#wlw fluff

[softly-potter]

What a Play

Summary: Ellie takes you to see a hockey game

Pairing/WC/Tagsno outbreak!ellie x fem!reader / 572 / first date, wlw, flirting, shy Ellie, fluff

a/n: I was watching shorsey and had an idea. For day 12 of @thepromptfoundry ‘professional sports’

The roar of the crowd fills the air as you and Ellie find your seats in the packed arena, the energy of the place already buzzing through your veins. The smell of hot dogs, fresh popcorn, and the sharp scent of beer mix together, creating the unmistakable atmosphere of a live hockey game. You can feel the electric hum of excitement around you as fans chant, wave signs, and cheer for their teams.

Ellie leans over to you, her eyes sparkling with that familiar mischievous gleam. “You want one?” she asks, holding up a cold beer.

You smile, nodding. “Yeah, thanks.”

She gets up and disappears into the crowd, returning a few minutes later with two plastic cups filled with frosty beer. She hands you one, her fingers brushing yours as she does, and you can’t help but feel the warmth spread through you.

“To a good game,” she says, raising her cup in a mock toast.

“To a good time,” you reply, clinking your cup against hers.

As the game begins, you both settle in, eyes glued to the ice. The arena is alive with the sounds of skates scraping against the ice, sticks slapping the puck, and the collective cheer of thousands of fans. Ellie’s focus is unwavering. She leans forward, her eyes fixed on the action, her fingers wrapped tightly around her cup. You watch her, captivated not just by the game, but by the pure joy on her face. There’s something about the way she lights up, how her eyes sparkle when her team has the puck or when a particularly skilled play unfolds on the ice.

You can’t help but admire her enthusiasm, the way she’s completely lost in it. When her team scores, Ellie claps excitedly, her face lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning. You smile, watching her, the sound of the crowd’s cheer mixing with the beat of your heart.

The energy in the arena is contagious. You find yourself drawn in, clapping along with her, shouting and cheering with the rest of the crowd. The buzz of the place fills you both, and you can feel the weight of the world fall away as you lose yourselves in the excitement of the game.

When halftime hits, Ellie turns to you with a playful grin. “Another drink?”

You think for a moment, then nod. “Sure, why not?”

She stands, offering you her hand. As you take it, she pulls you up, and you walk together toward the concession stand. The crowd is thick, the air charged with an infectious energy, and you feel alive in a way you haven’t in a long time. Ellie makes a joke about the line being too long, but you barely hear it over the sound of your own heartbeat thumping in your chest.

Once you’ve gotten your drinks and made your way back to your seats, Ellie smiles at you, her fingers trailing over the rim of her cup absentmindedly. Her eyes flicker toward you, a little shy now. She looks nervous, which is unusual for her.

“What?” you ask, leaning closer.

She laughs, a little unsure. “I don’t know, you’re just… so close, and the game’s not even over yet. I-”

Before she can finish, you lean in and kiss her. It’s not a gentle, soft kiss like you might expect. It’s quick and sudden, but full of intent. Ellie freezes at first, taken aback, her cup slipping slightly in her hand. But then, as if realizing it’s you, and it’s okay, she melts into the kiss, her lips soft and warm against yours.

The kiss deepens for a moment, a flash of warmth and excitement between you both before the noise of the arena pulls you back to reality. You pull away, just enough to catch her gaze. Her lips are parted slightly, her cheeks flushed, her eyes are wide.

“You good?” you ask softly, your thumb brushing the side of her hand, where she’s still holding her drink.

Ellie laughs, a nervous sound escaping her. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. Just… didn’t expect that.”

You smile, leaning back in your seat, but not letting go of her hand. She squeezes it, her fingers warm and firm around yours. As the game resumes, the crowd erupts once again, and you both return your attention to the ice. But now there’s something different in the air between you. The buzz of the arena is still there, but so is the pulse of something new — something electric and thrilling in the way your hands fit together, in the way Ellie’s fingers gently squeeze yours in quiet acknowledgment.

And when her team scores again, she claps excitedly, her eyes shining with uncontainable joy. But this time, you’re not just watching her. You’re part of her excitement, part of the moment, your hand in hers, feeling the rush of adrenaline, the bond between you strengthening with every cheer, every cheer, every kiss.

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𝓗𝓲 𝓼𝓾𝓰𝓪𝓻!

ʚଓ 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠: 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑎𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝐾𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑎, 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡, –𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡.

𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟.

𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑠.

“𝐺𝑎ℎ!! 𝐺𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑒!!” 𝑆𝑜𝑘𝑘𝑎 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑, ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑝 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑒𝑟. 𝐴 𝑏𝑒𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑓 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑎 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑡.

“𝐷𝑢𝑑𝑒? 𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑙𝑦? 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑠??” 𝑇𝑜𝑝𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑠, 𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑗𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐴𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐾𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑎, 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑎𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑝.

𝐴 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑏𝑦,𝑆𝑜𝑘𝑘𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑇𝑜𝑝ℎ 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑦. 𝑂𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 ,𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑝𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒, 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡,𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑘 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑆𝑜𝑘𝑘𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠.

“𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑠𝑜? 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑠, 𝐼 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛, 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑,𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔.”

𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑠, ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑔𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑦 𝑆𝑜𝑘𝑘𝑎 𝑔𝑜𝑡.

“𝐻𝑒𝑦 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑜! 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤? 𝑀𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑗𝑜𝑏–”

“𝐼𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑑𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒. “

𝑍𝑢𝑘𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠, 𝑎 ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒, 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑜𝑦𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠.

𝐴𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑐ℎ𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝐿𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑘 ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑆𝑜𝑘𝑘𝑎.

“𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔–”

𝑆𝑜𝑘𝑘𝑎 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠, 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐴𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦, ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑔𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ,𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑑. 𝑌𝑜𝑢, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑔𝑎𝑑𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡… 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

𝑄𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟,𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑛𝑢𝑚𝑏,𝑡𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑏𝑎𝑑, ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒, 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡, 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟.

𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑎𝑧𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑑.. 𝑆𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑤𝑘𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑.

𝑇𝑜𝑝ℎ 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑑…𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔,𝑍𝑢𝑘𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡, 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑, 𝐴𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘, 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡. 𝐾𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑎, 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠, ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠, 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑢𝑝, 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑝.

𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑍𝑢𝑘𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐴𝑎𝑛𝑔, 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑔𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒, 𝑆𝑜𝑘𝑘𝑎 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑇𝑜𝑝ℎ 𝑔𝑜 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑠ℎ 𝑓𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑎𝑡.

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“𝐷𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝?” 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑,𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑓𝑓. 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡… 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑦, 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒? 𝑌𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑜 𝑢𝑠𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡…𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒.

𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑,𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟.

𝑆𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑣𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑝 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛, 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑡.

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑙𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑘, 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟.

𝐴 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑, 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑑. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑, 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑝, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝐾𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑎, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑜.

“𝐾𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑎..” 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 , 𝑠ℎ𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑝. 𝑁𝑜 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑, ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦, 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑡, 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ.

“𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛.”

𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑤 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑔.

“𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘…𝑀𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠,ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡? 𝑊𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢…𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑠.”

𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑, 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑖𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑.

“𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝑊𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢.”

𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑝 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑘, 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑝𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠;𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑤𝑟𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑒, 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦.

𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔,ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑟.

“𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑢𝑝 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑, 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦. 𝑆𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒, 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑐𝑟𝑦, 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑢𝑠.”

𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡, 𝑔𝑎𝑧𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒. 𝑂𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑜𝑑, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑦 𝑒𝑥ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑒,𝑛𝑜𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘. 𝑇𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑠 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑, 𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑜𝑘𝑎 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘.

𝐾𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑠, 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑝. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑝𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠,𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚, 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑟.

𝓚𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓼!

[derpydorkdude]

I wanna be held and have my hair played with and my forehead kissed and be told what a good job I’ve been doing lately and be cuddled under a weighted blanket while we watch tv together

but I can’t because life’s unfair

[prettyyyinblack]

| Sapphic Post | 18+ | NSFT | Minors & CisHetMen DNI |

what i listened to while writing -

Long distance sucks but then there are moments when it all seems worth it. When you finally get to their city and can hold and touch and kiss them after feeling like a part of you was disconnected, not emotionally, but geographically. When you’re so close you can feel each other's breaths warm on your cheeks, foreheads touching, hands searching for somewhere to hold onto as if you don’t get a grip, they might go back to being thousands of miles away.

When you wake up early, something you’d never do on your own, but it’s second nature, to have that extra time getting them ready before they have to spend a day away at work or school or somewhere that isn’t right next to you. Sitting on the bathroom counter in their hoodie that carries their scent because the one you had back home lost its smell a month after they had to leave the last time.

Lingering sleep creating a hazy bubble around you both as they stand between your legs, head rested in the crook of your neck, fingers threading through their hair because you’re both aware of the toll the next 8 hours will take. Running through a checklist of things you know they didn’t forget, 'cause neither of you wants them to leave—a hundred too many “one more” kisses. Still tempting them to call out, even though lovesickness isn’t a recognized illness in the professional world. Holding their keys tight in your fist, not wanting to let go. The kiss that has to be the last.

Checking your phone constantly to see if the last five minutes had moved faster than the one before that. Sifting through cabinets and drawers, searching for the remote, utensils, or cups, not quite remembering where they said everything was. You scroll for a recipe to cook because, while you’d probably have a girl dinner on your own, you want them to have something to come home to.

The excitement when the keys jingle in the door and they’re back. The steam that clings to your skin after your shower together. The taste of their skin. The feel of their sheets. Sitting so close that anything else would cause you to fuse. Waking up in the same position you fell asleep in and doing it all again tomorrow. A part of their routine, but by their side instead of on their phone.

- xo 💋

[nyxiangel]

This is not thirst related buuuut

I was doing some things while she showered get the work ick off. I had headphones on, until I heard her singing over the music flooding the bathroom 🥰

Ngl I took off the headphones, sat on our bed, and just been listening. You'll probably see this 😅 I love you

Im glad you feel comfortable singing and being soft more often. It's been wonderful to see

[softly-potter]

You’re Impossible

Summary: Weiss & Ruby find solace in eachother after a night of fighting Grimm.

Pairing/WC/tags: post!volume!9!Weiss x post!volume!9 Ruby / 761 / wlw fluff, feelings admissions, partners to lovers, post volume nine

A/N: for the last day of @whiterose-fans-blog and for day 15 of @fluffyjuly sleepy/‘hold still a moment’. Thank you all for 800 followers :)

Ruby has always been good at moving, and the worst part about coming home is that there’s finally time to think.

She’s good at running toward danger, towards the next mission. Running toward anything that keeps her from sitting still long enough to feel everything she’s carrying.

But after hours of fighting Grimm in the freezing wilderness, there’s nowhere left to run, especially not with Weiss sitting across from her.

They’re both exhausted, the tiredness settling deep into their bones. Ruby’s muscles ache, and Weiss feels dirty, grime and sweat caked to her skin.

Neither of them says much, because they’re too tired, or maybe because they both don’t want to face what needs to be said.

Ruby glances over, and Weiss is sitting on the edge of the bed, carefully cleaning a cut along her arm. Her hair is falling out of its usual neat style, strands framing her face.

“You’re staring again.”

Ruby immediately looks away. “I’m not.”

Weiss raises an eyebrow, her mouth twisting. Even when she’s exhausted, she’s still Weiss.

Ruby sighs. “Okay. Maybe a little.”

A tired smile pulls at Weiss’s lips before she looks back down at her arm. “You should shower and rest.”

“So should you.” Ruby counters and Weiss looks up again.

“I was here first.”

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

“It does in my head.”

Ruby laughs quietly, folding her arms as the silence returns. It could be comfortable, maybe even relaxing, but then Ruby remembers Weiss throwing herself in front of an attack earlier that day. Weiss remembers Ruby taking a hit meant for her. They’ve both done it too many times, both almost lost each other too.

“You scared me today.” The words leave Ruby before she can stop them, and she clenches her fingers into her palm.

Weiss inhales through her nose. “I’m sorry.”

Ruby shakes her head. “That’s not what I mean.”

Weiss looks away, her bravery failing her. She knows what Ruby truly means. They’ve been dancing around this for months, maybe years. Every almost-confession, every lingering touch, every moment where they stand just a little too close and pretend it means nothing.

Ruby takes a closer step, her boots quiet on the carpet flooring. “Weiss.”

The way she says her name makes Weiss’s expression falter. “What?”

Ruby has faced down monsters bigger than buildings. She’s fought battles where the odds were impossible, and yet this feels harder.

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with how much I care about you.”

Weiss sits up a little straighter, and the room is suddenly stifling. “Ruby…”

“I know,” Ruby whispers. “I know we’re tired, and maybe this isn’t the time.”

Weiss’s fingers curl slightly into the blanket. “But you’re doing it anyways huh?”

Ruby nods. “I almost didn’t get to.”

The room goes painfully quiet, and Weiss looks down. When she speaks, her voice is barely audible. “You’re impossible.”

Ruby gives a small, shaky laugh. “Yeah.”

“No, I mean…” Weiss exhales. “You’re impossible because you make it so hard to pretend.” Ruby feels her chest inflate but Weiss keeps going. “I’ve spent so long trying to convince myself that you’re just my partner. My teammate. My friend, and… I’m very tired of lying to myself.”

Ruby sits down on the bed beside her, and takes her hand. “Weiss…”

“Hold still for a moment.”

Ruby blinks. “What?”

Weiss’s thumb brushes over her knuckles, her eyes soft despite the exhaustion. “Just… hold still.”

To her credit, Ruby listens. She sits stiff as a board, and lets Weiss pull her closer, lets their foreheads rest together, lets the silence speak for them.

The kiss is slow. Careful, and Ruby wonders if she’s half dreaming. Weiss twists her head, the pressure deepening, and Ruby mimics her, barely moving her neck even though her hands ache to touch her.

When they finally pull away, Ruby’s eyes are already heavy.

“You’re falling asleep,” Weiss murmurs.

Ruby smiles faintly. “Maybe.”

“You’re impossible.”

“You keep saying that.”

“Isn’t it true?”

Ruby showers first, her short hair sticking to her neck as she slides into bed. Weiss showers next, ignoring the crumbled towel Ruby had left on the floor, the material that was lucky enough to touch her partner’s naked skin.

Exiting the bathroom, she smiles when she sees Ruby is already asleep. Quiet as night, Weiss slips in the covers beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist and dragging her closer. She kisses Ruby’s neck, behind her ear. The girl sighs, settling closer, and when Weiss closes her eyes, she swears she smells roses.

x

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RWBY blurbs

[marvelobsessed134]

Hiiii!!! Could we get some Pamela fluff where it’s just gentle pampering and sweet kisses??

Aftercare

A/n: Heyyy anon! So sorry for the wait! I hope you like this!

Pairings: Pamela Anderson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mention of sex. And that’s it. Just super sweet mommy Pamela fluff.

After a long, pleasurable, and tiring string of intimate activities with Pamela, you’re well spent.

“Oh baby, did I wear you out?” She asks as she takes the strap off to clean it and put it back in the drawer where it belongs.

You tiredly nod with a blissed out smile as you lay bare naked on the luxury bed. Your girlfriend is, of course, also still naked you admire her beautiful form. You’re never going to get tired of her beauty.

“Cmon, let’s get you cleaned up.” She grabs your hand and gently tugs you to get off the bed and follow her into the bathroom.

You yawn as you rest against the wall while she fills the tub. “I know you’re tired, baby. But you need to get cleaned up.”

Once the bath is filled along with bubbles, the two of you get in, Pamela behind you as you sit in her lap and rest your head against her chest. She grabs a warm wash cloth with body wash and starts gently rubbing your entire body, being extra gentle with your pussy.

You sigh in contentment, you love when she takes care of you like this. “Good girl.” She praises softly as you let her clean you.

“I love you, Pammy.” You whisper

“I love you too, baby.” Pam responds before giving you a peck on the cheek.

Once it’s time to get out of the bath, she wraps you in a warm, fluffy towel before handing you your favorite silk night gown and robe.

“Thank you, darling.” You say before pecking her lips.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

Anyone would call you guys so in love that it’s sickening. But you couldn’t care less. Pamela helps dressing you, tying your robe before she gets into her own pajamas.

“You want any snacks or water?” She asks.

“No thank you. Just wanna lay with you.” You blush. You’re still shy around her and she finds that adorable.

“C’mere, baby.” You climb into bed with her and the two of you spend the rest of the night watching TV before passing out in each others arms.

[softly-potter]

Cooking Mama

Summary: Ruby surprises Weiss with a homecooked meal

Pairing/WC/tags: Ruby x Weiss / 463 / fluff, domestic fluff, wlw, established relationship

A/N: for day two of @whiterose-fans-blog ‘home cooking’

Pausing in the doorway to their home, Weiss takes a deep sniff. Ruby isn’t home, having stayed late at Beacon to help Ren deal with the new class of freshmen, so why is she smelling…garlic?

Dropping her bags, Weiss moves quietly down the hall before moving into her combat stance in the doorway of the kitchen.

“Surprise!”

Weiss feels her lips part as she takes in the delicious but disastrous scene. She’s used to grand gestures and expensive gifts. The kind of things that come with a certain level of decorum. What she isn’t used to is this.

Ruby is standing in their kitchen, wearing a checkered colored apron a size too big for her, flour dusting in her hair, and an entire homecooked meal made for her ice princess.

Ruby promises it’s not a big deal, just something she wanted to do. She had noticed the weight that was seemingly befallen Weiss after they’d gotten married. Adult hood isn’t easy, even for an heiress. Weiss had been staying up late, skipping meals, not focusing on her own wellbeing, and Ruby decided that for one night, Weiss didn’t have to be responsible. She didn’t have to be the flawelsss teammate, the perfect heirsss, or the person who always had a plan.

Instead, she could just come home.

Ruby immediately tries to play it off as casual, even as she pulls out Weiss’s chair. “Don’t look so surprised. I can cook.”

“Ruby, last week there was smoke filling the kitchen.”

“That was one time!”

Weiss rolls her eyes as she picks up a fork. “It was a bagel. You burned a bagel.”

Ruby snickers and Weiss does the same, reaching for her partner’s hand with a smile. “But thank you anyways. This is…this is really nice.”

“Of course,” Ruby laughs lightly, squeezing Weiss’s hand. “You deserve it.”

As they dig in, Weiss tells Ruby about her day, and Ruby listens on baited breathe. It’s easy, like breathing or drifting off to sleep, and leaning on her palm, Ruby grins. She didn’t cook dinner because she thinks Weiss needs to be taken care of. Weiss doesn’t need saving. She does it because she loves her. Because she loves the quiet moments just as much as the loud adventures, because the life they have built is stable, something neither of them had. A place where they can be soft, where Weiss can put down her armor, and Ruby can be more than a hero.

When Weiss leans across the table to kiss her cheek, Ruby hums. “How was dinner?”

“I think I’ll let you cook again, maybe.”

Ruby beams. “High praise. I’ll take it.”

“Don’t get used to it.” Weiss hums, but she’s smiling as she says it, and Ruby knows without a doubt, she will.

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