sml oneshots !! [ reqs closed for a bit ^^ ]

- I'm glad I showed up on YOUR doorstep...! - BTG X Reader

I awkwardly kicked off my snow-drenched shoes, trying not to scrape his carpet any further, though small clumps of snow could be noticed. He sighed loudly, like I'd brought a blizzard into his house single-handedly. "You... uh ehm, you want - you want like a drink or somethin?" He looked in my direction to receive my answer, "Yeah, are you able to make coffee?" I fulfilled his question with no hesitation. This rando scratched the back of his head, his face constructed as if I'd just asked him to solve a impossible physics equation, "coffee, huh? hmm, I guess I can do that! but don't expect it to be like - Starbucks or anything fancy". He shuffled off toward what I assumed was the kitchen, muttering something under his breath about 'freezing strangers and their demands'.

My legs started to ache from standing to long, I turned around and decided to make my way to the couch in the living room, maybe he would like for me to NOT sit down on it, but I can sense the coziness of the couch from 1 meter away. I couldn't care less about what the man thought and just sat down on the supposedly comfy couch, the couch was even softer than it looked, wrapping me in a warm embrace like it understood the fact that I was cold a second ago. I sank into it, almost forgetting that this wasn't my Home Sweet Home! and the fact that this definitely isn't my couch to claim. The Miami Heat singlet weirdo peeked his head out from the kitchen, a mug in one hand and a raised eyebrow in the other. "someone took 'make yourself at home! a bit to literally, huh?" he grumbled, though his lack of tone wasn't enough to make me feel guilty.

"Would you rather I get up and sleep on the floor?" I shot back, getting up from the couch and doing the action I sarcastically said, he giggled in honesty, as he started walking towards me with the cup still in his hand. "aight - aight you got me, you can sit down on the couch you rascal" he joked back, making me snicker at the lil pet name he gave me. His hand with the cup in it motioned towards my direction, I looked up at the man, he gave a small lil nod before moving it slightly forwards toward my face. I gave a quiet thank you before grabbing the mug with both hands, the smell was... passable, but not gourmet level or somethin'.

I took a slow and cautious sip of the coffee, letting the warmth spread through me like penguins huddling altogether. Okay -  so it wasn't gourmet, but it didn't taste like burnt pizza made out of lieral cardboard either - win-win! The man flopped next to me on the same couch with a exaggerated sigh, pressing the TV remote 'volume' option to turn up television. The basketball commentary filled the room, an odd addition to add to the awkward silence stretching between us. "So," he began, glancing at me with curiosity, "What were you even doing out there in the middle of a snowstorm? That's like the most stupid - est thing I heard of somebody doing!" I roll my eyes. "A snowstorm? no wonder... oh yeah! bro listen, I was ONLY going to take a small and quick walk, nothing drastic or anything! And next thing I know. I came into a completely new neighbourhood - and there just so happens to be a snowstorm!!" He chuckled dryly, shaking his head as he stared at the game as I continue to sip my poorly but well made coffee. 

He laughed and leaned back, a smirk tugging at his lips, "dumbass". He whispered beneath his breath, "shut up!" I yelled back in defense, he just chuckled as I was gradually sinking deeper into the couch's warm embrace. There was silence between us, again, I just ignored it and looked upon the famous game that was being displayed across worldwide, I noticed the teams and remembered that the stranger had a team's shirt... I switched my head over to his direction before memorizing that he had a Miami Heat's singlet! "Woah hey! Do you like the miami heat team?" my face lit up with joy as surprisingly, that was my favourite team too! "YES." He replied back with no hesitation. "WHO'S YOUR FAVOURITE PLAYER?" I ask back, my voice getting to a higher pitch, "JIMMY BUCKETS! JIMMY THE ONE! JIMMY THEE BUTLER!" I saw his eyes spark with happiness. "WAH!? ME TOO!" I slap my cheeks dramatically.

"ON MY MOTHA'S LIFE, WOULD I HAVE THOUGHT, THAT THERE WAS ANOTHER JIMMY BUTLER FAN. OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He squealed as I joined in, we both immediately started waffling about Jimmy and Miami Heat, I think I had just made a new friend! Over basketball! 

After a long yapping session about the team and buckets, I found out this random fella name is Brooklyn Guy! or Brooklyn I guess, "ha - haw, heh... you know, you're lowkey funny, especially for a middle aged man" I made a teasing remark, "ssshhhuushh! I'm trying to forget the fact I'm getting closer to 40 aight??" He punched my softly on my shoulder, making me giggle.

He shook his head with an exaggerated groan, but I caught the small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "aaiigghhhttt kid, you've got jokes, but don't get too comfortable roasting me. I've got decades of comebacks from a long time ago" "Oh, decades?" I teased, leaning in slightly as if I'd just found the perfect punchline. "I thought you were trying to forget about those decades",he laughed, the sound deep, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Touché, alright, you got me. Just don't push it, or I'll kick you back out into the snow." "Please," I scoffed, holding up the now half-empty mug of coffee. "You're not getting rid of me that easily, especially not when you made... uhhh, slightly decent coffee...!" "Slightly decent?" he repeated with devasation, placing his hand on his chest as if I'd just deeply insulted his honor. "This is fine art, okay? You just don't have the guts to admit it lil one".

I grinned at his dramatic performance, shaking my head as I construct to tuck my legs underneath me on the couch, the warmth of the room, and the way he looked so at ease beside me - it all felt oddly... right. "You know," I said softly, glancing at him with an awkard smile, "I didn't expect to end up here tonight. But, honestly? I'm glad I did." He paused, his eyes meeting mine. For a second, the teasing faded, and something genuine flickered in his expression. "Yeah," he murmured, his tone softer now. "Me too."

The moment swinged in the air, the basketball commentary in the distance grew faint as I felt my heart skip slightly and quietly. It wasn't just the coffee or the warmth of the house that made me feel at home - it was him. The easy laughter, the interest finding out and having a whole waffling session, the connection I hadn't expected to find on a night like this. "You know," he said, leaning back but keeping his gaze on me, "you're alright for someone who's apparently terrible at weather forecasting." "Gee, thanks," I replied dryly, nudging him gently with my shoulder. "And you're alright too. For someone who opens the door wearing that in the middle of winter." He laughed, shaking his head as he reached over to set the remote down. "Guess we're both full of surprises tonight."

I smiled, letting myself relax into the warmth between us, my shoulder brushing his just enough to feel the comfort of his presence. The snowstorm outside raged on, but in this little pocket of the world. it was just us—a pair of unexpected companions finding something that felt a little bit like home, maybe... just MAYBE! even something more.

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wwoaahhh,,,,, yikes !!!! puhlease let me know how this went 💔 my x reader skills aren't that goated sigh 😓

req by @daveylikesbamber !11!

cchhaaarraacctteeerrr goes 2 sml or logan waha bro I CANT KEEP WRITING THIS YOU GUYS ALREADY KNOW 💔

also unfortunately I forgot the art above goes to, if you remember who please let me know! but if not, credits 2 them ! ^_^

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