoulder, before pretending he wanted to tell a riddle to the nearest officer who happen to be beside you.

"Is this your man?" Detective Gordon shows the woman your sketchbook. It wasn't as detailed as your typical works, but it is just a quick sketch.

The woman nodded and was excused, leaving Gordon to work with the analysis to run the assailant's face through police database. And just like that, you were retreating back to your desk.

"A-ah, Mx. L/N!" Edward did not have the train of thought which consists of him going back and fourth between approaching you or not, as your name rolls from his tongue without much of a thought process.

He didn't expect you to glance back. Shit. You have never talked before and this is the first time you're interacting. He doesn't even know why he called you... Now what?

"G-great work! By the way! Hah... Um..." He scratches the back of his neck.

"Thank you! I try my best!" You smiled.

He returns your smile with his signature Muppet smile, before he retreats to his usual stomping grounds in a hurry, his face set ablaze... Somehow, he has the feeling of wanting to do that again.

~•~

Nothing could go wrong with an idle sketch while you wait for someone to call you on the scene for your expertise and it was the perfect way to pass time, other than being trapped in an endless scroll. The carbon tip hovering atop the paper, you lazily scan your surroundings for an inspiration. There was the beloved coffee machine, next to an office plant, near the forensics lab, where Edward Nygma exitted—

Edward Nygma... The funny fella from yesterday, ye? Definitely a cute guy... Black hair, always neatly combed to the sides, not a strand sticking out, brown eyes behind black framed square glasses, lips always stretched to a Muppet smile. You regret letting him go yesterday, internally punching yourself for not being that much of a conversationalist.

You never really talked to the guy all that much, only exchanging small talk, greeting when you bumped to each other before resuming to your day. When you do get to work with him, it would be brief that you don't really get to interact with him at all. There was a time Detective Bullock was bad mouthing Edward when you were on the scene, turning to you to nonchalantly express his annoyance for the bespectacled man when he made his way to the scene. You kept quiet, not wanting to cause a rift with your co-workers, but you had a way of letting the detective know you don't like the way he talks about Edward... So much for not wanting to cause a rift...

He looked particularly eager making his way forward, his eyes lit up and pace quickening. You watch him pass by your table and pretended as though you weren't just staring at him. By doing this, your eyes landed at the end of your pencil, the carbon tip filling out spaces to Edward's coat and—

How the fuck—

You were shocked at yourself as well, eyes wide at the sight of the absentminded sketch before you— a figure of Edward Nygma, though rough in terms of shape, you were a little concerns about how mu h details you were able to jot down from such a distance. Closing your sketchbook, you take your palms and press it against your heated face, fingers pulling down your cheeks before you slammed your head against your table. Stupid brain chemicals.

You just hoped Edward didn't see it... But on the contrary—

Edward was shocked when he spotted an unmistakable figure of himself on your paper, getting a good sight of it all when you closed your sketchbook and slam your head against your desk, all the while, repeatedly banging your head on the surface lightly. Well, that couldn't be good for the noggin and before you can cause great damage on your cortex, he taps your shoulder.

"That was a marvelous drawing!"

Your stomach dropped and eyes widened, a reaction Edward caused with his thoughtless statement that he had yet again, had zero thought process behind it. Oh no, you don't think of him as a creep now do you? Justified and understandable...

"I'm so sorry." You blurted out in the midst of the mess in your mind. Oh my fucking god this is so embarrassing, I wish I can crawl under a rock and die.

Edward blinks owlishly. "Uh... Why?"

"Um... For sketching you?" For being an absolute leering creep???

"Nonsense! I'm quite flattered!" And besides if anyone should be sorry, it's him, he's the leering creep. "All those details in such a short time! I don't know about you, but most of the time, you're the one who makes the process of capturing the baddies faster. Putting a face to the assailant! Then it would be more easier to get more information like the name, age, where, when, why, how— how long have you been sketching?"

Be still my beating heart... You held a hand to your chest, maintaining a tense smile as the feeling of wanting to be swallowed by the ground subsides as it was beginning to be replaced by flattery.

"Um... Thank you... I mean... Since I was young? It was a hobby at first, then I got into this... Um... Job and I guess I'm a professional now."

"May I see?" Edward could barely contain his excitement as he gestured at the sketch book on your desk.

For a moment, hesitance took over, but you eventually got over it and flipped through the pages, landing on the recent page, before handing it to Edward. His eyes were wide with wonder as he admired the pencil work, his eyes softening at how much details you incorporated in your drawing, a smile gracing his features.

"Wonderful..." It slips pass his lips, his finger softly stroking the material of the pad.

"You can look over the previous pages if you want."

"Really?" He glanced at you, eyes glimmering with excitement.

"Go ahead." Although you were a little shy, you allowed him to close your sketchbook and go to the very first page.

You saw the advantage of prolonging the conversation further and took the chance. For so long you've wanted to approach him, as he seemed fun, but you never really had the courage to speak with him in a casual manner. Who knows? Maybe a foundation of a bond can be forged through this.