OSP x Reader

5 (Red x Y/N)

You and Red enter the grocery store. Both of you have your own versions of the list at hand, yours with words; hers with pictures.

You and her grab carts then go around the store ticking items one by one off the list.

Several people stare at you because you move much faster than them. Can't blame them, you timed yourself not to stay here for too long. You ensure that you don't bump into people and especially the store employees.

Same goes for Red. Both of you agreed not to be in the grocery store longer than seventeen minutes.

You feel the adrenaline kicking in. You remind yourself not to go overboard.

It's been ten minutes and you got half of the list done. Now, what are you missing? You stare at your version of the list and rush across several aisles.

You text Red how she's doing so far. She's doing well, she replies. You continue on getting stuff to tick off the list.

You see a box of chocolates and want to grab it. You refuse. It's not on the list. You dash away with your cart before you change your mind.

You get stuff off the list and move on. Non-scented wipes? Check. Toothbrushes? Check. Eggs? Check. Greens? Check.

Fifteen minutes. Two left on the clock.

You grab the last one: a small stack of toothpastes. Your list is done.

You're at the check-out line now. You look across the lanes to see if Red's there. You don't see her.

You panic. One minute is left.

You text her if she's fine. The timer's almost up.

No response.

You're there pondering on your options. You either leave your cart to find her or you stay behind to keep your spot on the lane.

The last minute runs out.

And it's your turn to purchase your side of the groceries.

You tap your fingers on your thigh wondering what happened to Red. You watch the guy scan the groceries.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

The scanning for the items on your list feels like forever. Each beep gives you more and more anxiety. You still haven't seen her. It's way past the timer.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

You look through your texts. There's no reply. Her signal is still there though. You fidget on the spot.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

The groceries are bagged, you pay with your credit card, you get the receipt and card, and you tell the register to watch over your things as you go look for your girlfriend. He sees you're worried and nods.

Aisles and aisles around you and still no sight of Red. Fear clouds your mind. The crowd thins. Where did she go? Is she safe? Is she conscious? You hope she's distracted and all you have to worry about is to return stuff she doesn't need.

You check your phone and she hasn't responded. You clutch your head. You want to scream but you promised to her earlier before this that you'd keep your cool.

You hear cursing from a distance and see an iPhone with a crack on the screen. It's hers. You see Red on the floor holding her foot.

"Red!! What happened??!" Your heart drops. You pick up all the fallen items and put them in her cart.

"I sprained my ankle. I-I know you texted. I tried getting my phone but-"

You hold her tight. You don't need to hear her apologise. You just want her to be near you. You catch your breath.

"Let's get you home, love."

You hoist her up with one arm around you. You don't get that far and two employees pass by.

"Hey!! Can you help us??!"

One assists you in carrying her and the other pushes the cart. You reach the register, you get Red's wallet and pay for her groceries. The two employees hold her while you get the car ready.

You park the car as close as you could to the store. You get out and open the door, the employees help Red get on the co-pilot's seat. Then you and the employees carry the groceries to the back seat and trunk.

"Be careful with my car." Red helps you adjust the driver's seat.

"I'll try." You gulp knowing you just got your driver's license merely two months ago.

You drive the way home and nothing bad happens. You annoy your neighbour to help Red get in the house. You thank him in advance once the work's done.

Minutes pass and you're home. Red's watching a show and you're nearly finished unpacking the groceries.

You get a glass of water and take your time drinking. You text a friend to come over because you need her help to heal your girlfriend's ankle.

You hear a rustle. It's Red getting the remaining groceries in the shelves. You rush to her side and hug her from behind.

"Babe, let me handle this. You need to rest."

"I want to help. I can't let you do all the work!"

"You're hurt. I don't want you to overwork yourself, ok?"

"Fine."

You have a short soft kiss with her. You bring her back to the couch and watch the show alongside her.

You wake up to someone knocking on the door. You notice you and Red are asleep in each other's arms. The show has ended. Funny, you don't remember the ending at all.

You open the door and the friend you called is here. She checks Red's ankle and tells you what to do. You follow her every order and take notes. She's glad you called her because it could've been worse if you didn't.

You make dinner for three. It's decent. After dinner, you and your friend talk while Red isn't in the room.

"By the way, I'm staying here till the morning."

"Hah. No."

"Why are you rushing me??"

"You have work tomorrow!"

"Aww, you scared I'll catch you making out with her?"

"N-no! Idiot!" You blush.

Red interrupts. "It's fine, love, she can stay here."

"Yes! I win!!" Your friend lies on the couch.

You glare at her. "If it wasn't for my girlfriend's kindness, I'd kick you out."

"Sis, you're too cruel." Your friend unpacks her backpack.

Time passes and you tell Red you have to sleep. She gives you a goodnight kiss and you see your friend goofing around on your couch. You enter the bedroom, get on the bed, and drift to sleep.