jim street oneshots

luck & other afflictions [ ❥ ]

The Netflix credits begin to roll as you grab the last few bits from the kitchen. Tapping your foot impatiently against the tiles, you wait for the popcorn to finish up in the microwave while you call out to Street to tell him the movie's starting.

With a ding, the timer goes off and you grab the bag from the microwave just as Street's bedroom door squeaks open and you hear him pad down the hall towards you. You dump the popcorn into a bowl, binning the bag as you turn on your heel just in time to watch Street throw himself down on your recliner in the corner of the room.

"Hey!" All you're met with is a grin as you throw your hands up in protest and narrowly avoid showering the room in popcorn as you stand in the middle of the living room. "That's my seat, man!"

"And now it's not." He says, leaning up to take the bowl from you before you push his hand away and begrudgingly sit on the sofa as the movie plays on in front of you.

You can see him grinning at you out of the corner of your eye, and you look at him sharply before you hold the bowl aloft for him to take. "You're lucky that you're cute."

"Wait, you think I'm cute?" He says in mock surprise, knowing full well the answer as he smiles over at you even as you side-eye him.

"You have your moments."

"C'mere." He opens up his arms, and it takes little persuasion for you to cross the room and settle in his lap as he wraps is arms around you with a kiss to your cheek. "Let me give you a few more of those moments to make up for it."