Let’s Be Honest The Game Feels Like This Too

typa shit thanos would send to you

Sammie :(

trying to find good “x blk reader” fics are so hard omg. especially on tumblr 💔

just saw sinners and BABY i needed fics about smoke, stack, AND sammie all of them freaks yesterday

this is so tea

LIGHTER

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PLOT: you’ll find out!

WORD COUNT: 727

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"You know... I like guys who smoke," you said, your voice casual as you sifted through your purse, eyes scanning for one of your old vintage lighters. You could tell he was nervous, like he’d never smoked a day in his life. It was kind of adorable, in a way.

You found the lighter and flicked it open, the flame flickering to life for a moment. You glanced up at him, a smirk tugging at your lips.

"Do you smoke, Inwoo?" you asked, voice teasing.

He stuttered, his eyes flicking down to the floor. "I, uh, I do... yeah. Of course, I do." He hiccupped, his face turning a little red. Classic nervous tic.

"Mm-hmm. Sure you do." You slid across the room, making sure he saw you do it with a bit of a deliberate slowness. You knew he’d be uncomfortable. He was already a little jumpy. It was cute. Almost as if he couldn’t quite decide whether to sit next to you or keep his distance.

Another hiccup escaped from him.

"Do you have a pack on you right now?" You raised an eyebrow, almost daring him to admit he didn’t.

You handed him the lighter, your fingers brushing his for a moment. You watched his reaction closely. He didn’t take it right away, as if unsure, until he reached for it hesitantly.

"Uh, yeah... I have one," he said, his voice wavering a bit, but his hand shaking slightly as he pulled the pack from his jacket pocket. He held it in front of you like it was some kind of fragile treasure, his gaze flickering between you and the pack.

The pack of cigarettes were soaked, due to us running in the rain earlier.

"Well, go ahead," you said, your voice a little more coaxing now. "Light one up."

He opened the pack with a snap, pulling a cigarette free with his fingers. He was so careful about it, like he was afraid he might do something wrong. His fingers trembled slightly as he raised the cigarette to his lips.

"Need help?" you teased, though there was a little more warmth in your voice now.

He glanced at you, clearly embarrassed. "I… I got it." He tried to flick the lighter, but it took a couple of attempts.

You leaned back on the couch, watching him struggle for a second, before your patience wore thin. You moved closer, gently taking the lighter from his hand, your fingers brushing his again. You lit the cigarette for him, watching the flame catch on the tip.

He exhaled sharply, almost choking on the smoke, his face scrunching up in surprise.

"See? Not so bad, right?" you teased, a smile playing on your lips as you leaned in just a bit closer. "Though, you’re supposed to inhale."

His face turned an even deeper shade of red, and he tried again, this time with more success, though still a little awkward. You could tell he was trying to impress you. It was kind of cute. He wasn’t quite there yet, but you didn’t mind. You liked the effort. You liked him.

"So," you started, sitting down next to him finally, watching him blow out another plume of smoke. "How long have you been smoking, exactly?" You couldn’t help but ask, eyes glinting mischievously. "You know, you don’t really look like the type."

He chuckled nervously, still avoiding direct eye contact. "Uh, not long. I just started... last week."

You raised an eyebrow, taking the cigarette from his fingers and inhaling a drag yourself. "Really? Last week? That’s a bold move, considering you’ve never even touched a cigarette before today."

He shrugged awkwardly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I wanted to impress you."

You gave him a look, a soft smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. "Mission accomplished," you said, and his eyes widened slightly in surprise, before he let out a nervous laugh, his hiccuping now replaced with a small, shy grin.

You both sat there in the quiet for a moment, the only sound the soft crackle of the burning cigarette between your fingers, and the occasional hitch in his breath. You liked this. The tension between you, the way his nervousness somehow made everything feel... real. You leaned in, letting the space between you shrink even more.

"Tell you what," you whispered, voice playful. "You keep that cigarette lit, and I’ll teach you how to smoke it properly."

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Somebody hold my hand or else I might faint!!1!1

my bf stole my phone to take pictures of himself 🤦‍♀️