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possessionguy · 3 months ago

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Fatso's Ghostly Escapade!

It has been a while since Fatso the big blue ghost has enjoyed himself with a delicious hunky fleshie to inhabit, and he has been itching to get back out there and have the time of his afterlife.

Usually, Fatso possesses a fleshie alongside his two brothers, Stinky and Stretch, however, this time Fatso went on his own outing so he could have some more privacy in whatever activities he had planned.

Fatso decided to fly out to the busy street of Hollywood Boulevard in Los Angeles, a place that is packed with fleshies all eager to see the sights of the city of angels and stars.

Fatso flies over the herds of fleshies invisible to not cause a scene, the big guy is looking for a certain kind of fleshie, a fleshie who is beefy, hunky, and would make any man stare.”Let’s see what I get today. This time I do NOT want the fat guy!” Fatso intends to take over the sexiest fleshie he can find so that he can become the talk of the town.

Fatso keeps on his search when he sees something that almost makes him reveal himself out of excitement, Fatso sees his next victim. The man is tall, dark, and handsome with bulging muscles and a face that can get anything he wants.

Fatso’s eyes pop out of his head as he ogles the fleshie up and down.”Ooh! Look what we have here… the man of my dreams! Hubba Hubba!” The man walks across the street wearing all gray and black with a leather jacket as he seems to be in a rush. The fleshie jumps into a cab as Fatso decides to join in on the ride.

Fatso sits next to his soon-to-be body in the backseat of the car as his fleshie gets comfortable and opens up his phone. Fatso thinks to himself, “Now why were you in a rush, you sexy slab of meat…”

Fatso peaks at the man’s phone as he opens up an app that is quite familiar with Fatso, the yellow app known as Grindr. Fatso scoffs, “Hahaha now THIS is what I am talking about! Fleshie you are PERFECT! I cannot wait to get my hands on you big guy!” Fatso is getting hornier and hornier as he thinks about squeezing inside this hunk of a man.

Fatso wants to see what his fleshie has in mind as he sees the fleshie messaging someone. The messages read; “Hey r u on ur way Brandon?” “Yup just got in the cab, can't wait till you see you” “Can't wait I'm waiting in bed”.

Fatso sees these messages, “Ohh I see fleshie… ‘Brandon’ is on his way to a hookup, well I hope there is room for a THIRD! Bahahaha” Fatso laughs to himself as the car shakes slightly from his large vibrating form.

Brandon gets to his destination as Fatso trails him, Brandon enters the apartment complex and gets rings to get inside. As Brandon walks in he seems to have to use the restroom so he runs over to the bathroom to relieve himself before he makes his way to his hookup’s room. “It's time to get this show on the road fleshie! Haha!” Fatso knows it's time to take over his fleshie as he prepares to take possession of Brandon.

Brandon gets into the bathroom and quickly takes a piss as he lets out a sigh and zips up, before he leaves the bathroom he makes sure he looks in the mirror. Brandon is checking himself out when he hears some noises coming from a closed stall. “What was that?” Brandon questions as he turns his head to a stall he knows was left open when he first walked in. The stall looks like it's shaking and rumbling causing Brandon to want to take a closer look. “Is someone there?” Brandon walks up to the stall and opens the door to see no one. “What the heck is going on?” All Brandon sees is an empty stall as he notices the toilet is vibrating, Brandon steps forward until he is standing above the toilet looking down into the bowl.

“Hey fleshie… turn around…”

Brandon whips his head up and quickly turns around with a confused look on his face as he sees a large pudgy ghost with piercing orange eyes looking directly at him almost completely blocking the stall door.

“WHAT THE FUCK?! What are you?!” Brandon shrieks

Fatso laughs and grins, “The name’s Fatso, and you caught my eye you sexy fleshie!” Brandon tries to run out of the stall but Fatso bounces Brandon back like a giant balloon which causes Brandon to stumble onto the toilet behind him.

“Oh Fleshie, why leave so soon, it's only the beginning of our fun escapade together, or should I say… MY fun escapade INSIDE you!” Fatso starts to move closer to Brandon.

Brandon looks up at Fatso while he scoots back as much as he can, “What do you want from me?! This can't be happening!” Brandon looks terrified as Fatso gets up close and personal with him, rubbing his ghostly belly against his knees as the chubby ghost gets eye-level with his prey. Fatso looks Brandon in the eyes, “Hehe Possession is 9/10s the law and you are ALL MINE!” Fatso charges back as Brandon goes wide-eyed. “NOW OPEN UP FOR FATSO!” Fatso flings forward towards Brandon as Fatso slams into Brandon’s crotch looking for his way in.

Brandon tries to get up but the immense force of Fatso keeps Brandon stuck on the toilet seat. Fatso phases through Brandon’s jeans and finds Brandon’s flaccid rod, “Ooooh! Why hello there big guy! Hehe, don't mind if I do!” Fatso begins to press against Brandon’s rod as his head slurps in. Brandon moans and chills from the sudden cold and rubbery feeling of Fatso entering into him. Brandon immediately freaks out and pulls down his pants to see Fatso slurping inside him, “AHHH GET OUT!” Fatso continues to laugh as he slowly sinks into Brandon’s rod which causes Brandon to go hard and feels Fatso enter into his stomach.

Brandon watches in horror as Fatso’s bulbous stomach slams into him, Brandon begins to push against against Fatso with his hands, “Get off of me!” Fatso starts to come back out of Brandon as Fatso groans slowly, “Awww come on Fleshie, let me in, I promise I will take great care of you!”

Fatso pops out of Brandon’s crotch as Fatso has a scolding look on his face, “You think are can keep me out fleshie, I’ll show you what it means to be taken over!” Brandon quickly gets up and makes a run out of the bathroom as Fatso flies forward and bodyslams into Brandon’s back causing Brandon to hit his head against the door and fall backward on his back. Brandon is in a daze as he opens his eyes and sees Fatso above him.

Fatso grins, “Thanks for making this easier for me fleshie, now open wide 'cause I’M COMING THROUGH!!!” Fatso dives down into Brandon’s mouth and he slams all his ghostly weight onto Brandon as his head and arms immediately go down into Brandon’s throat, “Now this is what I am TALKING ABOUT! Hahaha!”

Brandon cannot speak a word as he feels Fatso wiggle down his throat and feels Fatso begin to once again fill up his stomach. Fatso continues to flow into Brandon as his belly wiggles and squeezes slowly getting more and more of his ectoplasm down into his victim’s muscular body.

“GET READY FOR FATSO! BAHAHAHA!” Fatso laughs as Brandon groans in discomfort as he feels more and more of Fatso squeeze and rub against his insides. Fatso continues to squeeze and wiggle for a while until what is left is Fatso’s tail, “There we GO!” Fatso’s tail slurps into Brandon’s mouth and wiggles down his through with a popping sound.

Brandon’s eyes go wide as he immediately gets up off the floor now feeling extremely heavy and full since he is now carrying all of Fatso inside him. Brandon groans, “Ughhh I feel weird, please get out…” Fatso giggles in response, “Sorry fleshie but I am already getting VERY comfortable in my new home! You won’t mind if I stay for a while right?”

Brandon wobbles as he stands up and feels Fatso wiggling and moving in his body, he suddenly hears Fatso moan as he feels a lurch in his stomach and his body begins to move on its own. “Time for Fatso to take the reigns fleshie!” Fatso blurts out as Brandon’s body flails around the bathroom while both Fatso and Brandon groan and moan.

Brandon flings to his left and hits his stomach against the sink, “HEYYY there's precious cargo in here!” Brandon continues to shake uncontrollably as he feels Fatso move and expand in his body, almost like he is being put on like a suit. Brandon feels Fatso’s head squeeze into his own as he sighs, “Please don’t do this…” Fatso exclaims, “Don’t worry fleshie, Fatso is going to take GREAT care of you! Now let me take the driver’s seat for a while.” Fatso moans and lurches over as Brandon is gone and fatso is in control now.

Fatso walks up to the mirror in his new body examining himself and his sexy muscles and chiseled face, “Wow… never been in a fleshie this sexy before! This is going to be an amazing night!” Fatso gets a notification from the phone in his pocket and it reads, “Hey man what is taking so long, I'm ready to be fucked!” Fatso gets excited, “Ooh this is going to be fun!” Fatso walks out of the bathroom ready for his escapades.

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roosterforme · 6 months ago

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Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 28 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: As your school year fades into summer break, your wedding day approaches. Before your fourth graders move to fifth grade, you and Bradley invite the pen pals along for the big day.

Warnings: fluff, adult language, smut, Bradley being husband material, 18+

Length: 3400 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader

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That summer...

"The best part about our wedding venue is that it's free," you whispered. "The worst part is that we had to clean it ourselves."

"Agreed," Bradley replied with a groan.

You were exhausted, both physically and mentally, and now you were sprawled out mostly on top of Bradley on the living room couch which was too small even for him alone. His big hand was heavy where it rested on your back, and his voice was a deep rumble in his chest.

"But on Saturday, we'll be married. So it's worth it."

His words warmed you as you snuggled a little closer. Both of you could use a shower after the day you had, but you didn't even make it that far yet. As soon as you walked inside, this is where you ended up. You were expecting his stomach to start growling at any moment, and you were prepared to make some sandwiches when necessary.

"It was nice of Nat, Marty and Ruby to help us get things ready," you told him with a yawn.

In a shocking turn of events, Marty and Ruby got married over spring break in Las Vegas after going on just six dates. Actually, when you considered that they probably fell in love the day they met, it wasn't that shocking at all. People told you all the time they were surprised you were marrying Bradley a year after you blindly mailed a box to an unknown Naval aviator, but to you, it all felt exactly right.

"Marty was like a wizard with that scrub brush today. I don't think there's anything he can't do," Bradley said, mirroring your yawn with one of his own. "Are all of your kiddos coming on Saturday?"

"Mmm... most of them, yeah. And don't forget, you have to drive Edith up with you."

"I won't forget. She's a pretty integral part to our day, Gorgeous," he muttered, and sure enough his stomach began to rumble. "Damn, I was hoping I'd make it to the shower with you first." He gave your rear end a squeeze. "I haven't seen you naked since this morning."

You groaned and started to ease your body away from him and stood. "You'll see plenty of that when we're in Paris."

"I better," he replied, one eyebrow cocked as he examined you in your filthy old jeans and one of his ratty undershirts. "You look damn good, Mrs. Bradshaw. You'll need a new name tag for your classroom door when school starts in August."

Your fingers dragged through his wavy hair before tracing the scars on his cheek. "If I change my name." A little pout appeared on his lips, and you leaned down to kiss it away. "Come on and have a sandwich before we get cleaned up, Handsome."

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Bradley had much less responsibility on Saturday than you did. He had to put on his dress whites, fix his hair, and drive Edith up to Mira Mesa with him. You on the other hand left with Natasha first thing in the morning after demanding Bradley not even look at you. Apparently that was bad luck, but he'd already been watching you sleep peacefully when he woke around dawn before falling asleep again.

He wasn't exactly nervous about the wedding, but he was a little anxious. He wanted to get married and settle into things before your school year started. And before he left again for deployment. You always seemed to have more patience for his career than he did, but he wanted to be selfish and have some time at home while he was still a newlywed. And that didn't even account for the upcoming week in Paris.

While he was in the bathroom, running his fingers through his damp hair, Bradley examined his freshly shaven cheeks. Sometimes he forgot about his facial scars. You always looked at him like he was flawless, and now it rarely occurred to him to be overly self conscious about it. But they were there, and you had kissed all over them last night before bed while you teased him about what you wrote for your wedding vows.

He didn't bother to write his down. What would be the point in that? He could hardly ever shut up about how much he loved you, so he would just say what was on his mind when the time came. The ceremony was going to be quick anyway since Marty was officiating. Bradley could tell the reserved, older man only agreed to do it for the sake of friendship, and you told him he could keep it very short.

As he pulled his white uniform on, Bradley smiled, knowing he'd have you back in bed this evening before leaving insanely early to go to the airport in the morning. When be was all set, he grabbed the wedding bands from the dresser, and headed over to get Edith.

She was wearing a purple dress and had her sheet music with her, and Bradley realized that other than Nat, she was the closest thing to a family member that he would have with him today. "Thanks for coming up to Mira Mesa, Edith," he said, opening the passenger door of his Bronco for her.

She looked delighted. "It's my pleasure. I'm just so pleased you asked me to be there. And you look so handsome, Bradley. And very happy."

He was happy. So fucking happy. And that was the bottom line. He was too busy being happy to think about his scars or worry about reading his wedding vows from a piece of paper. He fell in love with you through notes, emails and letters, but today he was going off script.

"I am happy, Edith. Happier than I ever expected to be."

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"God, you look like a dream," Natasha gushed, fluffing out the bottom of your simple wedding dress before adjusting the straps along your shoulders. "Your makeup is beautiful, and your hair is perfect. Bradley is going to piss his pants when he sees you."

"Hopefully not while he's in his dress whites," you replied, making her crack up while she took a step back to inspect you one last time.

She planted her hands on her hips in her cute, green dress. "This is going to be the perfect wedding. A quick ceremony followed by spaghetti and meatballs catered from the best restaurant in San Diego. This is how everyone should get married."

"I told Marty the ceremony needs to be quick, because Bradley's stomach will growl the whole time otherwise. I don't like it when he has to go too long without eating," you murmured, looking down at the fabric that cascaded along your new shoes. When you looked up again, Natasha was leaning with one shoulder against the brick exterior of your elementary school and wiping tears from her eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she whispered, shaking her head and sniffing. "It's just that you get him. You understand him." She took a deep breath and added, "Bradley seems big and boisterous, but he's actually really sensitive. And he needs someone to look after him and make sure he eats enough. That's the kind of shit he needs. Not someone who is always mad at him for having feelings. He needs you, because you love him back as much as he loves you."

"Natasha," you gasped, reaching for her as tears stung your eyes. She had known Bradley for so many years, and her words made your heart swell with even more happiness. "I do love him. So much," you whispered as she squeezed you tight.

Then you heard the sound of a piano playing in the distance and knew you needed to start walking toward the playground. "Take care of him. And let him take care of you," Natasha said.

She wiped her tears on her sleeve as she gently guided you across the asphalt and handed you a bouquet of flowers. Your wedding vows were folded up into a paper airplane amongst the blooms that came from the florist Bradley used for your surprise bouquet when he was last deployed. Your heart beat a little faster as Natasha headed away from you and turned at the corner of the building, and then it was your turn to start walking.

The first thing you saw was the parking lot where Bradley's Bronco sat next to the Salvatore's catering van. Then the small, outdoor lunch pavilion came into view, which Ruby spent the morning decorating with fresh flowers, paper airplanes, and the fanciest disposable tableware you could find. Then you saw all of the kids from your class last year, and you smiled as they all waved and shouted your name.

But when you finally saw the playground equipment, Bradley was standing there in his dress whites surrounded by his friends and your friends and Maverick and Ruby. And his smile was so bright as you ran to him while Edith played the piano in the auditorium with all the windows open. It was a medley of love songs, but none of them compared to the love you felt when you were in Bradley's arms.

"Hey, Gorgeous," he whispered, scooping you up when you reached him, crushing the flowers between your body and his. "You look so pretty."

His dress whites were a bit scratchy against your skin, and this was the only time you'd seen him wearing them other than that one night last month that turned into some role playing after he tried them on. He always took your breath away. Since the first moment he wrote back to your letter, you just wanted more of him. You couldn't help but kiss him.

"Oh no!" Violet gasped. "You're supposed to do that at the end!"

Bradley laughed against your lips, and you turned your head to really take a good look at all the kids. They were all there with parents, some of whom had been at Career Day. And they were dressed up and looked adorable. You were going to miss them next year when they were in fifth grade.

"I promise we'll do it again at the end," Bradley laughed, his voice a deep rumble against your palm.

Then the piano music came to a stop, and Edith came shuffling outside as Marty introduced himself to everyone.

"I'm sure the kids all remember you, Marty," you assured him. "You were the coolest adult at Career Day."

"Hey," Bradley complained as he tried to straighten out your flowers.

"I meant second coolest adult at Career Day," you amended, and now both Marty and Bradley were smiling.

"Well, regardless, you told me to keep this quick," Marty said. You could already smell the spaghetti and knew for sure Bradley was hungry. "So quick it shall be." He cleared his throat and said, "I'm pretty sure I knew Lieutenant Bradshaw was in love before he knew it himself. I've overlapped with him on several deployments over the past eight years, and he always seemed a little bit lonely." You laced your fingers with Bradley's and leaned against his shoulder as Marty continued. "Until last year when he asked for my permission to take some photos and videos of me working on an engine rebuild. I told him I didn't mind, and then he divulged that it was for a fourth grade class back in California. My immediate assumption was that he was dating a teacher, but he told me he was just writing to some new pen pals. By the end of that long deployment, he told me he'd fallen for their teacher and couldn't wait to meet her."

"That's the absolute truth," Bradley murmured, his lips pressed to your forehead.

"We helped though," called Jayden, and you started laughing.

"That's also very true," Bradley confirmed. "Couldn't have pulled this off without all eighteen of you."

Marty shrugged. "That's pretty much all I have to say. It's so obvious that the two of you are made for each other. And I'm happy my friend isn't lonely anymore. Oh, and thanks for introducing me to Ruby." He blushed as he looked at his wife who then blew him a kiss. "Uh, so you can probably say some vows if you want to."

"Right," you agreed, handing your flowers to Bradley as you pulled the paper airplane from between two roses.

"Nice touch," he told you as you unfolded it, and he was all smiles when you looked up into his brown eyes.

"I learned from the best." You smoothed the page out in your hands. Your handwriting looked a little blurry as you realized there were tears in your eyes. After you read the few words you'd written from your heart, Bradley would do the same. And then you'd be married. You were almost dizzy with anticipation as you grinned up at him in his white hat which was slightly crooked now. "Bradley. You give me these butterflies in my tummy. All the time. From the very start. At first, I thought it was just a novelty. An extremely attractive man was taking time out of his day to humor me and my students? Butterflies galore." Bradley ducked his head and blushed, and when you reached up to touch his name tag, he met your gaze again. "But then I noticed a pattern. I felt them anytime I shamelessly thought about you. Whenever I reread your letters. When I refreshed my inbox hoping for a little note. When a box arrived for my class. Butterflies."

"Gorgeous," he whispered, cheeks still pink. "Baby, I was falling in love with you."

You laughed when he kissed your forehead again. "I was falling in love with you, too. But imagine my surprise when your deployment was ending and you asked me out. And then you made my students and I a priority the very first day you were back. And you've made me a priority ever since. Bradley, the butterflies don't stop, and I don't want them to."

He nodded. "I want you to have them forever. I promise I'll try to make that happen."

"I know you will," you whispered. "And I promise to dispose of all the spiders for you." He barked out a laugh. "And I will always say your name just to watch you melt a little bit. And I promise to talk aviation to you and always make sure you eat and always say I love you."

"Well, shit," he grunted, then his eyes went wide as he glanced at the kids and back to your face. "I mean, shoot. All of that sounds like everything I want." He cleared his throat, and you took your flowers back from his big hand. "I didn't actually write my vows down, because they are simple. They are never going to change. Sure, we got to know each other by writing and typing out our thoughts and feelings. And yeah, I still love getting a notification on my phone and reading what you sent to me. But nothing compares to hearing your voice. Nothing compares to how good I feel when I can tell you how much I love you in person."

"Bradley," you whispered, eyes and nose burning with unshed tears.

"I know, Gorgeous. It overwhelms me, too. You already have my heart. You own it. Everything I have to offer is yours. I just ask for three things in return." You pressed your lips together to keep from sobbing. "First, I'm so serious about the spiders, okay? If you see one, don't even tell me about it, just make it go away, alright?" You nodded and laughed through your tears. "Second, I need you onboard with movie nights on the little couch forever. I like that you end up laying on me because there's not enough room. I like staying in for the night with you."

"It's my favorite," you whispered. "Let's do it forever. What's number three?"

Bradley smiled and leaned a little closer. "Number three. I just need you to talk to me. However you can. Let me hear your voice. Email me. Text me or call me. Write me a letter or fill up a journal. Anything. All of it. I just need you to talk to me no matter where I am. I'm pretty sure that will get me through anything."

You were nodding in agreement as you thrust your bouquet at Marty and threw your arms around Bradley's neck. When your lips met his, you felt the butterflies. "I can do that," you promised before he kissed you harder.

You could hear your former fourth graders all cheering, and then Marty said, "I guess as far as I'm concerned, you're married."

You were wrapped up in Bradley's warm grasp as he kissed you until Natasha had to say, "There are children present!" When he finally pulled away, you watched his eyes grow wide.

"We forgot the wedding bands." He dug around in his pocket and pulled them out, slipping yours into place right away. "I want mine on, too. Been looking forward to wearing it for weeks."

"I know you have," you told him, lingering on the feel of his rough hand against yours as you slide it on. "It looks good on you. Now, I think it's time for you to have some spaghetti."

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Bradley moaned as he bit into a chocolate pastry that melted in his mouth. It was buttery and delicious, and about to be topped off by the cup of coffee in front of him. "I was wrong," he grunted.

You looked at him across the cafe table, tucked under the awning and out of the rain that landed on the cobblestone street ten feet away. "Wrong about what?" you asked, brow creased in concern.

He held out the pastry for you to nibble on as he said, "Paris isn't just the city of love and the city of sex. It's also the city of food."

You laughed and covered your mouth as you chewed. "You've had plenty of all three since we got here, Bradley."

"I sure have," he agreed, thinking about all the frilly French lingerie inside the shopping bag at your feet. "And I would really like to have some more of each."

"And here I was concerned you'd miss Thai dinners on the beach and the food at Salvatore's."

"Oh! I should talk to them about putting chocolate pastries on their menu."

"You would bug to go there every day."

"Nah," he said, taking a sip of the best coffee he'd ever had. "Not every day. Nothing beats hanging out on our couch. Now, how many of these should we take back to the hotel?" he asked, holding up the last bit of the snack before popping it into his mouth. He moaned as it melted away on his tongue. "I'm just going to go inside and have them pack up whatever they have left."

"We can come back tomorrow!" you said with a laugh. "We're in Paris for three more days, Bradley."

"I love the way you think, Baby," he replied with a nod. "We'll take a bunch back now, and then we'll come back tomorrow."

When you and he headed out into the rain, he kept you tucked against his side along with the box of pastries and the bag of lingerie while he held the umbrella.

"Looks like there's nothing much to do for the rest of the afternoon," you said casually. "Seems like a pretty good time for you to have more love and sex and food."

"Let's go, Mrs. Bradshaw. I think you have some things to try on for me."Thirty minutes later, all the lingerie you tried on was already removed again, but only after he'd taken some pictures. And now you and he were doing the same thing you'd done at least once per day since you checked into the hotel room which overlooked the Champs-Élysées and the Eiffel Tower beyond.

"Oh god," you moaned, on your hands and knees, naked on the bed. Bradley had his hands on your hips, holding you still so you could enjoy the view of the rainy city while he fucked you from behind. "It's so pretty here," you whined.

"Look at me, Baby," he coaxed, running his left hand complete with wedding band up along your back. He stroked your neck as you turned your head to show him your beautiful face and fucked out expression over your shoulder. "It's Gorgeous."

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He's such a dream. And he's living his best life! Please stay tuned for a poll and then the epilogue which will complete this series! Thanks for reading! And thank you @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 29

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luveline · 7 months ago

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for the fred x asf!reader, maybe something where one of his family members is like whispering about r or says something rude or backhanded and he sticks up for her? or if you don’t want to do his family, maybe a friend or something?

ty for requesting! fem, 1.7k

Sometimes you get so sick with everything that it makes you gag. It sounds insane, how can an illness that tires you force something like a gag? It might be more appropriate to attribute it to anxiety, but it’s overwhelming, whatever it is. You get this feeling like you’re totally lost in the middle of the day and all Fred can do is watch you as you scramble out of your seat for a bathroom.

You haven’t actually thrown up yet. You stand bent over the bathroom sink in the burrow and breathe. Your gag had been loud —it wouldn’t surprise you if everybody here tonight had heard it. Fred stands just outside the door, the bathroom too small to force his way in while you still stand at the sink.

“Lovely,” he says, without shame despite the tens of ears listening in, “can I come in?”

The basin is made of yellow and orange tile, peculiar as the rest of the burrow. The mirror is framed by the same colours. You meet your own eyes and don’t have it in you to scowl. You aren’t angry at being sick. You aren’t sorry for yourself. You’re just tired.

Fred says your name.

You scoot into the very corner of the bathroom and begin opening the door for him. He’s in as soon as you allow him to be, shimmying between the door and the toilet to close it behind him again. He takes a breath of relief when he finds you unhurt, but his concern doesn’t waver.

“You okay?” he asks.

Sometimes you wish Fred didn’t have to see you at all. Like this, like that, ever. You wish he never met you, because you know he’s beautiful inside and out, and he has to witness you at your constant lows. “Fine.”

“My mum’s making some peppermint tea, if you want some. It settles the stomach.”

“Maybe.”

“Is there something wrong?”

Beyond the usual? No. Everything is the same. Maybe that’s the problem. Maybe you’ll be in love with him forever without ever feeling enough, maybe he’ll keep looking at you like he is now, softly, the slightest air of defeat about him. There are wires crossed in your head you can’t fix, and he loves you, and sometimes it doesn’t make a bit of difference.

“Hey,” he says, “it’s okay.” Fred holds your arm by the elbow.

“I know. I don’t know what…”

Do you ever?

Fred doesn’t catch onto your dark mood. “That’s enough for today. We’ll go home, okay? Let me just say goodbye to mum, you can say bye to George. Or do we…”

“No. It’s okay, I’ll go and see him.”

“Okay.” He kisses your cheek.

Fred leaves first. By the time you’ve slipped between the toilet and the door back out into the hallway, he’s gone. Not even his scent lingers. You make your way back into the living room where you’d been before you started feeling sick, face angled down.

“You alright?” Charlie asks.

You raise your head to smile at him quickly. “I’m okay. Just not feeling well, sorry.”

“Going home?” George asks.

You bite your tongue and nod. George gathers your jumper where you’d shed it in a hot flush and quickly stands to be by your side.

“Let me walk you down to the garden.”

“Okay. Bye, Charlie. See you next week.”

“Feel better!” Charlie calls as you go.

You pull your jumper on and follow George out into the garden, where you meander. You’d say goodbye to Molly, only she’s so caring that it can make things worse. She’s more understanding of how you feel than you’d first expected, but she made boys like Fred and George, so it shouldn’t surprise you.

“What’s that about? The being sick?” George asks eventually.

“I wasn’t sick.”

“No?”

“No, it’s just kecking. I don’t really know what it is, honestly.”

George looks like Fred, but they’re not as identical as people think. Very occasionally you’ll spot him across the shop and think it’s your boyfriend for a few nanoseconds, but you could never mistake them for one another in good lighting. When George offers a hug, it doesn’t feel like Fred’s touch. You know the difference.

“Maybe it’s, like, a sign you need to chill out for a bit.”

“I’m always chilled out. Nobody expects anything from me. I never do anything.”

George pulls back with an arm still covering your shoulders, “Listen to the way you’re talking,” he says gently, “you need to be nice to yourself, even if it’s just until you feel better. You know? Something is clearly winding you up, and it doesn’t have to. You can tell me about it.”

It’s something, but it’s something he knows already. You hold your arm to his, struggling to explain, to want to. You wish you could go back to saying nothing; it was easier to be quiet.

George isn’t disappointed. He rubs your arm. “You can tell me whenever. Or not tell me. Don’t tell me anything, let’s just ditch Fred and go get cake.”

“I can’t ditch Fred.”

“Why?”

“I like him.”

“Ugh.” George puts his cheek to yours. “Whatever. You’ll pick the right twin eventually.”

Shouting echoes from the house. You and George look up at the same time, startled, the light mood of your joking quickly tanked. “Is that Fred?” you ask.

It’s definitely Fred. “I couldn’t care less what you think, Ronald, I’d be surprised if you could form intelligent thought–”

“Fred!” Molly shouts, “Boys, please, there’s no need for all the shouting!”

“If I were you I’d look at yourself carefully the next time you're tempted to open your fat gob–”

George laughs beside you. “Jesus, what’s Ron said?”

“I have no idea.” The twins argue with Ron every time they see him, so it could be anything. “Maybe he’s harping on Fred to cut his hair again.”

“Well, he should.”

“No way.” You picture your lovely boyfriend with short, short hair as everyone wants him to have and cringe. “No, thank you.”

“Just don’t talk about her, Ron! It’s really quite simple, even a half-wit like you could understand it if you tried, don’t even think about her–”

Your chest falls as you realise what it is that’s making all the fuss. At Fred’s shout, there’s an upheaval of sounds, Ron’s yelling, Molly’s, and Arthur’s quieter pleading for everybody to calm down. Fred says something you can’t hear, and then the door out into the garden is opening, and Fred huffs a breath as he makes his way down the path.

“Hey,” he says, forcing a smile when he sees you and George. “Ready to go?”

“What happened?” you ask.

“It’s nothing. Ron being Ron.”

“Did he say something?”

Fred looks between you and George with a frown. “He’s hardly capable of stringing four words together. But yes, he said something.” His frown deepens. “He’s just being a dick. It doesn’t matter.”

“Was it about me?”

Fred squints at you. “Could you be less perceptive?”

“No.”

He visually debates telling you what’s been said. George grabs your shoulder, half a hug as he says, “I can invoke a divine punishment.”

“It was nothing cruel, ghost.” Fred sighs. “He asked me why you act like that, and I– He doesn’t get it, okay? But that doesn’t mean you act wrong.”

“I see,” you say.

Fred watches your face. His own turns to heartbreak. “Listen, I’ll go back in there. I’ll kill him.”

“No, you won’t.”

“Of course I will.” Fred ducks his head a little to see you where you’ve shied away. “I will kill him.”

George snorts. “Me first. He’s such a fucking dolt of a boy.”

“No, it’s okay, I know I’m weird–”

“I’ll kill him–”

“Fred,” you interrupt. You take a moment to formulate what you’re saying, because it’s important, and because you constantly toe the same line, “I am weird. He doesn’t have to pretend I wasn’t just almost sick in the living room for no real reason–”

“It’s not about pretending, it’s that he thinks you do it on purpose.” Fred speaks with such severity that you immediately close your mouth. “I’ve seen you struggle for so long, it’s painful, ghost, and it’s worse for you, I know it is, and the insinuation that you’re choosing–”

“Fred,” you say, putting your hand to his chest. “It’s okay.”

“Well, it isn’t,” George says, “but yeah, it’s okay. I’m gonna make slugs come out of his nose.”

George kisses your cheek, a smacking joking thing that you bat away before he jogs back up the path to the house. Fred looks down at your hand on his chest, still frowning, but with a slowly relaxing brow.

“You can’t blame people for not getting it,” you say.

“Yes, I can.”

“You can’t.”

“Yes, I can. You are difficult to understand sometimes, lovely, but being difficult to understand does not mean you’re difficult to care about. Ron’s total lack of empathy is ridiculous. He should be better than that.”

“He just doesn’t get it,” you say, raising a hand to his chin to turn his head, and lifting your chin to kiss his cheek primly. “But I don’t need him to. Just need you.”

He grabs you in a hug before you can move away, his face pressed against yours. “How do you feel now?” he asks quietly. “Still poorly?”

“Yeah, a bit. George told me I need to chill out.”

“You do. That’s what we’re going home to do.”

Fred is so careful with you that it sort of hurts. Like, to have someone stand in front of you and to hold you without a second thought, to have never let you down, to grab you at the first sign of weakness and hold you together. You will never, ever feel like you deserve him. Maybe you don’t. But Fred doesn’t work on deserving, he just loves, lips soft on your temple as his hand scrunched into your side. “Don’t worry,” he says gently, fingers curling in and out against you, almost like a loving scratch, “you’ll feel better soon.”

#a special friend universe #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader

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cyber333angel · 11 months ago

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stepbro! rafe w innocent reader? like shes been teasing him all night in front of their parents and he finally has enough so he fucks her in the bathroom…<3

you had been teasing him the whole night, giving him quick pecks on the cheek whenever your parents looked away, bending over in front of him in your short shorts acting all innocent, but today you got the taste of your own medicine.

you and rafe were sitting beside each other at the dinner table, facing your parents while they were conversing. you decided to play with him for a little bit, slithering your hand to cup his thigh he flinches in his chair. your parents, a little concerned at the sudden action, ask him what’s wrong. rafe mutters out a quiet, “s’nothing.” and you giggle, seeing as you always find a way to tease him at dinner time. he continues eating but suddenly you feel a rough hand hitch up your skirt making you jolt. you feel him slide his hand higher up your thighs and prod at your cunt through your underwear, rafe slips two fingers into the side of your panties. you gasp and grip your fork firmly as he thrust his calloused fingers into your cunt. your parents see your distressed face looking down at your lap, “honey what’s wrong?” they ask and you remember to keep your composure. making up an excuse you say, “o-oh it’s just these cramps! my stomach just hurts a lot..” rafe slides his fingers out of you with a smirk, done toying with you he suggest something. “I know where the medicine is. i know some stuff is a little hard to find since you guys just moved in.” your mom nods at him, thankful for his “kindness” as he gets up from his seat, you glare at him tagging along into the hallway.

you end up in the bathroom with rafe, watching your face and half lidded eyes in the mirror in front of you as he fucks you from behind. he has his fingers in your mouth as your ass bounces off his pelvis. “just like that princess..shit.. got some fuckin nerve trying to get us caught..” wanting to make this fast, hes thrusting into you at a swift pace making your legs limp while you hold on to the cold sink. “hngh..!” you mewl through his fingers, finally getting your punishment for teasing him all day. “you like that huh? keep acting fucking reckless and see how much our parents will like their daughter playing with her big bro like this.” you quiver under him and stutter through his hand, “no! m’sorryy rafey I was just playing..! wont do it again..”

“yeah s’what i fucking thought pretty.. now be a good girl and cum f’me.” rafe takes both hands placing them on your waist, speeding up the pace you cream on his dick. “s-shit..” rafe pulls out, finishing on your back. still shaking from the orgasm, rafe cleans you up, sliding your skirt back down to your hips and fixing anything that looks out of place. the both of your return back the dinner table about 15 minutes later, your parents having a worried look on their faces. “what took the two of you so long?” rafe puts on a serious face, “oh I think I just mistook where the meditation was. we looked just about everywhere for it right?” he says looking at you, you nod staring down at the table.

#anon #rafe x reader <3 #obx smut #rafe cameron #rafe x black reader #outer banks #rafe outer banks #obx x reader

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nujeskz · 1 month ago

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Orphic - Hwang Hyunjin

Pairing: Hyunjin x designer!reader

Genre: Friends to lovers, mutual pining.

Synopsis: You and Hyunjin have always been inseparable—best friends, confidants, and, unknowingly, each other’s greatest longing. As a designer, he’s your muse, the canvas for every stitch, every fabric choice, every creation filled with the words you’re too afraid to say. But when years of silent yearning come to a breaking point one late night in your studio, a single kiss threatens to unravel everything—fear, hesitation, and the love that’s been woven between you all along.

warnings: no proofread, mutual pining, emotional tension, slight angst, hyunjin is reader's muse, kisses, let me know if I should add anything else! wc: 1.5k

Author's note: in honor of hyunjin's day! this is something i had in mind for a while, I hope you all like it ! And happy birthday to my bubu♡

Feedback, Reblogs, Likes are greatly appreciated!

The steady hum of your sewing machine fills the room, a rhythmic pulse that mirrors the quiet thrum of your heartbeat. Fabric scraps litter the floor, colorful remnants of your relentless creativity, while stray threads tangled around your ankles like whispers of unfinished ideas. You lean back in your chair, stretching your arms above your head, exhaustion creeping into your muscles. When your gaze flickers to the clock, it’s nearly midnight.

But that doesn’t stop you.

Without hesitation, you grab your phone, fingers moving with a familiar ease as you type out a message. You don't need to think about the number—you know by heart.

You’re threading a needle when your phone buzzes on the desk, vibrating against the sketchbooks piled high with unfinished designs. The soft glow of the screen reflects the name you’ve come to associate with both comfort and chaos: Hyunjin.

You don’t need to check the message. You already know what it says. He’s on his way, because you called him — like you always do. And he’ll come, because he always does.

A flutter stirs in your chest, one you've tried to suppress more times than you can count and you scold yourself for it. Hyunjin is your best friend, your canvas, your muse. He’s not yours to keep, no matter how much you wish otherwise.

The door swings open without a knock, and there he is, standing in your dimly lit space like he belongs here. His freshly buzzed hair is still damp from a shower, tiny droplets clinging to his skin. He’s wearing a hoodie two sizes too big, the sleeves swallowing his hands, paired with cargo jeans that sag lazily around his waist. He looks nothing like the sleek figure he becomes when draped in your creations—nothing like the version of him the world gets to see.

“What disaster am I modeling today?” he teases, collapsing onto your worn-out couch with a dramatic sigh, legs sprawled like he owns the place. You don’t mind; he’s been a fixture in your space for as long as you can remember, the living canvas to your creations.

You roll your eyes, tossing a cushion at him. “It’s not a disaster. And if you hate my designs so much, stop coming over.”

“I never said I hated them,” he grins, effortlessly catching the pillow. “I just like giving you a hard time.”

Your fingers curl against your sleeve as warmth creeps up your neck. You gesture to the clothing rack, where tonight's creation awaits. The piece you’ve made is bolder than usual — a fitted, asymmetrical jacket, intricate embroidery trailing along the back like poetry, paired with tailored trousers that hug the body just right.

Hyunjin whistles low, standing up to examine the outfit. He stretches, and for a fleeting second, the hem of his oversized hoodie lifts slightly, revealing a sliver of skin. Your pulse stutters.

“You made this for me?” he asks, voice laced with something unreadable.

“Of course,” you murmur, forcing yourself to look away, feigning interest in a stray thread on your sleeve. “Who else would I make it for?”

He disappears into the bathroom to change, and when he steps out, you forget how to breathe.

The sharp angles of his jawline stand out more with the buzzcut, and the clean lines of the outfit mold against him like it was meant for no one else. He’s like a living sculpture, every angle carefully carved, every movement fluid and precise. You’ve memorized his form over the years—his shoulders, the curve of his collarbone, the length of his limbs. But now, standing before you like this, he’s something more.

“Well?” he prompts, spinning around with a smug grin. “Do I look good, or do I look amazing?”

He looks stunning, as always, but it’s not just the clothes. It’s him — the way he carries himself, the way he looks at you like you’re the most interesting person in the room, even when you’re silently stitching for hours.

You swallow hard. “You look… perfect.”

⭑.ᐟ

It wasn’t always like this.

Hyunjin used to live in oversized shirts and beat-up sneakers, his hair long enough to tie back. He had no interest in fashion, claiming it was “too much effort” to care about what he wore. But then you started designing, and he started modeling, and bit by bit, you transformed him.

He let you mold him, shape him, change him.

His closet shifted from basic streetwear to an eclectic collection of pieces that screamed you. And somewhere along the way, your designs changed, too. The pieces you made for him became more daring, more intimate. Low-cut necklines, snug fits, fabrics that clung to his skin like a second layer of you. And not once did he refused.

You taught him how to carry himself differently, how the right clothes could alter his presence. You buzzed his hair on a whim one night, your fingers trembling as they skimmed his scalp. He trusted you completely, letting you shape him like clay, never once questioning why he was always your first call.

And now, when Hyunjin walks into a room, people notice. His presence is magnetic, drawing others in with effortless ease. You pretended it didn’t bother you when he came back with stories of girls slipping their numbers into his pockets. You smiled and nodded, ignoring the ache in your chest.

He never knew the truth — that every stitch, every fabric choice, every outfit was a love letter you were too afraid to write with words.

⭑.ᐟ

“Stand still,” you mutter, adjusting the sleeve of the jacket.

Hyunjin obeys, but you can feel his gaze on you, heavy and intense. You try to ignore it, focusing on the garment instead, but your hands are trembling, fingers brushing against his skin more than necessary.

“Why do I feel like a doll?” Hyunjin murmurs, voice softer now, laced with something unspoken.

“You are,” you reply absentmindedly, fingers brushing against his skin as you adjust the lapel. “My muse.”

His breath hitches, but you don’t notice — or you pretend not to.

Silence settles between you, thick and unyielding. You step into his space again, fingers smoothing down the fabric against his chest. Your brow furrowing in concentration. But Hyunjin… Hyunjin is watching you with something fragile, something raw.

“You’ve been acting weird lately,” he says, voice barely above a whisper, breaking the silence.

Your heart skips a beat. “What do you mean?”

He shrugs, shifting slightly. “I don’t know. You get all quiet when I get close to you. Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” you whisper, throat tight. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

He doesn’t look convinced, but he lets it drop, watching you with a softness that makes your chest ache.

You finish pinning the last adjustment, stepping back to admire your work. But Hyunjin doesn’t move.

He just looks at you. He watches the way your teeth graze your lower lip, the way your brow furrows when you’re deep in thought. And suddenly, he can’t do this anymore.

He’s loved you for years, silently, hopelessly. But standing here, with you so close, your hands on him, your voice calling him your muse like he’s something precious — it breaks him.

And then—

He moves.

His hands find your waist, tentative yet urgent, and before you can react, before you can stop this, he pulls you in and kisses you.

It’s sudden, messy, his lips pressing against yours with a desperation that steals the air from your lungs. Your eyes widen, body frozen in shock, and as quickly as it happens, Hyunjin pulls away, panic flashing across his face.

“I’m sorry,” he stammers, stepping away like he’s been burned. “I—I don’t know why I did that. I’ll go.”

He turns to leave, but you grab his wrist, heart pounding.

And without thinking—without hesitation—you pull him back. And this time, you kiss him.

This time, it’s slower, more certain. Your fingers curl around the fabric of his jacket, holding him close, grounding yourself in him. Hyunjin exhales against your lips, his hands tentative as they find your waist.

When you finally break apart, your foreheads rest together, breaths mingling in the quiet.

“I thought you’d be mad,” Hyunjin whispers.

A shakly laugh bubbles from your throat. “I’ve been in love with you forever, Hyun.”

His eyes widen. “What?”

“That’s why you’re my muse,” you confess, voice breaking. “I needed an excuse to keep you close.”

Hyunjin lets out a breathless laugh, shaking his head as he pulls you into his arms. “I thought it was one-sided.”

You shake your head, burying your face in his chest. “You idiot.”

And when he kisses you again, there’s no hesitation, no fear. Just love, stitched between the seams of every design, woven into every thread, waiting—patiently—to be unraveled.

That night, you don’t finish your adjustments. The blazer lies forgotten on the floor as Hyunjin pulls you onto the couch, cradling your face like you’re the most fragile, precious thing in the world.

And maybe you are — but so is he.

Your muse. Your best friend. Your love.

Yours. Finally.

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yuramour · 15 days ago

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꩜⋆ TAKE CARE — #23

pairing. alex albon x uni student!reader genre. kinda fluffy ig warnings. none? wc. 1k

a/n. this is my first f1 fic. ya'll be nice </3

Alex expected to find you tucked into bed fast asleep as he entered your bedroom- coming home late at night as had become the norm over the past few weeks with his messed up schedule. Instead, he was greeted with the sight of you hunched over your desk, typing away on your laptop, the blue light of the screen the only thing illuminating your face in the dark room. A blanket wrapped around your shoulders and a half-empty Red Bull on the desk.

He softly called your name, sighing as he realized you couldn’t hear him over your headphones, your eyes locked onto the screen in front of you. He set his bag down on the ground, making his way to stand behind you, his heart aching as he saw what was on your screen.

You were in your final year of university. For the past four years, you’d been working your ass off to get the degree that would help you in achieving your dream career. You were always a good student- your studies just came seemingly natural to you. You’d never struggled with your classes before, but this year, it was different.

For whatever reason, your classes this year were absolutely draining you. The assignments just kept piling on, and it made you feel like you were drowning in schoolwork. That on top of your actual job, and your relationship with Alex, you felt like you hardly had time to breathe.

And now, it was finals season. The worst part of every semester. You’d been sitting at your desk for at least twelve hours with minimal breaks, just trying to grind out your assignments before the deadline.

“Hey, baby?” Alex said as he stood behind you, still receiving no response as you typed away. He gently tapped your shoulder, causing you to practically jump out of your chair.

“Jesus christ, Alex!” You sighed, your hand resting on your chest over your beating heart as you removed your headphones with the other hand. You spun around in your chair to your boyfriend, who stood still with a concerned look on his face as he noticed the deep dark circles under your eyes. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“You’ve been sitting at that desk since I left this morning. Have you even eaten today? How many times have you even stood up? Your legs must be sore from sitting so long.”

“Come on, I ordered some Doordash earlier, and I’ve gotten up to use the bathroom a couple times.”

“That…barely counts.” Alex sighed as he took your hands in his own, his thumbs gently stroking your knuckles.

“I’m almost done with this project. I just need a couple more hours.” You practically mumbled as Alex’s concerned eyes bore into your face. He shook his head silently as he gently pulled you out of the chair, his arms wrapping around you as you stood- and he was right; your legs were sore from sitting for so long.

You let out a tired sigh into his neck as his hands rubbed your back in a soothing way. Something about the warmth of his arms around you and the comforting feeling of his warm hands on your back caused the tiredness to hit you all at once. You probably would have fallen asleep standing there if he hadn’t whispered,

“I’m worried about you.”

You pulled away from him slightly, just enough to meet his eyes. “Don’t be worried. I’m okay. It’s just school.”

“I know you’re okay- I just worry you don’t take care of yourself when I’m not here.”

His eyes mirrored the tiredness in your own, his schedule was just as hectic as yours, and yet here he was, worrying about you.

“The last thing I want is for you to worry about me while you’re at work. You have enough on your plate without stressing over whether or not I’ve eaten dinner or gotten enough steps today.”

He laughed lightly, his arms tightening around you as he pulled you back in, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I can’t help worrying about you. I think that’s kind of part of being a boyfriend.”

You hummed into his neck, breathing in the warm scent of his cologne. “I love you, Alex.”

Pulling away to meet your eyes again, he flashed you a grin, his hands giving your waist a squeeze before he leaned in to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “I love you, too.” His forehead resting against yours for a moment before fully pulling away from you, adjusting the blanket around your shoulder, wrapping it around you tightly. “But you need to go to sleep.”

You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t protest as he guided you to the bed, gently pushing you onto it before he pulled out a set of pajamas for you to change into.

“I’m gonna go take a shower. You better be asleep when I get out.”

Rolling your eyes with a smile, you waved him off to the bathroom. “Whatever you say.” He gave you a playful grin, rolling his eyes in turn before making his way to the bathroom. You changed into the pajamas he’d pulled out before crawling into bed, the dread of your final assignment slowly fading away as you settled into the warm blankets, sleep quickly taking over.

Alex was worried that when he entered the bedroom after his shower, you’d be back at your desk, working tirelessly on that stupid assignment. But when he entered the room again, a soft smile crept onto his face as he was greeted with the sight of you tucked into the warm blankets, fast asleep. Your mouth slightly open as you breathed deeply.

Alex crept around to the other side of the bed, sliding into the covers as slowly as he could, not wanting to risk waking you as he settled in. He scooched as close to you as he could, and like a magnet, your body unconsciously settled into his. Even in sleep, you wanted to be as close to him as possible.

Alex wrapped his arms around you gently, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head as it rested against his chest.

“I love you.” He whispered into your hair. Even though you couldn’t hear it, and even though you already knew, he said it anyway.

He drifted off into sleep soon after, his arms still wrapped around you, your head still on his chest.

#f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 fic #formula 1 imagine #alex albon x reader #alex albon fanfic #alex albon fic #alex albon imagine

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storiesforallfandoms · 1 year ago

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i need someone older ~ william afton;five nights at freddy's

word count: 3794

request?: no

description: after a bad breakup, she finds herself becoming more and more attracted to her much older boss

pairing: william afton x female!reader

warnings: swearing, age gap (reader is mid 20s, afton is 50s), power imbalance technically (but it's fine), bit of an au (so he doesn't unalive anyone in this one)

masterlist (one, two, three)

I stormed into work, really pushing it for time. I had slept past my alarm and was incredibly reluctant to get out of bed. After the night I had, the last thing I wanted was to work eight hours in a children's restaurant, with screaming kids and the animatronics playing the same three songs all day. But I needed the money, and hopefully a distraction.

"Whoa, who pissed in your Cheerios this morning?" my coworker, Adam, asked.

"Fuck off," I muttered. "I gotta go change into my uniform. Can you punch me in so I'm not late?"

"Yeah. Be quick, though. Afton's here."

I rolled my eyes. "He doesn't even know our names. He's not going to know I'm supposed to be on the clock."

I changed as quickly as I could while having limited space in a tiny bathroom stall. I stuffed my clothes into my backpack and did a quick double check in the mirror to make sure I was work appropriate. I wasn't paying enough attention as I stepped out of the bathroom and managed to literally run into someone who was walking past. I cursed under my breath as I looked up and came face to face with the fucking owner of Freddy Fazbear's.

As if this day couldn't get any worse.

"|'m so sorry, Mr. Afton," I said.

"Don't worry about it," he said. "Where's the fire, though? You seem like you're in a hurry."

How do I answer this without getting in shit? "I'm just, uh...trying not to be late. I had to change, and bring my bag to my locker."

William looked down at his watch. I felt my heart starting to pound.

"Cutting it a little close there," he commented.

"I know."

My grip on my bag had tightened as I braced for the worst. I had never met William before. Despite owning the restaurant, he was rarely ever around. Whenever he was, he was usually tucked away in his office for most of the day and only ever spoke with our manager. Due to this, I didn't know if he would be a hard ass who was about to write me up for running late. After the events of the previous night, I didn't think I'd be able to take getting reprimanded today.

He took me by surprise when he smiled and said, "Just don't let it happen again, okay?"

I nodded, unable to form any words, and scurried around him to the lockers.

Adam looked at me when I finally returned to the floor. "What took you so long?"

"I ran into Afton," I responded.

His eyes widened. "Did he give you shit?"

"Luckily no. Just told me not to let it happen again."

"I warned you that he was here."

I flipped Adam off when I was sure none of the kids could see me.

As if my day couldn't get any worse, my manager came to tell me that I was stationed on the prize counter for the day. The prize counter was probably the worst part of the restaurant. There was never any downtime at the counter. Either there was rowdy children hopped up on candy and pizza screaming about wanting toys they didn't have enough tickets for, or there were tired parents wanting to buy tokens for the arcade games while their rowdy kids were nearby screaming. Not to mention it was right next to the main stage, so the sound of screaming children was only matched by the sound of pre-recorded music coming from the animatronics' speakers. And to top it all off, the closing duties for the prize counter took longer than any other section of the restaurant.

It was the worst section to work, and I already wanted to leave just knowing that was my station for the day.

The only plus side was that being kept busy made the day fly by. But the usual craziness of Freddy Fazbear's was extra unbearable to a point where I felt myself on the edge of tears numerous times. I knew it was going to be a bad idea for me to be at work, and I was really regretting coming in.

I let out a sigh of relief as the last family finally left and the animatronics finally powered down. Adam laughed at me as I put my head down on the cool glass that held the prizes. "You're giving yourself more work to do."

I looked at the smudge I had left on the glass before glaring up at him. "I don't think my one smudge is making things any worse."

"Okay seriously, what is up with you? You've been grumpy all day."

I sighed and shook my head. "I had a bad night."

"Do you want me to help you close up so you can get out of here sooner?"

I gave him a look. "We both know you don't actually want that."

"But I'd do it to help you."

"I appreciate it, but I'll be fine. My annoyance and desire to leave will make me work faster."

Adam didn't fight me on it anymore. He said goodnight and clocked out. Once I heard the front door close and lock, I immediately got to work with cleaning. That was the easiest part as all I had to do was clean the glass of the prize case and pick up the discarded tickets from the floor. When I finished that, I started counting the cash in order to close it off. That was supposed to be another easy task, but my mind being anywhere but the task at hand made it so much harder.

Restocking the prizes was the hardest part. I had been on my own for nearly an hour, and I was both mentally and physically exhausted, so I was trying to rush out of there but found myself fumbling a little extra. I was trying to dump a box of tiny soldier toys into their respective bin when the box slipped from my hands and landed on its side, the toys scattering all over the floor.

It was my breaking point. Everything finally came crashing down around me and the flood gates finally opened. I lowered myself to the floor, sitting with my back against the counter. I buried my head into my hands and began to sob.

"Seems like a bit of a strong reaction to dropping some toys."

I jumped and looked towards where the voice had come from. I was sure I was the only one left in the restaurant, everyone else having left while I was doing my closing duties. Even my manager had left, giving me the keys and the code to the security system. But, turns out, I was wrong, because there was William Afton leaning over the counter to look down at me.

I quickly scrambled to my feet, wiping the tears from my face. "S-Sorry Mr. Afton. I-I didn't realize - "

"Hey, it's okay," he said, cutting me off and speaking in a soft voice. "What's going on? You seem stressed."

"It's...personal things. I shouldn't have let it interfere with my work."

"Fuck the professional shit for a second here. Forget I'm your boss, forget we're on the clock. If there's anything going on that you want to talk about, I'm all ears."

I leaned against the counter across from him. "It's stupid."

"You're crying, so I don't think it's that stupid."

I sighed. "My boyfriend broke up with me last night, after admitting he's been cheating on me for the last three months."

William whistled in response. "That's tough."

I nodded. "It just...came out of nowhere. We've been together for three years, moved in together last year. There was no signs that anything was wrong. I didn't even suspect that he was cheating. He came home last night and suddenly told me everything. Packed a bag and went to his...I guess...girlfriend's house. Told me he'd be back at some point this week to get his stuff."

Tears were stinging my eyes again. I looked away so William wouldn't see me cry anymore. Upon looking down, I realized my bare arms were on the glass of the prize counter, leaving smudges again. I cursed under my breath and turned to grab the cleaner again.

"Here, let me," William said, reaching for the cleaner. "You pick up the toy soldiers and I'll help restock the prizes once I finish this."

I was a little shocked, but definitely was not about to argue over getting help. We worked much quicker as a team and, finally, I was able to clock out to leave. I stood by as William set the security system and locked the gates.

"Thank you for helping me," I said.

"You don't have to thank me," he said. "It seemed you needed help, and I wasn't about to let one of my employees struggle while I was on the property." I smiled at him and started for my car. "For what it's worth - " I paused and turned back to him. " - your ex-boyfriend is a fucking idiot. You seem like a great woman. Don't beat yourself up over him."

He smiled and turned to walk towards his own car. I watched him go, surprised by what he said. Even through the cold night air, I could feel my face burning.

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William was around more after that. Not just in his office, but he was actually out on the floor. Everyone was noticing his increased presence, but I found myself noticing it in a different way. Whenever William was near, my eyes were practically glued to him. I found it difficult to concentrate whenever he was around. Luckily, everyone else was so distracted by his presence that they didn't notice how useless I had become.

It was wrong. I knew that. Having a crush on a coworker was bad enough, but a crush on your boss was a whole other level of bad. Especially when your boss is so much older. I had no idea whether or not he was even married or had kids for God's sake!

But every time I saw him, I couldn't stop my heart from racing. I wanted him in a way I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't stop myself.

During one of my shifts, I was put on the serving section. Serving was easy enough - take orders, bring food, check on tables. The hardest part was trying not to trip over a child running past while carrying a whole pizza on a hot tray. Most of us had learned the art of scanning the area before we walked, but sometimes you just don't notice quick enough and end up surprised by one of those little fuckers.

One of the cooks passed a pizza through the pass to me and told me the table number. I took the tray and balanced it against my shoulder, something I found was the easiest way to balance the bigger trays. The restaurant wasn't too busy, but there were still enough kids running around that I took in my surroundings before I started to walk. I was making a mental note about two kids who were stood by the stage, dancing to the song that Freddy was "singing", and didn't notice another kid who was racing from one of the playrooms in front of me. I stopped suddenly, just short of running into him, but found myself losing my balance after he ran past.

I felt two hands grab hold of my waist, holding me upright and saving me from a very embarrassing scene. When I turned to thank my savior, I came to face the blue eyes I had been trying to desperately to avoid today.

"That could've been a disaster," William said, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Th-thank you," I managed to stutter out. I could still feel the heat of his hands against my waist, like they were burning through the clothes and searing my skin. I almost forgot the heavy tray of pizza I was carrying in that moment.

When he let me go, his eyes still trained on me, I quickly turned and hurried to my table. I tried not to seem so flustered, but I knew I had failed. I stuttered through every sentence before finally dismissing myself to the prize counter where one of my other coworkers, Beth, was snickering to herself.

"What was that about?" she asked.

"Don't ask," I responded.

"Oh, I'm asking. Are you all hot and bothered for Afton?!"

"Shh!" I snapped, looking over my shoulder to make sure no one had heard. Not like anyone would over the usual noise of the restaurant.

"Oh, you so are!" she said. "Holy shit, (Y/N), you know that's bad news right? He's literally our boss."

"I know he is. I'm not stupid. But...I can't help it!"

"At least he would be more of a gentleman than that small dick asshole you call your ex." She looked over her shoulder as the front door to the pizzeria opened. When she looked back, her eyes were wide. "Speak of the devil."

I looked over to see none other than the small dick asshole himself, Josh, walking in. I wished I could disappear into the floor and never be seen again. I tried to turn and walk away before he spotted me, but no luck.

"(Y/N)!"

I groaned and turned back to him. "What do you want, Josh?"

"I was just over getting the last of my stuff - "

"Awesome, I do not care. If you've come to give me your key back, you could've just left it on the dining room table."

"No, I came to say that I couldn't find my Springsteen album."

I furrowed my eyebrows and crossed my arms. "So you came all this way to...what? Ask me what I did with it? I have no idea, Josh, I threw everything that was yours into boxes and garbage bags. If it's not in there, you might've left it in your car or at your new girlfriend's house."

"It's not any of those places." I wasn't sure if I should've been hurt about the fact that he wasn't addressing my last comment directly, but I definitely was a little bit.

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"I wanted to see when you were going to be off work and maybe I could come by to look for it with you."

I scoffed. "Are you serious right now? Josh, I don't know what the fuck happened to your album, but you're sure as hell not coming over to the house. That is not your place anymore, and you're very much not welcome there."

"Why can't we be adults about this?"

"You lost the right to being adult about this the second you decided to cheat on me! And how dare you say that shit, but then come down to my place of work to try and, what, harass me into letting you back into my home? We're over, Josh. I don't ever want to see you again. If I find any of your shit left at the house, I'll drop it in the trash."

"What seems to be the problem here?"

I suppressed the urge to groan again. As if things couldn't get any more complicated.

"No problem, Mr. Afton," I said, turning to face William with the best, innocent smile I could muster. "Just an...unwelcome guest."

William looked at me for a moment before letting his eyes wander to Josh. I didn't have to say much else for him to recognize who the "unwelcome guest" was and I could see anger in his eyes.

"Well, time to get back to work, (Y/N)," he said to me. "Your customers are waiting."

I nodded and ducked away from the situation. As I walked away, Josh called after me, "That's fine, I'll be waiting for you to get off! We can talk more then!"

"Like hell you will."

A collective gasp from the parents and Beth cause me to spin around to see William had grabbed hold of the collar of Josh's shirt. William was easily a head taller than Josh, so even if the act wasn't meant to be intimidating, he definitely looked intimidating. I don't think I've ever seen such fear on Josh's face. William turned Josh around and basically dragged him towards the front door.

"If I see you back here, I will have your ass arrested," he said as he threw Josh out of the restaurant. "Are we clear, punk?"

He didn't wait for a response as he pulled the door shut. I could see Josh standing there, a mixture of fear and confusion on his face. William re-entered the main area, still looking angry, but tried to put on his best customer service smile as he addressed his new crowd. "Sorry everyone. Just an unruly customer. Sorry for any trouble."

To me he added, "Come see me in my office, please."

Beth and I exchanged a look before I followed William towards his office. I was so sure he was going to get upset with me. Not only had I brought my personal shit to the restaurant (even though that wasn't my fault), but it had also resulted in a not so great scene in front of the customers. People get to talking, and I was sure that this story was going to be spread through town before the night was out.

The moment I stepped into his office, I set in on the apologies. "Mr. Afton, I'm so sorry about that. I had no idea he was coming. I've been trying to avoid him while he's moving his stuff out and I guess he was getting tired of that or wanted to poke me one last time or something - "

"Did he hurt you?"

I paused my rambling to look up at him. All anger was gone from his face and had instead been replaced by concern.

"What?" I asked.

"Did he do anything to you just then?"

I shrugged. "Not physically. He was definitely still trying to mess with me mentally, though."

William nodded. "Well, he's not welcome on the property anymore. If you see him, you have my full permission to contact the police immediately."

"I...I don't think that's entirely necessary."

"I don't mean to sound like an old man or anything, but I've met plenty of assholes like your ex, (Y/N). You give them an inch and they take a mile. If you don't deal with this now, he will continue to come back and harass you. I don't want that for you. You don't deserve that."

I opened my mouth to say something else, but nothing came out. I was realizing how close we were now. We were mere inches away from one another. If I wanted to, I could just reach out and touch him right now; grab him. I could've kissed him right then and there if I really wanted to. Who would've known?

As if reading my mind, William suddenly reached out and cupped my face. Before I could comprehend what was happening, his lips were on mine. It was kind of ironic, the fact that I had just been thinking about doing this exact thing, but now that it was happening it was like my brain wasn't sure how to comprehend the situation.

William pulled away just as quickly as he had initiated the kiss. He backed away from me, suddenly worried. "I'm so sorry. I...I don't know what came over me. I shouldn't have done that."

In response, I pretty well threw myself at him. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him with such force that it pushed him back into his desk. He positioned himself so that he was sat on his desk and basically pulled me into his lap. It was risky, anyone could've come by and caught us, but something about that just made the experience so much better; so much hotter.

William pulled away first again. I tried to chase his lips with mine, but he pushed me back, chuckling at my eagerness.

"Hold on," he said. "There's some things we have to discuss before this goes any further."

"Please don't tell me you're married," I said.

He laughed. "No, I'm not married. Divorced with a 10 year old daughter. That was the first thing I wanted to discuss, in case single dad is a dealbreaker."

"Very much not a dealbreaker."

"So...the age thing is also not a dealbreaker then?"

I shook my head. "If anything, I think that makes it kinda hotter."

A grin spread on his face. "Okay, I'll keep that in mind. But there is the big issue of the fact that I'm your boss."

It felt like I had been shoved off of cloud nine and come crashing down to earth. For a moment, I had forgotten that part. He was right, that was the biggest issue here. Kind of hard to get around it unless I ended up quitting, which I really did not want to do. It was nearly impossible to find a good paying job these days, and I needed this now more than ever since Josh wasn't going to be splitting rent with me anymore.

I climbed off of William's lap and stood across from him. "I guess...that is a big issue, huh?"

"I just don't want you to feel pressured into anything, and I don't want anyone to look at you any different because you're dating the boss."

I raised a playful eyebrow at him. "You jumped to dating pretty quickly there."

His smile was a little more bashful. "What can I say? I'm old school. I don't believe in hooking up or anything like that. If there's anything going on here, I want you to be able to classify it as a relationship."

In that moment, I found myself wondering why I hadn't always dated older men. I had wasted so much of my time on guys my age when I could've been dating someone who was actually a gentleman and cared about me and my feelings.

"Why don't we see where things go with this, and then we can tackle that big elephant in the room?" I asked.

"I think I can agree to that."

I took a step closer and said, "I really want to kiss you again, though."

He laughed and met me halfway, standing from his desk and taking my face in his hands again. When he kissed me, I felt like I was flying right back on to cloud nine.

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tpwk-formula1 · 7 months ago

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Charles Leclerc + Sicilian Crust + Red Sauce + Broccoli + Shallots + Diet Pepsi + Red bull 🙏🏻🤩

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

sicilian crust dating red sauce rough sex broccoli "Made just for me huh?" shallots "I love marking you up. Let everyone know I own you" diet pepsi biting red bull hickeys dessert no served by Charles Leclerc

AN - Okay so for today I'm gonna be focusing on shorter requests so the next few posts from me will probably be less than 1,000 words!

TW - VERY short and sweet! unprotected sex, hickeys, biting, creampie

WC 450+

Y/N POV

"Made just for me huh?" Charles questions with a smirk as he has slid completely into my pussy giving me no time to adjust given I no longer need him to. Over the past several years of Charles and I dating he has managed to stretch me out perfectly to take all of his cock.

"Charlie, s'good," I moan when he starts thrusting his cock deep into my soaked pussy.

"God, I love the way you clench around me," Charles groans speeding his actions up slightly.

While Charles continues to fuck into my pussy he leans down and starts placing soft kisses along my collarbones before I feel his teeth start to nip at my skin. The nips started out soft not leaving a mark behind but as Charles got more into the moment the nips turned more aggressive as Charles started full-on biting my skin making me moan.

"Oh fuck," I moan when I feel Charles's teeth sink into a particularly sensitive part of my skin.

"More," I gasped when Charles pulled away slightly.

Charles listened to my request and brought his mouth back down to my neck where he moved his focus from bite marks to leaving little hickeys along my pale skin.

"Fuck," I gasp when Charles sucks a hickey into the sweet spot under my ear.

"Charles, I'm gonna cum," I moan out when I feel Charles's thrusting pick up in pace.

Charles's mouth never once leaves my neck but he does move his hand between our bodies and starts teasing my clit helping me over the edge and into a powerful orgasm.

"Oh fuck," I scream out as he continues to tease my clit helping me ride my powerful orgasm out.

"I love marking you up. Let everyone know I own you," Charles grunts and he leans back to take in my neck which is now littered with bite marks and hickeys.

"Fuck," Charles moans while his hips lose rhythm slightly before he sends one last harsh thrust deep into my pussy and fills me up with his cum.

"Fuck, you look so pretty like this Amour," Charles grunts as he slowly slips out of my pussy letting his cum leak out of me.

"So good Charles," I gasp as he falls into bed right next to me. Charles pulled me in for a little cuddle before the both of us had to get out of bed and actually get ready for the dinner we had with some friends.

"Charles, now how am I gonna cover this shit," I ask loudly when I look into the mirror and skin my entire neck scattered with little love bites.

"You don't," Charles said with a smirk making my face fall into a disgusted look just thinking about his friends seeing this.

"I am," I reply softly placing a kiss on his lips before turning back to the bathroom mirror.

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leighsartworks216 · 7 months ago

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The Best Medicine

Zayne x gn!Reader

It's almost 1am. I think working on these fics is just gonna keep getting later and later until it circles back around to a reasonable time. Not proofread even a little bit.

Not explicitly mentioned, but this is a fic dealing with chronic pain, based around my own chronic joint pain, which flared up multiple times while working on this. Zayne would be so upset with me lol

Warnings: chronic pain, descriptions of pain, kissing, fluff

Word Count: 1,576

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AO3

You listen silently as the front door opens and closes with a click. The jangle of keys as they’re neatly hung up on the nearby wall hooks. The rustle of fabric as he takes off his coat.

Dress shoes are replaced with slippers that pad softly through the house to the bedroom. You’re already looking at the door when he pokes his head in.

“Have you eaten anything today?” Zayne asks as he comes to your side. He sits down slowly on the edge of the bed, being careful not to touch you. He’s got that familiar frown on his face, the one he gets when he’s concerned about your health. It warms your heart.

“Not much,” you admit. “Just a couple snacks. I couldn’t stand for long today.”

He hums in understanding. To his mind, the worst kind of patient was one that could not be so easily treated. As if your heart didn’t weigh heavily enough on his mind…

You suppress a wince as you slip a hand out of the blanket to touch his cheek. He holds it lightly for a moment, before setting it back to rest on the bed. “You don’t have to have that look on your face, you know. We’re not in the hospital right now.”

“I always worry for your health, regardless of where we are.” With the threshold of touch crossed, he doesn’t hesitate for long before brushing your hair out of your face. His fingers are cool to the touch as they skim your forehead, tucking longer strands behind your ear. “Have you taken anything for the pain yet?”

You look down at his tie, loosened around his neck. He sighs.

“And you don’t want me to worry, even though you have a relentless habit of ignoring your health?”

“I thought…” You sigh. You know it sounds stupid; it always does. There’s no logic behind it. “I thought I could power through it this time. It wasn’t so bad this morning.”

He sighs, but the exasperation drifts on an undercurrent of fondness. “It may not have been as bad right now if you’d taken your medication sooner.”

He gets up from the bed and goes into the bathroom. You can see his reflection in the mirror from this angle, until he opens it in search of medicine for you to take. It reflects your pitiful state for a time. Reduced to rotting away in bed all day, barely able to move without risking pain. On days like these, days when your body betrayed you, dangling your success at becoming a Hunter and fighting Wanderers right before your eyes, just out of reach, it was easy to lose yourself to the cruelty of your mind. It always found its way back to the forefront of your thoughts, whether you listened to music, watched a show or movie, or risked moving to scroll through messages.

The mirror cabinet shut, reflecting once more the calm face of your partner, and it felt easier to remember that one bad day did not undo the progress of a lifelong dream.

He returned with a small pill bottle in hand, none the wiser to your plight. Setting the bottle on the nightstand, he worked with you to slowly, as carefully as possible, help you sit up. You purposefully leaned forward to rest against him, but he didn’t push you away, despite the inconvenience. He did his best not to jostle you, listening for any noise of discomfort, as he retrieved the bottle and poured two pills into his hand. When you open your mouth for them, he chuckles, and deposits them onto your tongue.

The cup on your nightstand had been placed there this morning by your darling doctor. It’s still almost full when he picks it up and brings it to your lips. “You were supposed to drink all of this,” he lightly scolds.

Speaking through the pills in your mouth, you tease, “I was rationing.”

He doesn’t speak while he helps you drink. One hand rests at the back of your neck, supporting your head as it tips back. The other slowly tilts the cup, until you tap his knee to know you have enough water to take the pills. His thumb strokes the base of your skull as you focus on swallowing, prepared to assist if you can’t get them down in one try.

As soon as you’re done, he dryly retorts, “Rationing for how long? At that rate, you could make this one cup last a month.”

Your snicker puts him at ease.

He sets the glass down as he speaks. “You should try to get some rest. I’ll make dinner, and wake you when it’s finished.”

“Wait!” You grab his wrist when he starts laying you back down. The movement sends bolts of electricity up your arm. It feels like someone has tangled wires within the marrow of your bones and hooked each end up to a car battery. You let go immediately, but the aftershocks continue to linger.

“Relax,” he soothes. He rests you back against him. “Just breathe. It’ll pass soon.”

You press your nose to his collar as you do as he says. The first breaths come out as a hiss between clenched teeth, shaky and shallow. Like a struck cymbal, the pain gradually recedes until where once was a stabbing sting, there’s only a dull ache. Your breaths even out just the same, working to become deeper and more stable. You don’t have to look to know Zayne would have that sad, sympathetic look on his face, unable to do more than hold you and wait.

“That,” you manage a strained laugh, lacking mirth, “wasn’t my best move.”

Zayne makes a sound of agreement, but holds back from chastising you for it. You’d certainly learned your lesson already.

“I was going to say, let me stay on the couch while you cook.” You lift your head to look at him, smiling. “I haven’t seen you since this morning. I had all day to rest, I’d rather spend time near you.”

He frowned. “You barely moved a second ago and were in excruciating pain. How do you expect to make it as far as the door, let alone the couch, without exacerbating things?”

“Easy! You carry me to the couch.”

“As if that’s much better.”

“Please.” Your smile falls to a pleading earnestness, eyes wide and brow furrowed. “I just want to spend time with you.”

He stares at you for a moment, contemplating. There’s frustration in his voice now. “Either I carry you and risk your pain flaring up, or I don’t and you stubbornly make the trip yourself while my back is turned. Do you always have to tie my hands when it comes to your health?”

“Do you really want an answer to that?”

“No, I already know what you’d say.” He sighs, but relents. “Slowly. I don’t want to make things worse.”

It takes several minutes and a lot of careful maneuvering until you were in his arms, being carried like rescued royalty and not like a chronically in-pain partner who just pestered their doctor boyfriend to bring them to the couch. There were some twinges here and there, mainly in your knees and arms, from the way he carried you and the way you held on, but it was only a few degrees worse than baseline, nothing like the pain from before.

He moves steadily, focusing intently on where he’s going and not hurting you. Before long, you’re laying on the couch, covered in a soft knitted blanket and beaming up at the man before you. He tries not to appear flustered by the attention.

“I’ll get you some more water. Do you need anything else?”

“Just one more thing.”

“What is it?”

Your whole body seems to light up with mischief. “A kiss.”

He smiles as he leans down, supporting himself against the arm and back of the couch. You instinctively close your eyes. And open them a second later to glare at him when he just kisses your forehead. The disgruntled noise you make makes him laugh.

“On the lips, doctor,” you tease. “It’s much more potent that way.”

“Really?” He chuckles, breath fanning your face from the proximity. “Did you read that on the internet?”

You roll your eyes. “This is basic medical knowledge! Everyone knows the healing properties of a good kiss.”

“Then I suppose I should ensure my patient makes a speedy recovery.”

You’re still grinning like a fool when he presses a kiss to your lips, and delighted when he doesn’t pull away immediately. Instead, he takes his sweet time, slowly working to part your lips with his own. He tilts his head, nose brushing your cheek, to indulge in you like the sweet candy he handed out after your check ups. It could have been minutes or hours, when he eventually pulls away. The breath he takes in makes your heart skip several beats. You lean up, hoping to catch it, but come up woefully empty.

You open your eyes, and he’s grinning down at you, a bit smug at seeing the effect he has on you.

“What would you like for dinner?” he asks at a near whisper, voice soft and ever so slightly raspy, full of love. You have to take a second to remember what food tastes like, when all you can think of is how sweet he is.

#fanfic #fanfiction #zayne #zayne x reader #love and deepspace zayne #love and deepspace #fluff #chronic pain #gn reader #x gn reader #gender neutral reader #x gender neutral reader

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theblessedcap · 6 months ago

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A Weekend to Remember 💕

Summary: Terry wants to give his girlfriend Siya (Sigh-ya) a peaceful weekend away at his place to help her loosen up after a rough week. 🩵

Warnings: Some smut 💋 and 420 friendly 🍃

This is my first fanfic y’all so take it easy on your girl. It’s been a while! lol. Enjoy!!!

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Terry POV

Friday Night 🌙

My girl Siya, who I’ve been seeing for about five months now, has been expressing her frustration with work all week. I’m not quite sure what her exact job title is but I know she works with badass kids and intense parents everyday in the school system. I’ve always admired her patience with people on a daily. I told her I do labor and engineering work for a reason cause I’d catch a case. Nonetheless, I know she needs an outlet and frankly, just a good time so she can let her hair down a bit. I can admit I’ve been slightly negligent to my lady’s feelings recently due to my own work being a shit storm with high volumes of orders and requests needing to be completed. A couple nights in a row I’ve been falling asleep on her mid conversation from pure exhaustion. I know that stings her a bit because we don’t live together and she really treasures our nightly FaceTime calls. She lives about 35 mins away from me on the other side of the county so anytime I get to see her face I try to make it last. I know she knows I still love her and I’m here for her like always but I’m the type of man to show it. Especially when I know I’ve been slacking a bit.

On the way home from work today, on a high from finally making it to Friday, I text Siya to let her know my plans.

T: Hey babe, hope your work day ended on a high note today. I want you to pack a bag to stay over my place for the weekend. I wanna show you how much I’ve missed you all week.. I’ll be there to get you around 6. I love you ❤️

S: Oooo you got plans plans huh? 😏 lol ok baby, I’ll be ready when you get here. Just let me know when you’re on the way 😘

I smile down at my phone at her response. She always finds a way to make me laugh. That’s why this weekend I want her to feel like she’s fully taken care of. My girl is the kind of woman who loves detail but loves simplicity even more. She loves good vibes and ambience.. she loves to be able to take in all the small joys around her and revel in them while spreading that same feeling to the people around her. It made me think about what I wanted to plan for us this weekend. I want to take Siya’s mind off of all her stress and worries and I have to be quick because I only have about 2 hours until I pick Siya up…

Siya POV

That text from Terry made my day. I haven’t stopped smiling since I got it just as I was about to sprint to my car after calling it a day at work. Don’t get me wrong, I love aspects of my job but the mental rigor of trying to put out fires everyday is A LOT. I was just starting to get annoyed with Terry actually, he’s been seeming a bit distant and uninterested but those thoughts faded away as soon as I read that text. If there’s one thing I know about my man its that he’s thoughtful when it counts and loves to prove it.

Getting home to my quiet condo, I drop all my stuff in my office room then head straight to my bathroom to shower off all the angst of the day. Blasting some Summer Walker and Kehlani while the hot water slowly soothes my body into relaxation. I make sure to shave and moisturize something serious not yet knowing exactly what Terry has planned. I just have a feeling it’s going to make me fall in love with him even more.

After my shower, I decided to fix something small to eat to hold me over and then pack my bag for a stay at my man’s.

*phone vibrates*

T: I’m heading to you now babygirl 🩵

S: Ok be safe ❤️ see you soon daddy 💋

I don’t know what it is but Terry still makes me giddy and nervous. I can’t stop checking my hair and light makeup in the mirror just to make sure nothing is out of place. If he knew I was taking what I looked like so serious, he would reprimand me saying you look beautiful regardless, don’t trip but hey, I’m just a girl with nerves!

Dressed in a causal three piece cozy fit, perfect for this fall weather and brisk evenings, I wait for Tory to arrive while chilling on my living room couch. Just as I start to feel a little antsy my phone vibrates again.

T: Come open your door for me beautiful

Without texting back, I hop out of my seat and speed walk to the door with a smile. I open the door to find my tall, muscular, ocean eyed teddy bear of a boyfriend dressed in a hoodie and joggers to match.

“There she is” he says before softly pulling me into his arms and lifting me into a tight hug. He smells so good..

“Hey baby, I missed you so much” I say before planting a kiss on his soft, plump lips.

“I’ve missed you too baby girl. More than you know. Come on, let me get your bag for you” He says slightly brushing past me into the living room to grab my pink duffle bag. “You ready, mama?”

Terry POV

It feels so good having Siya next to me again. It’s only been about a week and a half since I’ve last seen her in person but right now let me know that’s too long without her. Her soft, luscious, radiant skin. Her fragrance that always smells like something sweet that makes me hungry for her. Head full of curls and that amazing smile that still makes my heart skip a beat. I’m sprung, no doubt. I can’t keep my hands off her as I hit the highway heading back to my place. My free hand found its way in between the heat of her thighs and rested there for comfort as I gripped the steering wheel. Snoh Alegra playing from my truck speakers and our heads bobbing to the smooth tunes. I look over at Siya softly singing the words and I crack a smile involuntarily. Call me corny but I made a playlist just for this ride back so I knew she’d be feeling it.

“You know this is my song” She says with a playful smirk while dancing in her seat.

“Yeah I know love”

Siya went back to her karaoke as i focused on not missing a turn right up ahead of us. As soon as I made the turn off our usual route, Siya stops her concert and looks at me with curious eyes.

“Where we going?” She asks

“Just a little detour babe, don’t worry” I reassure her grabbing onto her hand to hold.

I could tell my words put her at ease. I watch her lean back in her seat to take in the beautiful sunset outside our car windows. The sky barely lit but just above the horizon it’s painted a firey bright orange with clouds leaving small traces of purple and blue. Approaching our destination, I see Siya sit up, peeking out of the windows to take in the view before us. A walking park adorned with vast land scattered with trees and a beautiful lake front that provided a perfect view to watch the remainder of the sunset. The area is empty and barely any cars drive past at this time of day. Perfect for a chill ass smoke session to get my girl right for this relaxing weekend I got planned for her.

Siya POV

Terry is always up to something I tell ya. I’ve always appreciated the effort and thought he puts into the things he does for me. No matter how little or large. Terry knows I’m a sentimental nostalgic who loves taking in sunsets and sunrises. I mean, I couldn’t even count the amount of moon photos I have in my camera roll too. He also knows I don’t take the time to enjoy these things as much as I’d like to. To just be present.. with a beautiful view.

“Let’s sit at these benches over here” Terry said taking my hand and leading me to our seats near the lake.

“This is beautiful Terry. How do you know about this place?”

“Me and a homeboy of mine use to come here and go fishing sometimes. We even came out here just to chill. Get our minds right” Terry reaches into this hoodie pocket, “So, with my beautiful lady having the hard week she did.. I figured we’d start this weekend with some reallll relaxation” he declares pulling out a thick cigar blunt with a playful, big cheesy smile.

Terry and I have smoked together before but it’s been quite a while. Shortly after we started dating we both decided to take a tolerance break and focus on work and being a bit healthier. Not to say we didn’t break our pact from time to time but it has definitely been a couple months since I faced a fat blunt.

“When did you start smoking again?” I ask genuinely curious.

“Right now. I figured since work has been kicking both of our asses, we deserve this. You deserve this,” He says lighting the blunt and passing it to me. Instantly the thick weed smoke and scent hit my nose and brought back all those fond memories of getting high and letting my worries roll off of me like water.

I take a deep breath and allow the smoke to hit my chest. I hold it for a few seconds before a deep harsh cough escapes my throat.

“Take it easy, babe” Terry said laughing while patting my back.

“Oh whatever! It’s been a while” I snap back at him out of a little embarrassment of my fragile lungs. I take another puff and force myself to keep in the smoke long enough to feel the after effects.

“You good mama?” Terry asks me as I pass him back the blunt.

“Yeah I’m good. This shit is hitting me nice..” I say leaning back into the bench, letting my body and mind unwind. I start to listen to the gentle wind of the night breezing past my ears, the lake in front of me rippling from the wind. It’s so peaceful. I feel Terry’s arm cradle my shoulders from be side, providing extra warm from the cool breeze. We continued to pass back and forth until our blunt became a roach. The lowering sun completely gone but now the fluorescent moonlight took its place. It gave us ample light reflecting from the shimmering lake. I could feel every bit of my body soften and loosen up. My head lay back to rest on Terry’s buff arm still wrapped around me. We were both pretty quiet enjoying our high and the tranquility around us. I look over to Terry to make sure he’s okay only to meet his incredible grey eyes, low and hazy from the marijuana, already locked on me.

“How you feeling?” He asks deep in tone, his gaze still stuck on me.

“Good. I feel great actually”

“Good. I’m glad to hear, babe. Come here…” Terry whispers before grabbing me around my waist and pulling me into his lap. Never taking his eyes off me. I was starting to really get lost in them. All I could picture was the last time we fucked, soaking my satin panties as I clinch my thighs on Terry’s lap. My eyes gaze down to his juicy pink lips that just seem to be calling my name. Without hesitation, i pull Terry in for a passionate kiss. Lips smacking and soft biting making us both groan into each other’s mouths. I could feel Terry’s thick bulge grow stiffer below me as he shifts my booty on his lap to help adjust himself. He let out a soft moan before placing lewd, wet kisses all over my neck.

“Terry you know that makes me weak” I moan out as he hits all my spots causing me to quiver.

Ignoring my plea, gripping onto my thighs, he continues to place warm kisses on my neck and slowly down my chest. Suddenly he stops and looks up at me. The moonlight beaming out of his now dark clouded eyes. He sits up, gently moving me off his lap and back on the bench before standing up and starting to take off his hoodie. I bite my lip watching him undress, revealing a white tee hugging his defined abs and massive arms. I quietly stare up at him from my seat, heat rising within me from anticipation, wondering what’s next to come. Also forgetting that we’re technically in public.

I’m high as shit.

“Lay back on my hoodie babygirl” Terry says softly while stretching his hoodie out on the bench space beside me. I do as he ask and lay my heated back to the wood bench to rest. Terry, now sitting by my feet and smirking down at me, slowly turns to me with his eyes still intensely on me, lifts my legs and places them firmly over his shoulders. Now I get the hint..

“Take these off” he whispers before licking his lips and pulling at my pants with authority.

I lift my lower body to assist him in slipping my pants and panties off in one quick swipe. The cool air hit my bare legs and made me clinch my legs shut.

“Open up for me, babe” Terry commands sliding his large body back on the bench and lowering his head right above my wet, aching pussy. “I got the munchies.. but all I wanna snack on is you”

With a sloppy, wet kiss to my throbbing clit, Terry began to devour my pussy like his last meal. I couldn’t help but to moan loudly as he slurps and licks me with purpose. One thick swipe of his tongue after another. As he playful darts his tongue in and out of my pussy and tenderly rubs my pulsing clit, I stare up at the stars above. Thanking God and the universe that I’ve found this man.

“Ahhhh Terry.. this feels so fucking good babyyy” I cry out reaching for the bench arm rest behind my head for leverage.

“Mmm.. you taste so damn good mama.. I could eat you all night..” he spoke with all his concentration still on my leaking pussy. Suddenly feeling two thick fingers slowly sliding into me, I arch my back out of pure ecstasy.

“Fuuuuck” I cry out letting Terry quicken his pace. Beginning to feel an amazing but unfamiliar pressure build within me.

“Pussy clenching up baby, you about to cum?”

“Oh my god… Terry!” I shout unable to explain what I was feeling. Silence falls as nothing but the sound of Terry’s fingers slipping in and out of me and his slurping and smacking fill the air. My eyes close shut and I swear even with them closed, I can still see stars. Suddenly, a loud gush erupts from my slippery center.

“God damn..” Terry groans staring at my pussy forming a puddle below him with a look of pride and accomplishment.

“Did you just make me squirt?!” I asks out of pure shock. Did I really just squirt on my boyfriend on a public bench?

“Hell yeah I did. You got me and my hoodie soaked baby girl” he says with a chuckle and a menacing smirk.

“Oh my god” I say laughing to myself, covering my face as Terry lifts me up to hold me in his arms, face to face.

“Aww none of that now. Shit, that was fucking amazing. I didn’t know you could squirt like that, mama. I find it sexy.. lets me know I’m doing all the right things.. maybe I should get you high and eat you out more often” he suggest with that enticing smile of his.

“Yeah maybe” I respond with a smile and gaining a little sense of confidence back. The sound of loud car exhaust approaching made us both grab for our clothes and get dressed. Terry wasn’t lying when he said I soaked his hoodie. Even with it being black I could tell I left the majority of it damp and knew he’d be cold in this frigid wind as we walk back to his truck.

“I’m sorry again about that Babe” I say with my arms crossed in front of me to shield my exposed skin from the breeze.

“You don’t hear me complaining do you? Stop worrying, love. So what I’m drenched? I love that shit. All that matters to me right now is that you feel good.. you gushing all on me like that just shows me you was feeling more than good though.. right baby?” He asks slowly stepping closer to me, forcing my back against the truck door, invading my space in a way that makes my knees almost buckle. Him and these goddamn eyes!!

“Oh I’m more than good..” I almost whisper looking deep into his glistening orbs, feeling like I’m under a trance.

“That’s what I like to hear. Gimme kiss..” Terry says before pulling me into him by the waist and giving me two sweet, wet kisses, “come on, beautiful. Let’s get back on the road. We still got the night ahead of us.”

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YALL THINK and sorry for any typos 🙈🩷 Depending on feedback I’ll write the rest of the weekend with Tory and Siya 🥰 I have a feeling this is gonna get cute and nasty lmao appreciate y’all! -Kye ✌🏽

#terry richmond smut #aaron pierre #black female writers #black female reader #terry richmond

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sylusbelovedart · 1 month ago

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After date (Magnum Opus)

Disclaimer : Just some Sylus brainrot. I wanted to write something sweet since I've been breaking my own heart with angsty thoughts. Sylus might be a bit OOC, sorry.

I know it’s been weeks since Magnum Opus was released but I can’t help but think what the after date was like for Sylus and MC ? Don’t get me wrong, the memory was SO SO good and SylusMc are 👌 I love their dynamic so much. But I'm curious about how they both freaked out afterwards.

Like how did Sylus get home ? I'm sure he must have had the biggest and brightest smile on his face, just thinking about their date. Maybe he will drive slowly at first still too dazed about how well the day went. The pretext to go out to eat just to see her, turning into a memorable date of shopping, teasing and taking care of each other. He could almost still feel the soft touch of her fingers lingering on his face, and how close and intimate it all felt. And then he will start driving faster, a rush of adrenaline flooding through his veins, already thinking about their next date, already planning your camping trip. But maybe not everything needs planning he thinks. He knows you always surprise him in the most sweetest ways and he can't help but want more. After all, isn't greed and desire what drives most people ? That man would be going at such a high speed, and if you were, you would be clinging to him. Maybe joining him in his madness, laughing or screaming at him, scared. Either way, he enjoys every and each of your expressions. Tightening his grip on the brake, he almost screamed in the wind that he finally got the women he longed so so long for.

And what was MC’s reaction after he left and she closes her door ? My girl must have been silently screaming, not yet believing how lovey-dovey they were toward one another, or how natural it felt for her at that moment. She would also be extremely embarrassed. What has he done to her ? She would be jumping up and down from excitement while also punching the air, flashbacks about how things unfolded. Because at the end of the day she’s just a girl too. And as she went to the bathroom, she would just be a blushing mess thinking about Sylus and his sweet words and stare at herself in the mirror, a loving look in her eyes flushing her cheeks red "a loved art piece" she would mutter embarrassed to herself "such a smooth talker".

And after she washes up and prepares to go to bed, she sends him a message to know if he got back home safely and he might respond with something like

Sylus : Already missing me, kitten ? 😏

And MC would laugh at his use of emojis because what in the world was that ? But he was feeling silly and so was she.

MC : When you say it like that…

MC : I just wanted to make sure you went back home safely.

And Sylus red the message at least three time before replying to her. He almost sent a "you're the cutest" before erasing it.

Sylus : I did.

Sylus : Shouldn't you be asleep by now ?

MC : That’s good.

MC : I'm going to bed.

MC : Thanks again for today. It was a fun.

And as much as their relationship progressed and the banter and sweet-talking they have when they meet, she still feels shy and self-conscious when it came to talk about her feeling. But it was fine. Sylus would get it.

Sylus : Should I be concerned about this grateful attitude of yours ?

Sylus : You push me to ask you out but then get concerned I might get caught. You’re concerned about my taste in women and get mad at me, but then you hold me and take care of my skin, and now… you’re thanking me ?

MC : 😐

MC : You make me sound so mean.

MC : Forget I even said anything.

MC : THE DAY WAS AWFULL

MC : 😡

Sylus : [vocal] ha ha ha. Please don’t restrain on my account. I enjoyed today’s… date too.

MC : So you’re starting to admit it too ?

MC : Wow 😳 We’re making progress.

Sylus : Weren’t you the one who said we were dating earlier ?

MC : I did.

MC : Why ?

MC : Don’t tell me you’re planning on shying away now.

MC : You can’t even tell me properly when you want to see me. Should I be the one wearing the pants in this relationship ? 😔

Sylus : 🤨

Sylus : Getting pretty carried away now aren’t we ?

Sylus : Also, are you planning on scolding me ?

Sylus : Please make sure to call me beforehand.

Sylus : I’m willing to hear all of your complaints.

MC : ...

And as your eyes are slowly closing, you felt yourself drowsing almost forgetting to answer to Sylus.

Sylus : But I guess that will be for another time. A sleepy kitten needs her beauty sleep.

MC : No

MC : Im perfectlyzwake

MC : *I’m perfectly awake.

Sylus : Make sure your teeth won’t bite off your tongue with the lies. Make it believable next time.

Sylus : And as I told you before. You don’t need to adapt to my schedule.

Sylus : Make sure you get proper sleep for tomorrow.

Sylus : Don’t want to find a stubborn hunter injured because she didn’t get enough rest.

MC : You’re the one scolding me now. 🙄

Sylus : 👀

Sylus : Wouldn’t want on you the burden of wearing the pants in the relationship.

MC : Yeah sure. Such a gentleman.

You waited a few minutes before finally saying him goodnight.

MC : Goodnight, Sylus [Mephisto sleeping emoji]. See you… next week ? Maybe ?

Sylus : Oh. I’m planning on seeing you earlier than next week.

Sylus : Goodnight, kitten 🍷✨

#sylus x mc #sylus x reader #sylus love and deepspace #love and deepspace sylus #lads sylus #i love soft sylus #sylus #domestic sylusmc #sylus qin #qin che #sylus mc

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luveline · 1 year ago

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Please.... I beg of you... any KBD

<3<3<3 dad!steve x mom!reader, 1k

“I love you,” you say, bending down to give Steve a quick kiss. “But I’m going to spend fifteen minutes by myself in the bathroom. Cool?”

Steve laughs. With the babies asleep and Avery not far from it in his lap, you’ve earned that and more. “Don’t get lost.”

“Yes,” you say, slouched and tired as you limp away. “I won’t.”

Avery rests her head on Steve’s arm. “Is she okay?”

“Just tired. Someone’s always tired in this house, right?”

“Not me.” She yawns.

Steve laughs and wraps his arm around her shoulders carefully. “Not you, you’re my trooper.”

“I’m the state trooper. That’s what Chief Hopper says.”

She’s talked about Chief Hopper nonstop for the last week since he visited her class as school. He apparently wasn’t half as much of a hard ass as he was when Steve was in school. He brought candy.

“You are?” he asks.

“Yeah!” she says, unaware of the stunt Steve is about to pull. She snuggles into his arms as he begins rubbing her back.

Steve looks at her and all he sees is himself. It’s so fucking weird —he’d love to show teenage Steve, hell, even Steve at twenty, how his daughter will come out a carbon copy. He might as well be looking in a mirror, though her head is a little less square, her lips ever so slightly fuller. She’s all brown eyes and a silly giddy smile as she tells him her story again, her soft lashes drooping, and drooping as he hums uh-huhs, the side of his pinky running down her spine.

She falls asleep in his lap. He knows how nice it feels to be held closely by someone you love as you sleep, so for a while he just holds her. They aren’t kidding about kids. You don’t have a clue in the world how much you can love another person, how badly you want to look after them, until you have your own.

And Steve wouldn’t have his without you, so he owes you everything. He always has, regardless.

Which reminds him.

Steve carries Avery upstairs to her room, still small enough for a princess carry. He’s careful not to hit her head on the door jam (a marker of past experience), toeing open her door and yanking back the sheets on her bed.

“There,” he whispers with a smug smile, laying her down, and tucking her in snug. “Love you, Ave.” He kisses her forehead and the line of her nose, rubbing her little chubby cheek in goodnight.

He stands on the landing listening for you. You’re sniffing in the bathroom, forcing a rough bumping of his chest —he thought you were kidding about being upset.

He knocks the door with one knuckle. “Honey? Can I come in?”

“Depends on how eager you are to see me naked.”

He rattles the door handle aggressively. You laugh from the other side. “No, but can I?” he asks.

“Stop being weird and come in.”

He opens the door. You’re in pyjama pants and a bra, your shirt on the radiator and water shining on your neck and collar. A vigorous face washing has occurred, hence your sniffing. “I thought you were crying,” he says, relieved.

You hold your hands out to him and let him grab you by the waist, holding you up, your tacky face immediately dropping down into one of your shoulders. “Just got water in my nose.”

He pulls you stomach to stomach, hand behind your shoulder and working up to your neck. You breathe out funny at his touch, maybe like you’ve missed it, your eyelids fluttering closed.

“Don’t fall asleep on me,” he implores.

You shake your head. “I’m not tired. I think I missed you today.”

You spent the entire day together, but with the girls acting as hectic as they’d been he understands what you mean. It’s not like you got much time together. It was a good day, he just wishes there were more moments of you like this, in arms reach, under his hands, and totally at ease.

“Who wouldn’t miss me?” he asks.

You nod, as if to say, yeah, I forgot you’re a dick. Your eyes don’t open and yet he can see them rolling.

“I missed you too,” he amends honestly, encouraging your face to his to kiss you while you’re unsuspecting.

You sigh softly and kiss back, before working your way into the curve of his neck, where you also kiss. Your lips are soft as velvet.

He covers as much of your naked back as he can with his arms. “Today feels a hundred days long. I’m so excited to go to bed, I’m like, thinking about it. Is that pathetic?”

“Très pathétique.”

He rubs the curve of your side quickly in agreement. “Super pathetic.”

“Where’s my Avery?”

“Sleeping in bed. Just you and me, honey.”

“I’m too tired to brush my teeth.”

Steve chuckles at your aggrieved moaning and stands you up properly. I can fix that, he thinks.

First, he helps you into your shirt. You’re a grown woman who doesn’t necessarily need help getting dressed, but you’ve been his to look after for so long that you don’t question him when he holds the neck and arms out for you and pulls it over your head, down onto your torso. You’re smiling as he skirts around you for your toothbrush. You hold your hand out. He doesn’t give it, squirting toothpaste onto the bristles.

“Show me those pearly whites,” he jokes, murmuring now so as not to disturb the quiet that’s descended in the house.

He can see you thinking it through. “You wanna brush my teeth for me?”

He takes your cheek into your hand. “Too weird?”

“No,” you say, smiling at him with a generous, ridiculous amount of devotion, “not weird. I’ll probably laugh though, but if you don’t mind then sure, you can brush my teeth. I’d love that. I’ll just close my eyes and let you do the hard work.”

Steve ducks in for a careful, doting kiss, the smell of spearmint between you.

“I’ll even floss for you,” he promises against your lips.

“No, I don’t think so.”

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maskedcrawford · 2 months ago

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Hidden Secrets

G-Dragon x Reader

Summary: You tell Jiyong about your pregnancy and things are great, till they aren't.

Warnings: ANGST my friends. Loss of a baby and delivery of it. Not a lot of comfort in this chapter. Please read at your own risk.

A/n: I'm so sorry y'all. However, I do have a plan, don't give up on it yet. I'm so sorry though. I'm happy to give a summary if anyone need's it. Take care of yourselves! <3

Chapter 8

Hidden Secrets Masterlist

Chapter 9- Still Life

Jiyong is a nervous wreck all day.

“Why wouldn’t she just tell me though, why would she go to the doctor?”

“Maybe she just wants to be absolutely sure before she tells you, that way she doesn’t get your hopes up or she doesn’t scare you,” Daesung explains to his friend.

“Just give it time, Ji. It can take a few days to get the results back.” Taeyang says calmly.

“Do you know how hard it is trying to act like I don’t know a thing,” he asks his friends. They all give him sympathetic smiles.

“You’ll know soon enough and then it won’t be a secret anymore,” Seunghyun mentions.

That night Jiyong decides to give you a call. You’re making dinner when the phone rings.

“Hey, baby,” you coo and Jiyong’s palms are sweaty and nervous. He’s walking back to his hotel room.

“Hey, have you heard from the doctor today?” You take your bottom lip between your teeth. You’ve barely had time to process, still unsure of your future.

“Not, not yet. It should be in the next couple days though,” you lie. You give him a plastic smile, one that doesn’t reach your eyes. He doesn’t seem to notice.

“Can I tell you something?” he asks as he shuts the door to his room.

“Anything,” you smile as you continue making your dinner, now for 2.

“I think it’d be amazing if you are,” he mumbles.

“If I’m,” you pause and take a deep breath, “Pregnant?” you look at the phone and he nods.

“Yeah, I mean a mini you or me running around,” you can hear the joy in his voice at the thought of a baby. You shut your eyes for a minute.

“Well, at least I know you wouldn’t freak out if I am.” You try to laugh off.

“Listen, I don’t want to sway you, but if you are, just know we can do it. We can figure it all out.” He almost sounds as if he’s pleading.

“What if we can’t?” you ask turning off the stove.

“Why wouldn’t we?”

“Ji, IF we have a baby, I mean, I’d be here by myself with it all day everyday if you’re on tour, you’d be gone most of the pregnancy, I don-wouldn’t,” you quickly correct, “want to do this alone. And yet even if you’re here, I’m still the one carrying it.” You sigh and his face briefly looks fearful before he covers it with a look of understanding.

“You just tell me what you want and we’ll figure it out. But please, either way. Just tell me.” You nod at his request.

“Well I still haven’t heard anything so I may not be,” you feign a smile and he purses his lips, doing his best not to let it slip that he knows.

“Listen, I’m kind of tired, I’m gonna lay down. Goodluck at your show tonight,” you say before ending the call before he can say anything else. You sigh and feel a few frustrated tears fall from your eyes. You walk to the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror, your hands placing around your stomach.

“What are we gonna do? I mean, I’m not ready for you,” you talk to it.

“I know your Appa,” the words leave your mouth before you can stop them and you feel a tug in your emotions. The weight of the situation is finally sinking in. You were actually pregnant with Jiyong’s baby.

“Your Appa says we can do it,” you whisper as you look down at your tummy.

“But I don’t know if I can be the Eomma you need,” you cradle your stomach. You suddenly feel another tug at your heart strings as tears well up in your eyes. There really is a small growing human inside of your body, one that while small, you slightly feel connected to.

The following morning you make an appointment with your obgyn and luckily she has an appointment available that same day. You get yourself ready and show up to the appointment. You go in and she informs you that you’re now 4 weeks along. You see the ultrasound monitor and what looks like a tiny little bean on the screen.

You take a deep breath as reality slaps you in the face. Everytime you think you’ve dealt with it, reality keeps making it more and more real.

“Do you want to talk about your options,” she asks carefully.

“So you mean to tell me that, that’s in here?” you ask in disbelief as you point to your stomach, your eyes never leaving the monitor. She nods with an understanding smile.

“Yep.”

“Mine and his dna,” you whisper to yourself.

“Wait, options, what options?”

��Well, if you want to terminate, the options is still there. Or you could look at adoption if you aren't sure you want to keep it,” you feel a nauseous feeling in your stomach at her words. You shake your head.

“N-no I don’t need to know about that. What I do need to know is how the heck do I take care of it while it’s growing and when would I be due?”

“Well, you’ll need to listen to your body, rest, don’t over exert yourself, take your prenatal vitamins. And if you choose to keep it we’ll need to see you once each month until your 28 weeks.” She informs you. You nod your head.

“And by the looks of it, it’d be around Nov. 8th of this year,” your heart skips a beat and you smirk to yourself. 8. Of course his child would be due on the 8th.

“Thank you,” you say as she stands up.

“You can find vitamins at your local shop,” she mentions before leaving out the door.

You sit there for a moment, waiting for the pictures. The nurse comes back in and hands them to you. You smile and thank her before staring at them.

“Oh, wait,” you call out just before the door shuts. The woman walks back in.

“Am I ok to travel? My boyfriend’s out of town and I want to go see him. Give him the news in person.” You smile a little.

“Yeah, as long as you take breaks, listen to your body and get what you need before you leave you should be fine,” the woman informs you. You nod your head and smile. For a moment, the world doesn’t feel so heavy, I mean you all ready knew Jiyong was going to be accepting of the news.

You go to the store, getting the necessary things you need for the little bundle in your stomach and then you decide you should figure out a way to break the news. You examine the baby aisle and notice cute little shoes, your heart melts at how tiny they are.

“You’ll be in these running before we know it,” you giggle to yourself as you reach for you non showing stomach. You pick up a pair of the tiny shoes and that’s when the idea hits you. You get another test. You find a cute wood plaque and a box to put the three things in. You rush home to take the test and sure enough 2 pink lines show up like they’re supposed to. You can’t help but feel a little excited to give him the box.

The next two days pass by painfully slow, but it’s finally the night before you leave and you get a call from your boyfriend like every night.

“Please tell me you heard something today,” he whines.

“I did, and I’ll tell you about in person,” you say nonchalantly.

“Jagiya,” he whines.

“Just tell me what’s going on. I’ve been freaking out,” he runs a hand through his hair.

“Wait, why?” you look at him dead in his face over the phone.

“Because I just want to know what you know. It’s important to me."

“You’ll know soon enough. I fly out around 2 am tomorrow morning. I’ll be L.A before you know it.” You can’t help the little giggle that escapes your throat.

“Yeah, all right,” he says giving up.

“At least let me see my baby.”

“I’m right here, Ji.” You cock your head to the side.

“My other baby, ya know, Zoa,” he smirks. You roll your eyes playfully as you find her and show her the phone.

“Look Zoa, it’s your Appa,” your heart flutters at the name slightly as you get more used to the idea. Unbeknownst to you, his heart does the same. He baby talks the cat who sits there purring. You two hang up for the night and you get some much-needed sleep.

Jiyong is an anxious mess the whole day.

“Dude, quit pacing!” Taeyang stops him dead in his tracks placing his hands on his shoulders.

“I can’t help it,” he sighs.

“She’ll be here soon and my whole life is really going to change. I just don’t know how, yet.”

“It’s going to be fine, man. We have a couple of days to rest and with her flying in it sounds like that’s what y’all need. Just some time together.” Jiyong would never deny that he missed you. Heck the man would let the whole world burn down if it meant you were safe in his arms, he’s crazy about you. But seeing you also meant you finally telling him that life as he knows it right now is possibly over.

The day passes painfully slow, Jiyong mainly staying stuck in his hotel room, just trying to mentally prepare.

There’s a knock on his door late that night and he opens it to see your smiling face!

“Jagi!” he shouts and pulls you into the tightest hug he can, careful with your stomach. His lips find yours instantly as soon as he pulls you into the room. You giggle against his lips.

“I missed you too,” you say on his lips as they continue to devour you. He pulls back and rests his forehead on yours.

“Oh, baby, you have no idea how I’ve missed you,” your heart warms at his words.

“So,” he says after a beat of silence.

“Can you tell me now?”

You chuckle and walk him over to bed. You grab the gift-wrapped box from the suitcase you packed and hand it to him.

“A present?” He looks at you genuinely confused.

“Just something I picked up; it made me think of you.” You smile as you get down on your knees in front of him, desperate to see his reaction.

His hands carefully pick up the delicate shoes as he inspects them, tears in his eyes.

“Fuck, we’re having a baby,” he says quietly, voice cracking slightly. You nod with a grin on your face. He looks into your eyes and pulls you in for another passionate kiss, but this time he takes his time, savoring the moment of pure bliss.

“We’re having a baby,” he chuckles to himself and you smile at his reaction as you run your hand through his hair.

“Like, its actually real now,” he breathes.

“Now?” you ask with a tilt of your head as you gaze at him lovingly.

“Oh, yeah,” he rubs the back of his neck, “I sorta found the positive pregnancy test in the trash before I left.”

“What? There was no positive test, Ji.” You pull back confused.

“Yeah, it was faint, but there was a line.” He says as he stands up to get the test from his bag. Sure enough, as you hold the test in your hands there was a little, faint, pink line.

“How did I miss that?” you ask yourself feeling a tinge of guilt.

“Hey, hey, you know now.” He comes over and holds you.

“Everything’s going to be ok” he kisses your forehead.

“I’m not going to lie, I’m still freaked out,” you say quietly.

“I mean, this means everything changes. Everything,” you say with tears pricking your eyes. He gently rocks you back and forth.

“It’s going to be ok.” He whispers in your ear with a smile on his face.

“I also have a surprise for the guys,” you inform him as the two of you lay on the hotel bed. He can’t stop staring at the sign.

“They all ready kind of know. I mean they seen how stressed I was at the airport.” He says sheepishly.

“Dang it, I wanted to surprise them too.” You pout.

“You still can,” you brings you close, “How do you want to do it?”

“I actually called ahead to your favorite place here and made a dinner reservation for 6.” He smirks.

“That’s cute.” He smirks at you with pride in his heart.

“I thought so. The waiter will bring out a desert and it’ll say “Congratulations,” on the plate in little bean’s place.”

“Which reminds me,” you say as you hop off the bed.

“Here’s this from the doctor’s office.” You show him the sonogram pictures and a tear slips from his eye straight down his cheek.

“Our baby,” he whispers as he brings you closer to place a hand on your stomach. He gives it soft kiss and looks up you. You have the biggest grin on your face as he gazes up at you, completely and totally in love.

“I wonder who’s eyes she'll have. Who she’ll look more like,” he begins to dream about your baby.

“She?”

“Of course, it’s a girl. I can feel it.” He says assuredly. You giggle and roll your eyes.

“We’ll find out soon enough if you’re right.” You say as you lay down next to him. You lay on your back, Jiyong goes down to talk to your stomach.

“Don’t worry, jagiya, I’ll make sure you have everything you need. Clothes, shoes, the best of the best and your eomma is going to be so taken care of she’ll barely notice you’re there.” He winks at you.

“Hey, tell him or her,”

“Her,” he smiles to himself and you shake your head.

“Tell her to quit making me so sick every day then I won’t hardly notice,” you tease. He chuckles as he lightly rubs your belly and is already smitten with your unborn child.

The next night you’re out to dinner with the gang and you and Jiyong keep sharing knowing glances.

“All right, what’s going on you two?” Daesung teases.

“Yeah, why are you treating us to dinner and you both have shit eating grins on your faces?” Seunghyun asks with a quirked brow.

“And why is there an extra seat at the table?” Taeyang asks, his smile knowing as he points at the empty spot beside you. That’s when the waiter brings out everyone’s desert, including a plate of chocolate syrup spelling out Congratulations! They all break out into fits of joyful laughter as everyone hugs each other.

“Group hug!” Daesung calls out and suddenly you’re all up out of your seats being smushed together.

“She’s going to have the best uncles,” Jiyong says with a kiss to your forehead.

“She? You already know it’s a girl?” Seunghyun asks quite surprised.

“No, but he’s dead set that it is,” you explain and he nods.

“You’d be a good girl dad,” Taeyang compliments.

“She’d definitely have no shortage of clothing,” Daesung teases and you can’t help but giggle.

“Leave me and my daughter alone,” he defends playfully. Your heart is full while you take in the memory of everyone being so excited and happy for you.

He flipps when he feels your little bean kick for the first time.

“Can the guys feel?” his eyes light up like a Christmas tree. You giggle and nod your head yeah.

“Guys you have to feel this!” All the guys tentatively put their hands on your stomach and it happened, the baby kicked and you braced yourself for the new feeling.

“Is it amazing?” he sighs as looks at you.

“It feels weird,” you giggle. He's constantly talking to the baby about tour and music and how he was going to teach ‘her’ everything he knows. Always making sure to slip in little comments about how well you were doing taking care of ‘her’. He would find himself absentmindedly rubbing your stomach whenever he could, feeling her little feet kick his hand every now and again.

“She’s going to be football star, someday,” he jokes.

“You’re loving this,” you mention, “The whole thing. You can’t for him or her to call you Appa for the first time.” He flushes at your words, hiding his face from you as he laughs.

“Sue me, I’m excited,” he says as he peeks at you.

He basically became obsessed with the two of you. Constantly talking to your little one, making sure you’re comfortable and making sure you get home to Seoul for any appointments, going to the few that he can, and being on the phone with you the whole time when he can't. Even talking to the doctor to be sure you can fly back out and make sure he’s doing everything he can to help it go smoothly.

“I swear, the minute you can’t fly I’m coming home,” he says as you get in the car to drive back to house you two share.

“Baby, I’m fine.” You smile at him before looking down at your bump.

“Its literally fine. She said I can fly out to see you so I’ll be leaving tomorrow just like we planned. Make sure Taeyang get’s the email from the doctor. We were able to get good pictures today and we’ll be finding out the sex as soon you guys come back on break!” you squeal and his smile stretches from ear to ear.

Taeyang is at yours and Jiyong’s house setting everything up with Seunghyun and Daesung.

“Come on, man, what’s she having.” Daesung asks for the thousandth time.

“I’m not telling you. They wanted it to be secret so I’m keeping it a secret.”

“It’s not like we’ll tell them,” Seunghyun chastises.

“I don’t care, I’m doing my job,” Taeyang says as he hangs up the final blue balloon. The guys groan in response but help finish setting up. The gender reveal set up is close to being done and you two arrive back home.

“I’m so excited,” you squeal as you look at yourself in your dress. Your dress hugs the bump that’s forming on your tummy and Jiyong comes up in behind you wrapping his arms around the two of you, resting his head on your shoulder. You lean back against him and stare at your reflection in the mirror.

“You’re going to be the best mommy ever,” he whispers and kisses your cheek.

“You think?” you grin at him and peck his lips.

“I know,” he says before leading you outside. All the guests including friends and family for both of you are arriving and they each congratulate you. There’s a mix of guesses as to if it’s a boy or a girl, you guess it’s a boy while Jiyong is going from what he firmly believed from day 1, that it’s a girl.

After a while of mingling and playing some games it’s finally time.

“On the count of 3,” Taeyang announces and you and Jiyong share a quick look.

“Here we go,” he says as he leans down to peck your lips. Your bounce on the balls of your feet with slight excitement as the crowd starts counting.

“1… 2… 3…” the explosion goes off behind you.

You squeal as you hug Jiyong and he picks you up twirling you around.

“I told you!” he says excited. You smile and give him a passionate kiss as the confetti falls and smoke clears.

“Holy crap we’re having a girl,” you say to yourself. Your head begins to feel a little dizzy as you put a hand on your forehead.

“You ok? Hey, come here sit down,” he motions you to a chair.

“What’s wrong?” Seunghyun asks as he see’s you sitting down and rushes over to check it out.

“I’m just overwhelmed with emotion.” You giggle as tears are falling down your cheeks and Jiyong grabs a tissue.

“This is just like when you cried at that cat food commercial,” he teases.

“Hey, those kitties were cute and with every purchase of food part of the money goes to help shelter cats!” you defend, “It was beautiful.” He chuckles.

“Yes, it was, it was a totally rational response.” He says and you roll your eyes playfully.

That night the two of you sit in bed going over a list of girl names.

“What about, Abigail?” you both look at each other and shake your head.

“Too plain,” Jiyong says.

“Nova?” he suggests.

“What is she, a golden retriever?” you joke and he chuckles.

“Bo-min?” you consider it for a moment.

“It’s not horrible, but not my favorite.” You sit in silence for a moment before you gasp.

“What about Chae min,” his smile is huge at your name.

“It’s perfect,” he grins and kisses you.

It’s a month after the gender reveal and you hit the 28-week mark. You’re at home resting while Jiyong is back out somewhere in Europe touring. You were fixing up the nursery, putting the rocking chair in the corner when you felt a sharp pain in your stomach.

“Easy girl, I’m not made of steel,” you say as you chuckle and rub your flesh. You continue on and you feel it again, this time the pain is more sharp and intense.

“Baby girl,” you breathe out a laugh, feeling nervous. You finish putting some things away before using the bathroom. That’s when you notice the spotting.

“Oh shit,” you curse in disbelief as you stare at your underwear for a moment. You call your ob’s office and ask to speak to the doctor immediately.

“Yeah, I’m having sharp pain and I’m spotting,” you say your nerves a total wreck. Your body feels shaky and your breathing is rapid.

“What about movement, have you felt any less movement than usual?” You had been so consumed by trying to get the nursery together, what you could of it, that you honestly weren’t sure.

“I-I don’t know, I just know I’m bleeding and,” you suck in a sharp breath, “Fuck,” you say under you breath.

“Come on in, we’ll get you in today,” the doctor says and you immediately grab your keys.

Upon arrival to your doctor you don’t have a chance to sit down to wait before they’re rushing you back.

“What’s going on?” You ask nervously.

“Just wait, we’ll know soon enough,” one of the nurses informs you.

“Is she ok?” your voice is frantic but no one will answer you.

“Lay back for us,” you do as the doctor says and she puts the monitor on your stomach, the room is dead silent, and you can see the look on the doctors face is concerned as she moves against your stomach. You listen to the monitor, hearing nothing.

“What’s happening,” your tears are falling from your cheeks now onto the table as your fear is being realized.

“We can’t find the heartbeat,” she says solemnly. She continues for another few minutes as your own heart is beating so fast you fear you might pass out.

She pushes down slightly harder on our stomach, the baby doesn’t move.

“Have you noticed any less movement the last 24 hours?” the doctor asks as she wipes off our stomach. The stress of the situation clouds your memory.

"I-I don't really know," you sob.

“We’ll have to induce you,” she stands beside you giving you a sad look.

“But if she’s born now she won’t make it,” your denial kicks in along with the anxiety.

“Ms. Y/l/n,” the doctor says gently, “She’s gone, we need to deliver her,” your heart breaks in that moment and you let out a blood curdling scream as you sob uncontrollably in the doctor’s office.

“No, no, no check her again, do something, do anything, please I’m begging you!” Your voice is desperate and broken. Yet still in disbelief that this is now your reality.

The doctor sits with you for a minute, doing her best to console you.

“We’ll get you scheduled,” she says as you’re still shaking on the table.

“What did I do wrong?” you ask desperate for answers.

“We don’t know the cause, yet. So as far as we know, it wasn’t anything you did or didn’t do.” She tries to reassure you before leaving. You shakily stand up and get yourself to the parking lot, everyone around you stares but you don’t care. You sit in your car and sob once again. You drive yourself home once you can compose yourself and lay on the couch. You had to tell Jiyong.

You give him a call that night.

“Hey, bab- what’s wrong!” He asks frantic once he see’s the puffiness of your eyes and the redness to your face.

“Baby I-I need you to come home right away,” you whimper with a weak voice.

“What happened, y/n,” his voice is terrified, but stern.

“I-I’m so sorry, I swear I did everything I could,” the tears begin once more and Jiyong is helpless just staring at you. Behind him the guys hear the commotion and while not crowding him, they step up to listen.

“Baby she’s gone,” you say through your sobs and he stands there, motionless, taking in the information you relayed to him.

“I’ll be home as soon as I can be,” he hangs up and immediately starts looking at flights.

“Ji,” he hears Taeyang say.

“Man, I’m,” he holds his hands up.

“Thank you but I can’t right now. She needs me,” his voice cracks and he sniffles as tears fall from his face. He gets the next flight home and it’s the longest few hours of his life. He sits on the plane, shaking his leg the whole time. Finally the plane lands and he’s dashing out of it racing home to you. He walks in the door to find a deserted living room. You're in your shared bed in his room.

He sets his stuff down and climbs in behind you. The fear of how he feels creeps in as you turn to face him.

“Baby I swear I thought I did everything right, I’m so s-sorry,” your eyes are filling with more tears as he shushes you and pulls you into him.

“It’s ok, it’s all going to be ok,” is all he can say as he lets a few of his own tears slip out.

“Jiyong I swear I,” you keep trying to defend yourself, voice weak and defeated.

“Shh, stop it. I’m not mad at you,” he says.

“I killed,” you begin

“Y/n, stop,” he warns, “No you didn’t, stop blaming yourself right now.” He kisses the top of your head and holds you. You aren’t sure how long you lay like that, but by the time you two separate it’s dark outside.

“They want to induce me in two days,” you say as your hands fall to your stomach, as if cradling her will somehow bring her back and keep her safe. Jiyong takes a long deep breath and sighs.

“I’ll be right here with you, the whole time.”

It’s the day of the induction and your nerves are a mess.

“I can’t do this,” you tremble.

“Baby you have to, it could hurt you if we don’t,” you see his eyes gloss over, like he’s dissociating as bad as you want to. The doctor takes you back into a room and gives you the drugs necessary for delivery.

“All right, give me a push,” she says as you hold Jiyong’s hand give her a big push. After about half an hour you’re done, and you don't hear her cry like a healthy baby and your heart breaks into a million pieces.

You see the tiny lifeless body in her hands. You also see the umbilical cord in a knot as the doctors cut it. You realize she suffocated. You’re forced to push out the placenta, and the whole time your tears are flowing.

“Wait, let me hold her!” you cry once you’re finished with the process. They hand you the precious baby girl’s body. Jiyong takes a minute before he can look at her. She has his nose and mouth, your chin and eye shape.

“I’m so sorry baby girl,” you sob as you rock her and Jiyong can be heard sniffling. He wipes his tears away and you let him hold the tiny body.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers as he kisses her forehead and sobs full on now. You can’t help but put your hand on his arm. The two of you sit on the bed with your daughter’s body, trying to process and say goodbye.

“We need to take the body,” a nurse gently interrupts.

“Chea Min” you correct coldly.

“Her name is Chae Min,”

“I’m sorry,” is all she can say and you reluctantly hand over your precious baby girl.

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Chapter 10

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vee6lolz · 8 months ago

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hello!!! how are you?

i was thinking about spencer meeting a teacher hehe I'm not so good at describing it, but maybe she's giving private lessons for a kid's neighbour of his and then they meet at the elevator of the building? pretty please? 😍

𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖙. -- spencer reid x teacher!reader.

warnings/tags: (fluff!) , teacher / chaotic (but sweet) reader.

a/n: i had so much fun writing this help me i love u to whoever suggested it

wc: 1.9k !!

summary: you're a teacher whose putting in the work for summer school students, you wake up late one day and even though it seemed like the most inconvenient thing ever, it worked out in your favor after all.

NOT PROOF READ + ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.

The morning sun spilled through the gaps in the curtains, casting stripes of light across the tangled mess of blankets in your bed. You blinked groggily, your eyes heavy and puffy from too little sleep and too many regrets. As you rubbed the remnants of last night from your eyes, your phone buzzed insistently on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with a string of missed calls. Four from your ex, two from his best friend. A dull ache settled in your chest—a reminder of things you’d just rather forget.

You groaned, realizing you had returned none of them. Not that you had the time, or the patience. Rolling out of bed, an overwhelming wave of yesterday’s choices washed over you; you reeked of sweat and something faintly reminiscent of cheap wine. Your gaze flicked to the clock on the wall—12:30. Oh shit. You were late.

With an urgency you hadn’t felt in days, you scrambled to gather yourself, moving your hair out of your face as you stumbled towards the bathroom, your heart racing along with the consequences of your procrastination.

you stumbled into the bathroom, splashing cold water on your face in an effort to shake off the fog of last night. the cool rush did little to calm your racing heart as you hastily brushed your teeth, already scanning the small space for something—anything—that was clean to wear.

just as you reached for a shirt that suspiciously looked like it might’ve been worn yesterday, your phone buzzed again. the caller id read “mrs. henderson,” one of your students' moms. with a sigh, you answered, knowing you had no choice.

“hello, mrs. henderson,” you greeted, trying to inject some cheer into your voice.

“yes, ma’am,” you replied, wincing at the urgency in her tone. “yes, i am on my way right now, stuck in traffic.” you glanced at the clock again; the minutes were slipping away.

as you hurriedly threw on a wrinkled pair of pants, you glanced out the window and noticed the swarm of cars barely inching along. your frustration bubbled over, and without thinking, you shouted toward the street, “come on! move it already!”

“ugh, you know how it goes during rush hour,” you continued to mrs. henderson, half-exasperated and half-amused at your own antics. “yes, almost there, buh bye!” you ended the call with a shaky laugh, shaking your head at the chaos of your morning.

with adrenaline pumping and a mounting sense of urgency, you quickly pulled a sweater over your head, choosing to ignore the wrinkles. tugging on your shoes, you grabbed your bag and took one last look in the mirror. you could only hope today wasn’t a complete disaster—and that you wouldn’t have to dodge any more frantic phone calls.

you got out of your car and parked in guest parking, the summer sun pouring through the window, painting the seats in golden hues. instead of lounging on a beach somewhere, sipping piña coladas and listening to the sound of gentle waves, you were stuck in summer school with one specific student. your friends were sharing stories of tropical adventures while you were grading notes on multiplication and grammar. it wasn’t that the student was a bad kid; in fact, she had been a solid performer until the semester began to slip away from her. she was bright but had a stubborn streak that kept her from doing anyone else’s work, that is, until she met you, ms. [l/n]. the school administration figured that since you had built such a great rapport with her, why not sacrifice a little vacation time to help ensure the girl wouldn’t flunk? and if they thought you were just going to say yes because you felt bad... then yeah, they were right. god you hated teaching summer school.

as you arrived and, rushed down the hall, you hit the button for the elevator, tapping it with increasing impatience as the minutes slipped away. the elevator door stood stubbornly closed. you groaned and hit the button again and again, tapping it with a combination of desperation and frustration.

“having trouble?” a voice chimed from behind you. you turned to see a tall figure walking toward you, his frame around six feet tall, effortlessly commanding the small space. he had tousled dark hair, and his cheekbones were high and defined, complemented by a slight smile. his eyes were a striking shade of hazel, an unusual mix that seemed to shift with the light. he wore a fitted black shirt that accentuated his lean frame, paired with dark suit pants. he looked almost too perfect—a professor-type, but a bad one. like someone who could educate you on the theory of relativity and then do things to you you would never forget.

“uh, yeah. it won't budge,” you admitted, feeling a flush creep up your cheeks as you briefly noted how attractive he was. he approached the elevator panel and swiftly pressed the actual button—of course, the one you had been mashing fruitlessly. the elevator doors opened with a soft ding, and you stepped inside, feeling a mix of gratitude and intrigue.

“thank you,” you said, glancing at him as the doors closed. you stood next to each other in the cramped space, and you couldn’t help but eye him curiously. he seemed absorbed in his own thoughts, occasionally looking down at his hands. you couldn’t figure out why he was so quiet, but you didn’t dwell on it for long; your focus was on arriving to the door.

as the elevator hummed its way to your destination, you noticed the number flashing above the door. to your surprise, you were headed to the same floor. just as you reached it, you both instinctively moved toward the door at the same time.

“oh, after you,” he offered, his voice smooth and lightly teasing. your heart raced again, not just from the sense of urgency but also from how charming his laugh was. you couldn't help but notice the way it seemed to echo around you, making you want to hear it again.

“no, please. after you,” you insisted in return, and you both found yourselves caught in an awkward dance, both trying to let the other go first, unable to decide who should step out first.

“after you,” he repeated, laughter dancing in his voice, and just like that, you nodded, cheeks slightly warm, before stepping out of the elevator. as you walked past him, you felt the warmth of his presence lingering, and that laugh—oh, God if you weren't so late right now...

you sat across from your young student at the small kitchen table, surrounded by a mix of colorful worksheets, pencils, and books. The late afternoon light poured in through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. The little girl diligently worked on her times tables, the crinkled paper a testament to her determination.

As you glanced occasionally at her progress, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of fulfillment. Teaching had its challenges, but moments like these reminded you why you loved it. You caught yourself smiling—genuine, unfiltered joy spilling over as the girl successfully rattled off another multiplication fact. but you also caught yourself remembering the tall man in the elevator, you smirked to yourself even more.

In a moment of concentration, she looked up and noticed. “You’re smiling a lot!” she blurted out, her eyes wide with curiosity. You chuckled softly, caught off guard by her observation. “I guess I am,” you replied, trying to keep your tone light.

“My neighbor down the hall works for the FBI,” she announced with an important air. Her youthful confidence was contagious. “He’s a profiler or something, and he says that when someone’s smiling a lot, it means that something happened to make them happy.”

“Yeah, I saw something that made me happy alright,” you said lighter than you intended, before a wave of realization washed over you. maybe that wasn’t... appropriate to say in front of a fourth grader. Your mind raced as you searched for a safe response.

“What does that mean?” She asked, you stammered and stuttered and asked. “Well, uh-- Hey would you look at that its almost time for me to go.” She looked at you curiously, clearly pondering what you’d said. There was a peculiar wisdom in her gaze, and you quickly ushered her away.

After a final glance around the apartment, you slipped on your coat and grabbed your bag, feeling the familiar excitement of stepping out into the bustling world again. The hallway felt cozy as you made your way to the elevator, your footsteps echoing softly against the polished floor.

As the elevator doors slid open with a soft chiming sound, you stepped inside, your mind drifting to thoughts of your next tutoring session and the plans you had for the weekend. Just as the doors were about to close, they jolted back open, and a man stepped in—tall, with tousled dark hair and a warm smile that lit up his face. He glanced over at you, and you instinctively looked up, catching his gaze. In that moment, time seemed to stand still amid the commotion of your lives outside.

A smile broke across your face, a soft, inviting expression that mirrored his own. And without thinking, you spoke up, "You came in this morning, but you're leaving this afternoon." you said, without thinking. It sounded creep to me, but he understood what I meant. He nodded, "Yeah my job it uh-- I work for the uh-- Behavioral Analysis Unit for the FBI." your jaw drops, and he looks, but not limited to, concerned. "Is everything--" "Yeah its just uhm, funny enough my student, I think she was talking about you today-- I teach, so," you mutter out, letting out a breathy laugh.

"She 'profiler..ed'? me, I guess. I was smiling and she knew that something happened this morning to make me smile. She said she got it from you," he looked in complete and udder awe as he let out a chuckle. he nodded, then thinking for a bit. The elevator dinged, and instead of parting ways there, you guys walked the parking lot together. "Anderson? The little one," He said, making the motion with his hand to the side of his hip. You nodded your head in agreement. "Yeah she's really bright," he adds with a smile.

You agree with him, and look at him with curiosity in your eye. "Why were you smiling this morning?". The question lingers through the air, as he gives that laugh, that laugh, that he gave this morning that you almost risked everything for, filling the silence.

"You were staring, really hard." You feel your whole world shatter in embarrassment as those five words escape his lips, you laugh out of complete shock and horror as he can't help but begin to join you out of response to your reaction. "It's okay, it was just funny. Plus, I was too.". You let that stay in the air for a bit— those gorgeous hazel eyes looking down into yours, you smiled. And that's all you did. He walked you to your car, making sure you got there safely. And before he could walk off to his own, you spoke out. "Hey would you— happen to have a card? Just incase I wanna talk to you about, profiling or, the right buttons on the elevator." You say, realizing how stupid that sounding coming out. But he didn't think so, not at all. "Or incase I just wanna, talk to you..." Your voice fading out as he walked back over to you. Spencer Reid.

"I'll be expecting a call from you, you know. About, the right buttons on the elevator." He smiled, chuckling out. You nodded your head. 'will do...' you thought to yourself as you turned the engine on, letting the rumbling of your car fill your ears for a moment.

oh thank, God, to being late.

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miralunawritez · 1 year ago

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Here are some dating hcs for Velvet and Veneer yall can eat up while I work on requests

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Veneer:

Absolutely PRAISES you

You ate today? Praise. You picked out an outfit? Praise. Posted on social media? PRAISEEEE.

Spoils the FUCK out of you

You own items from every designer brand you can think of. New iPhone model? Consider it bought.

100% blows up your phone with tiktok videos of weird millennials, cat videos, and edits of him

"Veneer, its been 30 minutes and you already sent me 68 videos?"

Definitely looks at your face to see if you're watching the videos he sent you

"Did you see the one of the cat?" "Baby theres like 46 videos of cats in here"

MATCHING OUTFITS!!!!!

He wants everyone to know your his so you guys match everytime y'all go out together

Writes songs with you (______ by Veneer (ft. Y/N) or vice versa)

You guys have about 5 songs with both of yall in it

Clingy as shit

Anytime he gets he will cling to you, hugging you from behind while you do your makeup, holding your hand while you get dressed, arm around your shoulders while y'all walk around in public, etc.

Listens to all of your songs and is the first to hear your new ones

"This is amazing (Y/N)!" immediately added to his playlist

Posts you all over his socials, this boy is so proud of himself for having the privilege of being your boyfriend

"Look (Y/N), this picture of us got 4 million likes!"

Uses pet names like my love, my angel, baby, sweetheart, darling

"I love you so much my angel"

Cant stand up for himself for shit but will fight a bitch for you

"Veneer..its okay, all they said was they dont like me" you say as he finishes flaming the person

Like I said before, he plays the piano for you while you sing

He cherishes moments like this, being able to listen to your voice while he plays the music for you

Velvet (fem reader):

Spoils you HARD

You glance at it for a second? You have 3 of the same item now

Acts like she gets annoyed when you cling to her but she secretly loves it

She scoffs as you hug her but immediately pulls you back in once you let go

Unlike Veneer, she likes to keep y'alls relationship on the low (the people find out anyways)

"Velvet why dont you ever post pictures of us?" "Theres some weird people out there (Y/N)"

Once the people find out she posts you nonstop

"Which picture should I post? This one...orrrr..this one? Fuck it, I'm posting both"

Like Veneer, she loves to match so you guys match all the time

The people eat it up, loving every outfit you guys put together

Makes sure you are safe when at her shows

"Velvet, is this necessary?" you say as 4 bodyguards surround you

Writes songs about you and plays them for you before performing them

"Do you like it?" "Velvet I-" "Of course you do"

Not big on PDA but will cling to you when you guys are alone or just around Veneer

She will hold your hand in public though to make sure you are safe and dont leave her side

Gets jealous really easily

She HATES it when you give Veneer any over your attention, even if its just you passing him a makeup brush. She also gets really jealous when you are featured in other peoples songs and when you perform with other people.

She hated you at first, absolutely despised you

"I actually hated you when I first met you so I wouldn't test your limits if I were you"

Does your makeup for you and you do hers (matching, duh)

"Dont we look so cute?" she says as she holds you face against hers while looking in the mirror

When you guys performed together she kissed you at the end of the show

The crowd went absolutely wild, so did the paparazzi <3

Bonus hcs that I thought of and thought they were funny and wanted to add

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Veneer:

Sits outside the bathroom door while you use the bathroom

Like deadass sits on the floor outside of the bathroom door (occasionally shoving his fingers under the door)

Ticklish as fuck

Shows you the dances him and velvet made up as kids

Favorite show is Family Guy

Never learned how to swim

Poor baby still has to use a ring floatie

You guys die of laughter while going through each others tiktok drafts

He has a few videos of him using the bold glamour filter in there

Has the windex bottle laugh (contagious as fuck, has you rolling on his bed and kicking your feet while laughing)

Really good at character impressions and faking accents

Lowkey athletic, he's really good at baseball

Velvet (fem reader):

You guys play fight A LOT

She initiates its every single time

She can pinch with her toes

Pinches your legs with her toes every chance she gets (leading to play fighting and wrestling)

SUPER goofy when yall are alone

This girl has you cracking up

Likes to do funny challenges with you

Doing each others makeup blind folded, trying to guess what the other person is saying while having music blasted in their ears, etc.

Looks you right in the eyes with a very serious face before charging at you and pinching you (with her fingers)

Has that demonic wheeze laugh (the one that sound like goose and it's contagious as fuck)

Her laughs have both of yall rolling, like face turning red, eyes watering, cant breathe, and smacking the closest thing to yall

Smacks you repeatedly when you lay on her hair, not stopping until you get up

You guys cant take anything seriously when yall are alone and its past 10:30 at night

Seriously, just looking at each other has y'all pissing y'alls pants from laughter

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